I am excited to debut the new contest type that will be added into the rotation!! Prompt Challenges!! 🎉

For these challenges I will give a short story prompt, and you will create a character (or characters) to fit in that world and come up with a little bit of additional story~!

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Feel free to ask me any questions you might have, and chat with the other participants. As always, have fun! ♥

Love the concept! Can't wait to do this one :)

Now this'll be fun. Already have a couple of ideas in mind. Just got to make up my mind how to go about this.

Oh this is such a great idea! I bet you guys come up with the most amazing stories~ 💕

I have to pass on this one tho - my english just isn't good enough for story prompts XD sits down with hot cocoa and waits for all the amazing entries Storytime~

Aw, even if your english isn't great you should definitely try! It would be good practice and if you just do a background for one character then it doesn't have to be super complex. Plus you could always win the raffle~!

lol same :p and writing is my weak point so it’s gonna be extra hard, but I’m gonna try at this :)

imma separate my entry :) winter pixie: Outfit Not Found my HA is the ruler of all the pixies living in the frozenland. Together with her companions, many creatures she owned since when she was a kid will aid them in the battle of keeping their land secure. Spring fairy: Outfit Not Found she lived in a cave in the mountains. She’s also the ruler of the glow in the dark butterflies, since the cave is dark. She’s currently ordering the butterflies jobs of preparing for the season. Since it’s their season, they’ll be going out more making flowers bloom and seeds sprout telling everyone that spring is here.

Outfit Not Found Flora loves EVERYTHING about flowers. She loves to bring them to life and watch them bloom and grow. She and her sister Beira may only appear at different times of the year but they go hand in hand. Their parents were the same, their mother a lover of spring and their father a lover of ice and snow. They seemed to get along well as do these two sisters. Outfit Not Found One might think Beira had a cold personality. Really it was far from the truth. She brings snow but she also brings warm cocoa, so when it is cold out you can cuddle by the fire with a nice cup of joe. She loves her sister more than anything just not her pollen and flowers she brings along. Luckily between their seasons they get together to celebrate the ending and beginning on their seasons every year.

Outfit Not Found If you think pixies are tiny pretty creatures it's because you haven't meet Camillo yet. Being a primal Winter Pixie, he is made of solid ice, with no space inside for a heart or a soul. Camillo will fight to keep winter going, he adores how he can freeze things to death, including Spring Fairies. He is going for their heads, literally, to keep winter sovereign over all other seasons.

Outfit Not Found Antonietta is part of the recent brigade of the warrior spring faeries. Years ago the exchange of season was peaceful, was beautiful, they all lived in harmony and each group of seasonal creatures knew when was the time for them to hibernate until their services was needed again. But then the Winter Pixies attacked. Vicious, violent, they wanted to take over all the seasons. That is when the special brigade is created. The strongest, most prepared Spring faeries were designed to fight those who dare to disturb the harmony. Antonietta was the first volunteer, always feeling like she needed more action in her life. Strong, intelligent, full of talents, she is the leader of the resistance against the rebellious pixies.

Here is my entry!

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This is Ceres (I'm not so original with names), the Harvest Fairy. She rules over the cycle of rebirth and nourishes and grows the seeds of decay leftover from winter. She is the patron of farmers and blesses their lands, sending tiny sprites to assist the farmers.

However, she knows that with life, comes death. The leaves must brown, the living must eventually die. She must kill what she has created.

Oh, I love the concept. This time is hardest than the last contest. I've some issues with English because I speak Spanish, but I think I can give it a try :)

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Well, I've decided to participate with two entries, one for a Winter Pixie and another one for a Spring Fairy. Their stories are for separate. Here I go!

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After the seasonal Oracle misstated the start of spring to both the spring fairies and winter pixies giving them them overlapping times a battle broke out where both sides thought they were completely justified. The seasonal Oracle apologized and retired, but the battle went on. Commander Fluffy Tops and Commander Slow Melt are once again trying for a successful negotiation in the peace talks, but they have fallen apart before.
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(pre-warning I'm not a great writer and I had to do this very briefly)

