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 The Truth About War, Tag- Leora
☽ E. ASTER BUNNYMUND
 Posted: Aug 18 2016, 09:37 AM
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N/A • Pooka • Hope • Bunnymund's Warren


Bunnymund's Warren - October 2023

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After escaping the boogeyman so narrowly- Bunnymund was quite sure he had many things to say and explain to Leora. He understood- he really did… the desire to do your best especially in the face of darkness. To be a Guardian and to stand up for everything you believed in to make the future well… brighter.

But there was another responsibility of Guardians and it was something that the Pooka did his best to impress upon newer Guardians- similar to what he tried to impress on Jack Frost as well. That sometimes it was ok to not engage- to wait and not fight because by rushing into a situation carelessly- you’d endanger not only yourself- but others.

Especially for newer Guardians unaware of the full history of the war and what had occurred eons ago- it could be something… unfamiliar. It was easy to see the war as good vs evil. As one extreme or another. But the Pooka knew better… he knew that at the very heart what should be striven for was not a world of perfection and only light- but a world of balance. It was something the Pooka Brotherhood had impressed on Aster- and even after the deaths of his family the rest of the Pooka, he did not wish for that message to be twisted.

It could be a hard situation and concept to grasp but he fully intended to tell Leora just exactly why it was important to be wary of such situations. Wary of rushing in, wary of assuming. Still he did not know many Guardians who would attempt to take on Pitch Black on their own. There was something admirable about that… he would give her that. But the danger outweighed the pros easily. Holding Leora close to him as he navigated his tunnels it wasn’t before long that they ended up in the Warren.

The soft light of early evening was welcome after that brush of darkness… the pair landed amongst the soft grass and Bunnymund picked Leora up, carrying her to a relatively sheltered place amongst the soft moss covered rocks. She was surpringly light in weight, and he was almost taken off guard by just how little she weighed.

The air was laden with the soothing sweet scents of freshly blossomed flowers, and it was relatively quiet save for the sound of flowing water and a gentle breeze. Well... that and the heavy breathing that came with adrenaline packed activities. Setting the light Guardian down, Bunnymund tapped his feet three times summoning some first aid items.

“Don’t think ya aren’t in trouble, Leora. But we ought to get you patched up first.” He said. He didn’t appear angry- no if anything there was maybe frustration and disappointment at the very worst in those green eyes. That and concern. She really had him worried. He set to work inspecting the wound; glad to see it wasn’t tainted with the nightmare sand’s magic.

“Let’s just take some deep breaths, and try to calm down a’bit before we talk, ay?” he said quietly. His voice was soothing as he tried to make sure she felt safe. After being in such a dangerous situation- he wouldn’t be surprised if she was shaken up.




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 Posted: Aug 22 2016, 08:18 AM
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Sliding through the tunnels, the only light that was emitted was the gentle glow of the small sprite who, at the moment, had fallen into an eerily quiet stupor. Her gaze was wide, almost frozen in time from trying to register the events that just occurred.
She'd run her mouth at the Nightmare King, the absolute worst person to sass, with a blabbermouth such as hers.
Every poison-laced retort he had sent back at her, smoothly and without qualms, boomed across her mind involuntarily. It bit at her own responses, which in her eyes... perfectly decent arguments. She had stood her ground, yet look where that had gotten her.

But Pitch Black, the very malevolent being the Guardians fought against. He couldn't be right, that would be the absolute...it would be wrong! Why would they fight against him if he was right?

And then he had trapped her in that... in that...

The small sprite squeezed her eyes shut, hugging her legs close to her chest as the duo slid down the dimly lit tunnels within the earth. It had been cold, way too cold than she was used too. But now...The sudden realization that she wasn't alone currently, that she hadn't been saved by no one struck her right in that moment.
The little Guardian's face burned with embarrassment, hands moving to clutch at her face. Oh how pathetic she looked! Leora held back tears in that very moment...to seem like a useless little Guardian in front of one of her idols. The Easter Bunny, for pete's sake!

