The Evermore Grimoire: Enhancements
Super Speed is the power to move at speeds above and beyond what's naturally possible. Those that wield this power can move faster than the peak members of their kind, making it very difficult for one to be able to react to them. This makes them highly resistant or even outright immune to the side effects of moving at such speeds. These effects include, but are not limited to, g-force, inertia, intense heat build-up and even massive kinetic energy build-up. Those that wield this power are also fast enough to outrun helicopters, motorcycles and others vehicles that can move at high speeds. With their speed, they can move faster than the eye can see and can even avoid an opponent’s perception. Furthermore, they can move faster than the speed of sound. Over time this power can grow to the point where the wielder can move far beyond what is naturally possible for others. This includes being able to obtain various high speeds such as sonic, supersonic, hypersonic, light speed and infinitely beyond.
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I read this short story a few months ago and I cannot tell you how quickly I fell in love with it.
I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.
They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.
They left the girl readily.
The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.
She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.
The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.
She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying.
Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother.
(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)
((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))
The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.
The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.
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Encanto AU where instead of being insecure about being the only Madrigal kid without a gift, Mirabel was happy and confident because she never wanted one to begin with.
Imagine little Mirabel as her door fades away, but instead of being upset she’s relieved at not having a door. She noticed how her sisters have been having more and more pressure put on them by Abuela.
Imagine the next day as everyone else is walking on eggshells around her and are confused to see her happily greet them. Only to be surprised by Mirabel being nonchalant about her failed ceremony and shocked when she says she doesn’t care.
Imagine Mirabel openly stating many times that she doesn’t have a gift and not caring about the whispers that follow her because of it. Instead she ignores them and goes about her day.
Imagine the rest of the family thinking that she’s putting on a brave face to hide her pain and Mirabel rightfully pointing out that their gifts cause them as much pain as they do pleasure.
Imagine her not being fazed by señor Osvaldo when he give Mirabel "The Not Specials' Special".
I’m ending this right here because this is as far as I got but if anyone wants to add anything, go ahead.
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