(original character prompts and drabbles)

OG story The hero of circumstance

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Aria is a hero of circumstance, there's nothing more and nothing less to that, created by chance and disaster. Sure, there had been a prophecy, though it could have fit anyone. It had been vague, and empty of anything that could have made it come true, except the knowledge that it existed. Most prophecies are prophecies because people attempt to stop them, and, in the end, that's what makes them true. That's what makes them intoxicating, and that's how the story starts.

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It starts in the forest, with bright greens and bubbling streams. The sounds of a choir of birds and the buzz of insects, creating a lull as the sun shined down. If it weren't for the damp that clung to the earth, you wouldn't know that if it had stormed only the night before.

It's in the forest that they found her, soaked and on the bank of a river, barely alive, it's then that they brought her to a village hidden in the woods and it was there that they nursed the strange child back to health.

They were there when she woke up.

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Waking up after being in an unconscious state is a gradual process, she would know, it starts as your senses slowly return, and drift as you acknowledge them, hearing voices, feeling your skin stick to warm sheets, and the unbearable feeling that you forgot something. Then you get body slammed with the unbearable feeling of everything at once. One out of ten experience would not recommend. And don't get me started on the whole "opening up your eyes" thing, honestly who needs sight, totally unnecessary.

As she blinked her eyes open, she was assaulted by the light as it shined in her eyes. Hissing, she prayed for death. But she couldn't die. Not now. What did she need to do again? Ignoring that thought spiral, she sat up and observed her surroundings.

The wooden walls were a cream colour, only interrupted by a window too small to climb out of, but big enough that it lit up the room with light, and a tall wight cabinet that almost touched the equally white ceiling. Well, that and the plain white bed she was on, maybe there'd be something useful in the cabinet? Though useful for what exactly, is something she is asking herself.

In fact she was so curious as to why she needed "useful things." She didn't hear the steps that made the floor creak and the wine of the door opening until they were quite literally in front of her.

"You're awake!" Her head snapped up with a crack,and met the red eyes of the intruder " I honestly thought you were dead!" every word was spoken fast and made the sentence jumble together. " My name's Alex, what's yours?" he stuck his hand out, as you do when meeting a stranger, probably. Before she could respond, or even take the hand, he interrupted her, again. " Wait, hold that thought, I gotta go get the matron, don't move!" She blinked and he was gone, as fast as he appeared. Or maybe she just blinked really slowly?

The next person, supposedly the "matron" if the boy, Alex, was to be believed, bustled into the room, red in the face and slightly winded, met her eyes and smiled in the way that adults smile at the toddlers that stare at them for an awkward amount of time. Cheerful and indulging. Her introduction was heard and immediately ignored and discarded, as her brain chose to focus on the second part, and decidedly unpleasant part, of the sentence.

" We just have a couple questions-"

Oh joy questions.

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Every minute felt like an eternity, every question felt like an avalanche comparable to the sky, and she was no Atlas. The suffocating feeling of no knowing or being able to answer basic questions, when instinctively, she knew she should. Realistically speaking the conversation had only lasted 20 minutes, though the pitying look that grew on the Matrons face made her stomach twist, mirroring the sheets that suddling felt like the only thing grounding her to the now, and preventing her to falling into the rabbit whole of whys and hows.

This time she was extremely aware of the footsteps that echoed down the hallway before stopping at the door and opening it with great vigor and excitement. As the white haired boy pulled a decidedly less excited girl behind him.

"Hello again!" the greeting was spoken with enthusiasm, did he ever run out of energy?

The silence was a little awkward, as they waited for a response, but she wasn't going to break it, they interrupted her in the middle of questioning life. How rude.

"I came in earlier, remember?" it was a rhetorical question and he didn't wait for a response to continuing, bouncing slightly "I'm Alex! And this-" he made a point to drag his companion from behind him, as she waved "Is Erin!" he afforded his hand again, she stared at it for a second, debating, before letting the grin that she had been fighting, to spread over her face, as she took the hand. Finally, a question she could answer.

"I'm Aria" she paused because, ya know, dramatic tension, "Aria Omen, and I do believe this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

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"The end, is never expected and rarely a thing to celebrate, for it marks the end of a peaceful life, and the start of change" - yours truly

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She was running towards the smoke. Now generally speaking you don't ever want to do that, especially not during the dry season, while in a forest, full of dead grass and leaves. Not that was a thought that was present in her mind for more than a second, as she jumped over fallen logs and crashed through the brush. She knew where that smoke was coming from.

"Aria slow down!" The shout came from behind her, and was accompanied by heavy breathing and the sound of breaking branches as they broke into the clearing behind her. They'd been chasing her since she took off, not all that far behind.

She let out a strangled cry as she was tackled to the ground by the familiar weight of her friend, basically a sibling, at this point. She struggled against her hold. Though at that point it was useless,she'd made it back home.

And it was burning.