Beginning to wallow in her embarrassed, and definitely terrified misery, the sudden appearance of gentle light brushing her face, the air warm and welcoming, the spirit let her hands fall from her face. A look of awe sparked in her eyes as Leora took in the sights of the Warren.
It was like Springtime, which Leora considered that descriptor positively fair. The soft emeralds of the setting, along with the floral scent that gently pricked at her nose, allowed her shoulders to relax in the calming atmosphere.

Leora would have been excited, positively so, for being able to visit here. It was one of her dreams, really. Yet this was not the reason for how she wanted to end up here.

Bunnymund picking her up easily nearly startled her, and at the sudden quiet interaction did it send Leora back into her sheepish shell like a little crab.
Once he had picked her up, it had jostled her leg gently, causing her wounded calf to brush against her other one. Wincing, a little peep of pain escaped her before she quieted herself up. Head ducking as he moved her over to sheltered place by the moss covered rocks, she settled upon the ground quietly as he set her down.

Watching as Bunnymund summoned the medical supplies, her gaze trailed down to the bleeding wound upon her leg. It was quite gnarly, although she assumed she could have gotten much worse. The tendril had grazed it pretty deeply, and many lines of red scarlet laced down her leg from the laceration.
Looking up quickly at his sudden words, a flinch shook the girl as he reminded her she was still in trouble. Although he didn't sound angry, the small girl could only dream of how... pathetic she looked! Ducking her head, Leora realized in that moment that...she felt pathetic. Or well, scared.

Terrified, she'd just escaped the Nightmare King barely. Frightened, others had gotten much worse. Afraid, she was a Guardian. Which in her eyes was blasphemy, Guardian's weren't supposed to be scared.

Yet as little lines of glistening wet began to trail down the porcelain of her cheek, the sprite's shoulders began to quake in the aftershock of fear.

It was so dark, she had nearly gone out. Bunnymund's soothing words reached her, and with a nod of her head, the small sprite began to scrub at her cheeks with the palms of her hands to clear away the tears, chest heaving at the attempt for deep breathing.
At the rub of her right palm against her cheek, another wince shook the girl, and she drew her hand back to see the sight of blood pooling in her hand.

Oh. Was the only thought that echoed across her mind, that had been the hand she had pulled from the sand. A thin slice drew across the delicate skin of her palm, and blood now smeared across her cheek from the touch of her hand.
The small limb began to tremble, she'd never liked the sight of blood, and the spirit of light looked up at the older Guardian with widened eyes, tears brimming the shocked hues.

"I m-messed up, d-didn't I?" Came her quivering voice, soft spoken and gripped by panic building in her throat.

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☽ E. ASTER BUNNYMUND
 Posted: Oct 18 2016, 09:50 PM
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Leora was in bad shape... not as bad as she could've been... no... but she wasn't in the best state and that much was clear to the elder Guardian. And it wasn't just physically...

It was likely that now Leora was beginning to come to terms with what had just happened. And it was going to be a lot to take in, luckily- Aster planned to be there for all of it if he could. No use in treating physical wounds and ignoring the shock and fear that had likely begun to plant itself in her.

She really was shaken up. It was crystal clear to Bunnymund. She had been wiping tears from her eyes but was unaware of a cut spreading blood until she pulled her hand back. There was quiet for a moment, as she took in the sight. But then she finally addressed the Pooka.

Her voice was quivering... soft... scared. But he also couldn't lie.

"Well... 's not the best of situations, but certainly one of the best case results." He gave her a small smile, "You'll be alright...let me bandage that up..." He held out a paw for her hand so he could begin to bandage it up.

Once that was done... and once her leg was bandaged Bunnymund went to wash his hands in the river's water. He wanted to give Leora some time to breathe. Some time to come to terms with some things... he also made himself busy making a cup of hot chocolate for the small Guardian.

