The Entwined Legend of the WishCraftress

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The Entwined Legend of the WishCraftress

Post by Tortwag on Fri Dec 26, 2014 2:48 pm

Prologue

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Once upon a time, in an empty world, existed a single being. He was the Monarch, and he sought Creation. Using his godly might, he filled his world with life and everything needed for it to spread and evolve safely. But the Monarch was not satisfied yet. He created more and more worlds, more and more beings, more and more ways for life to develop and thrive. The worlds mushroomed one after another, and although the Monarch enjoyed watching his creations evolve, he realized that he could not look after all of them, nor prevent any catastrophe if the creations were to fight with each other while he was away. On top of this, his world had turned into a chaotic Universe, and the only way for him to prevent utter chaos was to destroy some of his worlds in order for everything to be balanced. Therefore, the Monarch sought Creation and Destruction.

To add balance to his universe, the Monarch decided to create an Emissary that would visit the different worlds, directly bond with the creatures inside of them and fix any spotted trouble. It was a long and tiresome process, but the Emissary did not mind, for she had developed a strong fondness for the beings. So much, in fact, that she decided to use her own power to grant the wishes of those who, according to her judgment, deserved to get her attention. She named herself Wishcraftress, because big or small, trivial or ambitious, she did not mind as long as the wish she had to grant respected what she sought: Ideal and Truth.

Although her new course of action helped bringing balance to the worlds, the Monarch was not happy that one of his creations was trying to work by itself, beyond his own control. One day, he summoned her and spoke to her in those words:

"I am the one who brings true balance, and I shall not tolerate that one of my own creations does not completely obey my command."

"Forgive me, my Monarch," she answered, puzzled. "I merely wanted to make your fastidious task easier by using a power of my own."

"And what is this power that you have, Emissary, that you seem to believe I cannot use myself?" he asked.

"It is the power to grant wishes, my Monarch. You are the keeper of balance, therefore you cannot watch over all of your creations. I, however, am now closely bonded with the Creatures from Down Below, and it is the sympathy that I have for them that created this power. I now use it to prevent too much chaos, anger and frustration to spread among them, so that they do not destroy themselves."

"It is a noble task," admitted the Monarch, "but if they destroy each other, then so be it. Creation and Destruction: that, Emissary, is what the balance is all about. You are spoiling them by giving them what they want!"

"I am not. I only grant wishes to those who deserve it, and as my wisdom descends from yours, my Monarch, I know that my judgment cannot be wrong."

The Monarch stared at his defying Emissary. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps this was a good way to prevent anymore trouble and tasks that he did not had the time to deal with. But as an almighty being, the Monarch could not easily let go of his ideas. He needed to be sure this was not a mistake.

"Very well," he decided. "I shall now test your resolve, and see if you are indeed right to act as you do. What do you seek?"

"I seek Ideal and Truth, my Monarch," answered the Wishcraftress. "Those are elements that can form inside of each of your sentient creations, and it is by detecting them that I can grant wishes precious to their souls."

She perceived an enigmatic smile on the face of her Monarch.

"Then may the test begin. You found two forces to balance your own being with: Truth and Ideal.

I shall therefore make these two fragments of yourself confront each other. If they are able to find harmony between one another, then the path you have chosen is indeed a righteous path. If, however, no harmony can ever exist between them, then you have chosen the wrong path, and you will be punished. Do you agree?"

"Yes, my Monarch. I agree, and I accept the test."

The Monarch created a new world and flung his Emissary into it. With a bright light, she split into two halves that landed on opposite sides of the world.

"Good luck, my Emissary", said the Monarch, watching from afar. "May the path you have chosen be the good one."


Chapter 1: Silvastell
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Once upon a time, on a cloudless night, was a shiny shooting star flying across the world. Its beauty was seen by all, and every inhabitant of the world saw this unusual event as a sign of hope. This event was later remembered as the Wisher's Night, a special moment when anyone could make a wish and hope for it to be granted.

