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 Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2018 5:51 pm
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Several little butterflies shimmering and twinkling moving as one streamed into the room of the pae’il named Drizelda. Many purple and pink butterflies waited on Dizzy’s pillow poised to defend her from the oncoming onslaught.
Each shimmery butterfly seemed to vanish against a pink or purple butterfly, giving them a sheen that did not exist prior. When all of the local butterflies had been taken over by the foreign visitors, one by one they fluttered softly and wandered into Dizzy’s dreams.
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A beautiful opalescent spire that touched the sky cast no shadow upon the land. There were no entrances, but the denizens still flew in and out as they continued on with their duties. The beings that were coming and going looked insectlike. They had long, slender limbs and delicate dragonfly wings fluttering so fast they weren’t even visible. Dizzy hovered in place and watched in awe while taking in the wonders of this strange land. The spire was such an enigma to her. It appeared to bend in the light at some angles. And the size didn’t change as she moved backward. The peculiarity of the building was incredible!
Curious, she fluttered over to the building, right up to the surface. Dizzy looked around to make sure no one was watching and she touched it.
It was like jello. Her fingertip created waves on the surface. The butterfly fae flew back a bit and studied the surface. It looked perfectly solid. She touched again, but this time with her whole hand.
The building pulled her hand in, swallowing her up.
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One of the shining butterflies had been pushed from her mind by one of Dizzy’s own pink ones.
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In the darkness, among the loud buzzing, a magnificent faerie pae hovered in front of Dizzy. "She is so glamorous," She thinks. "Her beautiful opalescent skin glows!".
“Loreweaver.” whispered the dragonfly-winged pae.
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Another opalescent butterfly had been pushed from the dreaming fae’s mind.
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Only one word echoed in her mind, “peace.” She was in this land to make peace.
“Young one, this land is for you. All of its bounty and glory can be yours. But you must bring peace to the shadow and the light.” The words came to her like an ethereal song, with many voices. “Your world depends on it.”
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A warring opal butterfly and purple butterfly emerged from the sleeping pae. She groaned and rolled over, briefly opening her eyes a slit while sleeping. She caught a glimpse of the fighting butterflies. She recognized her own dream butterfly, but not the shiny one. She hummed and was back among the dreaming.
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The breeze carried the scent of spring across the courtyard. The children giggled and sang while playing games. Dizzy smiled and held a finger out as a perch for the beautiful opalescent butterflies. She felt peace and comfort while sitting on the edge of the grand fountain.
“Find safety! HIde! Run!” the shouts and calls came out of nowhere. No one was prepared…
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Another butterfly, shining green in the moonlight was pushed from Dizzy’s mind. A pink dream butterfly wouldn’t let it re-enter. But the others remained.
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The string band played beautifully. The guests of the grand mansion wore masks as part of the theme of the holiday celebration. The fae in attendance dressed in their best fabrics. Dizzy giggled and put her hand on the shoulder of the gentleman that had escorted her to the party. Her decorated mask mirrored that of her male counterpart. Shimmering stones in the shape of a butterfly framed their faces. "Vale!"
“Run! Hide! They’re here!”
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This time it took two of Dizzy’s own dream butterflies to eject the glowing one that had invaded her mind.
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Fear and panic were all she could feel. Everything and nothing surrounded her, pushing on her mind.
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What happens next?
It is up to you to finish Dizzy's dream sequence!
You have until --October 23rd, 2018--to complete the task in order to move on to the next step.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2018 12:54 am
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I have to wake up.
Wait, am I even dreaming?
It's cold. That sword hurt.
Dizzy wiggled and kick. The nothing squeezed harder the more she struggled.
I died.
Why didn't I wake up?
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Another twinkling butterfly had been ejected from her sleeping mind. Many of Dizzy's dream butterflies now formed a shield to prevent more of the intruding strangers.
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"Mmmm warm breeze smells of spring." Dizzy opened her eyes and lay in the soft bed.
She sat up and stretched and felt better than she had in ages. She absent-mindedly considered that her chest didn't hurt. A small child with the most beautiful and delicate wings fluttered in and clasp her hands to her chest. "She's up!"
Another fae followed the child, but this one was regal. She carried an air of confidence and leadership. Her gown sparkled in the sun, so much so that Dizzy was momentarily distracted.
The royal fae cleared her throat.
"Oh! Hello!" Dizzy smiled and gave a little wave. "Where am I?"
The royal fae rolled her eyes and turned to walk away. "Follow me."
The butterfly fae walked several paces behind the regal Fae, losing a step every so often as Dizzy stopped to marvel her surroundings. The colors were so much more vibrant than she remembered. She wanted to stop and smell every flower. They arrived at the doors of a grand palace. The courtyard was so green and had perfectly cut grass. Dizzy had never seen something like this. It seemed silly that someone would do that to completely good grass. But it was pretty, and felt all nice and soft.
"C'mon!" the small child nudged the pink pae to continue following the regal faerie.
"Uhm, uh ... can I get your name?" She asked of the pae she was following.
"Caoimhe. We have to pick up the pace if we're to have you ready." Her tone was silvery and very beautiful.
Dizzy blinked and the world sped up all around her. She turned to watch what was going on, but it was like everyone was fast forward and she was slow. She felt herself dress up gowns many times as the world just went by her. She saw wealth and culture, a montage of life as faeries, and then tiny glimpses of figures that would just step out the spinning world and stand in front of her as if they stepped out of the fast-moving reel.
"Wait! What's happening?" She called out and reached for the hand of one. "Who are you?"
"I am Kethara."
And she was gone as quick as she showed up.
Another one, "I am Daeron."
"I am Nomia"
That name rung a bell. But she didn't know why.
The world stopped spinning and she fell. She screamed and closed her eyes so tight. There was a tug at her back and she opened her eyes shouting, "I HAVE WING!"
Fluttering down, instead of the freefall she almost took, she watched a beautiful world around buzzing with life all around. It felt peaceful. Was this the peace she'd dreamed?
A giant cloud moved towards her at an incredible rate. As it grew closer, it turned into that of a giant hand. "No!! Get away from me!" Her heart about burst through her chest when the hand grabbed her. It held her in a fist, but it wasn't tight.
"WHY!?"
"You are needed."
"But I have children!"
Dizzy was pulled up into the cloud.
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She gasped for air again, but this time, it was different. It was like her first breath of air.
"We need you, so we found you a new home." A chorus of voices sung out to her.
That was odd. Her mind still swirled from the lack of oxygen. She heard a baby cry but the sound came from her own lips. "Wait, that's me!" she was crying! Dizzy struggled to move but everything was sore. She could only kick her legs and reach with tiny hands.
She was a baby again!
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"NO!" Dizzy gasped again and all the twinking butterflies were pushed from her mind. She slapped every bit of her to make sure she wasn't still a baby. She lay back down staring at the ceiling, breathing hard and trying to figure out what had happened.
"My butterflies don't do that me."
After processing what had just happened, she went to fix herself some tea. She had an urge to hug and kiss her babies.
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