Coming back, he handed the warm mug to her and waited for her to get situated before starting.

"...So.... I'm pretty sure none o'this talk will be pleasant... but I do think it is important that we have this discussion... Leora, what were you thinking?"



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 Posted: Oct 31 2016, 05:02 AM
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The spirit of light thought she could face him and not quiver with fear. She was stronger than that, she needed to be stronger than that. Her light could protect her if things went awry...although, that seemed not be the case at all.

How weak of her, her inner conscious snarled at her with disappointment, proving herself a weak fool in front of one of her idols for pete's sake! What would they think of her now? Unwinding as she aches with pain and cries because she's...scared.

It could've been worse, that was what she draws from the elder Guardian's words. And she believed them, it definitely could have been. He could have...killed her, snuffed out her light with a simple flick of his wrist.

The little sprite held out her hand obediently, small sniffles beginning to her escape her, along with the occasional hiccup. The hiccups were merely the calm before the storm of the waterworks began, so the Guardian quickly made to bottle up the tears once more before she completely lost it.

"Thank you." Her voice wobbled slightly, but she put on a brave face as he finished up bandaging her leg. Foolish, foolish, foolish. Weak.

Her shoulders shake as he leaves her, the Guardian drawing her legs to her chest while wrapping her arms around them. Leora doesn't make a peep, beside the occasional sniffle or hiccup that she quickly stifles.

Something else burned within the girl. A rather unexpected emotion of anger. Anger at herself, for not being able to hold her own against the Nightmare King. Anger at his words...how he had talked down to her as if she was a child! She is 300 years grown...she...she knew what she was talking about.

As the elder Guardian returned, this time with a mug of hot chocolate for her, she accepts it quietly with a small nod of thanks. By then her eyes are red and puffy, but the tears have stopped flowing. Instead of drinking, she merely rests her nose on the edge of the rim, letting the steam gently float up onto her face. It makes her feel better.

Leora's quiet at his words, merely looking forward with her light flickering warily. The sprite flinches at his question, what was she thinking?

What was she thinking?

Bringing the rim back from her face, she cradles the mug against her chest, with her legs helping hold it in place.
"I...I wanted to be brave and courageous like the others and..." Her voice is small, but doesn't wobble as much anymore. Leora sniffles once, before she looks up at Bunnymund with a worried look. "I didn't mean to run into him...I...I was just following the activity of Nightmare's in the area and...he-...he just made me so mad."

"The...the other's have faced him too, haven't they?" Referencing the events that transpired in 2012, along with the other encounters fellow Guardian's might have had. Chewing on her bottom lip for a moment, her toes curl into the grass. "And he was saying all these things that I...it wasn't right!"

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 Posted: Nov 20 2016, 01:44 AM
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Frankly, Aster should’ve expected what was to come. Leora was a bright, new addition to the Guardians… like so many of the others. And goodness... were there others.

While he had had his doubts of what this could mean for the Guardians, he knew that with Pitch recruiting more, and more… there was no longer time to be picky. Before there were a handful, but now... now there were more Guardians- just like there were more Anti-Guardians. And as long as the person was willing to take and live by the oath that is all that mattered. If Manny was willing to let the doors be opened, then Bunnymund would accept it- even if it was the groundhog.

However... there was no ignoring the other effect of just opening the doors like this meant. Just like how Jack was reckless and irresponsible, there were other new Guardians who were similar. It was easy... to assume that there was no grey in a war- and in some cases there weren't but for the most part...there was always grey. Especially in this war.

And her answer only confirmed his suspicions... she wanted to be brave and courages... like the "others". Well...it was better for her to have this talk now than at a later time... especially since how close they came to losing her tonight.

"Ye, we faced him... I am sure you heard about the attack in 2012... But lemme tell ya, it wasn't so cut and dry. Sure- we won. But what most miss is the fact that we barely won. All of us combined was what defeated Pitch and even then it took a lot of us, and a lot of belief. Pitch isn't an enemy anyone can take by themselves..." He sighed, looking at Leora, he was concerned and that much would be clear.

