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Dream Journal, Entry 1

On the front page, the word “Diary” is crossed out and scribbled over, and written hastily above it are the words “dream journal”

 “Keep a journal by your bed so when you wake up you can write down as much as you can remember.” Thats what she said, so thats what this is: a dream journal now.  It was not working out well as a diary anyway so there is that too.  And since the dreams have started to come more maybe this will be better.  I can hardly remember much of them by the time I wake except that damned tree and the miasma

 And more voices too! Female voices, and the same voice too but doing different things.  And the song, always the song.

 There is a long break, before more writing on the second half of the page, somewhat more sloppy and hastily written…

 They were there again. In the dark miasma.  The two voices had shadows too.  One was standing pointing here and there and shouting. There was a noise like those sirens the Garleans use, and she said something about bringing up shields.  I looked to the other side of the tree, and another shadow was sitting.  She was crying; I could tell it was the same voice, but she seemed built different. There was a low rumble of thunder as well – it was raining while she cried.  I don’t know what she was crying about.

Conflux, Pt. 9

Anafenza was still gawking in awed silence when the three women stepped off the lift and onto the main control room of the ship – the “bridge,” the Commander had called it – as the other officers sat at their positions, preparing the ship’s systems to send them home.

Ana had since changed into a similar jumpsuit as the Commander, though it was completely black with no special color.  She’d tried to ask for pink, but that wasn’t an actual color for a uniform.  Still, she had the top off, the arms tied around her waist, and was sporting a pink “sports bra” the Commander had decided to compromise on and allow her to wear.  The badge with her linkpearl pressed to the center was pinned on one of the sleeves around her waist.

She moved along one side of the bridge, stopping behind a Miqo’te man seated there.  “This is Lt. M’Ral, my operations officer.  He’s tying our chronometric sensors to the transporter in hopes that we can send you to your appropriate time periods using the residual aether…”

“He’s a Miqo’te!” Anafenza exclaimed in surprise, smiling wide.

The three others looked at her in surprise.  M’Ral looked slightly confused, then shook his head.  “Er, no.  I’m a Caitian…I’m not sure what a Miqo’te is…”

Anafenza bit her lip and shook her head.  “Sorry…it’s a race on my world.  You look…very similar…”

The man nodded.  “That is alright; I’m not offended.”  He pointed on the screen.  “Right now, there is a large flow of this ‘aether’ that we are still able to detect.  It is branching from a central location along three distinct paths.  We’re working out how to use those paths to transport you to those physical locations…”

A woman in a blue-shouldered uniform stepped forward.  She had a pattern of spots that went from her temples down her neck.  “And we’re using this ship’s chronometric navigational scanners to help transport you to your proper times.”

The Commander nodded. “Ladies, this is Nizeri Sano, my science officer.  And…yeah, that’s the plan we’re developing.  It’s nothing we’ve ever tried or even considered trying before…”

“And if it fails?” Stormy asked.

Sano shook her head.  “We would maintain our lock and pull you back to Rafale.  You’d be stranded here most likely…”  She tapped the panel on the wall, bringing up a new display for the women to look at. It showed the aether trails, ending at three distinct dots.  “Right now our present location, Earth, and your world are equidistant from one another…both in space and in time.  This is a phenomenon that just…should not be possible.  That all three of you would also be existing and have these connections, and wander to these specific locations at the same time is…a once in a lifetime experience.  But…” She tapped the display, and it began to move, showing a passage of time.  “We are drifting out of this sync phase.  The longer we go without executing this plan, the greater the risk of you not making it home.  If we don’t do this by tomorrow night…”

“Then we’re stranded in your universe,” Stormy finished.  Her face fell, her excitement now crashing with a reality of not getting home. Anafenza felt a similar pain in her chest at the thought of not making it home.

The Commander must have noticed this.  She smiled a little, then patted them both on the back.  “Well, if we only have till tomorrow night, let’s go celebrate.  C’mon; we’ll go to Hurricane Hal’s.”

Another journal entry...

It’s funny, I think Kiratai told me once, the more you practice something, the easier it becomes.  It was when he was teaching me how to read and write in this tongue - and he was right.  He usually is.  The more I read, the easier it became.  The more I practiced speaking, the easier it came to me.

I haven’t spoken hingan in   kami be good, it’s been a few summers since.  The steppe was different, I could slide into my natural tongue like sliding down a cool riverbank.  Hingan was never my tongue, but I had to learn it with Aruktai.

Anzu introduced me to a visitor, a new friend.  The poor girl was struggling with eorzean     Anzu knew how to speak, and asked if I did, too.  I expected I’d have to knock off a lot of rust

It was like someone else took over.  The first ten minutes I had to concentrate on the words, really think about how to speak again, and then after that?  It was as if it hadn’t been years since I last spoke it.

I wonder, sometimes, how much truth was in Kiratai’s words, and how much that there is something different happening

The dreams have continued - the song sounding so much more desperate as it invades my mind.  Images of a barren world   bathed in light    a great pain to the dark tree I see planted in the center of my thoughts - but what does it all mean?

I need to ask someone if they know what it could mean.  Could I still be suffering from when

Magus Musings: Week 1

We here at Mysterium have decided to try something new! Welcome to Magus Musings! To get our creative juices flowing (and yours!) we’ve decided to post a weekly FFXIV themed writing prompt. A new prompt will go live each Monday and you will have a week to respond with a drabble, short story, poem, letter, or anything, really. I know we said writing prompt, but if your muse wants a series of screenshots, then, by all means, do that. We want to see everything you come up with and get to know your characters a little better. 

