The Legend of the Myth Touched

[wanderingstoryteller]

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As you drift to sleep, your dreams find you in a realm of foggy incense. You can smell the faint hint of cinnamon and char lingering in the air.
The space around you is a deep, dark Wine as the smoke suffuses around like threads of silk caught in the wind.
You try to make sense of this dream as you are startled by a voice that calls out from the void. It's speaks as if it were part of an otherworldly choir.

"Welcome to your realm, child of a mundane world."
"It is merely unrealized potential at this moment. but as it comes to resonate with who you are, it will take form"

"Your world is such an odd one, so simple, so plain"
"Yet so many of the denizens in it dream of fantastic possibilities and struggle to make them real"
"I wonder, what would happen if just a small spark of something truly impossible were to be introduced."

"Would there be heroes?"
"Would there be tyrants?"
"Would you raise yourselves to new heights?"
"or..."
"Would you tear yourselves apart?"

Your head swims from the sing-song voice ringing out from the burgundy void.
You never thought that you would get a headache in one of your dreams...

"My apologies, I do tend to prattle on."
"Let us get to know you better. What is your name, child of Earth?"

[Morphimus]

Magnolia P. Darwin

[Eversor]

Pringles Bensforth the Third

[fuzzysocks]

Jamothy Eggworth the First

[wanderingstoryteller]

Your hair stands up at as the question is asked

"No way, nuh-uh, I've read enough fantasy to know that giving your name away like this is a baaaaaad idea."

You gesticulate and try to take a strong stance...but floating in an inky void does somewhat diminish whatever resoluteness you try to exude.

"Next thing I know, you've stolen my face, or I've lost my ability to use vowels. I'm not THAT gullible."

A gentle, yet unnerving laugh rings out of the abyss

It is funny, your actions only act to prove why I find your world so odd.
You think me one of the fae, here to trick you or replace you.

Child, if I wanted to do that, I would not need to know your name.

A shiver runs down your spine

Your words have power here, speak your name and you will see, or remain quiet and wake from this dream.
I can assure you, if you pursue the latter, a mundane life will be waiting for you as ever.
But speak your name and we might just see what fantastic things may come of it.

Your mind races, this is the oddest yet politest nightmare you've ever had.
Looking around the purple void, try to get some point of reference. 
Feet
Pyjamas
That one damned hangnail on your left pinky

"Fine, I've done dumber things in dreams. Magnolia, my name is Magnolia Bensforth.

The wind is knocked out of you as you seemingly fall and the void gives way to something of substance.
The same dark hue still remain but now there is some sort of matter that you now rest on.
It seems to be akin to hard packed soil and yet as you try to dig your fingers in, it is as hard and smooth as cut marble.

Welcome Magnolia.
As you can see, with your name alone your realm already has begun to  take shape.
It will further grow, but in order to do so I must know more about you.
Now...

Magnolia, what do you aspire to?

[Morphimus]

You aspire to make the world a kinder place, one step at a time.

[Eversor]

Aspire for GLORY....to be REMEMBERED!

[Fish]

Honestly, making the world a better and kinder place sounds pretty rad. But you'd also like to look cool while doing so, since that sounds like it'd be a lot of fun.

[wanderingstoryteller]

The Voice's question hangs in the air.
How many times have you been asked that...
Parents
Guidance Counselors
Professors
It took you most of your undergrad years just to finally tack down a major

What have you aspired to?

"I'm not really sure"

You wish you could change the topic...but you don't really know how to steer the conversation with an other worldly voice.

There is no need to feel stress. If you do not have an answer, then it is not my place to extract one.
However without an answer your realm will remain incomplete
I can move on to the next question, but unless you have some semblance of aspiration, you will be left in cold darkness.

You look around and see the dark hills stretch into the horizon, and feel the chill hardness of the ground you lie on.
Your mind races, you think of anything and just let the words come out.

"I want it to be better"
"The world that is...I want to make the world kinder, to let people know they don't need to be awful just to get ahead."
"I want to be able to show people a better way."

So you wish to lead?

"What? No. Yes. I don't know"
"I don't know how I'd do it, but I just want to be working towards a kinder world and I'm tired of the assholes being the ones who get all the airtime."
"So, yeah, I guess I want to stick out. I want to be remembered for being one of the good ones, and for doing great things, not just another wet blanket"

It is rare that I meet someone so earnest.
Thank you for that.

With that the world springs to life. The once jet black hills begin to lighten as blades of grass begin to stipple from the soil.
At first it it looks akin to a Monet, but quickly the scene comes together.
A forest lush with Cedars and Maples
A babbling book with fish darting about
A rocky basalt outcropping bearing stunning hexagonal pillars

All around you a stunning vista of pristine nature appears.
The wildlife seems to barely take notice as you see a team of ducks fly just a few feet overhead.

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My apologies for any duress that may have been caused
though as you can see, by making your aspirations known, you have brought such stunning life to this realm

We will have much more to talk about in the future, but for now I have one last question.

