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A Vision Of Life

This is the first story of the “Avonlea Story Club” for the month (January 15th- February 15th). We tried to write the genre “Adventure” for this month. Hope you like it. My another club member is @emerald-notes . Please check out her story for the month too. P.s. The photo has been taken from the internet.

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I woke up at 9:40 PM. ‘Shit!’ I’m gonna miss my train,’ I thought. I quickly went to the bathroom, trying to fresh up, but to my unfortunate life, I could never do anything fast. I came back from the bathroom and started applying all sorts of lotions and moisturizers contained in my daily skin care list. But ugh! It always takes a lot of time. However, I tried to finish dressing up as quickly as possible because I had to catch the train at 10:15 PM. It was getting super late. I did not even look at my watch, fearing it would already be 10:15. Instead, I just quickly hopped in my car and started driving to the direction of the train station. But again, the traffic lights! “It’s gonna kill all of my time” I thought. While waiting for the traffic light to turn green, I tried not to think what would happen to me if I was to miss the train. I started to feel very nervous and stressed. But then, to my great relief, the green signal came, and I started driving right away. The speed I was following was greater than ever because there was no way I could afford to miss the train. Finally, I got to the station. But again, to my utter disappointment, it was already 10:20 PM, and the train had already started running. I stood there watching it run. I could not stop thinking only if I had come 5 minutes earlier. Why did I even stop at the signal? What if I’d woken 5 minutes earlier? But there was nothing to do. What happened just happened. I missed the train. I was in great despair. What was I going to tell my parents? They would be disappointed with me as usual. I found a bench and sat there. My phone rang. I did not look at it because I knew it was my mother calling to know whether or not I got to the train safely. I couldn’t just receive the call and tell her that I didn’t get to the train, let alone safely. I started to get annoyed when my mother kept calling me for the third time. I wasn’t to face the situation. I couldn’t even decide what I was going to do now that I’d missed my train. “But I must do something”, I kept thinking. The whole situation was very pressurized, and I didn’t want to be in it. As I couldn’t stay undecided even for some time, I decided I would just sit there until I thought I should move. I knew it wasn’t an effective decision or maybe no decision at all, but I needed it in order to feel relaxed. Yes, I needed it, I needed some free time to make myself distracted. Yes, distraction was all I needed. I deserved it, I couldn't let myself get pressured. I was extremely tired, and I was beginning to feel restless. My eyes were closing. And then everything became black.

I woke up again with a start. ‘Where was I?’ I thought. It seemed that I was in the station and fell asleep. ‘Of course, I didn’t leave it and didn’t even talk to mom and finally decided to rest here instead. What a silly thing to do!’, I thought. Suddenly, my eyes caught the stare of another pair of eyes. The pair of eyes belonged to a man. The man was a bit gigantic. He was looking at me with a wicked smile on his lips. He reminded me of someone I knew but couldn’t remember at that moment. I could not help hating him. He was making me uncomfortable with his continuous staring and annoying smile. I knew that that particular behaviour of that man was intentional. I kept thinking what I would do if this cruel man suddenly attacked me. I could not remember where I had parked my car. But that was not an issue because the keys are going to lead me to my car. So I started to search for the keys. But, Alas! My bag wasn’t with me. Quickly I reached my pocket, and it was what I had expected, my wallet was gone too. ‘What was I going to do?’ I started to become very tensed. I imagined the cruel man to have taken my stuff to put me in this dangerous situation. ‘How can I be this careless?’ I blamed myself. Then a worse thing happened. The man seemed to call someone without moving his disgusting stare from me. He was surely telling his friends to come meet him in the station. I seemed to guess what was going to happen if his friends had arrived. He and his friends were gonna surely hurt my feelings. I was going to be doomed. And yes, to make it obvious, I saw his friend arriving in the direction of that cruel man with a disgusting laugh. ‘No, this is not going to happen’, I pleaded to myself. I stood up and, without thinking twice, started running in the opposite direction. I thought maybe running from the situation would save me that time. But I was wrong. I heard mocking footsteps behind me. Yes, they were also running after me. As I said, I was doomed!

I had to quicken my steps as I was running for my life. I could swear that I had not run that fast in my entire life. There was a kind of forest near the station. Finding no other convenient place, I directly ran into it. As expected, the forest was very dark. As I was running deeper, it was getting darker. At some point, I could not even distinguish the trees. So, I had to slow down as I didn’t want to get hit by a tree and cause me more trouble. I noticed that the footsteps were no longer audible. I thought maybe they became busy with something more exciting. However, I was relieved. So, I sat down under what seemed to be a huge tree. I was sweating and struggling to breathe. I began to think about a lot of things. I didn’t think it was worth living. Never in my life I did something extraordinary. It was rather boring as hell. I didn’t even like my parents. I was sure, neither did they like me. What was the point of calling each other and knowing stuff, I could not understand. Suddenly I saw a glimpse of light at the far end of the forest. I started walking towards it because my brain was incapable of thinking about anything else.

