Athol - Complete Perditus and Sisters Meme

"I posted a snippet of this on my blog not long ago. This meme really was an eye opener as far as character motivation. Ya see, my character Perditus is prone to being a very self-righteous person, caring more about being a hero than actually being virtuous. This meme opened my eyes to a whole new side of him. To a loving and caring brother that only wants to protect his sisters. Perhaps he does try too hard to be a hero, but that's because he feels a responsibility to do so. Click here for a link to the meme in its entirety." -Casey

Winter kept a cold grip on the forest, blanketing the bare limbs of trees in a thick sheet of snow. Leona ran across one of the wooden bridges of the treetop village, knocking snow to the ground far below. She reached the end of the bridge and found the entrance to Perditus’ room blocked by a long thick blanket that hung like curtain above the door.
She pushed it aside so that she could enter the room and then she quickly shut it again. She found her brother standing at the back of the room with a blanket hanging over his shoulders, trying desperately to catch a piece of paper that had been blown out of his grasp when Leona entered. He caught the paper (which turned out to be a map) and quickly threw it onto his writing desk dropping his blanket down over it as he turned to greet his sister.
“Leona! Sister dear,” he exclaimed. “What brings you here? I’d have thought that everyone was gathered around the fireplace by now.”
“They are,” Leona explained. “But you weren’t there. Why are you hiding in your room? Are you and grandfather still arguing?”
“Grandfather and I are not arguing,” Perditus protested. “I would never speak out against him.”
Leona shrugged this off, eager to drop the subject and get back to the task that had brought her through the snow. “I brought something for you,” she said as she reached into her coat pocket.
Perditus walked up to her to find that she was now holding a small red flower that had petals shaped like little hearts. The flower was flattened so it could be assumed that Leona had taken it from her pressed flower collection.
“Thank you, Leona, but why the sudden gift?” he asked. “February fourteenth is hardly a holy day.”
“Ely was upset yesterday because she said winter was cold and dead and no colors were around under all the snow,” Leona reminisced. “So I wanted to give everyone a spring flower so they could remember the colors.”
Perditus turned the little flower by the stem between his thumb and index finger. It was in fact a very bright color, not unlike the bright blue color of his sister’s eyes.
Perditus dropped to his knees suddenly and wrapped his arms around Leona in a tight hug. The girl was surprised, but she of course hugged her brother back in return.
“Brother! Whatever is the matter?” she asked worriedly.
Perditus pulled away from her again, letting out a long breath in short spurts as he held the little flower between them. “This little flower is just like you, Leona,” he explained. “Its color shines all the brighter when the rest of the world is barren of such beauty.”
Leona stared at her brother, confusion emanate on her face. “It’s not supposed to make you sad,” she said.
“I’m not sad,” he assured her. “I just wish the rest of the world could see this beautiful flower.”

Perditus and Leona (C) SuperheroGeek13

Zared - Hydrokinesis

"I had a ground breaking realization about Zared's story not long ago and it got this scene out of me. I've been treating this character as too soft and innocent, when he really has the potential to be quite dangerous and perhaps even villainous.

Anyway, this is a scene where he's been abducted by goblins and has to make his escape or be eaten. I think the scene needs to be extended, but we shall see." -Casey

Zared awoke finding it difficult to breath. His face was being smothered against something tough that smelt of rot and when he tried to pull it off, he found that he was entirely incased in the material. He had been tied up in a sack while he slept.

The horrible throbbing on the back of his head brought back his memory of being attacked by the goblins. He touched his hand to his hair and found that it was caked mud or perhaps blood, he couldn’t tell in the darkness.

Zared decided to slow his breathing again as if he was still unconscious. That helped him to relax his mind and gather up his magic. He reached out with his mind and felt the cool moist air flowing around him for miles in several directions, like the air after days of autumn rain. His head was beginning to cloud so he focused all his magic on his current surroundings. He was on the hard and cold wet floor of a massive structure, taller than the great hall of the palace. Small passages snaked in three different directions, but he couldn’t sense where they would lead. Lastly, there was the warm feeling of something else in the chamber with him, the warmth of living creatures lurking about the room. Zared didn’t dare to reach for their minds, less they discover that he was alive and capable of putting up a fight against them.

He placed his hand against the sack and soaked the water out from it so that is swirled around his fingers. He took his time with the process, allowing the water to flow silently.

A low growl echoed through the chamber and it came from just a few feet before Zared. The young man held his hands to his chest, ready to move at a moment’s notice. The low growl grew into a sort of chortle as it drew closer. The sack he was lying in was yanked forward, scraping his elbow across the jagged surface of the floor. He heard the scrape of something metal and then kicked at it with all his might. In response, there was a loud yelp and Zared shot the water from his hand in a single high pressure stream that cut through the fabric of the sack.

