their final quest | wild things [day 5]

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their final quest | wild things [day 5] Nov 13, 2024 14:18:17 GMT -5

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Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Nov 13, 2024 14:18:17 GMT -5

Even the flower crown that fits snug on her head, cannot cure the glumness of the princess. Strawberry’s smooth glide above her realm cannot flip the frown on her face. The princess is sat rigid on the back of the wyvern, loosely clinging onto the studded collar that is wrapped around her long neck. Of course, the matter of the girl who had a spear driven through her head had to be addressed…but the feast! The wasted feast that is probably being devoured by the blood thirsty rebels who dared to spill blood on her grand floor!

How dare they!

Strawberry flies behind the wyverns of the mage and so-called knight. Mentally, the princess is firing daggers at the pair of them. They can’t see her stern face but its worthy of a competition against Medusa with how deadly she looks.

Just they wait until we land!

If she could figure out how to balance on the back of her mount, her arms would be crossed against her chest and a foot would be stomping. Except she keeps her feet as still as possible, fearing the wyvern will jump up the gears if she kicked her sides. Or maybe that would be a good idea – she’s not quite learnt how to control her mount, but she could try and divert her. The princess is not happy with her so-called friends. So why is she following them?

”Strawberry, land!” The princess tugs at the collar as the peak of a tower bursts through the clouds ahead of them. The ruby red wyvern quickly descends, the princess hopes they drop through the cover of the clouds before the others notice that they’re gone.

But of course, the princess doesn’t always get her way. To much of her dismay!

Just as they touch the ground, the other two wyverns descend. The princess quickly dismounts and marches up a lantern lit pathway. Each step with a very clear stomp. But she will never be able to outrun a knight and a tall lanky wizard.

The princess sighs, huffs and puffs but she finally gives in. She halts and spins around, facing the pair that are stalking her.

”Why would you take me away from my home?” Her back faces the ruined tall structure, one that glistens with a memory that she can’t quite pluck to the front of the brain. ”Your quest was to rescue me, to return me home. Not kidnap me again!” Every word that she speaks doesn’t quite sit with a reality that is fighting in her mind. Even her memories of the room she was just in don’t quite fit together with the scrambled puzzle pieces. There’s no throne in District Six…

Georgie…the princess shakes her head. There’s a crumbled piece of paper poking out of her purse and she pulls it out, pointing it towards her so-called rescuers. Then she sees a glistening metal on the top of the wizard’s head. ”AND you stole the king’s crown?!” The princess exclaims as she pounces at the wizard, waving the paper in his face as it’s the only thing that she can reach. ”WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THE KING?!”

dars.

Georgie attempts to climb the tower.
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their final quest | wild things [day 5] Nov 13, 2024 18:13:45 GMT -5

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Nov 13, 2024 18:13:45 GMT -5

It hurt to see her like this. Hungry, almost, the way her eyes wildly darted about scanning the trees below. Umber couldn't help himself from glancing back at her on Strawberry's back every few seconds. Each time, he was met with the same expression of her lips pressed into a frown, her shoulders stiff and rigid. He turned his gaze back forward with fear in his own eyes. He was not afraid of Georgie, though. He was afraid for her. Umber had thought this curse was bad when it had turned his hand to stone, but whatever it was doing to Georgie was frightening. Even before they'd taken to the skies, each minute she seemed less like herself and closer to...

Madness.

He looked back again a few minutes later and saw that Strawberry was landing. Instantly, a knot formed in his throat and after trying thrice to swallow it, it remained. Something bad would happen. But he couldn't leave her behind. A cut glance to Noah to make sure he was aware, and Umber was bear-hugging one of the brood mother's huge horn and leaning to one side- the only way he'd managed thus far to get her to go where he wanted. A few moments later, she came to a rest. Umber was among the first of the fledglings to ground this time; he was growing used to the process of climbing up and down her massive form. And good thing, too. Georgie was already running away.

"W-wait!" he called after her. He pushed his cloak behind him and quickened pace, following her down the lantern-lit pathway. Finally, she spun around and regarded him. Her pupils looked... strange. Too big, almost, as they sized Umber up.