As I reached the source of the light, I found a house. It was a wooden house. The house appeared very dark, perhaps because it was made out of very dark colored woods. I knocked at the door. I knocked it twice. An old woman finally opened the door. Her hair was all silver and she gave me a soothing smile. As I was just going to ask her something, she moved away from the door gesturing me to step inside. I obeyed her because she seemed friendly. I thought maybe she was the one who could actually help me get out of the situation. I sat on a tool near the fireplace. The old woman sat beside me. It seemed like she was ready to hear me talk. I could not decide where to start. It was always very difficult for me to start the discussion. Instead I started looking around her house. The house had only one room in which we were sitting. There was no other furniture other than the two chairs (where we were seated) and a table. The contents on the table were really weird. There were some moving dolls and a glass tube filled with a sparkling purple liquid. The dolls were very lovely looking. They had smooth skin and rosy cheeks and were glowing and radiating charisma. I was pleased at their beauty and their movement. Then, the woman spoke.

“You seem to like the dolls, don’t you?”

“Yes, they are very comforting and lively”, I replied.

“You can be like them, you know, if you want.”

She took the glass tube from the table.

“This is called the ‘Elixir of Beauty’. This can make you happy just like it made the dolls happy”, she said pointing the tube towards me.

I took the tube.

“You can drink it” she seemed to suggest. I was hesitating. Things can happen this easily, I did not believe. “Can I really be as happy and lively as the dolls? Shall I trust the woman?” I kept thinking.

Suddenly I woke up hearing a beep. It was my alarm. I really woke up this time from this peculiar dream. Was it a nightmare or an excitement, I could not tell. But I realized that, I didn’t yet miss the train. The train which was to take me to the job interview was still waiting. I could not miss that chance like I did before. I knew I needed it. ‘No slow-motion work this time’, I told myself. But firstly I had to take some moments to finish up my skin care routine peacefully because it was important. I had plenty of time but I had to make it useful.

And I did reach the station and hopped on my train timely and safely. As the train was running, I decided what I would be doing after I had appeared for the interview properly. I needed to call my mom. Probably she liked me or liked me not but I did not have to think about that. I also do need to call my therapist and thank her. She was a good adviser after all. As the train started to run faster, I kept thinking about the dream. It felt too relatable. Like I had lived my life in that dream.

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Apollo's Princess chapter 1 intro

Amphiria and Prince Apollo trudged silently through the forest. It was a beautiful spring day in the Mystic Woodlands on the outskirts of Equalion Kingdom, and the sun shone brightly through the leaves. This would normally have put Amphiria into a good mood, with how in-tune she was with the weather. At that moment, however, the sun felt oppressive. Amphiria was uncharacteristically quiet, her fair face tense, as she walked in front of Apollo. She couldn’t bear to look at him. Not after what happened mere hours ago. The pair had happened upon a tribe of nomads who let them rest, eat, and bathe in their tents. Tents don’t have doors or locks, of course, but Amphiria hadn’t thought to call out and check if the tent was occupied before barging into it.

Stupid, she scolded herself as she dwelled on it.

She had walked right in on her traveling partner while he was getting dressed after bathing in the nearby lake. He had just dropped his towel from his waist at the precise moment that she opened that curtain. Why he had stripped while facing the opening of the tent, she couldn’t fathom. The man she’d been adventuring with for many months… the one she’d faced perilous obstacles with, who’d saved her from harm on multiple occasions, and whom she’d saved as well, was standing there, facing her, stark naked. She could see everything. She could have been a good girl and closed the curtain immediately, but she was too shocked and mesmerized. She stared, dumbfounded, at his tan skin, the curve of his well-developed chest muscles, his carefully chiseled abs, and his strong biceps. Just how and why was a prince so darn toned? And then of course, she couldn’t help but stare at that. She’d never seen it before. At least, in her very limited memory in the year since she woke up with amnesia, she hadn’t seen that. For all she knew, she might not be a virgin. It skeeved her out to think about it. But what didn’t skeeve her out was Apollo’s… stuff. Every inch of the man looked beautiful to her. And that’s what was so concerning.

Meanwhile, Apollo was having an equally hard time processing their time spent at the nomads’ tents. Not only did the woman he’s been traveling with see his naked body, but he had additional issues when he went back to the main tent to eat with the nomads. The men bragged about their women to each other. Such talk didn’t interest Apollo, as he believed intimate matters should be kept… well, intimate. He slurped his soup and tried to drown out the conversation, but one of the men suddenly made an effort to include him.

