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200 Words A Day #31
Rant incoming! This is about the show of BBC's Merlin. A little background info, I watched the show four years ago for the first time and my favourite character was Merlin, but after rewatching everything the last few weeks, I noticed I actually preferred Arthur.
It used to be Merlin because of his sassy personality and just being a pissed off housewife. But I find myself feeling more and more frustrated with him, in comparison to Arthur.
Merlin mostly listens to others and prophecies. If he hadn't thought of Morgana of Mordred as traitors before they'd even done anything, the biggest problems would've been solved. Also, his entire life revolves around Arthur and his destiny. That's not really healthy anymore.
Meanwhile Arthur, he does what he believes in. He knights commoners because he think it's the right thing to do, he marries a servant and makes her his Queen, because he loves her. Okay, he makes some stupid choices (ugh ugh Agravaine ugh ugh), but he does what his heart tells him to. He's not driven forward by one thing only, he has his Kingdom, yes. But he also has friends, a wife and a best friend with whom he can act like he's not their King for a while.
I don't know if that makes sense, but during my rewatch it was actually so frustrating to see Merlin make all those decisions based of off things prophecies had told him, instead of doing what he himself thought to be right. Arthur gets told time and time again that some people cannot be trusted, and most of the time, they're right, but that's beside the point. He doesn't believe them without concrete proof, but he's willing to try and find proof (The Hunter's Heart, with Merlin telling Arthur Agravaine had stolen the maps). He does what his heart tells him to, and does trust others. He listens to others, but he doesn't let them make his decisions. He's not defined by his father's legacy, he is his own man and he trusts who he thinks is deserving of it. He knows the people aren't the King's servants, but the King is his people's servant. Arthur does what is best for the people, Merlin focuses on only Arthur and doesn't care about the consequences.
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#200wordsadayblog#writing#diary entry#bbc merlin#arthur pendragon#merlin#another reason could be just#✨ Arthur ✨
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200 Words A Day #30
*Part 2 of the Baron 1898 story !not the final part!*
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The next morning, Gustave and Jochem started their journey when the first sun beams hit the rooftops of Heathside.
Dorothy had hugged Jochem and whispered encouraging words to him, at which Jochem only laughed. “Nothing will happen, it’s just the Swampy Heath!”
Their journey was a calm one. Birds started chirping and the few animal species that roamed the Heath had woken up.
Jochem had been telling stories of his village, often trailing back to the subject of Dorothy.
“Do you like her, Jochem?” Gustave asked.
“What?”
“Dorothy.”
“She’s my friend.”
Gustave looked at him. “You like her.”
“Of course, I do.” Jochem answered. “But it’s not like I will ever tell her that.”
The conversation ended quickly.
After a few hours had passed, Gustave and Jochem reached a small hill. The Witch Hill.
After hearing the stories, Gustave couldn’t wait to check it out. He approached the Hill.
“Mr. Gustave?” Jochem nervously asked. “What are you doing?”
“You don’t really think there’s such a thing as Wailing Women, Jochem, do you?” He laughed.
Jochem seemed scared and kept his distance.
“It looks like there’s an entrance here.” Gustave grinned. “Are you coming?”
“We shouldn’t. You’re going to miss your boat.” Jochem tried.
“Are you scared, Jochem?”
“Yes.” He admitted.
Gustave laughed. “I’m not. I don’t believe in fairy tales.”
“I have seen some things, Mr. Gustave. I have heard of others they have seen the Wailing Women.” Jochem said. “There was this incident with the sick cow, they healed it.”
“Stories! Just silly bed time stories.” Gustave grinned. “Don’t wait for me, you have helped a great deal, Jochem. I know the way from here. Go back, before you father gets worried.
“Mr. Gustave...” Jochem tried, but he was already gone.
The boy doubted whether he should stay or leave, he looked inside of the Hill through the entrances.
Immediately he jumped back as there were huge spiders climbing up the walls.
He couldn’t help but wonder how Gustave had gotten in there.
Just to be safe, Jochem walked over to the other side of the Witch Hill and waited for Gustave to return to the surface.
He lay down and watched the empty area.
The wait felt like hours. Jochem had started to drift off.
Then, he heard some rustling and what felt like stones caving in on itself.
Gustave appeared from the Hill, there something in his hand he was gripping so tight his knuckles had started to turn white.
Jochem snuck back and waited for Gustave to leave, so he could head back home.
After a few seconds, the most maniacal laughter rang in his ears.
Gustave.
He was laughing, hysterically and terrifying.
Jochem felt dread rise in his chest and looked back at the entrance of the Witch Hill again.