The comet crashed into a forest, and a small child got out of it, like a butterfly finally getting out of its cocoon. Inhabitants from the forest came by and saw the unconscious girl next to the fallen comet.

Her short, golden hair spread across each side of her face. She wore a long white and violet scarf around her neck, with a star-shaped item stuck in it. .With her elegant blue dress, a calm yet impressive aura emanated from her and, even in her sleep, she was indeed a beautiful creature to gaze at. And it is respectfully that the inhabitants of the forest brought the little girl to their village, for they strongly believed she was a goddess who came to help them.

When she awoke, she said that her name was Stella, but that she did not remember anything else. The villagers decided to treat her as one of their own, and she remained with them until she reached her maturity.

Stella was always calm and mild, but she was also distracted and often stayed stuck in her own bubble. She had a passion for everything related to art, and her adoptive parents often found her dancing in her room, singing, or even drawing something. She was also seen as fragile by the others, but she proved more than once that surviving in the forest was not a problem for her after she learned how to do so. But, even while going through dangerous forests or vicious jungles with her family to look for food, Stella would never go out without her star-shaped object in her scarf. As she grew up, more and more of those fetishes would decorate her hair and scarf, but the biggest one remained the first one.

"What are those stars for?" asked a villager one day."

"I don't know," she vaguely answered. "I really like stars. Do you want to try and make some with me?"

Years later, during Stella's 17th Wisher's Night, Stella once again assisted to the event with her family. As expected, a shooting star flew across the night sky and every inhabitant of the forest's village made a wish.

"I wish to regain my memories," murmured Stella. "I wish to find who I am, and what is my purpose in this world."

Stella's biggest star, the one located in her scarf and the first one she ever had, started shining in the dark, startling the villagers. Then, it disappeared.

And the girl's wish was granted.

A sudden warm light enveloped her during a couple of seconds, and it vanished.

"I am Stella, the Starry Wishcraftress, Seeker of Truth," she recited peacefully. "I have reached the World from Down Below and shall grant the wishes of the spirits of Truth, those who follow my path and deserve to receive my gifts."

She turned back and smiled to her beloved community.

"Thank you. I have survived the many hostilities that this world contain, and it is all thanks to you.

I have fulfilled the first part of my test, but it is alone that I must continue my quest. I shall grant all of your deepest wishes and take my leave, but know that we shall meet again, as long as your hearts desire it."

With a spark of light, she vanished, leaving a pile of star-shaped jewels behind her.

Over the course of the Wisher's Night, an individual known as the Starry Wishcraftress granted wishes to every being she believed was suited to have his or her wish granted. She stopped disputes between families, ceased wars between groups, ended century-long quarrels between nations and put feuds to rest. People from across the world would remember the happy night and seek for Truth, for now they knew that their greatest wishes could be granted if they were chosen by the one they worshiped.

Tired of her night, the Starry Wishcraftress created her own realm, Silvastell, a land ruled by forests, trees and dangerous animals, impossible to reach for ordinary beings. Stella could rest peacefully and wait for the next Wisher's Night.

During the year that followed, the Starry Wishcraftress would occasionally sneak out of her secret realm and collect wishes of people from all around the World from Down Below. They were all eagerly waiting for the next Wisher's Night, and the Wishcraftress found herself eager to accomplish her duty as well.

However, her impatience lowered her guard.

Indeed, when the Wisher's Night finally came, Stella found strange creatures occupying her territory. She realized with horror that there were stealing the star-shaped wishes she had collected and stored away in the Silvastell.

"Foul demons!" she shouted to the group of dark shades in front of her, showing signs of sheer anger for the first time in her life. "I do not know from what wicked hole you came from, but you will give me back those wishes and get back to where your own realm THIS INSTANT, for my vendetta will be merciless if you do not obey!"

Without waiting for an answer, the angered Wishcraftress took a star as big as her eye stuck in her hair.

"From my Monarch, I shall get power!" she chanted. "Grant my fiery wish and let me bend the laws of nature as I please!"

The star vanished and Stella opened her hand. A fireball appeared and she threw the deadly projectile to the creatures in front of her. Two of the five fiends were burnt, but the others fled and let out frightful cries to call for more of their allies.

