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She found herself in the remnants of a destroyed city, staring down a large turquoise creature, not human. It looked as if it was made of clay as it wept real tears from what would be presumed as its eyes. Its strange, lumpy body growing and splitting into more creatures, humanoid but incredibly strange and contorted. All she could do was lay there weakly, paralyzed from fear as she saw the creatures corner an orange figure and one that looked almost like herself, approach her. It spoke.
“Why did you come back for her?”
She couldn’t speak.
“You left us. Don’t you remember… Realism?”
A loud sound rang inside her head. No, to the left of her head.
Eyes slowly opening as her body shifts up, finding herself in her bed, shuffling to find her phone and turn the alarm off. Once she had that solved, she sighed and held her head. “You know.” A voice spoke, it wasn't her own, yet one she knew annoyingly well. “You don’t *need* sleep anymore, You could be using that time to hunt witches.” The white beady eyed creature just sat on her windowsill, staring blankly waiting for a response from the girl.
Sitting there in silence for a moment, she eventually found the words to speak. “Ah.. I know I just.. I was hoping to get some good rest for once.” She stood up from her bed, grabbing a hairbrush from her nightstand as the small creature jumped onto her shoulder. Brushing her hair as she spoke. “I’ve been seeing more magical girls around.. I presume that is your doing?” After a moment of thought, the creature responded. “It is. You don’t have a problem with it, do you?”
“Not exactly.” As she spoke, the creature tilted its head. “Oh?” She paused from brushing her hair. “The dream I had, I saw something strange. It looked like a witch but… It was eerily similar to one of the new recruits…” The white creature thought for a second. “I have to assume it was only a fabrication of your mind, but if it would help you, maybe you should go talk to her about it?” She barely responded, just a simple ‘hm.’ as she finished readying herself for the day.
6 HOURS PASS.
She had been following the trail of a witch for a while now, finally coming upon its labyrinth, her own soul gem had fogged up quite a bit, running through the labyrinth she saw a girl just barely fighting off strange masked familiars, kicking them away as they drew closer. But it wasn’t any girl, it was *her*, the girl eerily similar to the corrupted figure in her dream. And so, as the familiars drew a bit too close for comfort, Realism leaped in, transforming in an instant as she unsheathed a rapier, fighting off the witches' minions.
“Ah... Thank you!” The girl spoke, staring in awe as Realism fought off the familiars with ease, until they were mostly left alone. “My pleasure. Superstitional Realism, You?” She had tried to put on a confident tone, but she couldn't help but stare into the girl's eyes and think about the dream she had. “I’m… You can just call me Cyan.” Realism smiled “So, Cyan. You wanna take out this witch.” “I..ah..Yeah! But uhm.. my soul gem..” Cyan showed her soul gem to Realism, it was nearly completely fogged up, any further magic usage and it would be the end.
“Well then, you just stick by me. The grief seed is all yours once we deal with the witch.” Realism and Cyan explored deeper into the labyrinth, eventually upon going through door after door, reaching the witch. ᛊᚲᚨᚱᛚᛖᛏᛏ. The Witch of Fear. A wide grin across her face, teeth spread from ear to ear. A grin which was quickly interrupted as Realism leaped towards her, slicing at her with her blade. She fought the witch off continuously, always glancing at her soul gem to see it only getting more and more foggy, before eventually dealing the final blow to the witch, wiping the sweat off her brow, she collected the grief seed as the labyrinth collapsed.
“Here, you get first dibs.” She handed the grief seed to Cyan, she took it and held it to her soul gem, the fog clearing up “I.. think it might still be usable.” Cyan said, as she handed the grief seed back to Realism, allowing her to clear her soul gem a bit too, it wasn’t a lot but it was enough to give her a chance to use her magic a bit more. “So, How’d you manage to get that fogged up anyway?” Realism asked, curiously. Sheepishly, Cyan responded “I haven’t been able to get all that many grief seeds, with all the other, stronger magical girls competing for them.”
Realism thought for a moment, she wasn’t able to get many herself either. “Why don’t we work together? It’s not easy on your own, I know that well.” Cyan smiled and nodded her head. “I’d like that.”