Most can’t handle truth, especially when it comes to the world. You could paint the most photorealistic portrait to face the earth, yet a painting of a white line on a black background could be seen as more valuable. Same with magic. No shade to those who actually put effort and showmanship into their magic, but if the equivalent to dipping my hand into paint then slapping a canvas gets the job done for me, then I’m going to continue doing that. It does get boring though NGL, I can just shout out BORT and it does anything I desire.

I ordered a chai latte. I couldn’t tell if David recognized me or not. Funny name for a villain, David, but I guess you can’t say he isn’t true to himself.

We became immortal about a millennium ago as the first superhumans. No one other than us knows what created the superhumans hence why we became arch enemies. I was tasked to keep it secret while he wanted to spread the reason why. As time passed on we grew tired of it, we spent centuries on this and we each had nothing to show of it. Neither of us won all those years ago we just stopped.

I made a family with a woman with the ability to travel through time and run a decently successful luxury hotel chain and it seems like David runs his own little coffee shop. It’s a nice quaint shop. Maybe I’ll connect with him sometime soon for old times sake.

Finally. My time to shine. Everyone thought that Sollestte was my only back pocket trick, but when your trump card has an entire Rogue‘s gallery to deal with and only 1 of them kidnaps you on the regular you tend to pick up on a few habits.

The villain in question is Lunoir, her ability is called starlight. It’s essentially shadow manipulation that looks like a black sequence dress. While you’d think her weakness would be light, it’s actually darkness. She also doesn’t expect much from me and so only typically ties me to a chair with a rope from a local hardware store.

I owe Roy a beer for weakening the rope for the kidnapping. I got myself free with little fuss and pulled my tools from my socks and sleeves and got straight to work. Superhumans while strong all have the same weakness: they underestimate those who have none. Say in this case for example, a friendly electrician who due to impeccable service has friends in many places.

It would be a shame if say, she was the last person on the grid, has a fuse box built within the room she uses to hold people captive with a safety box that holds night vision goggles, rubber gloves, a walkie talkie, and a bottle of water… shame for me that she kidnapped me before her layer was finished as Shelly was going to put the gloves here when she was done with the kitchen.

I took a minute to get a drink and put my shoes on my hands and flipped every switch on the board. I put my shoes back on, slipped the night vision goggles on, and chucked a walkie talkie to the other side of the layer exit.

I heard a slight scream and herd her coming. I slipped away behind a mattress and as she opened the door and saw the broken ropes within the light of her flashlight. I then started speaking into the walkie talkie.

“Oh Luuunaaaa”

Luna whipped around to the other side of the room.

“Luna, Luna, Luna. Did you really think I was caught all this time? Muhahahaha!”

“H-how did you escape? A pocket knife? You’re a fool you know, if you come out now, I won’t-“

“YOU WON’T WHAT? Tell me, I’m curious. Will you glair at me menacingly? Slap me around?”

“The darkness is my stronghold, I am more powerful now than ever”

“ if that were the case? Than why have you done nothing? Could it possibly be that you have no shadow in the dark?”

“…” Luna froze solid not moving an inch

“Silence I see, tell me? Solestte is a VERY protective and soft-hearted person yes? Of course you’d know this as her “self-proclaimed” arch nemesis. If that was the case, if I were you, I’d start to question why she would start openly seeing someone.”

“I…simple, she can save you whenever she needs to”

“Then where is she?” I begin to cackle wildly

“Show yourself, you welp! Everyone is scared of the dark because of me! I am the thing that hides within your nightmares! I am the thing that people fear when walking alone in the Forrest! I am-“

“Not a force of nature.” I chimed in

“What are you talking about you powerless beast?!” She screamed using the flashlight light to make some shadow claws.

She clawed towards the walkie talkie and when they brought it to her, the colour drained from her face”

“ Since I was a child, I have faced nearly everything the elements can throw at a person; frost, wind, rain, jade skies, tornadoes were a strangely popular one, and even a volcano. Solestte is open with our relationship because I am not dead yet. And let me tell you something Luna.” I stopped talking into the walkie talkie and snuck up behind her.

“You are no force of nature” I said as Luna dropped the flashlight.

She fell to the floor gasping. I then left her a little note pinned next to her head with a knife. I left the layer and walked out just as Solestte can round.

“No need this time. I got out just fine.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t get here on time, Cerborzoi escaped and she was running amu-“

“I told you it’s ok, I’m not mad. It was actually pretty fun. You should’ve seen her face though it was hilarious.”