Stella gathered all the creatures from Silvastell and, united, they fought bravely against the invaders.

After a tiresome and unequal war, the outnumbered Wishcraftress' army was defeated. Tears in her eye, Stella had no choice but to flee and let all the wishes from Down Below to her enemies.

As the Wisher's Night progressed, Stella understood what the demons had done: she saw her stars raining through the sky, falling on people's head, light houses on fire, unleashing storms and wreaking havoc where she had grated wishes of all the followers of her Truth.

The wishes had been corrupted, and she could only watch as the chaos she had so hardly tried to prevent finally happened before her eyes. And as painful tears rained down her cheeks, she remembered something.

"Truth and Ideal. If they are able to find harmony between one another, then the path you have chosen is indeed a righteous path".

"O my Monarch," she lamented. "Forgive me... I had forgotten..."

She had believed that her Truth was the only possible hope for the people from Down Below. She had completely denied her other half. Her Twin. The one that was certainly living the same situation, somewhere else in this world.

"I must find her. I must find my Twin. Only with our combined might this terrible mistake can be repaired!"

The Starry Wishcrafteress decided to roam the World from Down Below until she found her Twin. For it was only by accepting her other half and her Ideal that she could, perhaps, atone for her innocent sin.

Chapter 2:Urbestell
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Once upon a time, on a cloudless night, was a shiny shooting star flying across the world. Its beauty was seen by all, and every inhabitant of the world saw this unusual event as a sign for hope. This event was later remembered as the Wisher's Night, a special moment when anyone could make a wish and hope for it to be granted.

The comet crashed into a city of rock and wood and a small child got out of it, like a gracious fox getting out of his burrow.

Inhabitants from the town came by and saw the unconscious girl next to the fallen comet. She had mid-long golden hair, with a strand of hair in the middle of her face. A strange, pointed rod was resting in her left hand, and she was wearing an elegant yellow dress. A calm yet joyful aura emanated from her and, even in her sleep, she was indeed a beautiful creature to gaze at. It is respectfully that the inhabitants of the forest brought the little girl to their town, for they strongly believed she was a goddess who came to help them.

When she awoke, she said that her name was Estrel, but that she didn't remember anything else. The townsfolk decided to treat her as one of their own, and she remained with them until she reached her maturity.

Though Estrel was sweet, she had developed a mischievous side due to some of the shady acquaintances she grew up with. She had a passion for everything related to art, and her adoptive parents often found her dancing in her room, singing or drawing something. She also liked to be surrounded with people and beasts, and had managed to tame a wild zebra she met in the vast plain outside of town. She developed a strong bond with it and enjoyed long walks in its company. Estrel always had her strange rod with her, and some people asked what it was.

"It's a Unicorn's horn!" she proudly answered. "I'm pretty sure it's Keenye's horn, too, even though he's a zebra" she added, pointing at her pet. "I'll try to reattach it to its forehead when I'm older! Wanna help?"

Years later, during Estrel's 17th Wisher's Night, assisted once again to the event with her family. As expected, a shooting star flew across the night sky and every inhabitant of the town.

"I want to regain my memories," murmured Estrel. " I want to find who I am, and what is my purpose in this world."

Estrel's rod began to shine in the night, startling the townsfolk. Then, it disappeared.

And the girl's wish was granted.

A sudden warm light enveloped her during a couple of seconds, and it vanished.

"I am Estrel, the Sharp Wishcraftress, Seeker of Ideal," she recited peacefully. "I have reached the World from Down Below and shall grant the wishes of the Ideal spirits, those who follow my path and deserve to receive my gifts. "

She turned back and smiled to her beloved community.

"Thanks, everyone. I really appreciate everything you did for me. Thanks to you, I've finally completed the first step to realize my dream. But... I must keep going alone from now on. I mean, me and Keenye. But don't worry! I will grant all of your deepest wishes. You had the will and patience to look after me. You are therefore Ideal spirits. We'll meet again. I promise."