Gustave was still laughing as he made his way to the port.
Jochem turned around and ran back home.
What had made Gustave laugh?
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200 Words A Day #29
*This is part 1 of the Baron 1898 story, the dive-coaster in the Efteling. I have translated a few important words, behind which are the Dutch names.*
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1894...
It was a dark night and a man was traveling on his own. He had been wandering for a while and his feet had been hurting the last few miles.
He huffed and panted as he made his way through the swamp, he looked at the horizon.
What was that?
Light! A village! He had been saved!
The man was almost running by the time he entered the village.
He ignored the funny looks the residents kept giving him. He walked further with his head held high.
There was one boy who didn’t seem to look down upon him, but rather with curiosity. The young boy couldn’t be older than 14 summers old.
“Excuse me.” The man approached the boy. “Would you mind telling me where the nearest inn is?”
“Of course, sir!” The boy said. “I work at The Sundew, the only inn in Heathside! My father is the owner. I could take you there.”
The man nodded at him. “Thank you.”
“My name is Jochem, what’s yours.” The boy asked while leading the man to The Sundew.
“Gustave.”
“It’s good to meet you, Gustave!”
Gustave and Jochem entered the inn, the boy immediately greeted his father and explained the situation.
The innkeeper asked Gustave for his first and last name.
“Just Gustave, please.”
“Sir, I need your last name.” The innkeeper insisted.
“I can’t give it to you.” He smiled. “Just Gustave is fine.”
Jochem’s father raised an eyebrow with a sigh but signed his name as Gustave anyway. “All right, then, Sir. Room 8 is yours for the night.” He handed him a key with an eight imprinted on it. “Is there anything you need?”
“A hot meal and a bath would be nice.”
The innkeeper nodded once, then turned around to approach the cook working in the kitchen.
Her brown hair was tied back in a ponytail and her sparkling eyes were a dark hazel colour. She seemed to be around Jochem’s age, maybe a year older.
“Dorothy!” *Doortje in Dutch* “Prepare a meal and a bath for room 8, please!”
“Will do!” The girl yelled back.
The innkeeper looked back at the man in front of him. “It should be read in an hour or so.”
Gustave nodded at him, then sat down at a table and laid out his maps in front of him, studying.
The boy from earlier, Jochem, tried to sneakily look at what he was doing.
Gustave noticed and replied in an amused tone; “You could just ask, you know?”
“S-Sorry, Mr. Gustave.” Jochem hastily looked away.
“There’s nothing wrong with being curious, Jochem. Here, sit.” He patted at the seat next to him.
Jochem sat down and looked at the map. There was Heathside and Gustave had marked a route to the port of Antwerp.
“I need to get there tomorrow, only this route will take two days.” Gustave explained. “It will get me to South America, Dolores is waiting for me there.”
“Dolores?” Jochem asked.
Gustave smiled. “My betrothed.”
“Tomorrow, you say?” The boy pointed at a shady spot on the map. “If you take the Swampy Heath...” *De Zompige Heide in Dutch*
The inn fell quiet at Jochem’s words.
His father came over to them. “Jochem! You can’t actually mean to say what I think you are going to say!”
“Will that be faster?” Gustave asked.
“If you were to leave early in the morning, you would reach the port just before the evening would start.” Jochem said.
“The Swampy Heath is cursed!” One man yelled. “Cursed, I tell you! The Wailing Women would never allow someone to step foot on their land! Not to mention the Witch Hill!” *Heksenbult in Dutch* “Bagh! Is this you’ve raised your son, innkeeper?”
“I have been there loads of times.” Jochem argued. “Together with Dorothy. Nothing ever happened.”
“Dorothy?” Gustave asked.
“Yeah, we-we’re friends.”
Gustave looked at the boy’s father. “Perhaps if he were to join me. I would be able to make it to the port in time and leave to South America.”
The boy’s father pinched his nose. “Jochem?”
“I wouldn’t mind, honestly, father. I will be able to take him there.”
“Fine, on one condition: You will be back before it gets dark.”
“Of course.” Gustave answered. “I will make sure he will come back unharmed.”
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200 Words A Day #28
That was the Good Omens fanfiction, I hoped you liked it!
I have 22 days left until it's finally the 18th of January, so I really really hope I'm going to make it.
I still have to write the next ones, so that may take a little longer. I still have to do some school work today and I still need to eat, so I may not be able to finish every single one.