"Why would you take me away from my home?" The anger was as clear in her voice as it was on her face.

"I-" He could feel that his bottom lip wanted to quiver, but he wouldn't let it.

"Your quest was to rescue me, to return me home. Not kidnap me again!"

She must've meant the throne room. She'd been acting this way ever since they left, now that he considered it. None of it made any sense! Kidnap her? He'd been trying his best to follow her around this hellscape for the past five days! He'd crossed oceans, climbed mountains, tamed winged beasts that came from the sky. He'd learned magic and used it to save them from the unbeatable. And none of it mattered! None of it mattered because she lost her mind in the end anyway, turning to stone in a different way than any of the others he'd seen. It was a smart move on the curse's part, starting with her mind. It was the strongest part of her. And without it-

"AND you stole the king’s crown?!" Suddenly the wounds on his head began to ache again. It felt as if the circlet constricted just the slightest bit. He winced. Georgie stepped in close, shoving paper into his face as she continued to shout and scold him, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THE KING?"

"N-no, G- I- Georgie, I didn't-!" he begged, stepping blindly away from her. He lost his footing and stumbled backward, crashing onto his ass. He cast his gaze down, hoping if he didn't look her in the eye it would deter her.

"I'm sorry," he said, because it was all he could think and because it was true, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean for any of this to happen! I-" He thought back to what Georgie had said when everything first started going wrong. All he wanted was to ride his wyvern and explore, too.

"Let's find this cure, and then I promise we'll... we'll go and find the king together! Okay?" He looked to Noah for help.

[tower climb attempt!]
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their final quest | wild things [day 5] Nov 13, 2024 19:36:45 GMT -5

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Post by Cato on Nov 13, 2024 19:36:45 GMT -5

I'm tired. Every part of my being aches, and all I can look at is my arm that's turned to stone, and I don't understand what's happening. Truth be told, hardly anything makes sense anymore. All I can think of is how slow the world seems to move at the moment, and my brain feels foggy, and nothing is making it lift. Focusing is hard, and even as I sit on Shadowspine, I don't know where I'm going or what we're doing. It's tough. Every little movement makes my body feel like someone is trying to grind my bones together. It's almost like I have a sickness, like a cold, but that doesn't explain why my arm has turned to stone, and why it seems to be spreading.

I pick up everything I gathered from the throne room, and I start looking through it unsure of what to do or where to go from here with it. It's hard to read the words that I see when all I want to do at the moment is fall asleep, yet I feel falling asleep would mean I sleep forever, and I'm not ready to enter an eternal slumber. But I force myself to read the words, to understand it, and try to make sense of it. I loosen my grip on Shadowspine, and I look through my bag, and I see that everything is there, and the words have precise instructions, but what is it for? What will this do? I don't know. It almost feels as though I'm wasting my time.

It doesn't help that I get distracted. My eyes land on the gold ring I gathered from the throne room before fleeing. I don't know what it's for, but it's gold and it looks amazing. It's bigger than any ring I've ever seen before, and maybe that's the purpose of it. Maybe that's why it's here, but I don't really know. I pick it up and look at it seeing different sorts of lines etched into it, although, I don't know if it's my eyes playing tricks on me, or if it's actually there. I place it on my finger, and then I remove it, and then I put it back on. Yeah, I like this. It has style, and my friends at home always joked I needed some, so maybe this is it. After a moment, I shake my head. Focus, Noah. Focus. It's a lot easier said than done.

I blink a few times forcing myself to focus on the task at hand, it doesn't seem easy, but maybe it'll work. Maybe it'll help. I read through the instructions again, and this time, I follow them exactly as they are written. I take my time making sure I follow every single word etched into the paper because it has to be perfect. I don't know the purpose of this, but maybe it'll do something. Maybe it can help me. maybe it can help all of us. Who knows? I sigh as I finish brewing it, and then when everything seems right, I take a breath, and it's then I hear Georgie yelling, and I see Umber landing his Wyvern, and he's calling after her.

