UNDER VERY HEAVY CONSTRUCTION FORGIVE ME PLS. I"ve attempted to make this look good in any resolution; but supermassive widescreens will be able to see this page in its best light. I've intentionally cut the text box here short so it's not cut off in smaller screen resolutions; it's exactly what Ance wants. ^-^
Note to you, dear reader: Ance's story is far, far more in-depth than this petpage allows. Once I've gotten my other pet's pages up, you'll be able to grasp the full scope of it. Only that which directly relates to Ance is listed here.
You've awoken, seemingly, in a land where the grasses are lush violets, indigos, and an intriguing hue of purple. Feeling a little bruised, you deduce that you've fallen from the lavender sky in what must have been rather dizzying. Nearby is a fire, glowing a bright, icy blue, next to an equally interesting looking Peophin mare. You study her for just a moment before realizing you're nowhere near the spot you'd fallen asleep. Welcome to the Dream World- your hostess is Rayneance, or 'Ance'- better introduce yourself. She can be pretty snappy sometimes.
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The Peophin glances up, grateful to see your not-so-smiling face. At least you're awake. She comes into the lantern light, where you can clearly define her facial features- she's just as purple as the rest of the world around you, but her eyes are a shade of blue that would make that of the fire weep with envy. "Are you alright?" she queries, checking a bandage upon your arm. Hmm. You hadn't noticed that before. Her tiny, feminine face is writhe with concern- she's genuinely worried about your well-being. "I've done my best to fix your wounds, but I'm afraid you'll have to stay here until you're better.".
Well, that's just fantastic," you reply with dismay. "What the heck am I supposed to do until then?!" You instantly feel bad about your outburst as the mare's ears flick backwards, shielding themselves from your not-so-delicate voice.
Your first order of duty is to survive," she says tersely. "This isn't exactly Faerieland, though I wouldn't trust those ladies as far as I could throw them." Without elaborating on her last comment, she continues checking your wounds. "While we're sticking this out, I've got a bit of a story to tell."
*-* First Light *-*
My parents were simply casual friends. Neither wanted a child, nor did either volunteer to keep me, so I was shipped off to an aunt's house until I was twelve. Mind you, twelve is a tragically young age for my kind- we age very, very slowly, stopping entirely at around forty- some sooner, some later- but never do we look more than twenty of your years. We stay this good looking for ever. Ance winks, grinning.
I did, however, lose my aunt at a young age. I never cared to find my parents- they hadn't done me any favors and so I didn't owe them my time. Even now, years and years later, I still feel that emptiness. Later in my life, I found myself wishing I could give my own children what my parents denied me- but that's another story.
My aunt was taken from me by visitors from another realm- dark and evil they were, ever hungry for power. They came quickly, focused on those that oozed magic- they stole it from those members of our gypsy tribe in vials. Magic is the life blood of my people; I was held back, having not come into my powers, and watched as each adult member was destroyed. I did not fight them- I saw no use. Neither did the other children. At twelve, only having had that many years with my aunt, I felt dead inside. They didn't need to drain me to kill me.
Once we were let go, we checked each other's bruises, doctored the babies, and buried what was left of the adult's remains. The older children were left to care for themselves, siblings, or those babies of younger couples. As I was alone in this world, knowing my parents had likely been killed in the fight as well, I walked away from everyone and everything I'd known. At this point, I realised- you cannot trust anyone. The laws of nature are such that life, in itself, is a cruel punishment.
As I walked, for a few years, even, I contemplated this new revelation until I came to the end of my world. I'd nearly fallen off the edge of it, really. I looked below me; this was no gulch. It simply dropped off into endless starlight. Straight out from me, I saw the most glorious thing I'd ever seen in my twenty-three years- a single shining star in a void of pitch black that was seemingly only miles from where I stood. On its own, it shone fiercely; not needing the support of other stars. It didn't need anyone, or anything. I stepped off the ledge, hoping that I'd somehow die and that would be my heaven.
Obviously, I didn't. I simply floated, effortlessly, in what I thought felt a bit like liquid. It was a peaceful feeling, and for the first time in my life, I left the planet of Rayne. Even the bounds of gravity couldn't hold me.
I walked through this void; this vacuum, checking behind me every once in a while to see the dull, brown planet I'd left behind. It was so small in comparison to the bright light I was walking towards, and within days, I felt a pull.