“Your girl’s quite a looker,” the stranger said, “I’ve never seen silver hair like that. And she’s so energetic! I’m jealous! She’s gotta be fun in bed!”

Apollo felt his face warm up. He didn’t get flustered often, but that hit him in a weak spot. “I wouldn’t know,” he replied, trying to sound unaffected.

“Wait, don’t tell me you haven’t?” the man questioned him in astonishment. “Man, if I were you, I’d be fucking that babe three times a day!”

Three times. He hit the nail on the head. That’s on average the number of times a day that he fantasized about doing her. At random times, throughout their days, something small would trigger it. She would lilt her voice, put a finger to her lip, sways her hips… Next thing he knew, he was imagining pinning her down and thrusting into her. His pleasure increased from her moans of ecstacy. Her hair and breasts bounced the way they do when she’d prance through the forest.

Damn, I’m fantasizing again.

He’d tried his best to shrug off the thoughts and pretend they didn’t happen. But often, late at night, when he tried to sleep with Amphiria close beside him, his groin would ache, and his heart would feel like it’s about to be torn in two from the guilt of wanting her.

“You should have seen how flustered she was when she ran from your tent,” another man pointed out, emphatically, which brought Apollo back to the present. “She was beet red, man! She wants you bad!”

God, Apollo thought to himself, he might be right. He thought about the way she’d be suspiciously comfortable around him when they’d go out into bandit territory, saying “I’m safe as long as you’re around.” She trusted him without a doubt. In the cold, she’d rub shoulders with him, despite his protests. She’d smile and giggle at things he said that he didn’t think were funny at all. She’d tease him and point out his little quirks and say they were cute. How did he not realize before?

Not that it changes anything.

“I’m engaged,” he said aloud, while also reminding himself.

The two men beside him blinked, unsure of what to say. The one said, “well, she isn’t around, right?”

Apollo glared daggers at the nomad. “That’s because the Fog took her.”

He dropped his nearly empty soup bowl onto the small table. The spoon clattered as the bowl rotated before coming to a stop. By the time the tableware had settled, Apollo had stood up and left the tent in a huff. The men in the tent turn solemn.

The Fog was the reason Apollo was on this journey. A little over a year ago, his betrothed was whisked away by a black cloud, commonly known as the Fog. He’d heard stories about it for a year or two prior, but he had never seen it firsthand until that day. It was a pandemic of sorts that had been spreading through the country. It moved from town to town, enveloping everything in darkness, and leaving pain, suffering, and death in its wake. Anyone who has been touched by the Fog has been harmed in some way. It differed from person to person, depending on their weakness or immunity. For some, it caused physical illness, like the plague. Most who catch illness this way die, but not all. Depending on the amount of time one has been shrouded in darkness, and depending on their own constitution, it could be better or worse. Apollo and his beloved Celeste had a different experience. Apollo had only been touched by the Fog briefly when trying to catch his beloved. What he caught was a sickness not of the body, but of the heart and mind. It made him lose all will to live, all will to find his beloved.

What Celeste suffered was something entirely unheard of, at least to Apollo. She wasn’t killed, at least as far as he could prove. Instead of turning her body to rot or ash, she was whisked away and disappeared. It’s possible that it completely disintegrated her, but it’s also possible that it simply took her somewhere. Why a malevolent force would kidnap someone without killing them, Apollo couldn’t know. But if its goal was to hurt people, it certainly succeeded in hurting Apollo by capturing the person most dear to him.

Even though the prince wanted to believe his princess might still be alive, his fog-induced illness tried to convince him that it wasn’t possible. That she had evaporated. Every inch of her, body and soul, turned to oblivion. And that he, the prince, was not only unworthy of becoming king, but unworthy of living altogether. Under the influence of this mysterious curse, he tried to take his own life multiple times. He still had some scars to remind him of this sin. But one day, in one of his darkest moments, he saw an omen.

The prince was laying in bed, looking out the window toward the balcony of his bleak Gothic castle, contemplating whether he had the energy to jump, when a bird perched on the railing. It wasn’t just any bird. He knew it well. It was Celeste’s beloved pet Finch, Penelope. She was a bright yellow finch with a distinctive black heart-like pattern on her left wing. She sang a familiar, happy tune that made Apollo rise up from his pillow for the first time in days.

Penelope was with Celeste when she was taken away.

Apollo stumbled out of bed, weak from malnutrition, and burst through the doorway to the balcony. The bird flapped its wings and flew in front of his face to greet him and sang as though it had good news. For the first time since all this happened, Apollo cried. He grasped the little goldfinch in his weak hands, to which the bird did not protest, and he collapsed onto his knees and sobbed wholeheartedly. Penelope survived the darkness, so Celeste could still be alive as well.

