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I am home and recuperating nicely, so now it's time to move on to this month's challenge! But first, our JanuAUry master list:

Egyptian history

Dynasty 18 / history -- a dynasty does not end (by

taichara)

Gundam

Gundam SEED Astray - Elijah, Veia - 'troubled' (by

kalloway)

Now, on to February's challenge, which is:

Februantasy!

This is the month for all things fantasy. Unicorns and magic, medieval tales of gods and goddesses, anything that uses the very breadth of the imagination to create a fantastical world - it's time to let all that come out and play. Bring out your fantasy, be it fandom or original!

If your work has spoilers, please add an [S] tag to the comment title. If it has mature content, please add an [MA] tag.

This theme challenge will end on February 29th, 11:59 PM Central Standard Time.

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Current Music: Kuroda Michihiro - Bulldog66

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From:

kalloway

With only a single lantern in hand, the Lady Ammeia descended the dark, narrow stairs of her castle on the shore. The sun had not yet painted the sky a single shade, but the goddess did not falter. She knew each step so well that she doubted that she needed the lantern. Her castle was in a constant state of disrepair - stones fallen, windows cracked, wood rotting - but she could not remember if it had ever been any other way. Surely, she had built the castle once, a very long time ago. No one else would have picked such a strange, difficult place to live. There was no road, only water and a small sandy beach bordered by rocks and thick woods.

Ammeia did not think about why she was there. She knew.

She was the Truth of Agassia, after all.

The first streaks of color cut through the sky as she set foot on the cold sand. The mist was already there and waiting for her, thick where the waves lapped gently at the sand. Ammeia set the lantern on the same flat rock she always set it on and after making sure her long, near-colorless hair was still secured back, she went out to grab the mist that she would need.

There were three bodies on the beach, each one on low, flat stones just the right size for Ammeia's work. Three was always enough. Sometimes, her work took years. Her first had taken a decade. These...

Her mistborn Spectirs were her true joy, for she did not Know much of anything about them. They took a tiny bit of her power and did her work in the world, but she did not Know them in the same way that she Knew other things.

The first one was a girl, young like in her early teens, her body still soft and only recently had Ammeia stopped sculpting her. She had baked in long sunsets and was nearly ready to paint. Perhaps Ammeia could start, if she had time, before the sun burned all the mist away. She would paint the girl the colors of spring flowers and bright sunsets. Maybe she would be a surrogate daughter. Ammeia did not know.

She smiled. She did not Know and truly, Ammeia liked surprises.

With a bundle of thick mist beneath one arm like a misshapen pillow, Ammeia slipped to the next body. This one was a woman, half-sculpted and raw, her limbs still somewhat shapeless and her curves undefined. This, Ammeia found frustrating. She longed for the time when she could gently sculpt soft breasts and fine fingers and perfectly curved ears. But for now, she had rough work...

With a bit of a sad glance at the last body - a young man half-painted with darker skin and deep blue hair like the depths of Onala's Ocean - Ammeia knelt and began to work. There would be no painting just yet. Just raw, rough sculpting. Hands, feet, even shoulders...

By the time the sun burned away the last of the loose mist from her fingers, the beach was bright and clear. Ammeia's frustration was gone - she had made good progress, after all - and it was time to go back to the castle and meet the day properly. She already Knew that it would be a busy one. The mist bodies would bake. They would wait until they were ready. And then she would give them a bit of her immortal life and they would do her work in the world...

Ammeia took her lantern from the rock it had been sitting on and after one last look, she started up the beach and toward the stairs.