Haunting yet inviting, a phantom tune quietly crept into Nagi's mind. Coming from all directions, the music taunted and beckoned as he tossed and turned in bed. Giving in to the temptation, he rose and walked out the door, his black hair still a matted rat's nest, wearing only a stained grey T-shirt and blue plaid boxer shorts. The cold night air tickled and teased to get a reaction, but Nagi continued walking forward, paying no mind to the lonely weather's games. The sound kept flowing from all directions, giving him no clear path to follow, only the vague notion that he must continue moving.
The two of them returned to the group and they weren’t surprised to see that the group was still charged with energy.
I couldn’t remember the first time someone took real notice of my horns. The distrust and hatred they displayed towards me was too much for me to bare. So I ran into the woods to hide. That was my first mistake. The second was trusting others. There was a research facility nearby, and when they caught wind of my being in their woods, they took their shot and hit. I went with them; I wanted to be normal. I didn’t want to be this weird thing that just existed. I was like the gods of the old times, yet it felt so new. Like a disease that sprung alive within me, and there wasn’t anything someone could do. My horns grew so fast, and so heavy they felt like a crown forced upon my head. I felt so angry, but I couldn't change a thing.
A priestess was waiting when Seidy stepped past the glossy black pillar and into the temple itself. She was led through winding corridors and finally into a room. In the little room sat a wood tub full of water and a stone basin full of water and herbs. Her mother and sister both had coached her in what to do as the whole ceremony was performed in silence. Seidy eyed the tub reluctantly, the reason she hadn't washed before heading out this morning. Seidy carefully stripped out of her clothes and stepped into the wood tub, shivering at the cold water.
A knock on her door startled Seidy awake. It was still dark, and even under her blankets, she could tell it was freezing. Of all the times to have a birthday, hers had to be in winter. Grumbling to herself, she blindly shoved her feet into her slippers, and reluctantly left her warm bed, throwing the warm blankets aside to shiver in the cold air.
“Oh my god, this class is going to be the death of me,” Kendra whispered as she and Gwydion ran into class. Late, yet again. “We’re never gonna get everything we need to ace this test.” They quickly and quietly found their seats.
I am destined to be alone for all of eternity. Not as a punishment; I was here long before man, and I will be here long after. Modern mortals call me the grim reaper or death, but those who know me, which are a select few, call me Lorelei. Yes, I’m a girl; most of humanity’s modern artists depict me as some stalky, bony dude. Though it’s not like I have the authority to change them. Although, it is always hilarious seeing the look on spirits face when they take a peek at my modest chest area.
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The Netflix fantasy series The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance, a prequel to Jim Henson's 1982 film The Dark Crystal, has been embraced by many fans of the franchise. However, it has contradicted other Dark Crystal media, thus bringing attention to the question of canon. Below is a history of what the Jim Henson Company has said about the canon, as well as a broad overview of the contradictions (which may contain spoilers).
“Mr. Anderson, if you could follow me.” I waited for Mr. Anderson to get up from the chair, and over to the door before starting off down the hallway. I stopped at my office and gestured to the chair closest to the door.