I have made a list of fairytales the Efteling has, so here they all are (the Dutch/original names are behind the English ones between brackets):
- Cinderella (Assepoester)
- The Chinese Nightingale (De Chinese Nachtegaal)
- The Dragon (De Draak)
- The Indian Water Lillies (De Indische Waterlelies)
- The Frog King (De Kikkerkoning)
- The Little Mermaid (De Kleine Zeemeermin)
- The Magical Clock (De Magische Klok)
- The Emperor's New Clothes (De Nieuwe Kleren Van De Keizer)
- The Red Shoes (De Rode Schoentjes)
- The Troll King (De Trollenking)
- The Gardener And The Fakir (De Tuinman En De Fakir)
- The Wolf And The Seven Young Kids (De Wolf En De Zeven Geitjes)
- The Six Servants (De Zes Dienaren)
- The Six Swans (De Zes Zwanen)
- Sleeping Beauty (Doornroosje)
- The Wishing-Table, the Gold-Ass and the Cudgel in the Sack (Ezeltje Strekje)
- Hansel and Gretel (Hans En Grietje)
- The Bridal Dress of Guinevere (Het Bruidskleed van Genova)
- A Little Match Girl (Het Meisje Met De Zwavelstokjes)
- The Naughty Princess (Het Stoute Prinsesje)
- The Gnome Village (Het Kabouterdorp)
- Tom Thumb (Klein Duimpje)
- Little Message (Kleine Boodschap)
- Pinocchio (Pinokkio)
- Rapunzel (Raponsje)
- Rumpelstiltskin (Repelsteeltje)
- Little Red Riding Hood (Roodkapje)
- Snow White (Sneeuwwitje)
- The Fairytale Tree (De Sprookjesboom)
- Mother Hulda (Vrouw Holle)
- The Flying Dutchman (De Vliegende Hollander)
- Symbolica (Symbolica)
- Baron 1898 (Baron 1898)
- Dream Flight (Droomvlucht)
- Python (Python)
- George And The Dragon (Joris En De Draak)
- Max And Moritz (Max En Moritz)
- Villa Volta (Villa Volta)
- Pagode (Pagode)
- Piraña (Piraña)
- Bird Roc (Vogelrok)
- Sirocco (Sirocco)
- Archipel (Archipel)
- Carnaval Festival (Carnaval Festival)
- Fata Morgana (Fata Morgana)
- Fabula (Fabula)
- Half Moon (but with a weird spelling of Moon) (Halve Maen)
- Tin Lizzies (De Oude Tufferbaan)
- People Of Lave (Het Volk Van Laaf)
- Gondoletta (Gondoletta)
- Diorama (Diorama)
- Paper Gobbler/Greedy Gus (Holle Bolle Gijs)
- Ghost Castle (Spookslot, this one has been removed after 44 years and will be turned into Danse Macabre, named after the soundtrack)
I am not sure if every single translation is correct lol. The Efteling might have English explanations on their website. I haven't included the Efteling Museum, any playground or square, because those felt a little pointless to include.
I think it will be obvious I won't do every single of these. Some of these don't even have a story behind them, I think (Gondolleta, Pagode, Diorama). There is one story which has been split into three different attractions; Bird Rock/Vogelrok, Sirocco and Archipel. If I were to write that one, I will include all of them in a single story.
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200 Words A Day #27
Part 6 (Final)
Crowley had taken off his sunglasses and glared at them with his yellow snake eyes. He softened when Aziraphale returned.
The angel was holding a tray on which were four teacups and a pot. He was also carrying a plate of biscuits.
Aziraphale sat down, taking one of the cups for himself.
“I’m looking forward to hearing about you two.” Aura said with an eager smile. “When did you meet? How did you become friends?”
“I am quite interested in your story as well.” Aziraphale answered. “There are very few celestials left with such open-minded views.”
Anubis recited their history. They had met in the early 1500s, both having snuck away from their Head Offices and accidentally running into each other. They had continued meeting up over the decades. In 1551, they had stopped the sweating sickness together. Aura found great pleasure in adding most of the details as Anubis skimmed over the events.
In return Aziraphale told his and Crowley’s story. At times, the angel added too many details and got carried away. The demon had laid his head on Aziraphale’s shoulder after a while, quietly dozing off. From time to time he gently nudged his angel when he started to trail off.
They spent the night exchanging stories and silly events. All were happy to not be judged for those they had befriended and all the sorts of mischief they had gotten up to. The odd feeling of safety was present in the room.
Both angels and both demons were able to put their minds at ease.
Even if it was just for one night, both Heaven and Hell were dismissed from their minds.