Thus Apollo had pulled himself together and embarked on a quest to save his beloved. On the way, he met Amphiria, a mysterious woman with no memory of her past, who possessed a miraculous immunity to the Fog. She’s helped him on numerous occasions, especially with her ability to run head-first into the deadly miasma. Anything that needed to be acquired through the Fog was a cinch with her around. And her bright personality helped ease Apollo’s spiraling thoughts at times.

But now, this woman’s presence was really getting under his skin. He was painfully aware of the way her ass swayed in front of him. His usual difficulty in swatting away the dirty thoughts was escalated by the men egging him on. He wanted to do all sorts of things to that ass. And he hated himself for it. He could feel his depression trying to take control again. Negative thoughts battered around in his head as he walked.

Amphiria made a sound of pleasant surprise.

Apollo looked up to see what it was.

“A butterfly flew past my face,” Amphiria said with a giggle. Then she noticed a whole kaleidoscope of them, right in the middle of their path, frolicking about the flowering bushes. “Wow, they’re all so gorgeous! Apollo, come look!” She stepped forward to get a closer look at the colorful winged creatures, when Apollo yelled.

“Stop!”

Amphiria jumped at the sudden growling volume of his voice, but she certainly stopped dead in her tracks. The alarm in his voice was apparent. Her eyes darted around warily. “Ooh, boy,” she exclaimed in exasperated relief, “I almost stepped on a switch for a hunting trap again, didn’t I? I really don’t feel like getting shot with arrows today. Or bitten by a bear trap. Or getting tied up in one of those nets. Or getting hit with one of those swinging hammers…” she rambled.

“Not that,” Apollo said, as he carefully walked up to where she was. “Look down.”

She did so, and what she saw wasn’t a bear trap or a pitfall or any of the horrors she imagined. “A little toy village?” She asked this in monotone disbelief and perhaps some disappointment. “I must say, I didn’t expect you to care so much about wrecking a kid’s diorama,” she added with something akin to a scoff.

“It’s a fairy village,” he explained, sternly. “Those things aren’t butterflies. They’re butterfly-fairies. They camouflage as butterflies so they can go undetected in human society. Touching one is a grave sin.”

“Oh, shoot,” the woman said, disappointedly. She crouched down to observe the little twig houses. “I’m sorry, guys. I don’t mean any harm.”

“Let’s get going,” Apollo says from above her. “We can go around the trees.”

“Got it,” she said. She got up and carefully avoided the little huts and the butterflies. They walked towards the other side of a tree, when she said “hold up, I gotta tie my shoe.” She leaned over to tie her boot. When she finished, without paying attention to her surroundings, she placed her hand on the tree for balance. She accidentally touched a mushroom that was growing out of the side of the trunk. It was a strange golden mushroom, and when she touched it, she instantly shrunk to the size of a fairy.

Apollo hadn’t seen this happen. He turned around, and she was gone. “Amphiria?” he called. “Amphiria!” He wandered around the tree, nearly stepping on the fairy town. He looked into the distance this way and that. “Where could she have gone? She couldn’t have gotten that far in the blink of an eye.” He began to worry, when he heard a strange sound. A small squeak like a bird or mouse. He looked around, but he couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. Then he felt a tickle on his pant leg. He looked down, and his eyes flew open when he saw a tiny butterfly-sized Amphiria climbing up his calf. He picked her up by her silvery-periwinkle hair and brought her up to his face.

“Ow ow ow ow ow ow,” she whined, as he held her up. “Let go of my hair, you brute!”

“Oh, sorry.” This wasn’t exactly what he imagined when he fantasized about pulling her hair. He held his palm out and let go over her little head. She plopped down gently on to his hand in a sitting position. He had the slight realization that her butt was now in his hand, but he shrugged that off to get to the matter at hand. “What the hell happened? Is this some magic power you didn’t tell me about?”

“No, I touched that mushroom on the tree!” She explained.

He looked over and saw the golden mushroom. “How the heck did you look at that and not realize it’s something that shouldn’t be touched? How daft are you?”

“I didn’t see it, you jerk!”

“Very daft, it seems.”

She groaned. “I was tying my bootlaces,” she explained, angrily. “Now bring me to it so I can touch it again and go back to my beautiful, normal sized self!”

“Hm, I don’t know,” he mused, “I kinda like you this way.”

“Now you develop a sense of humor?”

“Don’t worry, I gotcha,” he gave a small smile as he carefully walked up to the mushroom with her in hand. “Here you go.”

She touched the mushroom. Nothing happened. She touched it again. Something happened, but it took the two of them a second to get their bearings.

“I’m back to normal!” she cheered, when she saw Apollo beside her.

“Think again,” he groaned. The plants around them were comically large. A giant ladybug walked by and nearly knocked Apollo over.

“Oh, darn it!”

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