A Self-Study Within A Broken Mind

I came back the next day, in the morning. As my computer demanded a restart for updates, I turned to the writing device only to find it less useful in forgetting the world exists around me. I figured I would check on Kara and Lila’s progress of removing me from Tarne, but was that really what I wanted? It was a chance to embody an actual woman, learn everything women had to go through as they grew up. Maybe it was a safety net for my soul when I would leave my own world. That still did not explain who Tarne really was when I was not there. From what I knew of that body, she was my type of human. I had nothing between my legs extra, from the times I had been around for Lila changing my diaper, but no opening on the upper back like Lila’s kind as far as I knew. The fact that I was diapered was clearly because I was a human child. I vaguely recalled Lila saying something about how her kind does not defecate, only compact and incinerate all food waste prior to it leaving the body. I arrive...

“I wish I could see it snow just one more time,” she said. Her skin was pale white in the cloudy sky. Was she becoming a part of it already? I didn’t want her to go. We were on the roof of a building, standing on the ledge, two lost causes. My heart raced, but she just smiled at me. The white light coming from behind the clouds made everything tinted, highlighted with a milky notion. “Maybe we’re both portal walkers,” she suggested. “Wouldn’t that be great? We’d just wake up in new bodies at the moment of impact, live anew somewhere strange.” “Maybe,” I replied looking down toward the street. Nobody could see us yet. “But we’re dying anyway. I don’t know if even that would heal us.” “At least we’ll be together,” she said as a droplet formed at her left eye and begun a journey down to her pale lips. I didn’t believe her. The moment we hit the sidewalk, we would be alone in the dark, like I was before she showed up. It was about time that hesitation hit me. My feet were getting tired of ...

Our story opens onto four characters in dire peril. They consist of a wizard farmer, a gemstone princess, a prince of naught, and a cursed unicorn. They are surrounded by two kingdoms, one of smoke, and the other of light. The conflict they are caught up in, is that of countries at war. The prince is of the smoke, while the princess is of the light, but this isn’t a love story. Armed with a broken sword and accompanied by two mischievous fairies, the unlikely bunch seek to escape unscathed. “Can’t you like… magic us somewhere?” Zefor asked scanning the open field between the armies intent on fighting. “You mean teleport, and no,” Rafal replied. “It would take too much power to get the big one ported. Sorry, Faelor.” “I could blind them all with my horn’s glow,” the unicorn suggested. “And how long do you think that’ll last?” Zefor asked. “I don’t know, ask your eyes from the last time I did it,” the unicorn said. “I can make it really bright.” “Relax,” the wizard said, pulling out a g...