With a spark of light, she vanished, leaving a pile of multi-colored gemstones behind her.

Over the course of the Wisher's Night, an individual known as the Sharp Wishcraftress granted wishes to every being she believed was suited to have his or her wish granted. She stopped disputes between families, ceased wars between groups, ended century-long quarrels between nations and put feuds to rest. People from across the world would remember the happy night and seek for Ideal, for now they knew that their greatest wishes could be granted if they were worthy to their idol's eye.

Tired of her night, the Sharp Wishcraftress created her own realm, Urbestel, a land ruled by mountains, plains and dangerous animals, impossible to reach for ordinary beings. Estrel could rest peacefully and collect wishes until the next Wisher's Night.

During the year that followed, the Sharp Wishcraftress would occasionally sneak out of her secret realm and collect wishes of people from all around the World from Down Below. They were all eagerly waiting for the next Wisher's Night, and the Wishcraftress found herself eager to accomplish her duty as well.

However, her impatience lowered her guard.

Indeed, when the Wisher's Night finally came, Estrel found strange creatures occupying her territory. She realized with astonishment that there were stealing the gemstone-shaped wishes she had collected and stored away in the Urbestel.

"Hey, Demons!" she shouted, a cold hatred in her tone. "You better get your disgusting hands off those gems! I worked very hard to collect them, and you lot sure don't deserve to even think about them. Back off, or you'll be sorry!"

The foreign creatures attacked her, and a heinous smile grew on the Wishcraftress' face.

"From my Monarch, I shall get power!" she chanted. "Grant my thunderous wish and let me bend the laws of nature as I please!"

A bolt of lightning struck the foes, but one of them managed to escape while letting out frightful cries to call for more of their allies.

Estrel called for Keenye and gathered the other creatures from Urbestrel to battle against the invaders.

After a tiresome and unequal war, the outnumbered Wishcraftress' army was defeated. Frustrated, Estrel and Keenye had no choice but to flee and let all the wishes from Down Below to their enemies.

As the Wisher's Night progressed, Estrel understood what the demons had done: she saw her gemstones raining through the sky, falling on people's head, spread rain and lightning across the lands, unleashing storms and wreaking havoc where she had grated wishes of all the followers of her Ideal.

The wishes had been corrupted, and she could only watch as the chaos she had so hardly tried to prevent finally happened before her eyes.

"Something, somewhere, went terribly wrong..." she whispered while fondling her pet's ears.

Despite the irony of her statement, she couldn't help tears of anger to rain down her cheeks. And suddenly, she remembered something.

"Truth and Ideal. If they are able to find harmony between one another, then the path you have chosen is indeed a righteous path".

"Darn it," she lamented. "Forgive me, O my Monarch... I forgot..."

She had believed that her Ideal was the only possible hope for the people from Down Below. She had completely denied her other half. Her Twin. The one that was certainly living the same situation, somewhere else in this world.

"I need to find her. I need find my Twin. I'm sure we can repair this stupid mistake if we accept to work together!"

The Sharp Wishcraftress decided to roam the World from Down Below until she found her Twin. For it was only by accepting her other half and her Truth that she could, perhaps, atone for her innocent sin.

Chapter 3: Kaoliastell
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The Little Girl awoke in obscurity, alone. The cold wind made her shiver; she adjusted the two-tailed scarf that she discovered around her neck and tried to walk, but her legs wouldn't let her move as she pleased. Reluctantly, she crawled her way out of the deep cave she was in and looked at the cloudless sky.

"Stars..." she whispered instinctively, recognizing the shinning dots decorating the sky. The discovery of her voice made her cough, and she decided to seek for water. Her legs would finally let her rise up from the hard ground, and she tested her strenght. After timid steps, she began wandering around the rocky place around her cave. A pond of water attracted her attention. She approached it and was surprised to discover her reflexion in the liquid.