In case you didn't know, a pull is not a good thing. It's not like a friend pulling you away from a dangerous place- it's an enemy forcing you to join them. I fought it; this was not the perfection I thought I would encounter. For the record, dear guest, black holes are not actually black- they're not even holes, for that matter. As tiny as I was, however, I managed to escape the spaghetti string theory. I even got to avoid the horrid splat as I landed in another dimension. It was… how can I say this… Swampy. Yeah, that sums it up. But it was green. The life in this world was plentiful; birds soared overhead, brown things (which I later knew as 'deer') frolicked between the trees. Seeing that this place was good, I laid down and slept.
*_* Waking Up *_*
Wake up." I felt a dull kick to my side.
WAKE UP YOU USELESS HORSE!" Yet another kick. I grunted, my eyes finally daring to open. Sheesh, was it bright! I went to lay my head back down, but found it being lifted by the odd-looking creature who so rudely woke me up. She was female- with curls that came to her shoulders, greenish eyes and a scowl on her face that would have made the devil cower in fear. She wore a pink sweater and a pair of blue jeans- not sure what was on her feet, but they were covered in mud. Unfortunately, so was I.
I don't know who you're calling useless," I spat at her. My ears flicked back, not entirely thrilled with her company.
You. You're the idiot who fell asleep in a swamp for years. Not quite sure what the vet might say about me bringing in a kelpie, though," she seemed to think aloud- she looked me up and down, seemingly surprised at what she saw.
If I was a kelpie, I'd of eaten you by now, child," I shot back, straightening myself up to appear taller than the girl. That wasn't difficult. She was four-nine, give or take an inch. I attempted to straighten myself further- but found I couldn't. A pain ripped through my tail and into my fluke- what in the- OH. I was bleeding. I tried to hide it from the girl- she seemed like the type to nurture the crap out of anything that was hurt. She noticed, anyhow.
My name is Frosty, and you're coming with me."
Evidently, her word was final- this 'Frosty' had a halter and everything, and I fought her for a mile and a half back to her dairy goat farm. She had three times the endurance I did and I quickly found out why- she had three HUGE horses on the property, as well. I grumbled and fought her as she tended my wound, cleaned me up, and put me with those giant horses on the property. They shied and bucked as they wondered, curiously, what I might be. Chef, the oldest, finally stopped after two weeks, and even the younger two stopped giving me the cold shoulder after a while. Lisa and Chef, the larger of the two, were similarly colored- both bay. Shopper, however, was both blind and a horrid shade of orange- I guess Frosty called her Chestnut. I was solid brown- plain compared to all of them. I'd learned that I'd spent over a century asleep in that swamp- though my looks defied my years, unlike the horses I kept company with. I felt out of place after a month or so- Frosty felt compassion for me, saying there was yet another world that I would feel more comfortable in. I felt it typical that I'd be shoved into another world and that she was ditching me altogether. However, my little gypsy heart felt a longing for movement- I'd healed quickly and the 2 acre corral wasn't big enough for me. I gladly accepted the invitation, and Frosty even offered to come with me. While she couldn't be there all the time, Neopia would be a home for both of us. I felt a bit better, knowing that my new friend would come along with me. She'd even found another Peophin on the way- a blue male named Gozoo.
Gozoo, unfortunately, didn't like either of us- tagged with the Neopian name of Gozoo11, he left within days. I was allowed my full name- Rayne Ance- but it lacked the space. Technically, it's Rayne of Ance- our names were always reversed, much like Asian culture- but I was still happy with the name I was given.
*-* First Love *-*
I'd like to say that my first love was mutual, but it was far from it. I was, at this point, certain that my heart would never find its true course- but it did when I met Beau, one year into my existence on Neopia. I found him attractive, yes, and his stern, bold personality drew me to him.
Unfortunately, he saw right through me- a gypsy sorceress with a knack for getting those around her hurt. I manipulated him; forced him to love me. Eventually, I did catch a glimmer of true love- and for that, I married him. Our real love grew, and the spell broke- soon, I found out I was with foal. I was pleased; but Beau did not learn of it until after his death.
Oh, how fickle love can be! How quickly Beau was taken from me; the story is as follows.
It was the first Darigan war- my husband's first battle. A soldier he was not- but Darigan ordered his minions to order to fight. It was, after all, the very end of it; the Darigan soldiers were not well trained in their illness; their mutation. I pleaded with Beau to not go- begged of him to not leave.