"What was he saying? Why not start there, eh? And sometimes we stumble on things- I dont believe you were looking for trouble at all..."

If she looked at Aster, it would be clear he meant it. He wanted her to relax and feel a bit more secure. They were safe- even if it had been a scary thing.



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 Posted: Dec 17 2016, 11:01 AM
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Being a Guardian didn't come easy to the spirit, as silly as that sounded. Beforehand, she had always watched over her charges as they slept, simply taking into the fact that hey, since she was awake, might as well watch over those who were easily very vulnerable as they slept.

The children were her main priority now, and she had a job to do. As confusing as that job may be, as it had so many little rules and details. People saw her, but only if they believed in her, or what she represented. She must always put the children first, and protect the faith in the little ones.

Protect the faith, that meant defending what she put her faith in at all costs! That's what it meant, right?

Leora wanted to shrink, to shrink so much that she would disintegrate into dust and scatter to the wind. She'd messed up big time, there was no fixing this. No do-over.

Raising the hot chocolate to her mouth as she listened to Bunnymund speak about the events of 2012, a bit of giddiness appeared within her, despite the despair the small girl felt at the current moment. Taking a tiny sip from the mug, she lowered it back down and simply cradled it near her chest, while her glow flickered quietly.

Leora had heard all about it, the Big Five taking on Pitch Black. An amazing fight that came down to restoring the belief of children, which aided in them taking him down.

But barely. Those words were not lost on the sprite, and her eyebrows scrunching a tiny bit. Not in an annoyed look, but worriedly. She thought they'd won that fight single handedly, a winning side from the start.

"I...I know..." The sprite said in response to his first words about the event, and her eyes quickly trailed down to the contents of her mug, while her light slowly dimmed in response. "I didn't want to fight, not at first. I was only taking care of the Nightmares around the area."

By then, the sniffling had come to a close and the puffiness of her eyes had begun to reduce a bit. The guilt never disappeared however, yet it seemed to ebb a tiny bit as he asked her about what Pitch said. It made her blood boil, even now!
"He...he said that fear was good, and that it was necessary and...-" Bottom lip beginning to tremble a bit as her eyebrows scrunched with anger, the spirit clenched the cup in her hands slightly tighter. "He said I put my faith blindly in Man on the Moon, and that if there was no fear in the world then...then everyone would just end up dying." Setting the cup down on a little rock by her side, the small sprite wove her hands through her hair, gently holding her head.

"That's not right, it can't be right." Her voice sounded strained, confused beyond belief as to why she would believe such a thing. "He can't be right, that's why we fight against him, yes? Fear is bad and-...fear can-..." Leora's voice died off soon afterwards, her light flickering erratically across her skin. She wasn't in trouble for what she said, right?

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 Posted: Dec 18 2016, 10:03 AM
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Bunnymund was careful to watch Leora and her reactions. He knew she was probably feeling guilty about everything and the last thing he wanted to do was to bury her in that guilt. He watched her carefully as he told her of what happened in 2012 as he expected it was a side of the story that not too many people heard- or at the very least a side that many people did not want to admit existed.

He relaxed slightly upon learning that despite what had happened it wasn't a fight that Leora had been looking for. He watched her as she seemed to get worked up. He could understand getting irritated by Pitch Black's word. The Nightmare King had a way of getting people riled up- and it was no surprise to the Pooka either. Being able to see and take advantage of fear meant that he was able to pinpoint exactly what would get someone riled up.

Aster opened his mouth to say something in response to what Pitch had told Leora, about how without fear everyone would die- in his opinion a bit... over-dramatic but still with roots in the truth. However- Leora continued on, asking questions, her voice strained with confusion as she looked to him for direction and knowledge. Her words faltered as she became unsure about what she was asking, almost as if she was afraid of what the older Guardian would say. He put up a paw to help calm her down.