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200 Words A Day #26
Part 5
Meanwhile, Aura had been browsing the other book and was now reading a page she found. “This one says angels and demons are able to switch appearances, but it demands immense trust and vulnerability from both of them. It seems you two achieved that part.”
Anubis an her were both staring, eagerly awaiting some form of explanation.
Crowley was the first to speak after a moment of silence. “You can’t prove anything. Hell will never believe you.”
Anubis slammed his book shut. “I do not plan on telling anyone in Hell. If I were in your shoes, I would have done the same.” He took the other book out of Aura’s hands and wiped it with his sleeve.
“It’s hard keeping secrets from Heaven,” Aura started, “but I cannot blame you for wanting to be left alone. I won’t tell them either.”
“Sorry for barging in, by the way,” Anubis apologized sheepishly. “I suppose that was rather rude.”
“It was.” Aziraphale put on a kind smile. “Although, I can’t blame you for being curious. Would you two care for a cup of tea?”
Crowley looked at his angel in disbelief. “Tea?!”
“I mean, sure, I guess.” Anubis shrugged.
Aura was glowing. “I would love some tea.”
As Aziraphale made his way to the kitchen, the other three moved over to the couches and took a seat.
Aura and Anubis sat close together, a bit uneasy.
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200 Words A Day #25
Part 4
“Right, so...” Anubis pulled out two big books from his bag. “I wanted to discuss something after these findings.”
“Are those from Hell?” Crowley asked, recognizing the black and red covers.
“They are.”
Aziraphale’s eyes were shining with wonder at the sight of Hell books. “The Weaknesses Of Supernatural Entities and Between Demons And Angels. Oh, that is marvellous,” he said.
Crowley faced Anubis again, finding a little bit of joy from the way his angel could get excited about books. “So?”
The cat browsed through the book until he found the right page in The Weaknesses of Supernatural Entities. He pointed his finger at the chapter called Demons. “This clearly says demons can’t survive Holy Water. No matter what they may have done, they have no way of turning ‘native’.” He flipped the pages a few times, until he found the chapter for Angels. “It also states Angels are not able to Fall anymore, which means they have no way of staying alive after an encounter with Hell Fire.”
Knowing where this was going, Crowley and Aziraphale exchanged a worried look.
“Maybe the book is wrong,” the demon offered.
Anubis and Aziraphale both glared at him.
“They’re books from Hell,” the cat reminded him.
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200 Words A Day #24
Part 3
Crowley turned his back to Aziraphale, refusing to meet his gaze. “If it’s not Heaven or Hell knocking at the door, I don’t care.”
“That is the problem, Crowley. There’s-”
The demon sprung up. “What?!”
“There are an angel and a demon in our bookshop,” Aziraphale said urgently. “I do not think they have been on earth before.”
Then, knowing Crowley would follow him, he turned around and walked back to the pair.
The strange demon gave them a slight wave. “Hi, Crowley.”
“What the Heaven are you doing here?!” Crowley yelled, approaching him.
Aura tried to explain the situation. “Anubis found something-”
She got cut off by a livid demon. “If Hell would find you here, Heaven knows what they’d do to you!”
The other demon raised an eyebrow. “Are you concerned for me?”
Crowley tried to answer, but only a small noise came out. “Ngk.”
A calming presence appeared at his side. “Auriel, dear. Would you mind explaining the purpose of your arrival?”
Aura briefly glanced at her friend. “Anubis might be able to explain it better than me, he was the one to find it.”
Anubis took off his hat to reveal two cat ears between his brown hair, but didn’t speak. He waited for Crowley’s approval, which he got in the form of a lazy wave of his hand.
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200 Words A Day #23
Part 2
He was about to apologize, but stopped his tracks when he saw who had entered his shop. “Oh, dear.”
One of them was wearing a hat with dirty strands of multi-coloured hair poking out from underneath. His green eyes contained slits for pupils, and when he tried to smile, it was hard not to notice his slightly pointed teeth. He was definitely a demon, although he was unknown to Aziraphale.
The other had folded her hands together and looked a little bit nervous. She shuffled a bit closer to the demon next to her. Aziraphale recognized her, even if she had changed her long blonde hair to a shorter haircut with bangs. One half had been coloured black, including the entirety of her bangs. She was none other than the angel Auriel, who was also known as Aura.
“Is it a bad time?” she asked him.
Aziraphale had trouble finding the words. He opened his mouth to reply, then disappeared behind the bookcases.
He shook Crowley’s shoulder. The angel knew he would be irritated, but he had bigger problems to worry about at the moment.
“Angel...” the demon groaned.