Aspen is a reluctant warrior for the winter faeries, drafted into the war between his people and the spring faeries. Propaganda speaks badly of their spring counterparts, depicting them as evil, manipulative liars who will stop at nothing to make the next spring an eternal one. He isn't so sure, after all they all looked and seemed so nice bringing in the the new season behind them. Very friendly. But his nation has decided to halt spring so he knows must protect that decision, that is, until during his night watch, a little spring fairy tries to infiltrate his base. Setting off the alarms other guards assemble all attempting to defeat the intruder. She escapes, though not unharmed. The other guards are cocky, all deciding to leave her to die, so the job to find her is his. Quietly following the trail of blood, he finds her in a small alcove speaking into a magical pool. He decides to eavesdrop, through which he learns that the war isn't exactly what the winter faeries want them to think. He approaches Dahlia, placing his weapon on the ground as a sign he means no harm. She doesn't seem to trust him but allows him near. He mends her wounds while explaining what the winter faeries are being told, she tells him, in return, the truth of the war. Together they concoct a plan to end this war. Reveal the truth and cause an uprising. To do this they head to the home of the spring faeries, what once was a constant spring was now beginning to see the beginnings of winter. Through the general they obtained permission to hack into the live broadcast planned to be seen by nearly every winter fairy family and blast magically recorded conversations between the head spring and winter fairy councils showing the truth. With a quick winter fairy makeover done by Aspen, they both are able to sneak in and uncover the winter council's plot. Within a few months the citizen winter faeries take over and spring is back. Aspen returns home, expecting to feel happy to see his parents and siblings, but as much as he had missed them while at war, he found that he was missing a certain spring fairy more. He goes to his mother, confused by his feelings, and after they talk she has him on the way back to meet his spring fairy, who along the way, happened to be heading to him to do the same.

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making stories isnt really my thing, but i'm entering because i love ur contests ;*

This battle isn't about good vs evil. Private Outfit Winter pixies fight for the deep, frigid winter night. They don't know the cold and they don't know death; why would you care about something that doesn't apply to you? They fight because winter is just the way they prefer it. They spend the summer nights sleeping and now is their time to play.

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Here's my entry. I see you like Critical Role also! I'm on the first campaign still since I started it this year. The podcast is fun to listen too :)

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Luxomb enjoyed the freshly fallen snow when the sun was gone into the belly of the world. Now the moon could shine and create all sorts of light and shadow for her to play in. Slowly raising her bow to the strings of her violin, she let the music take over. A haunting melody emerged winding it's way around Luxomb and playfully intertwined with the falling snow coming from the sky. The snowflakes danced around with the melody and lightly floated down onto the already covered ground. Luxomb would miss all of this if the Fae won the battle. She wasn't a fighter, but for this...looking around at the beautiful snow and ice... she would fight for. Sighing, she continued with the melody and walked back toward where she lived. Snowflakes danced around her and the melody slowly disappeared behind a snow covered hill.

YES! I love critical role! You should join my critter group! I haven't posted about it or done anything with it yet, but I have plans~

Private Outfit The fluttering woods of the Ember Court hummed with excitement. Every waking Spring Faerie had gathered under the branches to hear the equinox declaration, and the beat of their gossamer wings only added to the noise of their murmurs.

[I]Who among them would be selected as envoys?[/I] [I]Who would draw the flames and march upon the craggy holds of the[/i] Aurora Court to serenade the start of Spring?

A wizened old sprite stood in the center of the forest with tired mirth tugging at his features. As the Minister of Flames, he had overseen this ritual for a hundred years, and he was ready to pass the title and role on to the young granddaughter at his side, Tine, once this session concluded. The traditional garb already fit her well, and she looked the very image of her mother, long dead and yet never forgotten.

He coughed to clear his throat and the voices gradually fell silent. Now certain that his own voice would carry, he raised his head high and began to speak. "My people, on this day the waxing of the Winter Ways has reached the turning point! Come! Lay your heart bare and sing forth the Embers of Renewal, and if you are chosen, carry the torch with pride and hope!"

They cheered, a rolling wave of noise.

He turned to the ancient circle of stones at his back and the gray ashes encircling equally ancient coals. Three leaves had already been placed as tinder. He only had to close his eyes and sing, and when he had finished, the leaves were aglow- they were ready.

One by one, the Spring Faeries approached, and they too sang to the leaves, awaiting the moment when they would ignite and breath life into the coals. Each stood a moment after their voice had quieted and waited on baited breath for a response, yet each was denied, left to retreat and allow another forward.

And so the hours passed.

With a thousand songs sung and not one response, their elation began to fall. How the Embers are choosy this year!

With two thousand, a fear began to grow. Have we failed in some way?

And with three thousand and the last Spring Faerie had been turned away, a cold dread had seized their hearts. What will become of us if none can defy the Aurora Court's hold this year?

"This is unprecedented," the Minister of Flames whispered. Only he and Tine remained of their folk, and the ritual was not meant to respond to those who oversaw tradition.

To his surprise, his granddaughter stepped forward and knelt, and she closed her eyes and held her hands forward, and she began to sing her own song with a voice as gentle and sweet as a nightingale. Her voice carried amidst the whispers of the people, What is she...? Could she possibly...? Look, do you see? The Embers have chosen her!

Heat blossomed beneath her hands. Leaves and coals burned with a faint red flame dancing to the tune of her voice. When her song was done, she opened her eyes and beheld the blazing fire, the growing, uncertain cheering of the other faeries. Is one alone enough? We have no other choice. She was chosen! She can do it!

