AURELIA

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Aurelia sped down the dirt path through the colorful forest. Genivieve panted behind her. She grinned and patted her pocket to make sure the invention was still there. She slowed down as she entered the village. She waved to one of the silver dragons with a small smile. Aurelia pulled up to a red roofed cottage with daisies and moonflowers in the front. She walked to the door and knocked, Genivieve sitting at her heels. The door cracked open and a small nose sticked out. It sniffed and the door swung open. The small nose belonged to an opossum with tiny glasses in a white lab coat and yellow rain boots. The opossum dug into its left front pocket, took out a Cypher and switched it on.

"Aurelia, darling! How are you? What about you, Genny?" The opossum's shrill voice burst out in a loud endearing tone.

"Wonderful, Shiri, I got here as fast as I could." Aurelia smiled. Genivieve barked.

"I'm so excited!" She yelped. "When is he coming?" 

"Oh he'll be coming later, but why don't you two come in for a cup of tea, hm?" Shiri squeaked.

"Am I early?" Aurelia joked.

"No, he's late!" Alice chuckled. She peeked behind them as she closed the door. "I've been worried though," she said thoughtfully, "An odd green dragon has been hanging around my house. Flying around and watching everything I do." She sighed. "Have you seen a green dragon before around here?"

Aurelia thought for a moment. "Not recently." She said finally.

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~Celestia~

Celestia lifted her snout to smell the air, hoping to see if Fau was nearby. Then she heard something, and a flash of silvery ice blue and gold pounced onto her. It's them, Celestia thought. Looks like I'll have company after all.

"Celestia!" Fau exclaimed. "What brings you to Morrows?"

"Ah, nothing really, you know," Celestia said calmly. "Just looking for information about a certain someone. Never mind that," she continued. "What have you been up to recently?" 

 @CelineBurning Bright, your charrie is cool! Is Fau apart of the dragon guardians? They fit the bill! 

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~Aurelia~

"Do you know what, I see the green dragon you were talking about earlier outside!" Aurelia looked over at Shiri. "Do you think it's mean?" 

"I would say so, that dragon has red eyes. Plus, You can never trust a stranger, much less a red-eyed creature." Shiri clicked her tongue. "Those creatures are enchanted and evil."

Aurelia sipped her tea nervously and looked out the window from time to time during the idle chatter between Genivieve and Shiri. That green dragon was pacing the grass just a meter or two away from the house. She replayed what Shiri had said. She watched it walk closer to the house and finally fly up above the house in a fast flap of it's wings. She stood up and walked over to the door.

"I'm going to go for a short walk outside. I'll be right back." She said and headed out.

~Celestia~

Celestia smiled. "Looks like you've been up to way more important things than me," she said, amusement in her tone. "I guess I should say a little more about what I'm doing, then. I don't have much of a plan, but I'm looking for more information about Catastrophe. You know, what he's up to."

Celestia paused, thinking whether or not she should ask this, but finally making up her mind. Lowering her voice, she asked, "Do you happen to...know anything about his plans?" 

Man, it's sad that The Powers aren't active right now.  I wish they were though. Maybe we could bring them back to life, ya know? Can you relate? I just was thinking that it would have been cool to see them in action, and to meet Zephyra and all the characters that were all active in 2016-2020. Wouldn't that be cool? Maybe some one could have visions of Zephyra and Blazing Star and such for wisdom? I don't know, just wishing that these characters were still up and running. :T

this took me too long to write :')

also @Genivieve, I agree, those old characters like Zephyra are pretty cool, but while I'd love to bring them back, I'm not sure they're something we can just bring back, out of respect for the older Kyngdomers and the characters and stories they created. Does that make sense? As for the Powers - we'd have to agree with all the current Kyngdomers in order to do something big like that. Maybe you can start a discussion about it on the KYNGDOM Live Chat! thread, and we can all agree on where we want the story to go. But yeah, I'd love for the Powers to be active again but like I said we'd all have to agree on what's going to happen next :) 

um but yeah I'll put Edwin's forms on the Who's Here? thread and I'll post them to this RP thread maybe later. 

-Edwin- 

Edwin’s sword glinted as it slashed through the foliage, snapping the sticks and sending leaves drifting towards the ground. Some small rodent skittered into up into the tree’s boughs as if offended. 

It was too hot. It was summer here in the Morrows, even though the rest of Northwest Kyngdom was experiencing a bitter winter. A mosquito whined in Edwin’s ear, and he swatted it away. The bug only came back more viciously. Sweat had soaked through Edwin's uniform, and his dark hair was sopping. He was covered in mud and bits of plants and dried blood. 

If only Edyta could see me now, he thought darkly as he hacked away at some undergrowth that was in his way. 

The truth was that he really didn’t want Edyta to see him now. His sister already thought she was better than him, and he didn’t need her to know that he was bushwhacking through the Morrows, having run away when the Resistance attacked his outpost, covered in all sorts of grime. 

I’m not a coward, thought Edwin. There was a difference between cowardice and self-preservation, wasn’t there?

Sure, maybe he hadn’t gone back and checked for survivors, but that was only because he was too busy running for his life from the Resistance members who had most likely killed his best friend. 

Or maybe not. Jaki was more than capable. Xe could fend for xemself. Xe’d faced worse than a few members of the ragtag Resistance. 

It was probably fine. 

At least, that’s what Edwin told himself, because the alternative was to give up hope, and Edwin knew better than most people that giving up hope was the same as giving up living. 

And Edwin might not be sure of many things, but he was absolutely positive that he wanted to live. No, needed to. 

What was the point of surviving everything he had if he was just going to give up now? 

No, Edwin was determined to live. So he pushed forward through the hot and humid Morrows, cutting away foliage with his sword, until it became too dark to keep going. He didn’t want to build a fire, because he was afraid the Resistance members who attacked the outpost would see the smoke and come to finish him off. 

(Edwin was afraid of many things, and maybe that was why he was so good at surviving.)

Besides, it was summer here, after all, and the nights couldn’t get too cold. Edwin decided to build a small shelter, making the frame from sticks he found lying about and insulating it with the leaves carpeting the forest floor. He identified some fruits and ate them. He made note of the direction the sun set in, and from there figured out what direction he needed to go. 

And then he fell into a restless, dreamless sleep.

Moon Wolf, I'd love to have an encounter between them! Sounds very fun to write :)

-Edwin-

Edwin awoke with the sun. In the Summer section of the Morrows, the sun shone brightly in the mornings, piercing through the cracks in Edwin’s make-shift shelter. 

Even though he’d been a member of Catastrophe’s army since he was old enough to enlist, he still wasn’t accustomed to waking up early. That was something Jaki had always made fun of him for. 

Jaki.

The thought of xem was like a jolt of electricity through Edwin’s body. He dug the heels of his palms into his eyes and tried to push back the tears that threatened to spill.

He stood up, quickly destroyed his shelter, making it look like no one had ever been there, and then set off. After a few hours of walking in what he was pretty sure was the right direction, the din of voices pierced through the trees. He couldn’t make out the words exactly, but he could tell they weren’t anyone from Catastrophe’s army. He quickly dove into a nearby hedge in an attempt to wait until the voices went away. 

The rustle his hiding place made was not ideal, but hopefully, whoever those voices belonged to would attribute the rustle to nothing more than the wind.

Hopefully.