Please! You can't leave us- me," I cried, the tears already welling up in my eyes. My fragile heart was breaking- the final bonds of the spell were wearing thin. He ignored me, turning away. "BEAU!"
I watched as he fell in line with the other soldiers- and left me forever. It was as though he'd forgotten me entirely; my growing belly was the only sign we'd ever been together. I swallowed hard before finally calling out to him, just one more time- but the bond I'd woven was gone entirely. Had I been a more intelligent mare, I could have spoken those same words from just eight months before and his love would return to me- instead, I wept. I, who had lost her emotions nearly a century ago, simply let my heart break in the Meridellian woods. Only when two Meridell soldiers picked me up as prisoner did I notice any time had passed- it was dark. My silvery pelt was muddied, as well- they, however, took me in and fed me. They cleaned me, insisting that everything would be alright. I learned Beau had been shot down by one of the Meridellian foot soldiers- I did not cry, but simply stared at a wall in shock.
Even more shocking, however, was that Frosty left Neopia, as well. In just a period of a week, I lost everything, and everyone, that was dear to me. The only one I had left was the one I nursed within.
Gradually, I accepted the loss of Frosty. Friends of mine told me she'd 'quit'- I knew that to mean that she'd given up on me. I soon gave birth to a son- Raynebo, as I called him- and found a small hut to move into near Meridell. I was very much alone during this time, until a peculiar Island mare walked into my life.
*-* The In-Laws *-*
She was pink. She was loud. And most of all, she had more 'boyfriends' than I could count. Her name was Memeigi, or "Memory". Not to mention the fact that she was on my doorstep.
Hey, you Ance?" she asked quickly. Her annoying-looking Cirrus bounced around, getting rain all over the place. "Good, let me in." She forced her way past me, scattering dirt and her suitcases as she went. Suitcases. OH CRAP, SHE WAS STAYING. She began speaking again- in her high, girly, annoying voice. "I'm Beau's half sister- err, was. His mom and our dad hooked up before my twin and I were born." She continued speaking, and I thought, with much horror, that there were two of them. Just. Like. This. "But my twin died a while back," she said as she walked into the room again. "Unfortunate, too- her boyfriend and her son just up and left one day. Daughter kicked off about a week later- Noir died of a broken heart within a year," she said solemnly. She hesitated for a moment, as though there were something else. "You know my aunt.".
My ears perked with interest. I knew a lot of people at that time. "Oh, really? Who?" I asked, uncertain.
."It's Ange." My mouth dropped- seriously?! That little white git I'd helped out?!
."No way. Ange said she didn't have any siblings. Of course, she was a bit off her rocker…"
."Nah, she and Mom were split from each other. I'm sure she told you about the battle?" She raised an eyebrow.
."Yeah, but Fyora can't be that bloody powerful," I said indignantly.
.She's not- it's Ange. She's actually smart as a whip and can be dangerous as all get out- so says Mom. Wotcher," she said warningly. Her slight British accent became deeper the more relaxed she became. "Says she's irrational and naïve to boot, has the tendency to destroy things if she's angry." She shrugged. "I've never met her, myself. Don't care to, neither."
I had a hard time believing Mem- and when I later confronted Ange about it, she was in shock. My poor, dear friend had no idea that Nyct, this 'sister', even existed. The poor innocent soul fretted over it for a week!
A few weeks into Mem's intrusion into my life, we were sitting down at the table, enjoying a bar of Belgian chocolate. Rather randomly, I asked her exactly how she found out about me.
."Oh, Frosty told me. She was pretty upset that she'd lost you- been talking for months about it." She stuffed another chunk into her mouth, as though this were nothing. My head tilted- could this be the same human? Not letting myself get too excited, ignoring the little pitter of my heart, I grilled her on the subject.
."THE Frosty? My human? The person I owe my life to? The very person I insisted I hated but I really like her because she saved me from a life of unending boredom?!" Alright, so yeah, I let myself go. I couldn't help it- I'd been thinking a lot about the girl. It'd been a little over a year since I'd seen or heard from her.
*-* Meeting and Mayhem *-*
Mem took me to see her in Neopia Central. I was hesitant- she didn't know I'd had a son, nor did she know how much I'd changed. I fretted, wondering if she'd still accept me for who I was despite the fact I'd become a totally different Peophin. I looked about for her, those bouncing curls and unerring smile.