"Tine..." her grandfather murmured.

She looked to him with an unwavering smile. "If I must go alone, I have no fear, grandfather. The Embers of Renewal have placed their trust with me."

Private Outfit "This is such a dangerous idea," the queen of the Winter Monarchy mused from the tall keep at the center of the Aurora Court.

"A fetching idea," insisted her councilor at her side. "You grow weary of these stuffy conditions, yes?"

She brushed back the glittering curls of hair from her wide blue stare and looked upon the soldier's uniform laid out before her on the table. At a glance, she could tell it was no different from what her troops wore, and the dark thrill of being so vulnerable left her wings quivering and her antennae sagging over her ears. Such irresponsible, reckless risk. Mmm. Her lips parted into a wide blue grin.

"I think I shall accept your notion. You may go." She ran her fingers over the glacial-amethyst armor with wicked delight.

"Of course, Lady Nix. But if I may offer a last suggestion?"

Queen Nix looked around at him with a hint of strength returning to her antennae. "What more?"

The councilor grinned and gestured toward the frigid staff at rest beside her throne. "Take the wellspring, Winter Mourn, with you, of course. If word ever reached the ears of your Summer cousins that you were on the front lines, they would surely rally alongside the Ember Court and invade, and then, why, our own people would have to retaliate and prolong the season until a victor is crowned." He turned away and made his path toward the door, and so missed the way her eyes grew darker and her expression sharpened even further, the way that she found herself breathing harder.

"Is that where you go now? Should I hasten my adventure, Asta?" Yet the bite in her tone was more a pleasant snap, and he did not answer her ere the door closed behind him. Nix clicked her tongue against her teeth at his daring. To first plant this notion into her head, and then tempt her with capture, with bedlam.

She would rebuke him at length when she returned, unless he could imagine something better than a war, and what better entertainment might there be than that after all of these years of negotiation and peace? Just maybe she would reward him instead.

She disrobed, finding the brisk air much fresher without the layers of royal armor and garb constricting her motions, and the new uniform was so much lighter, so much freer. As her fingers twined about Winter Mourn, Queen Nix felt the thrill redouble. This shall be fun.

to be continued... EDIT 4/22: This evolved into its own little thing, so I'll have fun expanding on it after the contest wraps. Kudos to everyone who managed to offer self-contained stories!

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I decided to write a story so it may be a bit long... entering for the pair.

Rhiannon & Aspen: a lost tale of love

Long ago before the seasonal wars began there were once four royal houses. Each house held power over a particular season.

The house of Winter was bestowed to the pixie clan Boreas. The house of Summer was bestowed to the pixie clan Notos. The house of Autumn was bestowed to the fairy clan Zephyrus. Lastly, House of Spring was bestowed to the fairy clan Eurus.

As seasons changed and years passed by the summer and winter clans would intermarry and the autumn and spring clans as well. Until only pixies and fairies remained with fairy clan Eurus and pixie clan Boreas.

And this my dear ones is where the story begins... a tale of love in a world that would never understand. A battle for power of all seasons that neither of the two lovers wanted.

There were two beautiful princesses who were from clashing families you see, a clash that would come with a high price being paid...

Princess Aspen of clan Boreas was a loving, shy pixie princess of Winter. She took her duties as princess seriously and counselled her older brother. The elder boy would one day take the role of clan head. But despite her genuine nature as a dutiful sister and princess, Aspen also held a deep secret that no one knew. What went unnoticed by many was that Aspen would sneak away during every solstice and equinox of every year. She snuck away to be with the love of her life. It was these times of year when each clans power was at their weakest and a seize fire would be called.

Aspen's biggest secret of all though... well... she was deeply in love with the princess of the fairies. This warm little princess was Rhiannon. A wild girl who was always flitting about the meadows without a care in the world. One who was never afraid to speak her mind. She could be both warm and cool, but never to the depth that was Aspen. It was these characteristics that Aspen loved most. Rhiannon could never be tamed. Afterall, how could you tame spring and all of its growth or fall and all of its bountiful harvests?

Aspen knew.

She knew that all it took was a simple kiss. Aspen held the powers of harsh cold and heat. With these powers, she would tease Rhiannon with a kiss that was icy cold to the touch but warmed quickly thereafter. Leaving Rhiannon with a face as red as a freshly blossomed red rose.

They would dance in the meadow of seasons laughing together. Swim in the cooled water of the springs. Sleep together under the sun and moon. They loved each other in ways no one would understand. A bond that ran deeper than anyone could ever know.

But they also knew the dangers of this love. A love that would not only leave them cast away but possibly worse... Rhiannon could not fathom losing her snowy lover. Nor could Aspen fathom losing her harmonious warmth that was Rhiannon. And so the girls laid staring up at the sky giggling. Unbeknownst to them, the malevolent shadows grew near.