"Slow down there," He said softly, "...I guess there're some things us older Guardians could do better... but let's talk about that- since I think that is the thing that caused the most conflict, ay?"

He waited for her to situate herself, trying to figure out how best to break it to her. It was so easy to see the world as two pieces- light and dark. That darkness was bad and light was good and that one or the other needed to triumph for there to be peace. But that wasn't the case... no... Aster had seen what that quest had done so long ago.

Maybe that is how he should start it.

"You know, Leora," He began, "You aren't the first person to think that. That fear is bad, darkness is bad. A world without it is a world for the better- ay? I can tell you a story though... about people who thought the very same thing. Many, many years ago- if you want." He got up and went to get some tea for himself,

"It's a long story... what d'ya say? Want to listen to an old timer's tale?"



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 Posted: Dec 19 2016, 10:49 AM
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If there was one thing that the small Guardian hated the most, it was feeling like a naive little thing who didn't know anything. That was how she felt, how doubtful the shadow man had made her feel!
She could feel herself getting worked up, the light that exuded from her flickering erratically, going from bright to dim and back again in a matter of seconds.

The light sprite might've started crying again, her cheeks flushed a bright pink, had it not been for Bunnymund speaking next with gentle words. Her shoulders sagged gently, and a small nod moved her head once more while her hands moved to detangle from gripping her hair so roughly.

Leora didn't get it, the two sides of the war were supposed to be so simple, right? Although...she did know not all Antis were necessarily bad people, she always wanted to see the good in everyone. The cause they supported was bad, fear was bad. Cut and dry! But...

She wanted to get it. To be wise like the elder Guardians, they would've been so composed in her situation! Did they see more sides to this war? Her gaze wandered back over to Bunnymund from looking at the ground, her interest suddenly piqued at what he had to say next.

A story? Eyebrows scrunching in something of a worried and confused look, she eventually nodded, finally finding her voice once more to speak.
"Yes...yes, I would." While she spoke with a quiet tone, she scooted forward an inch with a now eager gaze, her arms coming to wrap around her knees once more. A story sounded nice.

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 Posted: Feb 3 2017, 02:23 PM
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Bunnymund smirked just a tad as Leora spoke. Of course her curiosity would’ve been piqued, and he was sure a story was preferable to a lecture any day (even if telling stories got sort of lecture-y at times). The light Guardian quietly scooted forward with a slight wide-eyed eagerness in her features that caused Aster to chuckle.

“Right then,” He said picking up his now fresh cup of hot tea. As he passed by a shelf he pulled a rather thick bound book with a brown and gold cover. Green leaves curled around it in decorative patterns, and yet there was no title to be found on this book- after all, it didn’t really need one.

Settling himself down comfortably, Bunnymund took out a pair of reading glasses, “Don’t be telling Jack Frost I use these, he’d never let me live it down.” He said with a chuckle as he put them on and opened the book placing it between him and Leora. However, strangely enough… the pages were blank.

“Right then, so this story is from a long, long time ago- before this planet even existed.”

The pages of the book shimmered, showing the stars glittering amongst the black sky.

“Not like there weren’t other places back then…. See Leora, the universe was and to an extent still is full of life- o’all shapes and kinds. And way back then… the Universe had entered a time of great prosperity and wealth. They called it ‘The Golden Age’.”

The stars seemed to get closer and soon, a flood of images began to flow out amongst the pages; maps of the constellations and moving pictures of all sorts of places that one by one began to materialize upon the pages of the book.

