Really, it shouldn't have taken him these extra years to do this. The constant struggle with his natural laziness at war with a desire to protect. It was a shame really, his race was longer lived than some others so he had the extra time as a teenager to do as he pleased. Though a certain flash of yellow and purple in his memory made him laugh. Oh yeah, he was doing this mostly from a certain ghoul and boils urgings.
In a blink of an eye, the room shifted. Stepping out of the tend he was placed in, a hang went up to shield the burning sunlight from his eyes. Squinting, he realized he was suddenly somewhere else entirely? Firstly, he was outdoors. Standing alone in the middle of a large mossy field, he turned around to see what his 'home' was, only to let out a laugh.
This was a dream, clearly. He hadn't seen this set up since he last saw uncle Fin. His uncle was polar opposite of his stickler of a father, and used to tell the most amazing stories of his travels as a merchant throughout Halloween. Adventures with daring, kindness, even the occassional crisis and sorrow. He loved it all.
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12. Prompt - Who You Wanted to Be
You step into the room. In the blink of an eye, you realize that you are now your childhood dream. What did you want to be when you were a scareling? For those that were suddenly spawned into existence, you are now the first profession you took an interest in. What is it? Are you successful?
You step into the room. In the blink of an eye, you realize that you are now your childhood dream. What did you want to be when you were a scareling? For those that were suddenly spawned into existence, you are now the first profession you took an interest in. What is it? Are you successful?