What the girls did not know, however, was that they were followed. That their clans knew more about the girls' secret love affair than they had let on. The king of spring knew of his daughter's trips just as the clan heads of winter knew of Aspen's. While the king held compassion for the girls, the clan heads of winter held none.

The king had ridden out to take the girls to safety. He hoped that by taking them to safety it would leave a legacy where the pixies and fairies may live in peace. The girls would thus unify the seasons in the name of love and end the dreaded wars of past.

Sadly... the king came too late.

As he rode into the meadow of seasons... a scene of horror laid before him in the middle. There was Aspen and Rhiannon, frozen to death holding each other. Positioned in such a way that showed they had tried to protect each other the best they could. The king in shock fell off of his horse and into the muds of autumn. He looked at the frozen lifeless bodies of both Aspen and Rhiannon. The king of spring, a now broken father, crawled to the bodies unsure of what to feel. He held both girls close in his arms. The king had always felt love should never be snuffed out by hate. As he sat shaking in despair he agonized over what to do next. He felt that their love should be remembered. And so With the tears of mourning and a whispered prayer he pleaded with the elders of past seasons.

The king you see could not bring the girls back to life but the elders had power greater than his own. The elders of seasons past had heard his plea and did what they could. With the combined powers of the seasons the elders transformed Aspen into a white fox. And then they transformed Rhiannon into a kaleidoscope of butterflies.

The king of spring with tears sliding down his face, bowed at the elders' compassion. The meadow of seasons would forever be home to the winter white foxes and the rainbow butterflies. Forever chasing each other in happiness and to never be parted from each other again.

For you see love is powerful in all of its forms. From the past to the present. From parent to child. From lovers of all kinds. Love transcends hate and lives on forever. The wars may carry on but the love in one's heart should never fade.

The end

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The changing of the seasons is a delicate business, like aligning the gears of a clock, or the perfectly matching steps of a complex dance.
They had been dance partners since the beginning of time. They would meet in the moments when winter faded into spring--a brush of the fingertips, a whispered word. But when the war began, those moments faded away: the sunset colors slipping from a nighttime sky.
And still, she had to see him, so she dressed herself in white rags stolen from fallen Winter warriors, and snuck across the battlefront. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment all was well, the seasonal gyroscope hovering in balance-- until he called out to the officers "A spy," and she was dragged away, just another casualty in this eternal war.

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Spring fairy:

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Lyn was a happy and carefree spring fairy. Much like her kin, she loved the spring time - the weather would grow warmer, flowers would bloom in all different colors and aromas, and life would emerge everywhere. But unlike her people, she never cared too much for work or responsibilities. Sure spring was a beauty... as long as it was as somebody else's job.

And what a job it was! The spring fairies would work non-stop the entire season nurturing every plant, opening each flower, helping each animal and caring for the world, so that things were as smooth as possible during summer time. So much work!! Lyn got tired just to think about it, so she chose to live her life to the fullest, always having fun and making herself happy all year long. She would play, dance and sing, and like any good fairy, play tricks on others. It wasn't uncommon to fairies to prank other beings, but Lyn was specially bad at it.

One particular bad joke almost cost the tiny fairy's life haven't a winter pixie interceeded in her behalf, saving her life. Unfortunately, the pixie wasn't so lucky herself, perishing in the process. Lyn was sad and ashamed of her actions, but that wouldn't be enough to pay for her mistakes for the dead pixie was no other then the Winter Queen herself.

** The last days of winter were always the hardest - the snow would start to melt, so there would always be small accidents all around. The winter pixies would work like crazy, trying to make sure everyone was alive and well, specially the smallest ones.

Alma, the beloved Winter Pixies's princess, had been securing the tress of the nearest forest all night, so when the last winter patrol was ready to go out, her mother ordered her to stay at home. She was tired from the past days, so she gladly accepted the order and stepped down so her mother could go instead - the Winter Queen was older, sure, but still very much capable os handling things in the field.

But when the hours passed and there was no sigh the party, the winter pixie began to worry. The other pixies tried to easy her mind, but they were also anxious, and soon enough the entire place was imerse in a in complete and dark silence.

The party arrived at sunrise. Alma rushed to meet her mother, but her relief turned into despair soon enough: less then a third of the soldiers had survived, and the queen wasn't amongst them. As the scout reported the ordeal, the princess couldn't believe his words. A Spring Fairy... A prank gone wrong... Alma felt as she was sinking into the ground, until a glimpse of her mother's lifeless body brought her back to earth with a shrill scream. Her pain filled every pixie's heart in the land, and all of them answered their ruler's call.

Heartbroken and enraged due such reckless behaviour, the new Winter Pixie Queen took over the trone with a single desire: to make winter last forever.

The world would be forever reminded of her people's strength and power, even if she had to kill each and every fairy alive.