“I am so sorry for waking you up, my dear, but I’m afraid we have quite the emergency,” Aziraphale told him.
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200 Words A Day #22
Part 1
Known to both Heaven and Hell, the angel and the demon who had stopped the Final Day of Judgement were not to be trifled with. What they didn’t know, is that they were both residing in Soho, in a cosy, little bookshop.
Even though they were very exposed, not one single supernatural being had attempted to approach either one of them after they had proven themselves to be dangerous.
A demon being immune to Holy Water? An angel surviving Hellfire? It was simply unheard of and it terrified both sides.
Of course none of them actually knew how they pulled it off.
Until two very old friends showed up.
Aziraphale was reading a book, while Crowley was snoring on the couch next to him.
The angel looked up when he heard the bells of his shop ring. He was quite sure he had locked the door.
He didn’t want to shout he was closed, since the sleeping demon would be seething if he woke him up, even if it was accidental.
Aziraphale put his book aside and set his reading glasses on top of it.
He had decided to greet the customers with a kind smile, for perhaps he had forgotten to lock the door, and then it would be merely a mistake on his part.
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200 Words A Day #21
I owe all of you guys an apology. I haven't uploaded a single short story or diary entry since the 20th of January, which marks almost a month ago.
I'm not quite sure what happened in that time, but I noticed how my grades at school were severly lacking and still are. At first, I was failing three subjects and it has now turned into two. I am proud of myself for that. The subject I am still worrying about is mathematics, but I doubt any of you would want to hear about my school problems.
Now, for the good news; I finished the school project for which I had written the Good Omens x OC fanfiction and the fanfic has been rewritten. To catch up with every day I have missed, I will split the new version up in different parts to relieve me a little bit of the amount of stories I have left to write.
After I have uploaded that one, I wish to write short stories based of some Efteling orignal stories. For those who don't know; the Efteling is a Dutch amusement park and one of my favourite places in the world. So, that's a thing I wish to do. Of course, I will give a small summary of the ride before the actual story.
Again, I'm so sorry for not uploading anything, I have been really busy but I wish to catch up with every day I have missed.
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200 Words A Day #20
I grinned upon seeing her enter the room.
Finally, she was here.
She looked angry. She looked dangerous. She looked like a challenge.
“You have one chance to tell me where Estella is, Draven!” she raged at me.
“Aw, Dottie,” her real name was Dorothy, it infuriated her every time I called her that.
Dorothy pointed her finger at my face. “Don’t you dare call me that.”
“I’m afraid you’re too late, little Dot.” I said. “Estella isn’t here anymore.”
Her eyes widened. I enjoyed the fear in her bright green eyes.
“You’re lying.”
I shrugged. “I’m sure you will be the judge of that. Or have you lost your abilities?”
Dorothy’s eyes filled with tears. She couldn’t read my mind, but she could hear my heartbeat.
“I did what I had to do.” I sat on my throne, facing her. “She was a feisty one.”
I hadn’t killed Estella, I had only sent her away. But it was glorious to see Dorothy break down in front of me with the thought of her being dead.
Dorothy had been a boring opponent before, but rage made it interesting. Rage was what made her strong.
She growled at me. “I’m going to kill you.”
“Try all you like, Dot.” I grinned. “We both know this will end with only one of us standing, and it ain’t going to be you.”
Dorothy lunged at me. I summoned a stick and smashed her into a wall with it.
I got up and changed into my armour with a simple flick of the hand.
She got up on her knees. Blood was dripping from her nose.
Dorothy stood up and ran towards me, desperate for revenge.
She grabbed her sword from her belt and raised it. She jumped and smashed the sword down.
I rolled away from the attack. She had given me a slight cut, no big deal.
I gripped my cane a little tighter and swatted her in the face with it.
She lay on the ground, her breath was heavy, and she was refusing to get up.
I was beginning to get a little frustrated. I had hoped for a little more fight from her. Instead, she was the perfect target now.
Dorothy faced me. Her teeth were bloody as she smiled at me.
“You’re not going to enjoy this fight, Draven.”
The cane in my hand turned a black dagger. I hadn’t enjoyed the fight. It had been boring and useless.
“You lost.”
I threw the weapon down on her. It hit her in the chest.
Her final, taunting smile was still on her face as she drew her last breath.
I scoffed. Another useless kill.
I turned around and left the room.
It had been a huge waste of time.