First, was the green lush home of the Pooka, filled with others that looked similar to Bunnymund. The landscape looked like it definitely shared some features with Aster’s warren. A high amount of nature and plant life underneath a bright blue sky, with large moss covered rocks dotting the landscape. There were some buildings most egg shaped or with rounded windows. There was so much going on, yet despite everything there was a sense of calm and purpose. The grey rabbit-like creatures in the picture were hosting a woman with reddish-orange skin and purple tattoos on their face and arms. She carefully adjusted her robes lowering her hood revealing large round eyes that were entirely black. She smiled laughing at something said to her and in response the large Pooka beside her just gave a slow nod, a slight smile on their features as well. Compared to the woman, the Pooka were very, very tall and they towered over her small frame. Their grey fur had various colorings and markings and some of them wore robes and glasses. But, all of them showed a deep type of camaraderie and care for one another. Together the Pooka peacefully talked, read, and recording various things down in books. The woman followed one of the Pooka into one of the buildings.

Then, a new image emerged, a seaside city with the waves crashing up on large rocks and washing upon sandy beaches. The picture focused on a large palace and beside it- its gardens. Numerous water fountains gently flowed surrounded by lush flowers of all colors on delicate branches and vines; the scents of which seemed to almost flow off the pages creating a heavenly combination that was distinct from the springtime floral scents of the warren if only by the note of sea salt mixed in. Some trees stretched their branches laden with dark leaves and white blossoms, and yet that wasn’t the only type there were just too many. Roses, of all colors even delicate blues dotted the landscape, and through all the flowers, trees, and shrubberies a winding stone path curved and meandered through. Upon the water of the pools and fountains were lilies and other water flowers. It was then a young boy with brown hair and bright blue eyes went sprinting through the gardens laughing, followed by a tottering little girl who tried to catch the boy. Walking behind the two laughing children was a regal looking couple. The woman was dressed in delicate blues and around her neck was a strand of creamy white pearls, beside her was a man with deep blue eyes and a neatly trimmed beard. He offered his arm to the woman who smiled, giggling softly causing him to chuckle as well. She took his arm and they continued to walk together in the gardens.

Next, was a bustling city below a pinkish orange sky streaked with clouds; it had towering structures reaching towards those very same heavens. The picture focused on a window that once entered revealed a young girl with a mop of short messy red hair and bright orange eyes standing next to a young man with brown eyes and neatly cut dark brown hair. The girl had oil marks and grime on her face she grinned at her partner who glanced back with a small smirk of his own. He rubbed his chin letting out a small hum, looking over blueprints of some sort; beside them on a table was a strange device made of a brass colored metal, with gears and various bits and bobbles all over. Beside it was an assortment of tools and items, some neatly organized and others having been placed rather haphazardly down after use. Seemingly double-checking something, the man gave a nod and gestured towards the device. The girl grinned; slipping on some goggles and pressed a switch causing the device to move hovering in the air much to her and the man’s delight.

Then the image changed to a snow-covered mountain with various villages spread throughout, at the very top was a palace carved into the rock. The image shimmered before going dark. No light shone save for that of the stars and the gentle moon. Suddenly, a spark of orange fire lit up from the bottom of the mountain. A woman dressed in the robes of a priestess held the flame and as she ascended the mountain people lined the roads to watch. Slowly as she passed each of them, small sparks of their own appeared and the people closed their eyes or folded their hands seeming to wish or hope for something before passing their magic to the flame carried by the woman. These sparks fed the flame causing it to become brighter and stronger. The people watching smiled as snow swirled around them, and the woman continued ascending the mountain and she came to the very top with a very regal and wise looking woman surrounded by other people of seemingly great importance. The snow continued to fall and the priestess passed the flame to the woman who placed it in a giant brazier where it roared and lit the entire courtyard up in a bright light- much to the cheering of the others present.

Next, was a city market that was overlooked by a tall, tall tower- the very top of which was made from what appeared to be just windows and stained glass. The tower emitted a soft golden light with trace amounts of shimmering color upon it. This picture was warmer than the last one, lively and bustling this city was teeming with life. Radiant fabrics of all colors were draped around the stalls as merchants hawked their wares. Oh… there was so much; necklaces that shimmered with soft light, lamps and lanterns emitting glows of all colors and brightness, pieces of glass that reflected various images or refracted light in the most splendid of patterns. One stand sold metal hammered into the shapes of stars and crystals cut into the shape of the moon, sun, and stars. Another sold shawls and scarves that shimmered with a rainbow of colors. A young boy with black hair was running through the streets followed by a gaggle of other young children, giggling and laughing as they were followed and chased small orbs of floating light.