If given the power to achieve those dreams: What would you do with it?

[Morphimus]

Do everything you can. What else?

[wanderingstoryteller]

"Well that's easy. If I had that sort of power I'd get stuff done."
"I mean, I wouldn't take over the world, but I could actually get something done, rather than just sitting on the sidelines."

You take a step forward, puffing out your chest.
Grass and pebbles meet the soles of your feet and your display of confidence is somewhat hampered as you slip slightly, the grass seems to be covered in dew.

That is all well and good but it is still rather vague.
How do you intend to "get stuff done"
Will you do it by force, would you smite someone in your way.
Will you win them over with sugared words?
Browbeat them?
Fascinate them?
Bloody them?

"Wow, you really don't mince words..."
"I mean, I'd like this to play out like some indie game...but sometimes you do need to show force."
"I'd rather be able to talk someone out of it, lead them towards a peaceful resolution...but sometimes they want to throw hands and you need to be ready."

So you would not be willing to remain a pacifist?

You look all around and scrunch up your face.

"I think that's a bit unfair. I'd like to think myself a pacifist. But there are some people out there who aren't willing to back down."
"Sometimes you need to be ready to end a fight if someone starts it..."

I see. This is all very illuminating.
You will be an interesting one indeed.
Keep this place in your heart, for now it is a place that is yours and yours alone.
May you carry light in your heart and soul...
and become someone worth singing legends about.

The world spins and a buzzing fills your ears. A voice calls through the sounds of nature as everything whites out.

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"Looks like another rainy one today Kingsport!"
"You might want to break out the sump pumps, because it looks like we'll have rain 'til the end of the week."
"For now lets turn it over to Tears for Fears as we start the '80's at 8."

Your alarm clock is blaring some old 80's pop as the bucolic field fades into memory.
It seems you fell asleep in your textbook, luckily you got a used one that has a bit of plush to it, though it looks like that drool stain probably ruined your chance of reselling this.
Between the poor sleeping arrangement, the sound of a keyboard synth, and that weird dream you are at a bit of a loss.

How should you start your morning, Magnolia?

[Fish]

You def don't need to worry about your clothes, you set them out on a chair the night before. You should probably wash your face and mentally prepare yourself for the day, though!

[numbers]

1, 2, oatmeal

[Morphimus]

Drink your daily cup of milk and sugar with a tiny bit of coffee in it.

[wanderingstoryteller]

You stand up as your back disapproves of the motion with a senate of pops and crackles
Perhaps you should spring for a new chair? The bargain model from OfficeSmart just isn't cutting it.
Your bed is currently acting as your second desk, with the day's clothes laid out along with your bag.

It's early...ish, you remember that you need to be present for a lab but you should be able to get there with some time to spare.

Currently you reside in a communal house. It's an old colonial, which means a whole bunch of windows, and the heat retention of a Disney World parka
Your roommates should still be asleep, most of them are undergrads, the only other grad is Billie and she usually sleeps in today.
As you shamble down to the kitchen, the floor boards creak, seemingly agreeing with your aching back.
Checking the pantry it seems that all that is left is two packets of peaches and cream oatmeal. That should hold you over 'til lunch.

You pull out the oatmeal, and put a kettle on to boil.
As it heats up, you head back upstairs to rinse your face and get dressed.
You're just about done as the kettle squeaks for a moment before going silent.

Curious as to why it was cut short, you jog back downstairs to see Billie pouring the boiling water into a bowl.

Billie has been a close friend since you first met in college.
An impressive 6'1'' with shoulder length platinum blonde hair. She is a theatre geek who is currently going through law school.
You suspect she enjoys studying law so she can best understand how to circumvent it. She tends to be the devil on your shoulder, but she is never malicious about it.
However she seems to have taken the last of the oatmeal.

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"Sup?"

"Uhhhh, that was the last of the peaches and cream..."

"Relax, Maggie I only stole the water, your oatmeal is over there. I tapped into my own reserve."

"You have a reserve..."

"Only way I can keep the Cinnamon Roll to myself"
"Want some coffee"

"Sure"

You begin to dig in as Billie slides you a mug that is barely 1/4 full

"Feel free to pollute it to your heart's content."

"...just because I won't drink it black."

Grabbing the cream from the fridge, you go to the sugar jar to correct your coffee.

"You're drinking a warm coffee flavored milkshake"

All eyes are on the mug that is now almost filled to the brim, and is a slight tan.
Billie, lets out a friendly chuckle

"Hey, you do you. It's just coffee anyways."

She raises her mug

"All hail the bean juice"
You both say as you take a swig and laugh

"We really should do breakfast more often, we used to do it so often..."
"Why ARE you awake so early?

Billie pauses, laughs slightly, then trails off

"You're serious?"

Worry settles in as you wait for the punchline.

"Maggie...it was Daylight Savings yesterday. It's not 9AM, it's 10..."

Well, that's unfortunate Maggie...looks like you need to get to the campus for that lab in just under a half hour...