The Little Girl had resplendent long silver hair spreading across each side of her face, with a golden strand of hair contrasting with the rest of her shining features. She was wearing an ebony black dress, opposing the natural brighter shades of her being. The Little Girl did not know what to think of herself. She stared at her reflection, and the latter gave her back her empty gaze. Finally, she drank from the clear water of the pond and rose up again. Now refreshed, she decided to resume her wanders across the land she had mysteriously found herself upon.

The Little Girl didn't know who she was, what she was, or where she was. She didn't even know what she wanted. But her instinct told her to keep on going. She had to discover her quest, and it is by doing so that she will know everything she needed to know. Of that, she was sure.

The Little Girl travelled far and wide, without eating, without sleeping. She came across forests, mountains, lakes and plains, and still she felt empty. Alone. Hungry for something to seek for, something to dedicate her life to. Her beautiful features grew pale and bony, her hair lost their brightness, and her body became slimmer than a skull. Even wild animals ignored her existance, and the only thing she could do was meaninglessly moving through the lands. The only things she was somewhat attracted to were rocks and pebbles, objects that she enjoyed collecting in her cave.

Eventually, she met people in their cities, but even with them she could not bond: she was too different. She was seen as an outcast, a strange creature soon nicknamed The Doll.

"Hey, look! It's the Doll again!" would whisper children as she passed. "Don't get close to this dirty witch!"

"Yuck, she's so creepy!"

She would only stare as they mocked her or throw mud and pebbles at her damaged dress.

She took one of the rocks that was thrown at her one day one day and comtemplated it.

"...Hate...Dread...Emotions... Gems..."

Slowly, a fiendish smile grew on the Little Girl's face. She connected these words together with the outline of an idea within her previously inactive mind. She left with the rock and went back to her cave, place that she now recognized as her personal lair. Upon reaching her small and dark realm, she realized that the rock was glowing unnaturally. Instinctively, she crushed it with her hand and focused her gaze on the small sphere that was trapped in it.

"I wish I could have a pet..."

"...Secret wish..." whispered the Little Girl.

She opened her mouth and ate the sphere.

"I wish I could have a pet. I need a pet. I want a pet"

Slowly but surely, the wish she had eaten was turning into a desire. An unstoppable Envy.

She took a stone from her own colletion and focused. In a flash of light, the stone was turned into a small, devious-looking creature ressembling a dog.

"...Golem...Yes... You are a golem. You are my own pet. I shall name you... Lykaos."

The rocky dog-shaped creature turned to her and placed himself next to her leg. She gently fondled it and went out of her lair, soon followed by her new companion.

A slight pain struck the Little Girl. She wanted more Envies. It filled her empty being with a power to enjoy. A quest to fulfill. It was everything she had ever needed. It was her energy. And now she knew where to find it.

The Little Girl began wandering around the various cities she would encounter and collect Envies by nightfall. She would sneak into houses and blow Stardust into the sleepy faces of kids and adults alike. Then, her victims still asleep, she would absorb their deepest wishes, turning them into imperious Envies, which she would them turn into golems, or Doomish, as she liked to call her numerous pets. She developed a depraved personality, in which only herself and her Doomish mattered. She ended up despising the humans that had rejected her, and enjoyed pulling nasty pranks in order to spread chaos and misery among them. Using innocent animals and make them follow her orders also became one of her prized hobbies, as she could use her Envies to possess humans and animals alike to change their behavior.

The Little Girl appeared calm and gentle, but her gaze still reflected the emptiness of her being. Watching chaos from afar and taming her Doomish were her only sources of entertaiment, apart from collecting and trading rocks and gems, only passion that contented her enough for her to avoid being utterly insensible.

"Why do you have so many rocks?" asked someone one day as she passed with a bag full of her precious objects.

"...They have no souls, no feelings", was her answer. "They're cold and sturdy. Nobody cares about them. They are mysterious in the inside."

The Little Girl locked her void gaze in the person's.

"Just like me."

Years later, the Little Girl saw a marvellous shooting star darting through the sky. As the meteor kept on going, the Little Girl felt her heart race in her chest. This sight seemed familiar to her, and yet she could not remember a thing. At the same time, Lykaos, her dog-shaped Doomish and most fateful companion, informed her about the incredible amount of wishes being made by every human being that had seen the shooting star.

