Life (Lapidot Medieval AU) unedited version. Canceled due to rewrite.

Nightly Guests

An hour had passed after Prudens had put Spinel to sleep. After he made sure they had their things packed for their journey, Prudens stepped through a door, revealing an area where a good chunk of the wall was removed, the moon illuminating the room. There, in the room, a corruption slept, its breathing broken and wheezing. He whistled and the corruption immediately sat up, staring at him with a tilted head. Prudens scratched its neck before mounting it. Without any other orders from him, the corruption leapt off the edge and took flight as Prudens gently held onto its rough skin. They flew for forty minutes, the cold wind bitting at him, freezing his skin as he growled in irritation.

"Ereht Nwod," Prudens ordered as he pointed to a forest. The corruption obeyed, landing quietly before Prudens hopped off and shook himself, hoping to warm himself up. "Ereh yats," Prudens said after patting its muzzle. He then walked off into the forest. From a distance, it appeared as if the darkness swallowed him up.

...

Peridot was in a clearing, sitting in the grass that danced and swayed in the gentle breeze. The sky above her was clear, small white clouds littering the sky. Peridot looked around to see if anyone was near her, but she was alone. The trees shook as she got up and looked around.

"Hello?" she called out, her voice echoing in the clearing. The hairs on the back of her neck rose when the breeze died, her heart skipping a beat. She turned around, raising a fist that was covered in green flames. The trees shook even more, the branches creaking and cracking so much, so loudly until Peridot put the flame out. The shaking calmed down. The trees still shook, but they were no longer at risk at breaking themselves from shaking so much.

Peridot then heard whispers- soft, loud, sweet, harsh- that overwhelmed her. She dropped to her knees, clutching her head as she screamed. It was too much. She couldn't think. The whispers seemed to enter her head and put thoughts that were not hers, memories that didn't belong to her. She slammed her fist on the ground, a broken sob escaping her mouth.

The whispers abruptly stopped, some not even finishing their sentences. With the whispers no longer in her mind, Peridot flopped to the ground, exhaustion overcoming her body. She barely heard the sound of soft footsteps that got louder with each step. The footsteps finally stopped and Peridot felt peace radiate within her.

With the remnants of her energy, Peridot moved to lie on her side and gazed up at a woman who wore a shawl that was made out of leaves, all varying in colors, and vines that wrapped around her neck as if it were a scarf. A flower crown, full of lilies, layed on top of her head. Embedded at random in her messy, green hair were chrysanthemums. Her shawl was long enough that it covered the top of her chest, leaving her lower back and belly exposed. Around her waist was a skirt that seemed to be made of grass that went to her grand calves. Her feet were bare as she rocked on them patiently. Her skin was mint green and dark green freckles could be spotted everywhere on them. Finally, her eyes, her dark green eyes seemed to shine with kindness and wisdom.

Peridot blushed as she starred at the goddess before her who offered an amused, but patient, smile.

"Hello Peridot," the goddess spoke, her voice sounding young and strong with authority in it. Peridot's tongue seemed to take up her entire mouth as she tried to talk, failing as she let out a line of gibberish. The goddess giggled, setting Peridot's face further aflame.

"Worry not, my green child," she said, patting Peridot on the head. "I am Erutan. I control all life in the forests, plains, and fields. I am the peace and calm within you."