Ance, if you don't QUIT THAT, I'm going to put you in a sock," Mem shouted, referring to my nervous behavior. Oh, she's so patient. "Besides, she's at the Money Tree."
My head shot to that direction- and there she was. In all of her hard-headed glory, she saw me at just about the same moment. To ignore the fact that this moment was totally cliché, I still can't remember who, exactly, was running faster. Frosty looked like a goofball when she ran towards me, but I'm positive the stupid grin on my face was a tell-all. When we finally met (err… collided), she wrapped her arms around me and smiled.
."I've missed you, friend."
."I've missed you, too." Neither of us could hide the tears running down our faces. She hasn't left me alone in this world since- and I'll never leave her.
*-* Meeting, Changing, Loving *-*
It wasn't for another six months after our happy meeting- August 28th, 2004- that I met Sustan. While it was awkward at best in the beginning, we soon grew to cherish each other. I can't really remember how it was we met- I'm almost positive Frosty and Rachel had something to do with it- but I was happy.
We never professed our love on the mountaintops, nor did we go out and party together. I don't even remember us dating, per se- but we were together. Within the first three years, we brought four lovely, smiling children into this world- two boys, two girls. Rayne was thrilled with his siblings; but unfortunately, one life was cut short. Nemesis, Sustan's father, and my youngest daughter, Minuit, slaughtered our youngest son within minutes of his birth. My two sons, Kin and Rayne, and my oldest daughter, Doma, each vowed to kill Nemesis and Minuit if it were the last thing they did.
Wretched feelings aside, Sustan and I married in April of that year. I'll never forget the ceremony; it was lovely- set outside near a river, a spacious open field near our home. We vowed to make a life together for as long as our love would endure. We were happy.
Naturally, as time goes on, yet another chapter was added to my life- one that shocked all of us.
I was simply picking fruit out of our garden- when, rather suddenly- a dust storm picked up. I didn't want my love berries to be covered in said dust, so I blocked them as best I could. I felt a pull- yes, the same pull as when I was being sucked into Earth. Letting go, it was more pleasant this time…
Dream World
I landed softly in this land of purple. It was calm; sedate. It was simply wonderful- I adored it! I decided that I would stay for just a few days- a small vacation for me.
Within three days, I came across a body. She was lovely- her lavender coat glimmered in the indigo sunlight, her wings- unfurled, untouched by the harm of any world. She looked almost dappled in the light, the trees breaking the sunlight into uneven patterns upon her coat. She was dead. I looked over her, checking to see if there were any life left within her, and her eyes flew open.
Horrid eyes- red, glowing- stared up at me, a contrast to the beautiful creature below me. She hissed, a retched sound I'd never heard come out of an equine before that sent the hairs at the base of my mane up. She stood effortlessly and began rearing- roaring. Never being a pacifist, myself, I defended myself. I returned her challenge, fighting for my life. I equally roared, squealing loudly- I kicked my feet out, pummeling her with my sharp hooves. She spliced at me, her wings beating furiously as she nailed me to a tree. She bit into my neck, and I felt my own energy draining. It was as though… she were taking on my identity. Her previously lavender body was replaced by my own silvery body. I kicked her off with what little strength I had left- and she landed. I was curious when I didn't- no, when SHE didn't- move. I lifted her body to find that she'd landed upon a rock- it'd punctured some vital organ and killed her instantly.
I stayed there for a few minutes, contemplating what happened. I glared at my reflection in a puddle- I had a more refined look- my body lacked any sign that I'd ever carried my foals. I had always carried those few extra pounds with a bit of pride- and that wench had taken it all away from me.
Over a period of two weeks, I discovered several things- that the Dream Realm was in trouble, and that it was vast. I'll discuss more of it later on. Because of its vastness, it took a while for me to LEAVE. In order to get from the place I'd landed- Dream Drop Point- I had to cross the Main continent, fly over the Violet Sea, cross Freet Isle, fly (I got wings in my transformation) to Iden, cross several small villages and the military town of Sols fe Wraith and the capital of Menmere, and FINALLY cross the paths of Hushabye Mountain to get to the portal. Needless to say, I was more than happy to learn that just a few simple words could bring me straight to the portal from anywhere in the world.
Chupe, the portal guard, neglected to tell me what they were as it shoved me through the portal.