This is open to all members of the FFXIV community not just those who are members of Mysterium. So, if a prompt strikes your fancy, get creative! Just don’t forget to use the tag #magusmusings! We want to see (and like and reblog) all of your amazing work!

Happy writing!

Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.

Kate Jacobs (via quotemadness)

Conflux, Pt. 10

“A tavern…on the ship. I’m not sure the ships of Limsa have a dedicated area to drink.  Granted, pirates tend to just drink wherever…”

The Commander chuckled and took a sip of her drink.  “Do you always talk so much when you’re nervous?”

Stormy giggled, while Anafenza just tilted her head.  “I’m…I’m sorry?”

“You’re in an unknown place, drinking after your life was in danger, on the eve of your life either being in more danger or the threat of you being stranded.  It’s ok to be scared.”  She took another drink.  “We are too…”

Ana just shook her head. “I think I’m more just overwhelmed. I’d imagined other worlds, and I’ve heard stories but…this experience?  Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I’d meet other aspects of myself.  Or, rather…” She paused, frowning and looking away. “You’re not me.”

The women looked at each other with concerned expressions.  Stormy finally reached forward, putting a hand softly on Ana’s back. “I…don’t think that’s true.”

“I’m not Jessika. Jessielle.  Whatever her name was, she was the missing aspect of you, not me.” Anafenza shook her head.  “I feel…guilty that I denied you the opportunity to meet her.”

The Commander shook her head.  “That may be…but you’re you.  And you still have that piece of her inside you that connects you to us.  You’re one of us now.”

Stormy smiled and nodded, then wrapped her arms around the smaller auri and hugged her tight.  “And we’re going to miss you a lot.  I wish we could have gotten to know each other better.” She let go of Anafenza with a small giggle.  “Without the threat of looming erasure from existence hanging over our heads.”

Anafenza and the Commander rolled their eyes.  Ana continued.  “I’m serious though…”

“It happened a long time ago,” the Commander countered.  “And you weren’t in control.  It’s sad, and I won’t lie, we both didn’t want to trust you initially.  But, what you did?  The connection you have to us, to your Jessika?  It helped save us.”

Anafenza took a drink. “I wish I knew how to control it all better.”  She shook her head.  “She was a warrior.  She could use these powers.  And then the two of you.”  She nodded to the Commander.  “Captain of a…a ship in space.  A leader, in the middle of a war, protecting your people.  And you,” she put her hands on top of Stormy’s wrapped around her and squeezed.  “You can make it rain wherever you please.  You’re a hero, protecting the innocent.”  She shook her head.  “I bake sweets and cook breakfasts.  The last time I tried to pick up a sword, I no longer felt as if it were an extension of me. I feel off balance…”

“What, that large sword you were holding in the cave?”

Anafenza glanced over her shoulder at the blue woman.  “I beg your pardon?”

“When you allowed more aether to flow out of you,” the Commander continued for Stormy.  “A large sword appeared from nowhere in your hands. We assumed it was part of this aether you store, connected to your Jess.”

Anafenza shook her head. “If I did…I didn’t do it by trying. This is news to me.”

The other two women glanced at each other in some confusion.  Finally, Stormy gave the auri girl another quick squeeze, and Ana felt her plant a kiss on the back of her head.  “Maybe it’s this ‘bloodvine’ power you received?  Maybe that’s why normal weapons don’t feel right anymore; because you have a weapon inside you now instead.”  She let Anafenza go so the woman could sit back up, before wrapping an arm around her shoulders and bringing her into a side embrace.  “I’m sure you could learn to use that to help…”

The Commander nodded. “I didn’t exactly earn my command in a traditional sense; I was selfish, trying to protect another ship that had my friends on it.  The rest of the command crew was dead – they’d been killed by, well…it’s hard to explain what they are.”  She blushed apologetically.  “Unless you can imagine zombie-like creatures that are part man, part machine?”

Ana shook her head.  “Not really…”

“The Borg.  It’s not too important; what matters is that, when another ship was in danger, a ship I knew had my two closest friends on it, I risked my ship and the survivors on board to defend my friends.” She shook her head.  “It was stupid, and it went against all sound judgement…but I was rewarded for rescuing that ship.  And I was given the Rafale.”  She sighed. “Sometimes, when we don’t expect to or maybe for the worst of reasons…we find that we have that strength, that power, inside us.  I’m sure you have the same, Anafenza of the Ejinn.”  She smiled encouragingly, raising her glass.  Stormy did the same, and Ana joined after a moment.  “To your future adventures, Ana.  We know you’ll do amazing things.”

Anafenza smiled, grateful. The women tapped their glasses together and then downed the drinks.  Stormy giggled as she put her glass down, then tugged on Anafenza’s hands.  “Let’s go dance, c’mon!”

The Commander watched as they left the quiet confines of the Captain’s “VIP section” of the ship’s bar, otherwise known as “Hurricane Hal’s”. As the doors opened to let them out, the bass and high notes of the electronic music blared in from the outside bar, and she watched the two women join the small gathering of crew on the floor of the Category 7 club.

Streaks of ink and tears...

they were there and I walked in and I panicked and I just walked away to go read in peace

is it not enough that they banish me from their friendship.  but then they insist on taking my refuge from me as well?

i will give my gift this starlight and then i will not burden any of them any longer.  no one wants me here anyway

Yup! :D Anafenza Ejinn, Susaan Kagon, and Wozzeck Brankasch!

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