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#fighting scene practice#writing#200wordsadayblog#story time#i'm not really sure what happened but okay
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200 Words A Day #19
*late again, but i was doubting whether or not to publish this since i need to do an entire rewrite. it's another good omens fanfiction, this time introducing some oc's. this is actually for a school project and i need to rewrite the whole thing, so i'll publish the fixed thing later. maybe today, maybe another day, who knows. enjoy :)*
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Known to both Heaven and Hell, the angel and the demon who had stopped the Final Day of Judgement were both residing at a lovely bookshop in Soho.
Not one single supernatural being had attempted to approach either one of them after they had proved themselves to be dangerous.
A demon being immune to holy water? An angel surviving hell fire? It was simply unheard of and it terrified both sides.
Of course none of them actually knew the celestials had switched appearances to trick them.
None, but one.
Anubis was a cat-like demon who had been closer to the demon known as Crowley than others were. That was, of course, before he had been marked as a traitor to Hell.
The cat-demon was the librarian of Hell and had read every single book ever written.
That was also how he knew that it was simply impossible for a demon to turn so-called “native” and survive holy water.
He also knew it was the same for an angel to fall after the Fall and thus survive hellfire.
Anubis had investigated and found a strange paragraph in a book called “Between Demons And Angels”.
The paragraph stated that it was unheard of for a demon and angel to actually switch their appearances since an act like that would include trust and vulnerability.
Well, there was no doubt Crowley trusted his angel, Aziraphale.
Anubis was willing to approach the pair about this discovery, but was unsure whether they would trust him enough to actually tell him what had happened.
If he were to go alone, of course.
An angel like Aziraphale wouldn’t be stupid enough to trust another demon other than his and most likely kick him out before he had the chance to even say ‘Hello’.
Lucky for him though, the cat knew a certain angel who may be willing to listen to his deductions and accompany him.
The angel known as Auriel, or Aura for short.
They had met a few times when they had both escaped their Head Offices for a while and met each other on earth.
Aura was willing to go with him after some negotiating and a promise to with her to Starbucks right after. She was in desperate need for some good coffee.
They met at the Soho Square Gardens.
Anubis immediately recognized her. Her two-coloured hair and bright smiles were hard to miss.
After an hour strolling through the city they had found the red bookshop known as A.Z. Fell And Co.
“Do we just go in, or knock?” Anubis asked her.
Aura only laughed at the question.
“What? I’m trying to be polite here!”
She smiled. “It’s a shop, you can just walk in. That’s the proper way to do it.”
A small bell was heard as she opened the door, Anubis trailing behind her.
He fixed the hat covering his cat ears as an attempt to look less menacing.
The owner of the shop approached the pair that had come through the door with a smile to greet them.
Aziraphale quickly dropped the expression when he noticed who he was dealing with. “Oh, dear.”
The angel disappeared behind the bookcases again.
Anubis and Aura glanced at each other, both with equally worried expressions.
Aziraphale returned a few moments later, followed by his demon who seemed pissed at their appearance.
Anubis gave him a slight wave. “Hi, Crowley.”
“What the Heaven are you doing here?!” Crowley yelled at them.
“Uh, Anubis found-” Aura started to explain, but was cut off.
“If either Hell would find out you came here, Heaven knows what they would do to you!”
Anubis simply raised an eyebrow. “Are you concerned for me?”
Crowley made a noise, then stopped himself.
“Auriel, dear.” Aziraphale went to stand next to his demon. “Would you mind explaining what the purpose of your arrival is?”
She glanced at Anubis. “He might be able to explain it better than me, he was the one to find it.”
The cat looked a little worried when Aziraphale’s soft eyes turned to a glare when he looked at him.
“I wanted to discuss some research I had found.” The demon pulled out two big books from his bag.
“Are those from Hell?” Crowley asked, upon recognizing them.
Anubis hummed in agreement.
Aziraphale looked enchanted at the sight of the two books from Hell. “Between Demons And Angels and The Weaknesses Of Supernatural Entities. Oh, that’s simply marvellous.”
“Watch it, angel, they’re not yours.” Crowley was smiling, just a little. “Don’t drool on them.” He faced Anubis again. “So?”
The cat browsed through the book until he found the right page in The Weaknesses of Supernatural Entities. They were at the chapter of Demons. “This clearly says demons can’t survive Holy Water no matter what they may have done, they have no way of turning ‘native’.” He flipped the pages a few times, until he found the chapter of Angels. “It also states Angels are not able to Fall anymore, which means they have no way of staying alive after an encounter with Hell Fire.”
Crowley and Aziraphale exchanged some worried glances. “Right...”
“Maybe the book is wrong.” The serpent offered.
He got two glares sent his way from both Anubis and Aziraphale, so he backed off.
Meanwhile, Aura had been browsing the other book and was now reading a page she found.