But for once, she did not care about resuming her evil doings. She got out of her cave and climbed on top of it.

"I WISH TO KNOW WHO I AM!" she shouted as loud as she could, tears of honest despair spreading through her face. "I wish to know what brought me to this world! Why I have been rejcted all my life! What is my purpose? What am I?! Who am I?! Please! If someone hears my demand, then I beg you! ANSWER ME!"

But just like most of the beings she had come across since the beginning of her life, the shooting star ignored her desperate plea. The Little Girl found no other consolation than sobbing. Was she destined to remain the way she was forever...?

"NO!" she cried, her determination defying her own thoughts. "I will NOT be defeated by this! There is no such thing as destiny! And if pity is also something forbidden for me, then let me scream at the entire world: I shall forge my own being! I SHALL FORGE MY OWN LIFE!"

Responding to her fearsome battlecry, hundreds of Doomish turned their heads to their mistress and joined their ghostly voices to hers. She felt her power surging back. The Little Girl attracted all the rocks and gems she had been collecting and turned them into Stardust. She chose a big glowing sphere and ate it whole.

"I want to fly."

Using one of her most imperious Envy, the Little Girl merged the mystical dust with her body and turned it back to its original state.

The shape, however, had been altered.

Bright grey wings had grown out of the girl's back, with each reformed gem providing a piece of its natural shining facets to the result. The gems formed the external body of the wings, and the Stardust streghtened it from the inside, acting like artificial glowing bones. The complex wings could be summoned at will and were enpowered by the Little Girl's Stardust, which she knew would allow her to fly.

She chose another of her Envies and ate it as well.

"I want a name."

The Little Girl felt a brief burst of creativity. She contemplated the stars for a moment and finally smiled.

"I am Astraholia, Seraphin of Chaos!" she proudly declared. "My name represents who I am! It is my own identity, and I shall fully embrace it! Come, my Doomish! There are plenty of wishes that we have yet to absorb. Let the game begin! Let the forces of chaos spread!"

With a spark of light, Astraholia vanished, leaving her Doomish to roam the lands and collect wishes as they could.

During the following night, the Seraphin of Chaos attempted to spread chaos, anarchy and disorder through the world. But each of her attempt to do so were systematically put to rest. To her surprise, she realized that two other beings similar to her would grant the wishes of people before she could begin to absorb anything or fix problems as soon as she had caused them. Astraholia saw them stop disputes between families, cease wars between groups, end century-long quarrels between nations and put feuds to rest. People from across the world were celebrating the happy night and help the ones that they called Wishcraftress. Some sought for Truth, others for Ideal, but they all knew that their greatest wishes could be granted if they were chosen by the one they worshiped, or worthy in their idol's eye.

Intrigued, the Seraphin of Chaos decided to gather information about those two mysterious beings. Her Doomish managed to discover their old residences, and she flew to the forest where the Wishcraftress of Truth was first found. Approaching the sacred meteor, she put her hand on it and a sudden spark struck her memory.

"I merely wanted to make your fastidious task easier by using a power of my own."

"You are spoiling them by giving them what they want!"

"I really like stars."

"You found two forces to balance your own being with: Truth and Ideal."

"I am Stella, the Starry Wishcraftress, Seeker of Truth."

Astraholia screamed in the night. Flashes of memories that wasn't hers to remember had reached her, distant yet familiar. Although she could hardly bear them, she flew away to her second destination: a city of rock and wood. A second comet was lying on the ground. She called her Doomish and asked them to bring the first one she had found back to her cave. Relunctantly, Astraholia resumed her quest and put her hand on the second meteor. Other images and voices violently flashed in her mind.

"Creation and Destruction: that, Emissary, is what the balance is all about."

"I only grant wishes to those who deserve it. "

"It's a Unicorn's horn! "

"I am Estrel, the Sharp Wishcraftress, Seeker of Ideal. "

"You had the will and patience to look after me."

