The Powerless

Most likely pointless

     Ember walks in. She had finished with food. Clearly. You don't recognize anything on the plate. For the sake of the story you don't. Yet. It was bacon and eggs. You didn't recognize what either was as you lived eating anything that was green.

"Is that edible?" You query

"Yes, it is." She smiles.

"Why am I here?" You lift an eyebrow.

"It'll be unraveled in due time." Luna chuckles. Grabbing a white cane.

"Do you recall anything from your dream?" Ember asks.

"A few faces. Both of you were in it. With-" you counted on your fingers. Gun girl. Lightning chic. Dragon damsel. Odd Dame. Toon. Mysterious broad. "Six others. There was a lot of blurred out people. And a shadow demon."

"Can you describe the people that weren't blurred out?"

"One girl was a wielded electricity. She was with three others. This one chic who I didn't know the powers of. A girl who took the form of a dragon. And another who wasn't exactly human. There was this lonesome girl with I'm pretty sure had a witches mark. The last one was a warrior with a portable cannon and a fedora."

"Did you get any names?"

"No," you shook your head.

"Unfortunate.."

"Where am I?"

"The rest of the world that the village kept from you."

"So... the outside?"

"Exactly."

"But, why take me here?"

"Because you were in danger."

"Is it because I didn't have my wings?"

"That is the exact reason you were in danger."

"But why?"

"Every fairy has wings. You don't seem to have them."

"Why?"

"I don't know." Ember nods. Holding your cheeks.

"We'll help you adjust. We'll eat out during lunch. Ember will find a job." Luna chuckles.

"What's a job?"

"Tough to explain kiddo, you wanna head to the park with me?"

"Dunno what that is but sure."

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A cloaked man looks over the world. From the shadows of a small shack. The only visible thing from the cloudy night fabric is the sadistic grin across his face.

Every sharp tooth was visible. They gleam and were as white as bones. As sharp as knives. It curled into a smirk.

Otherwise their gender, race, religion, species, and practically anything, was cloaked by void. Hidden under mystery.

They looked into a cloud. Seeing things no one else could. Most likely using a spell to do so. "Your cute. Thinking you're able to do this." They grab the blade that was going at their neck. "Do you dare defy a god?"

"You're no god," the person spat. Male. His hair rough. From not being cut in awhile. It was blue at the tips. But brown towards the routes. His skin pale. From being holed up. His eyes Hazel. He had wings. They were small. And looked like teardrops. No second half to each wing.

"You believe lies."

"You believe the impossible,"

"I only know the truth," they shook their head. Raising their hand. Lighting crackling around it. And then shooting at the male. Leaving him as a pile of ashes.

The mystery man looks back upon the clouds. Perhaps these characters are just a red herring. So it's best you ignore this nonsense. I have no clue why I wrote it. But. I know. It's definitely not important. Let's agree to forget this ever happened.