“This one says angels and demons are able to switch appearances, but it demands immense trust and vulnerability from both of them.” She glanced at the three of them.
Crowley gave up and threw his hands in the air. “Can you really blame us?”
“No.” Anubis slammed the book shut and stuffed it back in his bag. “I just wanted to know if I was right.”
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200 Words A Day #18
*I'm late, I know, I'm sorry.*
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"Hey, Juliette, come and see this!" John called.
She turned around and walked over to where he was standing.
"I think someone's getting arrested." He told her. "I saw some teenagers getting chased by two guards."
Juliette followed his gaze and saw three teenagers running through the streets. Meanwhile, the two guards had doubled and the boys were now getting chased by four of them.
She was able to recognize one of the teenagers immediately. "You're not going to like who that is."
John squinted his eyes to try and see their faces.
No way.
It was Aaron.
What had he gotten into this time?
"I gotta go." John told her.
She gave him a look. "Are you really?"
"It's Aaron." He quickly said, then grabbed his coat and his boots. "I have to."
Juliette sighed. "It's his problem, you're only going to get in trouble if you help him."
"So?"
"Your boyfriend is not worth 16 years of being stuck in prison, John!" She argued.
He glared at her. "He's my boyfriend. I have to help him."
"No, you're not." Juliette closed the door in his face. "You're staying here."
"You're not my mother, Juliette!"
"I'm you sister and the only one you've got! I may as well be!" She yelled.
John took a few deep breaths to calm himself.
"I've told you, I don't know how many times, Aaron was a troublemaker." Juliette told him. "You're my little brother, so it's my duty to protect you from harm."
"I can handle myself." He tried to argue.
"No, John, you can't." She said, "You're reckless and this just proves it. I promised I would keep you safe. And this," she gestured to him from head to toe, then pointed at the door. "Is the only way I can keep you from being a bloody idiot."
"I never asked for you to take care of me." John said.
"No, you didn't. Our parents did."
He sighed and avoided her gaze.
"I know you're in love and you wish to help him." Juliette shut him with a single finger when he opened his mouth to argue. "I do. I learned from my mistakes and I'm trying to keep you from making the same."
John turned around and ran upstairs.
Juliette heard the door slam and she sighed, running one hand through her hair.
Suddenly, she heard a voice she hadn't heard for a long time. "Are you ever going to tell him the truth?"
She froze. "Why are you here?"
"I believed I asked you a question first." The voice said.
"I don't want to talk to you." She flinched when the voice crept closer to her. "Please leave."
"Are you going to tell little John the truth about yourself?" They asked again.
"...no." A finger traced her jawline and she pulled her head back.
"Are you going to tell him about Aaron?"
"...no."
"Why not?"
"He'll hate me." She sighed and looked down. "Why are you here?"
They appeared in front of her and grinned. Their red eyes burned through her soul. "You're longing for me and I felt it. I came because you called."
"I wouldn't call for you." She said.
They grinned again. "Sure you wouldn't."
With the sound of the wind, they disappeared, leaving Juliette alone.
Her bottom lip trembled and she dropped to the ground.
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#writing#200wordsadayblog#story time#so sorry im late#i had very little time yesterday#im not sure whats going on with this story#but i hope you like it
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200 Words A Day #17
Once upon a time there was a city.
It was a beautiful city. They had called it The Promised Town.
The buildings were sky-high and covered with all kinds of flora.
The trees were green and healthy.
Flowers were blooming on every street.
The city loved its people. They were the ones that gave it a conscience, after all.
It had mastered the ability to control the weather for its residents.
It was able to provide perfect weather each day, depending on the season.
Spring: Flowers blooming, not too hot and a few little sprinkles of rain here and there.
Summer: The temperature had risen, the flora dried a little, but that was easily fixed with the rain it was able to provide.
Autumn: More rain than usual, but not so bad people were unable to go outside. The leaves of the trees had turned to beautiful shades of red, orange and yellow.
Winter: White dust was covering the landscape, snow. Although it melted on the roads so people were still able to travel safely.
The city had provided everything for them.
The residents weren't aware the city was alive, however.
So when the enemies arrived, the people hadn't attempted to protect it.
'Oh,' they thought. 'It's just a city, we can rebuild it.'
When the bombs and the guns had broken the city's barriers, it had tried to scream for help.
Its roads were destroyed, its walls broken.
The people he had loved so much had let this happen to it.
Its heart was broken beyond repair.
Centuries later the city would have gotten a different name.
The Promised Town was no more.
It was now known as The City Where The Rain Never Stopped.