I fly Shadowspine lower to the ground, and I do what I can trying to catch up with them, but even then, I don't know if it works. He lands on his ground, and I carry the brew in my hands as I run after them trying to figure out what's happening. I see them arguing, and I see what's happening to Georgie, and I watch silently as Umber tries pleading with her, to get her to understand, but even then, I don't know what I can say to help. I don't know how to make a difference right now. It's hard, and whatever is happening only seems to be getting worse. It doesn't make sense anymore, and my own brain is hurting trying to piece it all together.

Umber looks at me wanting help. "Yeah, we'll find something." I look down at the brew in my hands, and I look at Umber and Georgie. "Umber, I found something that might help. I'm not exactly sure what it is, but maybe it'll do some good. I have enough for two." I look in my hands knowing I'm lying, knowing that there's only enough for one here, but I have to try something, and clearly, Georgie needs it more than I do. "We can use this to maybe help Georgie." I hold up the chalice that's holding the brew in it, and I look at the two of them hoping it's for the best, hoping they take it. Otherwise, I don't know what else to do, and I hate to see what's happened to someone I've started to see as a friend.

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their final quest | wild things [day 5] Nov 14, 2024 15:16:20 GMT -5

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Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Nov 14, 2024 15:16:20 GMT -5

Murderer!

No! A princess cannot be a murderer.

It never happened. It’s not in her memories because the coward kept her eyes closed. Now they’re wide open, staring down at the cowering wizard who has fallen at her feet. She’s never known a wizard to be a wuss before. Tears are usually a part of their potions, not something they harvest from their own cheeks.

’That’s Umber on the floor. At your feet. Hurt and frightened. Because of YOU. That’s YOUR FRIEND.’

The princess screws up her face, fighting with the heavy stone weight of her mind. Every part of her temple is throbbing with a repetitive ache. Like a thunderclap. A medical textbook says it’s a bleed on her brain. The pages of fantasies twisted with her reality say it’s a curse.

Curse. The two boys talk of a curse and a cure.

”What curse?” Of everything that her realm has gone through, they do not need another curse to plague their homes. ’Just like the rose plague but there’s treatment for that now.’

Words catch the frenzied princesses’ eyes, printed on the crumpled paper that she has substituted as a weapon. She unfolds it, ironing out the creases with her palm. It’s filled with instructions and diagrams. Each word looks like it has been written in a hurry. This is nothing like a boring step by step guide, there’s emotion in every detail. ”To those that I have harmed, forgive me.” The princess reads out loud as her eyes dash across the rest.

Georgie extends out her hand to Umber, offering support back to his feet. ”Fine, this is going to be easy to make.”

But as soon as the wizard is on his feet, the knight is already offering his own concoction. The so-called knight in shining armour. Everything was at peace for the princess and wizard duo before he came along. ”It sounds like this was written by the one who made the curse.” The princess unlatches her purse, tucking the now folded paper back into it.

’It’s just like back in Six. The Capitol flooding the District with misery then wheeling in the so-called cure =NERVAlink. Wave the last chance in the faces of those who have ran out of options, of course they’ll jump at it.’

”You’ve been nothing but a curse to us since we met at the Bay! How do I know that isn’t poison?” The princess waves her hand at the knight’s chalice, shaking her head as she rummages through her purse again. There’s a potion tucked in there, labelled with drink me. That seems more trusting than the knight’s chalice. ”I’ll drink my own, thank you!”

’Georgie! How can you not trust Noah? He’s been a friend to you since day one, he’s nothing like the other careers!’

The princesses’ own fist balls up and hits her forehead. ”Oh just shut up!” She uncurls her fist and pulls off the cork from the bottle in her other hand. ”You’ll never be able to defeat the stone knight! You may as well just become one!”

’Georgie bites the tip of her tongue, forcing herself through the stone wall that is being built in her mind. She winces, there’s blood in her mouth and soon the potion seeps to the back of her throat...’

The princess finishes off the potion, letting the bottle slip from her hand and smash on the footway.

It is all too much for little Georgie Cham. What is real and what is not?

She drops to her knees, her ruby red skirt that matches her wyvern and Umber's crown creases. it's stained with dirt now. Memories of every adventure that the trio has been on. Real tears fill her eyes and the once angered face turns to sorrow, the frown curls further on her lips. "I just want to be home. This is not fun anymore."

dars.