What followed next was an image of an extensive library far bigger than anything that had ever been seen even bigger than the Opalescant Librarium. So many books lined the shelves and meandering through it all were workers organizing and fetching books, and at desks sat people reading, studying, taking notes, or talking in hushed voices. At one of these tables, sat a boy no older than 14 or so, seeming to be deeply studying and slightly dozing off. Surrounding him were several piles of thick books and papers with an assortment of notes. He yawned and rubbed his eyes only to smile with relief when another boy about his age with snow white hair and bright blue eyes approached offering him a drink with a humble bow of his head.

Image after image things kept materializing. An underwater festival with strange beings playing strange instruments. Nearby there seemed to be some stalls and people were trading goods offering a variety of things in exchange for another. Next it was a giant crowd of people all dressed up and waiting, and a regal looking man with a crown on his head stepping out on a balcony and lifting a baby wrapped in a luxurious blanket much to the cheering of the people below. Then, a woman wearing two very different colored stockings and a vast array of jewelry loading up a ship. Her crew walking past her with various items as she checked each and every single one off. After that, was a man and a woman working on bending iron and hammering it to a hull of a giant ship. In the background was a city of towers and factories with steam and clouds billowing towards the sky.

Aster watched them come and go, a small smile on his features despite the pain... it had been a wonderful time. Sadly- he knew the end of this story. But for now, he wanted Leora to understand even only a little the color and vibrancy that the Universe had once held.

Something that a part of him hoped could one day come back.

Then... one more picture materialized. And this one was quite grand... a palace made of white marble and moonstone. Seated in two throne chairs were a man and a woman both with black hair. The man had a military-esque uniform, and a warm smile and red cheeks. Beside him was a beautiful woman, her hair was styled up in a long bun, and her dress was creme and white. Buttons gilded with silver accented her outfit. The doors opened and a tall man with dark black hair strode forward. While his face was not shown, it was clear he was important. He was dressed in gold fabrics and looked to also be in the military himself if the sword at his side was any indication. The new arrival stopped in front of the two sitting, and bowed. Upon straightening, the regal looking man stood and walked forward embracing the newcomer. The woman also stood and approached smiling.

"That there... is Tsar Lunar the Sixth and his wife, the Tsarina of the House Lunanoff. Sounds familiar right?" He looked down at Leora, he wasn't sure if she knew the background on Manny. But if not- now was gonna be a good time for her to learn. But for now he would let her drink this in.




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 Posted: Feb 20 2017, 12:39 PM
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the unimaginable light you hold inside
Inwardly, the small spirit was screaming.

With joy, of course. Despite her embarrassment and fear from earlier, this newfound delight was etching itself deep within, making her want to squeal and dance about like some excited schoolgirl! Bunnymund, the Guardian of Hope and one of the Big Five....was going to tell her a story. The small Guardian knew, in this moment, she could die happy. So, so very happy!

Oh gosh, she was going to have to tell Caer about this! He would be so pr-...well, not so proud at first, he would maybe give her a lecture on not confronting the shadow man, but then he would definitely share her sentiment on how important this was.

The mortification from earlier was easily brushed aside, as the sprite heard his first comment regarding his reading glasses and giggled with a bubbly nature. Leora's light flickered, much like a light bulb, like she would ever get to talk to Jack Frost!

Immediately, her interest was piqued as he set down the book. Expecting it to be filled with fancy-written words, much out of her reading range, and smudged from the ink used upon weathered and old pages instead...it was blank.
Eyebrows knitting with confusion, Leora scooted forward upon her knees, leaning onto her hands as she watched the book. What was going to happen?

