Tommyinnit Oneshots

Trials of Clara

As the evening sun fell behind the walls of L'Manberg, something descended from the sky. A brilliant streak of light grew larger and larger, energy sparkling around it to hide a silhouette. Wilbur dragged Tommy to where the assumed meteorite had fallen, hoping that they could mine some precious metals for weapons to use in the upcoming revolution.

They stood at the edges of the crater. Tommy felt his eyes widen as he saw a girl instead of a fallen space object. She had long black hair, and was sitting on a rock with while looking at her hands. Upon hearing the commotion, the girl shot forth to her feet. Tommy could see that her eyes were a blue with a black outline, the sort of scene that the frigid Norths would have accompany the Aurora Borealis. "Stay away, mortals. I am Clara, goddess of the night and stars, the patron of sailors and voyagers."

"The fuck?" Tommy whispered to Wilbur, who was staring intently at the girl. Tommy turned back to her. Who in their right mind would wear all that metal attached to a white dress? Tommy jumped into the crater before Wilbur could tell him to stop. Clara shouted at Tommy to stop, but he kept walking towards her until they were a few inches apart, Tommy inherently taller. "Who the fuck are you?"

"I should not have to repeat myself for some mortal who cannot listen to properly," Clara crossed her arms while glaring at Tommy. "But, you should know who to revere. The name given to me by Fate is Clara, the mistress of night and keeper of the stars. I am the guardian of sailors and the protector of voyagers. It is in my domain that dreams and darkness reside, tempting pitiful mortals with whispers."

"Yeah, sure, I'll believe that," Tommy rolled his eyes, fed up with Clara's attitude. "My issue is that you have caused major damage and are too fucking close to L'Manberg. If you're a spy for Dream, fuck off."

"Listen to me, mortal!" Clara shouted, anger coating her face red and... was she glowing a faint gold? "I have been condemned to mortality by the gods to be in service of L'Manberg. It is my duty to save the wayward country in order to regain my godhood."

"Tommy... if she really is a god..." Wilbur whispered as he approached the two angered teenagers with a growing smile. "We have a goddess on our side."

"Not willingly. This is my punishment for losing the Nightmare armor. I have to retrieve it from the pompous idiot thief Dream," Clara growled the name with passionate hate. To Clara, it was Dream's fault she was there, not her own negligence that doomed her to the Overworld.

"Doesn't matter. A god, Tommy!" Wilbur shushed Clara, and Tommy relished in her gasp of outrage. Tommy held an arm out to keep Clara from hitting Wilbur, or whatever pseudo goddess' did when they were upset and couldn't smite. Instead of something expected, a gold flash spawned onto Tommy's backhand. Golden ink ran across his skin to create a image of an intricate star.

"The hell?" Tommy looked at his hand. Clara snarled as she showed the back of her hand. In silver, a drawing of a moon was drawn by the same artist that performed Tommy's magical tattoo.

"It binds me to the Overworld, ignorant mongrel. You bind me to the mortal plane," Clara said in exasperation. "I hate this already."

"Well, let's go, you bitch," Tommy said. Clara raised a hand at him, but Tommy puffed his chest at her. Wilbur quickly stepped between them, diffusing the situation before it could get any worse. He gave Tommy pleading eyes. The boy responded with an eye roll. "Fine, fine. Let us leave the area, her majesty."

"I am far superior than a measly queen," Clara retorted before walking ahead. Tommy groaned until Wilbur hit the back of his head. Tommy stuck his tongue out his elder as they walked to where Clara was struggling with climbing out of the crater. Wilbur nudged Tommy as if to say 'play nice'. Tommy didn't want to play dog to some fallen god, but if it satisfied Wilbur, Tommy could bury the shame deep down.