Astraholia's decision was taken. She ordered her Doomish to gather the second comet and bring it back to her cave.

With the task finally done, Astraholia took a deep breath and put her palms on both meteors. As she suspected, remnants of magical energy were trapped inside of them. She forcefully absorbed them And waited.

And finally, Astraholia remembered.

"The Monarch created a new world and flug her Emissary into it. With a bright light, she split into two halves that landed on opposite sides of the world.

But it was not the end of it.

The Monarch had performed a fission in his Emissary's being, but Remnants of the Wishcraftress' original essence were left untouched. As they were incomplete, the Monarch did not consider them as a being as they were.

However, they were leftovers of the Wishcratress' will and power, and their sole purpose was to carry their original form's quest: collect and distribute wishes. Unfortunately, the disbalance caused by the Monarch had also altered the goal, and the only thing the Remnants were sure about was that an energy similar to theirs was floating around in a nearby world – the very world the Monarch had created for his Emissary's twin halves.

Resolved to reunite with them, the Remnants reformed into a meteor-shaped energy sphere and hastily flew in direction of the world. This event was not witnessed by the Monarch, for he was occupied with much bigger matters in other parts of his Universe.

The Remnants crashed into a cavern. More bits of their combined mass disappeared during the crash, and they realized that, without a defined form, they would not be able to survive. They adopted a shape similar to their former one and, exhuasted, fell on the ground."

Astraholia wasn't sure if the tears on her face expressed joy, sadness or relief.

She was a lost enbodiment of her former self: the Original Wishcraftress. The two others were manifestations of her two facets: Truth and Ideal.

Astraholia, however, was a mere shell. An empty body. Something forgotten that decided to survive on its own and carry on an altered mission. In other words, she wasn't supposed to exist. And everything she had done in her life so far was the complete opposite of what she was originally supposed to do. She had utterly failed.

"O, my Monarch," she lamented. "What have I done..."

Astraholia fell on her knees, defeated by the weight of her culpability. Then she heard a gentle bark: Lykaos, her first creation, her first mistake, was trying to comfort her. She blankly stared at him.

Other Doomish came to her, and she was soon surrounded by them. The golems that would always be by her side. Slowly, her self-developped, corrupted side took over her thoughts.

Maybe she could atone for her sins. Maybe she could find a way to fix what she had done. Then it hit her.

The Twins.

They were parts of her. She was the remnant of the Original Wishcraftress, and they were simply images of her that reflected two versions of her beliefs and power. If she could absorb them, she wouldn't need to absorb anything anymore. She would finally be complete, balanced again, and able to use Ideal and Truth together as one.

Astraholia rose up, fondling her canine golem's ears.

"I must find them. I must find the Twins. And if it means spreading more chaos to this world, then so be it. I shall destroy in order to create. I shall bring out anarchy to forge order. I shall fulfill my mission, no matter the cost. And at last, we will show the Monarch that despite everything, we have taken the good path. Come, my Doomish! There is a last task I want you to carry. You must find the Twin Wishcraftresses and lead them out of their respective realms. I shall assist you later. Absorb as many Envies as you can. Become stronger. I'm counting on you!"

The golems left the cavern and spread across the lands, fiercer than ever.

Lykaos stayed with his mistress and together they altered the shape of her territory. The cavern that had seen Astraholia grow up became the Kaoliastell, a land ruled by mist, darkness and multicolored gems that could turn into more Doomish whenever she desired it.

Once her fastidious task completed, The Seraphin of Chaos got out of her realm and roamed around the World from Down Below until her fateful encounter with the wandering Twins. She knew that her Doomish would eventually drive them out, it it was only by uniting with them that she could, perhaps, atone for her innocent sin.


And there you go. So, which is your favorite Wishcraftress and why? Any feedback concerning the chapters? Overall comments? I'm all ears, and I hope you've enjoyed! Very Happy

Also... Pack of 15 virtual cookies to the one who understand from what Pokemon Legendary trio this story is originally based upon. And pack of 6 more for the one who finds all the hints :p
It's not so hard, but still.
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