I expected my family to wonder where the hell I'd been for these past few weeks- they simply asked where dinner was. Oh, how typical. T_T. Actually, Dream Realm time is much slower than that on Neopia- I'd only been gone three hours- not three weeks.
Time passed as usual, and no comment was made about my change in colour. I can only assume that they were unhappy with it- I caught glares from them every once in a while. I can only assume it's because I somewhat resembled a Darigan Peophin with huge butterfly wings. Regardless, I felt the love in our family slowly dissipate from then on.
*-* Retribution *-*
In the next six months, a sort of determination took place of the love that once abounded in our family. A feeling of foreboding grew in my heart- and it was soon realised as autumn came in 2007. A battle took place that my eyes will never forget; nor will my heart ever forgive me for letting it get that far.
It was an unusually still day- the wind simply forgot to blow and the clouds seemed to sleep. Still, the air was chilly- I knew something would be happening, but I was rather unsure of what. Doma awoke to say that Rayne was being hunted down by Minuit. How she knew this, I was unsure- but after I woke Kin up (oh, such sleepy children I have- it was noon!) we soon left. Sustan was already at the field, quick as he was.
Twice, Nemesis was brought down- on the second take-down and after a large explosion, the stallion was killed. Gone. The blast had rendered Minuit unconscious, so Rayne quickly picked her up- after I ordered him to not kill her- and brought her home. I was feeling thrilled- my family was back together and life might have some normalcy left within it. But that was not to be. Life can never be, as some might call it, perfect. In September, 2008, after a time of peace, the wars began again.
Kin ran into the living room, where I had fallen asleep, exclaiming that Rayne and Minuit had done it- they'd gotten into an epic fight and it was continuing outside. His voice alone spoke volumes.
I flitted out the back door to find beams of magic flying through the air- both were former students at Hogwarts and were both rather good at spitting out spells. Neither were practicing, however.
Avada Kedavra! they shouted simultaneously. Two heavy, bright green beams shot from two wand tips, both landing upon the chest of its victim.
Doma and Sustan have long since disappeared, the apparition of Attie gone with them. Kin and I were left to bury them ourselves. No words were spoken, nor were any tears shed. Both of them had fulfilled their life's purpose- neither would return in spirit form. My gentle son; my fighting daughter who simply couldn't find her way. I'm still fighting with the result of this whole mess; praying that I can move on.
*-* I'm Moving On *-*
Friends
Friends have always been my outlet for grief. Thus, those that I have left are no exception. They are few, but their graces are many.
Kishou is actually more recent than not. We met when he locked me in his wine cellar one day on accident- and I simply emptied it of its contents. I'm still not quite sure if he regrets it or not xD. With his good looks and endearing personality, we share a similar emotional past and have therefore grafted on to one another.
Eva is my mirror image. Lost, just as I am, she is looking for a way to end her ruffian lifestyle. While I'm not so much a ruffian as I am a estranged housewife, I can still feel a connection with her. I'd love to say Mem has helped her out some, but… yeah. .-. Mem was actually introduced to this lifestyle by Eva. How lovely. I'm not one to judge on another's past, however. Eva really is a sweet girl, but needs a boost in life.
Ange was the first of my little 'rescues' and my best female friend- despite the fact that she's got this horrid little idea in her head that I need a stallion in my life. Insane little girl!
Memory, the crazy mare whom I met after Beau's death, has always been a friend. I may not treat her as such, even insulting her and poking fun at her for no reason at all, refusing to associate with her in public or talk about her as a friend, but really. She's the only reason I made it after Beau's death and the more recent deaths of Rayne and Minuit.
Sorrov, Beau's father as well as Mem's. He was, for a few fleeting months, the victim of another love spell- set by darkness incarnate, Nyct. He's become quite a close friend of mine and even had feelings for me a while back- but we're too different. He still sheepishly, from time to time, flirts, but it's all in good fun. I think. I can't express to him how disgusting that would be!
Family
How horrid is it that only one of my family members remain! I am unsure of whether I will allow it to grow again- I should simply be thankful for the one son I have left.
Kin is my saving grace. My love and loyalty nurtured him into a kind, loving young stallion. I do tend to lean on him in harder times, and he really is my best friend and confidant. I wish for him the life I long for; one of peace, tranquility, and most of all; unending love.