As he ripped the hole open further he was alarmed to find that there was no lighter out in the open than there had been in his snare. He pulled himself to his feet and relied on the dampness of the area to sense his surroundings.

Another growl bellowed to his left before a goblin whacked him on the side of the head with either a rock or its bare fist, Zared couldn’t tell. His ears began ringing and his senses became confused. He lashed out with his magic, making the moist air around him buzz and sting like needles. Hissing and growling echoed around the room as he did this and he ran unsteadily across the floor towards the last passages he could remember before he’d become discombobulated.

He ran headlong into a stone wall, but he merely felt along it until he found the passage he had been seeking. The smooth rock here sloped gently upwards and water was slowly trickling down under his feet. This made it difficult to keep his footing, but he ran on, thankful that the water at least made the path perceptible to him. He heard the snarling of the goblins behind him as he ran. He did his best to widen the stream of water behind him in order to trip the creature on the slick rocks, but he knew goblins could see in the dark and they were probably right on his tail.

His mind raced through every spell that he knew, but none of them seemed viable. If only he could conjure water from thin air the way his brother conjured fire. He reached out for the goblins minds, but that only flooded his mind with violent empathic flashes of anger and hunger. He couldn’t reach far enough through the haze to control them, not with his own mind so jumbled.

A goblin seized him by his hair, sending a fresh wave of pain through his skull. He sent the water on the ground shooting up the monster’s face in a harsh spray and it released him, but the pain at the back of his head remained.

The passage before him was spinning, the water and the rocks blurring into one another before his eyes. That’s when Zared realized that he could see the rocks. There was a faint light coming from up the tunnel around a blind corner. Could the goblins have really been so foolish as to leave him so near the surface?

Zared clung to that belief and it cleared his mind enough for him to cast one final spell. He took command of the water at his feet and the moister in the air, doing his best to arrest every drop of water within his reach. With a loud bust, he sent in all down the tunnel like the white spray of a fierce tidal wave. The force of it knocked him onto the ground, but it also washed the goblins back down to the chamber from which they had come.

He staggered back onto his feet, soaked from head to toe, and continued running up the tunnel. He made it up to the corner and there was indeed a light shining from around it as well as a faint breeze. He staggered up the tunnel and towards the light at a steady pace, no longer able to run. He relinquished his hold on his magic, allowing his body the extra energy it needed to heal. The flow of water beneath his feet was becoming a steady stream now and he had to take care not to slip as he went against the current. He could smell the fresh sent of pine on the breeze now, a comfort after the musty and rotting smell of the cave. The light of the half moon streamed in from the mouth of the tunnel, seeming radiant after being in such complete darkness.

Zared’s boots splashed through more mud than water as he stepped out into the open. A light rain drizzled down through the tree tops to land on his forehead. He’d never been this far up the mountains before. The fresh surroundings almost made him forget the terror of a few moments ago. For a moment he just stood at the mouth of the cave, taking in the rocky hillside and tall pine trees.

Zared and Story (C) SuperheroGeek13

Teen Titans - Do Nothing Day

"I really just need to post these little writing snippets, even if they don't amount to much. This one is my first attempt at writing a Teen Titans fanfic in narrative rather than in script format. We shall see where it goes. I still think that the script format lends itself more to the tone of the TV series." -Casey

Raven raises an eyebrow as she steps into the living room. She glances between Robin, who is typing away furiously on his laptop, and Starfire, who is drumming her fingers sadly across the table.

“Wooh! Try catching up to me now!” Beast Boy shouted.

“You’re gonna pay for that!” Cyborg shouted back.

Raven rolls her eyes at the gamers before turning to Robin. “So, have there been any calls today?” she asked the young detective.

“None! Not even a cat stuck up a tree!” he hissed, typing away in annoyance with the vein on his forehead throbbing.

“And that’s bad?” Raven asked slowly.

“The city’s too quiet,” he replied. “It isn’t natural for any place to be this crime-free. There has to be something behind it!”

Raven stares at him indifferently and then turns around to face Starfire. “Do you know what he’s talking about?” Raven asked her.

“Who is to know?” she huffed. “Perhaps Robin has found something that only he could have found. He is the brilliant detective after all!”

Starfire crosses her arms and turns aside, her eyes blazing and her nostrils flaring with smoke. Raven turns on her heels, trying her best to ignore Starfire’s gruff demeanor. “Okay then,” Raven dismissed. “I’ll be in my room if anyone needs me.”

Raven walks back towards the door, her cape billowing with her brisk pace. Robin looks up from his computer as if just noticing the girl for the first time. “Raven! Wait!” he calls as he jumps over the counter to chase after her. Raven stops just short of the door, turning to face Robin again.

“Have you picked up anything telepathically?” he inquired. “Anything that might account for what’s happening to this city?"
"No," she frowned. "It's been quiet...all day..."

Teen Titans (C) DC Comics, Cartoon Network, and Warner Brothers

Story (C) SuperheroGeek13