Before this planet existed.

At the first start of the pages beginning to shimmer, a black sky filling the pages with stars spread about the expanse of the emptiness. Shimmering and glittering with flickering light, an audible intake of breath was the only thing that escaped the girl, while she watched and listened with an intent nature as he spoke.

Full of life. Leora...knew this. Not really, of course she always believed there was more out there. More than this little planet brimming with hope and humanfolk. Creatures and star people alike. But...

The Golden Age. A tilt of her head followed, while her eyes never strayed from the starry sky that glittered before her. With a sudden shift of the pictures, moving and morphing into pictures that appeared before her widened and owlish gaze.

This was not Earth, the place she was seeing. An alien planet, and that made her light flicker with a bright flash of radiant rays. Tall creatures, that resembled Bunnymund, appeared upon the pages hosting a woman that was certainly not human. Only then did she glance up, shock clear within her gaze as she made the connection between the creatures upon the page and Bunnymund himself. Was this his home planet?

A sudden shift in the page occurred as she took another deep breath in, her eyes practically glued to the images upon the pages that seemed to come to life on their own.
A beautiful seaside city, where Leora was sure she could reach out and feel the waves of water gently lapping against her fingers. Children, with a couple walking nearby. The vibrant colors made her coo and her awe only grew as the next shift in scenes occurred.

Pink and orange, that was the color of the cloud lined sky standing above upon the pages. Two people, through a window that studied a machine that had never graced the likes of Earth itself. Her fair eyes glued to the images, the spirte had practically forgotten to breath in that very moment. Leora wanted to see more, more of these wonderful worlds that spiraled out before her.

Snow and ice, the sudden harshness of brilliantly bright color made her blink, the steady light of the moon lighting the ground the below with such pureness.
A...a ceremony of sorts, with a woman holding a flame that grew brighter with each person present adding a little bit of their own magic to cause it to grow brighter and brighter. The ceremony seemed complete as she added the fire to the brazier, and the small Guardian was sure she could feel such heat as the crowd roared with delight.

Light. A soft, awe-filled smile graced her lips as she looked upon this next scene. It was a kind much unlike her own, unearthly and glowing with such gold brilliance.
Her's was of Earth, grounded to this planet, this was-....much unlike anything she had ever seen before. Was this the work of light spirits? Fellow siblings she had never met as they were not of this planet?

A library, vast and expansive and far bigger than she had ever seen before, where a boy studied much to his sleepy contentment. Another young one, with snow white hair and brilliantly blue eyes and appeared and a subtle tilt of Leora's head followed as she gazed upon the image. It was a simple scene, yet it spoke volumes as the image shifted to the next.
Many, many images passed before her gaze, the little sprite clamoring to take it all in at once. Her eyes flickered about wildly, as she watched each vibrant and brilliant color pass before her eyes. Please...please, she wanted to go there. To experience this for herself.

The last picture, a seemingly simple one, with a regal-looking man and woman with dark hair. Seated within a palace, that Leora did not recognize, nor did she realize who those two people where at all.
Yet...they felt important, very important as the sprite scooted forward, reaching out a small hand as if to touch the pages herself, her heart light and fluttery within her chest.

Bunnymund's words suddenly broke her out of her focus, her hand stopping just short from stroking the pages of the book.
The limb hovering within the air, she looked up with a slow upward tilt of her head, face filled with confusion, awe, and a mixture of other emotions. There was no one word to pin down how Leora felt, at the current moment.

Tsar and Tsarina Lunar. The names did not ring any bells, none at all. And so at his next question, the small spirit shook her head with a shy nature, while she sat back on her knees. Hand coming to fold with her other one upon her lap, the spirit spoke with quiet words.

"Who are they? What were those places? They were very lovely, so much color and people and brightness. It was radiant." A sudden tilt of her head, as an almost pleading look appeared within her gaze. "I would like to go there."

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