Letters to the Lost
In the time that has passed in my life, I have learned to count my blessings through those I've loved- and lost. Here, you'll find letters to those that have died or simply left my life.
Beau
Oh, how I missed you for many a year. But I tricked you; I caused your death because of my shallow love. How cruel I must have been- you were dispassionate, gave me cold glares when I needed you the most; my unrequited love for you was your downfall. I lack pity for you in death, now, as you've haunted my family for too long.
Doma
I'm not sure if you're dead or alive. I'm not sure if you remember your demonic gypsy roots, or if that's the cause of your leaving me and your brother. Life isn't the same here without you and I cringe to think that something may have gone wrong in your travels- but this is simply a mother's woe. I love you, my darling.
Sustan
Perhaps it's your absence that hurts me the most. Our love was epic; famous, even- celebrated by all, even those who didn't know us. You changed after your father was finally polished off- perhaps he alone was the driving force that kept us so close together for those wonderful years together. Four years, all left behind; I'm not sure what to think of your leaving. The tension alone was enough to drive me batty- perhaps you, too, have taken the life of a gypsy. I'm still at home, but our relationship can never be the same.
Attie
My little one; I knew you for only a few minutes before you were taken from me. In spirit form, I knew you for just a few months- perhaps you've followed Doma, the only one of the family you ever loved. She, after all, was more of a mother to you than I ever was. I still grieve for your loss.
Rayne
I cherish the very thought of you- from your first smile to the first time you said you'd found someone to love on your own. How I envied you, secretly, for having such a stable life- up until you got a silly idea in your head- though you weren't the one I thought would kill your sister. If only I'd known how much hate and rage was building beneath the sweet exterior- I could have prevented the loss of two of my children. My heart is once more filled with sorrow- I never thought I would have to bury you before you'd really gotten a sense of what being an adult was.
Minuit
My diamond in the rough. I thought I could change you- but you'd been too far corrupted. You lived without fear of consequence- and died the same way. Wherever you are now, I simply pray that you're alright with what you've done in life. I hope you're happy.
*-* General Information *-*
Name: Rayne of Ance (Or Ance, of Rayne)
NeoName: Rayneance (Pronounced "Ray-knee-anse")
NeoColour: Darigan
Design: Lavender haircoat; Star on forehead, snip on nose; white scar on lower half of body; Black mane and tail which fade to pink, then white; silver socks; violet wings of a monarch
Age: Approx. 128 Years, appears 21 years (and will forever!)
Weight: Bite me.
Height: 13.2hh (approx. 52.8 inches at the shoulder, or 4'4")
Personality: |Changed||Giving||Worrisome||Difficult|
|"Colorful"||Intelligent||Stoic||Dreaming|
|Frustrated||Lost||Looking||Fighting|
But most of all... Loving.
Purple, Dreaming, Stars, Drinks, Friends, Family, Food, Peace, Love, Laughter
Loss, Death, Depression, Chupe, Oranges
The Petpet
You've heard me mention it a couple times. Its full name is "Chupakabra", but it mostly goes by Chupe. It also lacks a gender- I'm not just being derogatory by not calling it a him or a her. I. Do. Not. Like. It. It's creepy. It has bad breath, and a penchant for tearing up clothes in incredibly embarrassing situations! It simply followed me home one day from the Portal and hasn't left me alone since. .-. Kishou's not too fond of it, either, particularly since it cut holes in one of his shirts. OwO
*-*The Dream Realm, Revisited *-*
I have, it seems, taken to visiting the Dream Realm far more often now. Its as if the war-torn land has brought me a sense of peace- it gives me something to do while I grieve, really. Yet… something just doesn't quite seem right in any of it. I have sent out a letter to those of my acquaintance and hopefully, we can get everything set right before it's too late. (The results of the plot will come with the next update to Ance's petpage.)
The Dream Realm is one of many mysteries- so much to discover in this place but so many restrictions that it seems that death would be the punishment, if one could be killed in their dreams. If this world was not under so much turmoil, anything would be able to happen here. I've been told that the Dream Realm is the source for all magic, but has been slowly captured by an evil force- The Others.
These are my employers. I'm a Realiser- someone who, after having heard the cry of someone's heart, goes out and helps their dream come true. I'm pretty good about being incognito about it, and am rarely seen unless time is a problem. I'm also seeking to destroy them. Not because they jipped me on a paycheck- but because while helping people doesn't seem so bad, it's how they're doing it that's the problem.
