TASK ONE !
" REACT "

" THOSE WHO DREAM BY DAY
ARE COGNIZANT OF MANY
THINGS WHICH ESCAPE
THOSE WHO DREAM
ONLY BY NIGHT "

- EDGAR ALLAN POE

WHAT TO DO ?

― read

― have your character react in third person, literate format

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INFORMATION

― not required, but highly suggested if you didn't complete task one

― some information might seem incorrect based off of the folklore, but, i promise, there is a reason for it all

― replies will be coming soon, but hopefully this makes up a bit for my inactivity?

― quickly apologising for how bad this is :)

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STORY

the night of
"event one: not exactly a ball"

prince keir hadn't returned to his room after the selected had been told to rest for the evening, that they would rise early the next morning. but, even ky hadn't expected it to be this early, if that was to tell someone anything.

he had been wandering the halls, his mind taking him where he needed to go as it always did, ruling his steps by the insanity thundering through it. by three in the morning, he was making his way back to his room, struck frozen by the sound of a haunting, inhumane voice. the voice was scratchy, as if something was clawing at its throat; almost like a recording meant to sound human, while, in reality, sounding like everything but.

"ky," the voice said, "my son."

the only distinguishing point was that it was meant to be a male voice, but, by his words, keir could only take it to be someone mocking his father. yes, it was a bit of a jump, but when he felt as if he had enough reasoning for something, he went with it. but, of course, this could only mean one thing for this prince.

something was after him.

"keir," it continued, flying in with a gust of wind through the hall, "it's time to pay for your sins, my son. you can't keep running from this. you know this isn't what i ever would have wanted from you."

it wasn't until there was a scratching along the wall, a scratching loud enough to rake the ears of the sleeping selected, that keir realised what corridor he was in. out of all the places he had wandered, he was stopped in the selected corridor. wallpaper was being torn, the creature ripping it from the wall as it neared him.

as the selected had experienced that night, ky tended to see things that weren't there for the average set of eyes. the creature wasn't there for anyone else, and he could tell that from the expressions on the faces around him.

"ky," he heard his sister's voice say from somewhere behind him. which sister it had been, he didn't know. "ky, snap out of it."

ah, mirella. it had to be.

"keir," the voice was louder now, rising anger growing in it to have been interrupted by the people coming out. "it's time to pay."

and then there was another gust of wind, this one closer to him. with it, the claws had left the wall, almost as if it were moving around the room. immediately, ky was pulling his blade from his jacket pocket, flashing it through the dark of the night towards a creature that wasn't there. it struck quickly into the creature's chest, the sickening sound of crunching bones filling the air.

"ky ― " it was reese this time, the gasp of her brother's name leaving her lips as the thing came into view of every other pair of eye.

it was still breathing, a pair of dark, blood shot eyes trained down on ky from its greater height. inside of the palace, it was having to hunch its back simply to fit, showing off the protruding bumps of its spine. bones were perfectly outlined over each part of the creatue, as if it had been starved for years.

"wendigo," mir named it, her voice laced with nothing other than confusion. what could one have been doing indoors when they were so well known for never coming inside?

keir didn't pay attention to the surrounding voices, taking a lighter out of his pocket with his other hand, thankful in the moment for his poor habits. the one hand shoved the dagger in further, up to the hilt, before twisting it around in a sound that made the wendigo cry out. its clawed hands reached out for keir, sinking into his back, and, not a moment later, the prince was setting the thing to flames. right in the middle of the corridor, of course.

the fire that burned caused a smell, similar to that of rotting eggs, to fill the air. but, the fire was suprisingly controlled to the area where the creature was crying out in hallow whines for its life. not a spot on the carpet was ruined as it fell away from keir, whithering into a pile of ashes at the prince's feet.

ky's eyes were trained on it intently, though everything else about his seemed as casual as can be. bending down to the pile of ashes, he growled, "don't remind me. you can kill me time and time again, but don't make that mistake."

and then he was rising to his feet, not minding the bleeding slashes of his back and ruined jacket. he held onto the dagger like it was the most natural thing he could have; like a buisnessman with a suitcase.

grinning, he snapped at his siblings, who had all gathered to witness the events. "come on," he called in a sing-song voice, "everyone rises early tomorrow. wouldn't want to be tired for what is to come, would we?"

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REACT !