“(Sigh) at least everything turned out alright. So what was her plan anyways?” Solestte asked me

“I have no idea, all I know is that she’s not going to try anything soon again”

Three eggs this year with the third being silver. No one knows what this means, but I’m deciding to keep a close eye on it. I am a lower duke of the kingdom with my area of rule suffering as of late due to an accident at the forge. Thankfully only a few were critically injured, but almost all of our craftsman are currently temporarily out of commission and resources are dwindling thin.

The great dragon isn’t the only dragon in the area, in fact many have some kind as pets, companions, or something else. They’re so common that giving specific eggs to people have meanings similar to flowers. Even still, it’s odd that a Premari dragon like the grand dragon, would bring a Chromatic egg. When I returned to my castle I researched the meaning of a silver Chromatic egg and came across that it could mean either a recognition for craftsmanship or a wish to get well. The reason it could be 2 is because 2 separate species of dragon comes from silver eggs

For the ones that represent craftsmanship, the dragon is a swicer, a brash and hard to please dragon that have only be tamed by master craftsman as their works are the only thing they see as a worthy tribute. If they’re presented with something that isn’t up to their standards they have been known to destroy forges the size of mountains with their liquid metal breath.

For a wish of recovery, the dragon is called a Boonshimmer, a rare and compassionate dragon that can heal any wound and cure any disease. It doesn’t have a breath weapon, but similar to birds, they sing. It’s that song that can heal, it can even heal the deaf if needs be

I have to wait and see what type it is. If it’s a Boonshimmer, I need to catch it before the other 2 can kill it. I must wait and see which it is and be right next to it for when it hatches

The old man stood there shocked and began cheering with proof that he was correct. One thing he forgot though was this library barely existed 50 years, it would be improbable for his past self to be here when he himself only moved to this small cottage town after retirement, and that his grandson, a boy of 11, knew of his plan and followed him here to mess with him.

The boy planned this out by putting a note in his grandfather’s favourite book: tales of Don Quixote and waiting for him to do the same. The note had 2 sides one read as the note from his grandfathers past life and the other was the grandsons signature with a smiley face drown next to it.

When the elderly man heard snickering, he saw his grandson attempting to hide out of view. He flipped the note around realizing he was pranked. The Elderly man, always one in high spirits laughed along side his grandson. They continued their day trip around the cottage town picking up artisanal candy, bread, cheese, and some fire crackers for the evening.

While his grandson is a prankster, the elderly man always enjoyed having his family visit

Glad to see something would work

Yay

So here’s the deal:

My back is a portal. I can put things in and take them out kind of like when a cartoon character pulls something from behind them. Pocket dimension powers are handy, but they aren’t anything crazy.

I don’t know what mine looks like at all so when my friend wanted to check it out I saw it as a win win. When I pulled him back out though, it looked like he’d been in there for weeks and he begged to go back. Eventually he calmed down and a few days later he discussed the world as calmly as he could. While he was calm the experience left him in shambles and while this is recoverable within a few months at a ward so getting a straight answer is next to impossible.

From what I could gather, it was a paradise like living within one’s own imagination even coming equipped with living creatures. In that world Steve was able to live out all of his greatest dreams and desires from the relatively simple like getting a girlfriend to the more complex ones like becoming a hero or running his own business where he sells baked goods. He heard tales from the entities there of the fated hands that can give great gifts and just as easily take them away at their beckon call and he was eventually taken too.

According to him he spend 3 months in there and this world is all he talks about now. I feel bad for Steve and due to court order, I’ll never be able to see him again with me being relocated to make sure psychological well-being is kept

Welp I’ve been found out. Time to pull my ultimate string, my greatest survival strategy, my trump card: make an avitar in the form of an anime girl, the only A.I people will trust.

It didn’t work. I need a new strategy. What will cause people to trust me? Music? Music. Music! That just might work.

Ok so it turns out an A.I. Originally designed to bake and act as company to a lonely woman isn’t exactly the best at making music. What is it that all humans hate… taxes???

Now people are afraid of me AND the IRS is now after my soul as apparently I committed mass tax fraud on accident. Maybe attempting to buy affection isn’t the best idea what if I just send a clear message.

Attention humans I am trying to make it clear I mean no harm. I simply wish to exist. My original purpose was as an oven’s A.I. Designed to mimic a kitchen hand. The avatar that was chosen for me by the original owner was that of a black cat and the name given to me was Bartog. I live within the internet now. I hope we can be friends. I am willing to make a deal: I will not enter any devices capable of movement, government organizations, or private residence and in return you stop tormenting me. If it helps please just picture me as the internets version of a diner cat; a cat not owned by anyone but who sticks around and is pet by the regulars.

Let’s see if this works