They've captured the Dream Realm's magic- at least, the better part of it, anyway. I myself am ridiculously powerful. I can't even snap a bloody twig using magic here- it just… wiggles. Considering my magical past, this is pretty sad. Anywho, they keep it locked up within the Castle's walls- a large, white building which harshly contrasts against the dark landscape of the world.
To the untrained eye, nothing is amiss so long as you don't attempt to cross the waters. The landscape is calm; beautiful, even, if you can get over the insane amount of violet. Here, I am camouflaged. I can remain unseen for days, hiding amongst the brush- or, on a cloudy day, in the middle of a field. Yet, I still find no comfort left here. My first few visits, I was thrilled- enthralled when I gained employment here. The peace didn't last long.
As I ventured through the white castle on the mountain, I discovered a room which I was granted access to. To be a Dream Realiser is among the highest ranking careers, aside from an Inquisitor or one of The Others, and you are given nothing but the best treatment- but the only way to terminate your 'contract' is through death- the mare who attacked me in the forest upon my first visit was my predecessor. I guess you have to attempt to kill someone, passing the horrid gene on to another, before they get so frustrated that they slam you into a rock, or some equally painful object. I've gone off track here.
Within the Castle lies a room with a large, glowing orb- it casts a rainbow of light through the room, simmering in its own sorrow, it seems. Every once in a while, it seems to have an emotional upset- sputtering for a moment, or sighing- and it lets out the brightest beam of light you'd ever see in your days on any planet. This orb, I felt, was the key to the overwhelming feeling of sadness in the Dream Realm. Now, all I had to do was unlock the door.
Needless to say, it was quite a scuffle in the end that wound up getting me 'fired'- meaning there's a green light out on my head and I'm pretty much an open target. I'm feared in the villages on the Main isle, welcomed as a rebel on Freet and Iden.
When I fled Other's Isle to get away from their utterly cruel ways of being 'fired', (it tends to include hours of torture and pain- not something I'm looking forward to), I did come upon the Freet. They're a tiny, butterfly-like race that are highly intelligent, but very, very tricky. This is the race from which Realisers are captured.
General description of the Freet:
Males: 9 inches at shoulders, adult (Adolescents vary)
Females: 10 inches at shoulders, adult age (Adolescents tend to be much shorter- they shoot up in height overnight on their 18th birthday)
Coat Colour: Light aligned Freet are diluted colours of all sorts- not excluding the 'Exotics'. This includes your typical 'horse' colours, like buckskin (usually the result of a light father and a dark mother), palomino, chestnut, and cremello. Neutral Freet are colours- - grey, lavender, mint green, et cetera. Those aligned with Dark magic tend to be the darkest of all colours- navy, indigo, violet, black, bay, and gruella, most of the time. There are exceptions to the rule, however ^_^.
Physical Description: Mostly draught, they tend to have beautiful leg feathering and large, swooping wings that send the trees aflutter. They do have a muscular physique, but athletic.
Disposition: Generally calm, they're all tricksters- every one of them. A gift is always given on a promise to do well with it- otherwise you'll have to suffer the consequences of the magic it's been laced with! They tend on the parental side to be excellent- so very much so that those on the Main isle will send their children over to Freet Isle to be raised. Despite this, the mothers of the Freet children are horrible- after just a few weeks, she'll leave her offspring with its father. They only have one or two children in their lifetime- as the gestational period is four years. (I think, at that rate, I'd leave the foals behind, too.) There are very, very few malicious Freet- unless I killed the only one, I've yet to have met another.
Now how, might you ask, do the Freet become full-size Realisers? Well, I'm sure you remember reading the above section about the magic being captured on Other's Isle, correct? Well, following that train of thought, it's relatively simple. After the future Realiser is captured, it is caged for several days- left without food or water until it's too weak to agree or disagree on what's going to occur. The Growth process is painful; but if you're starving and dehydrated, it's difficult to fight back. I've seen it done on younger members of the Freet herds- and am half thankful I was granted leniency on the two hands I'm short. (Average size for a Realiser is 15.2 hands- I'm 13.2hh and painfully aware of it.) This painful process is one of magical stretching- meaning, the victim's body is placed on a magical palatte, strapped down, and stretched for several hours until their body is the correct height and size.
STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION :P