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#writing#200wordsadayblog#story time#idrk what i was thinking while writing it#but i hope you like it
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200 Words A Day #16
It was Wednesday.
It had not stopped raining yet.
Aiden had been going to school with the bus for the past week and a half.
His mother had refused to pay for his tickets after the first week.
He had grown frustrated.
Cycling to school was a definite no-go in this weather and his money was slowly running out to pay for his own bus ticket.
He needed to let go of any anger he had before he started yelling at people close to him.
Aiden ran out to the open field across from his home.
He was soaked before he had even set foot in the grass.
Aiden let out a loud scream.
He screamed until his throat hurt.
He screamed until there was no breath in his lungs left.
His knees buckled under him and he fell to his knees.
He started yelling at whatever creature was controlling the weather and everything that was happening.
He screamed again, until his lungs gave out.
Aiden yelled again, this time in words: "Why are you doing this?!
"Are you punishing us?!
"Punishing us for destroying the earth?!
"Trying to cool it off after all the fire we have caused?
"Some of us have nothing to do with it!
"Why punish us?!
"Why punish the innocents who live in a quiet village?!
"Why punish those who stay away from all the chaos?!
"We're trying our best! That is all we are able to do!
Aiden's voice dropped to a whisper. "Just tell me why…"
In hindsight, it might have been an overreaction because of some water coming from the sky.
The truth had been that Aiden's frustration hadn't come from only the rain.
There were multiple factors. School. Family. Work.
The rain had been the last drop and the bucket had already been full.
Aiden had tried to keep it together, but it was difficult.
His questions hadn't been answered, but they had been listened to.
The next few days, the rain had gone.
After a week, it returned, but then it would be gone within a week.
His mother had searched for a therapist after he had told her everything that was going on at the moment.
He had a long way to go, but he was getting better.
Sometimes, Aiden would look at the sky and smile.
"Thank you." He whispered.
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#writing#200wordsadayblog#story time#not a fantasy story this time#i dont believe in a certain religion myself#but i do believe there is something controlling the strings#and i believe it listens to us#this 200WAT was a little more personal#but it's half past 11#what do you expect#good night everyone :)#i hope you enjoyed it even though it was different from all the other fantasy stuff i write
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200 Words A Day #15
"Ma'am." The creature approached her. "I think I've found our intruder."
My gaze met Alexander's. He looked horrified to see me.
Oh. Shit.
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*I'm doing a continuation this time woohoo!*
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"You know it, Alex?" The corners of Rianton's black lips curled up.
"I had no idea she had come here." He muttered, his gaze never left me.
"Ah, so it's a 'she'." Rianton approached me. "Do you have a name, darling?"
I gulped. Her face was so close, her soft breath was tickling my face. A small squeak came out, before I coughed once and tried to answer again. "Evelyn."
"Species?"
"Human."
"Age?"
"Twenty-one." I avoided her gaze and looked down.
She looked at Alexander. "Your little pet?"
"We're friends." He quickly said. "We traveled together."
"Of course you have." Rianton looked at me again. "Let her go."
"But ma'am-" The creature holding me tried to argue.
"-You heard what I said, Byraon." Rianton's grip on her sword tightened. "Let. Her. Go."
My arms were let go and the creature stomped away, he seemed pissed.
Rianton watched him leave, then turned to me. "Alright, darling. I'll take you to one of our guest rooms."
I glanced at Alexander. He slightly shook his head as if he were warning me.
I looked back at Rianton, who was softly smiling at me.
With one last glance and a smile to Alexander, I went with her.
I didn't feel like I had a choice.
As we made our way through the halls, Rianton started a conversation. "So, darling, why did you come here?"
I glanced at her. "It was an accident."
"What happened?" The way she said didn't sound comforting in the slightest.
"There was this train. It had randomly appeared before my home." I told her. "I was curious and brushed against it, then I was here."
She hummed in response before continuing with another question. "How do you know Alexander?"
"Like he said," I tried my best to keep my voice from wavering. "We traveled together."
"A man like that doesn't just travel, darling." Rianton smirked. "He must have needed you, something about you sparked his interest. You are special, and he must have known it."
"I know." I held my hands close to my chest. "He left me after the incident."
Something in her face changed into pity. "He used you."
"He did, but I don't hate him."
"Of course you don't." She muttered. "His charm is impossible to hate."
She seemed pained. We continued our walk in silence.
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#like always i haven't checked this#since I'm too lazy#i hope you enjoyed this one :)#my first part two of something!#woohoo!#writing#200wordsadayblog#story time
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