Ihitrris~

BOOM! A huge crash jolted me out of my trance. I had been amusing myself by confusing mortals - bringing back their past selves and letting them "accidentally" run into their future selves. It was funny for a while, watching their astonished expressions, but after a while I got bored and considered going back in time to one of Lumion's parties. That is, until the explosion.

I quickly looked up from my seeing orb and saw that Evdione (sorry if I spelled that wrong) was surprised by it too. "What happened?" I asked her. "I don't know," she replied looking slightly worried. Sighing, I picked up my bow and turned the knob at the front, half a turn, anti-clockwise. The gears all over the bow turned smoothly, and I was transported back to five minutes ago. Then I pushed the knob down, and time froze. Calmy, I walked past my past (frozen) self, who was busy annoying mortals, and to the temple. With another push of the knob, time was back to it's normal speed. Crouching down, I waited for something to happen. Out of nowhere, a creature appeared. I didn't know what it was, but I could tell it was Dark. It seemed to be a tangible shadow, an evil, hunched over creature with fangs. It tore through the throne room, ravaging everything and destroying the room, seeming to be looking for something. Quickly, I froze time again, but it seemed not to affect the creature. I drew back my bow and shot an arrow at it, but the arrow turned to dust when it made contact. Then the explosion happened, and I was thrown backward. When I looked up, the creature was gone.

Armani~ I sigh. I am bored. I mean I could probably make lots to of people afraid beyond there minds, but I have earned a reputation for being very responsible. I look over at the other few gods and goddesses in the room and sigh again trying to get their attention. Then I hear a large noise, everyone looks around, some of them get up. Fear rushes through me. I won't move. What  ifs are running through my head. I close my eyes and hear more noise. I hear a loud crash and open my eyes. Whatever is happening isn't good. 

Fylena's sacred bird is a meadowlark, and her sacred plant is a buttercup.

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Fylena: A day like this can make even me a little bored.

Can't visit the mortals (because the mortals are all confused), can't run around (I'm supposed to act more ladylike),  I can't even tell jokes (everyone's too gloomy to laugh at any of them). I'm tempted to dangle upside-down on my throne, because that would be so much more fun, but then Emarilla's words echo in my mind: "You are a goddess. The people look to you to rule. You must be more mature for them." I sigh and think of rhymes to amuse myself: Emarilla the chinchilla lives in a villa, the cherry berry rolls into the dairy, I looked at a book in my look-book knook...I start to smile as I think of a few more.

My rhymes are coming to me faster know, and becoming more clever, too, when a large crash interrupts my rhyming. I quickly look up and see nothing but debris, but something's gnawing at me. Some dark, empty feeling. I brush it off, until it gets stronger and stronger and I scream in pain. The dark pain recedes and I immediately start to feel warmer and happier, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I straighten up and keep breathing deeply, a single thought going around my mind: What was that? 

I like the direction this is going... So could the creature be part of the Kino Army, whose goal is to overthrow the Gods and take over by stealing the Orb of Dominance?

Hey Admins, I want to make a video reading thing of this RP, is that okay? 

 That’s fine. But keep in mind that we’re unable to post video or links on the Chatterbox. ~Admins

Lumion~

I stand in a sunny meadow in my homeland Luminelle, admiring my reflection in a clear pool. Pretty nymphs and merry Asterilles, men with wings as well as arms and legs like a stag, prance around preparing for a new feast.

Today has been very enjoyable so far. Though I know Father Aionos disapproves of me staying away from the Valley of the Gods for so long, I haven't been there for at least a week-- it is so dull. Some days I wander around the earth, bequeathing the gift of poetry to both the foolish and the wise, and some days I simply stay in my homerealm, preparing feasts and parties for my followers, and any gods who have nothing better to do.

Suddenly, a message flashes through my mind. Come to the Valley at once. It is my father's voice. I know it must be urgent, for usually Aionos uses a messanger of some sort if he must contact me. Though usually "urgent" matters turn out to be something like Fylena ripping her robe or Selwyn finding the answer to a riddle she's been working on for days.

Unwilling to leave the preparations but always the obediant son, I casually thrust out my hand. The nymph straightening my hair covers her eyes with her arm, and all of the other nymphs and Asterilles look away, for the ray of light bursting forth from my palm is as blinding as the sun.

I gracefully swipe my hand in an arc, cutting out a doorway visible only to me and anyone touching me.

"Come," I say to my attendants. They grab ahold to various parts of my tunic, and I stroll through the arch into the Valley of the Gods. All of the others are standing around in a huddle, with grim looks on their faces. Some of the younger goddesses seem close to tears. Many hold weapons. My father, the only one seated, has his head bowed in his lap like an old man. For the first time, I start to doubt the triviality of the matter. My stride quickens, losing its carefree swagger. Something horrible must have happened.