Phantasma

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Heather
(73159949)
I don't want to fight.
I'm scared.
I don't want to fight.
I want to have a family and enjoy life.
I don't want to fight.
I don't want to be drafted into some bloody war to win money for people I'll never see again.
I don't want to fight.
Maybe I'll be in the same squad as Blossom. Then it won't be so bad.
I don't want to fight.

Ricky
(73037517)
I was born a warrior. I have no parents, no family that I know. I was born shadow, but the only ones who wanted me were ice. Yeah, ice. They saw me, and in me, greatness. They trained me hard, but well. They understood my call to the battlefield and let me go. I'll be in good company though. I won't have to fight alone. I'll have my brothers and sisters by my side. My family.

Tropical
(73163120)
I think they want me as a search-and-rescue unit. Able to fly through a hurricane with ease, brightly colored enough to be easily spotted(yes I'm terrible at hide-and-seek), strong enough to carry a wounded obelisk(hey I'm small for a guardian, ok?), protective enough to not let go. Hopefully I'll be paired with Zazi.

Zazi
(73110506)
They don't want me as a stealth unit. They want me as a high-flying-dangerous-weather-medic-and-messenger unit. Probably because I'm immune to electric shock. If they put me with Tropical, we'll be the perfect storm duo.

Blossom
(73035978)
Short for Cherry Blossom. My mother was a fighter. They thought I should be as well. *sigh*
And yet they named me after a flower.
People confuse me.

Copper
(73152560)
Personally, I'd rather be called Storm. But hey, Copper isn't so bad.
I get along great with Wister; well, as great as I ever will with anyone. Apparently I'm disagreeable. At least enough to make my own family sell me. At least enough to make my new "family" sacrifice me to the Icewarden, my sworn enemy. I've always been a fighter, though. A streetfighter, fistfighter, wrestler; you name it, I've done it.

Pinky
(73226613)
Some say I look like a salmon; others, a breathmint. I don't really know what I look like. I like eating salmon and breathmints though.
They say I'm naïve. What does that even mean?? They say I'm too optimistic. Eh, it probably doesn't matter because I don't care what other people say about me!
They also say nobody wants me. HA! Of course people want me! Otherwise nobody would have bought me! Ah, silly.
I'm kind of the odd one out wherever I go. That is, until Bendek came along. We're sort of inseparable now. They say we're a lot alike.

Soldi
(73324499)
I was sold when I was 46 minutes old.
I had a bright life set before me, a family to call my own, and plenty of lair space to roll around in.
But no.
They're drafting me.
Not that I mind.
To be completely honest with you, I'm kinda excited.
I feel a sort of calling to the battlefield.
Me an' Ricky will be the perfect duo of destruction.
My name is short for 'Soldier'. Sounds about right to me.
My wings are the color of an army jacket: crocodile.
If only my genes were bar, marbled, and stained, I'd have a sweet camo coat.

Wister
(72569961)
I'm told I'm supposed to be the big brother. Right now, I'm still trying to figure out exactly what that means. I'm watching Casino and Soot to see how they handle it. I've learned that little siblings are annoying. I almost can't wait to get exalted if it means getting away from them for a little while.

Nightmare
(73340817)
I was sold within 4 minutes of hatching.
that's gotta be some sort of record.
Don't know who my parents are, but it looks like I'll never find out.
Nightmare; that's my name. And I plan on making it a reality for my sworn enemies: earth and fire.

B̫̣̒̓͡e͆͏̮͕̯̹͈̣w̮̲̥̥̺͎̪ͬ͒̃̎͠a̢̤͉̩̍̅r͈̲̙͙̗̬̃͡ę̰͇̥͉͕͛̆̀ ̲̜̳̜̹̣̦̆̈̾̈͝b̷͚̻̝̒ę̭͍̖̰͗͗w̢͇̻̬͋ͦ̊a̝̘͖͇̖͚̣̲͂ͮ̀ͩ͡ŗ̙̠̜̼̺̈e̴̮͙̻̥͎̗ͬ̔ͨ

̴̯͙̲̥͔̪̄ͪ̔̇ͅt̵̝̹͔̠̞ͩI am th̯͎̪̫̥̫͗̓̋̕ͅe͕̳̲̼̾͞ ̴͍̮ͬͮc̥̮̰̫͈͓̖͂ͪ̄͠ǒ͎͎̓̀l̴̤̠ͥ͆̔͌ͅd̵̳̰̲̙͕͈͛͒̍ ̡̗̝͎͓ͤ̚n̲̪͚ͪͣͧ͝i̧̥̠̺̩̺͋ͫg̬̻̞̳̫̬̪̻͛͌̉͘h̭̯̖̞̘ͤͮ̕ṱ̣̤̉͞ṃ̛̱̿ͥͪa̼̥̤̭̙̿͞r̪̳͙͌ͥͪ͠e̬̟̩̰̻͔̟̫ͦ͘ ̺͙̟̣͍͖̯͌ͮ͢

Į͕̝̱̺̼̳̪͙̌ͧ͌̚͟'͈͚̒͞v̭̖̪̇̿͢e̸̬̟̮̼̞̰͐ ̡̦̟͖̬͇͗̊ç͈͙̱̮ͣo͕̻͓̻̼͖͚̔̅ͩ̚͟m̧͖̹̮̟͋ͫe̟̹̗͚̥̱̜̰̎͠ ̷͙̹̻̱̤̰͖ͪͫͪt͉͈̹̓͆͢o͉͖̖͇̠̺̟͔̅́ ̵̦͔̃͊́̀h̵̰̜͈͛ͭ̔ă̵͚̜̩̤̔ụ̧͎̝̱̗̀̔̋̍n̞̼̭̙͌͠t̫̱̲̳̤̹̪̑ͮ͘ ̸̱͕͉̜ͧ̓̈ÿ̯̱͉̻͚͉̈́̀o̶͔̯̜͉ͦ̀̍ù͙̫͓͆͑̔͢ ̷̮͎̔̈́ͬt̝̱͖͇̹ͬ̕o̥͈̜̲̮̺̣͕ͧ͌̋̃͞ ̶͓͉͔̙̿ͨy̶̯̲ͪ̽̋oͥ͏̗͈͎̯u̡̥͍̗̫̳͆̌̽̇r̯̼̥̻͎̭̘̅̈͟ ̠͎̦̠͉̈́̈́̚͢g̢͙̞͓͔̘̤̽͗r̪̗͈̮ͧ́̚̚a͖̥̻ͨ͑̕v̶̻̱̬̟̰̂̄̐ͅe̷̞̭̎͑ ̉̓̇҉̺̥̱̥̼̩ͅ

T͕̻ͥ͜h̢̺̭̩͕͈͖ͬ̓̅̍r͉̝̳̭̗̭̓̅͢ͅoͫ̊̾ͯ͏͍̼͚ų̠̯̼̙̬͍̅̈́ͣģ̹̳̗͉͔̥͉̖̆͐h̯̙̪͚̳̤͆ͪ̾̀ ͣ̊͏̘̻t͔͕͕̫̘̞̎̋̃͠h̡̟̼̖̥͔̤̤͒͗ͬ̐ͅẻ̷̼̠͈͇ͮͩ ̛͚̻̙̈́ͨ̐ͫl͚͚̜͓͙̪̍̏͡i̵̗͙͎ͧf̨̣͓̺̹̯̹̰́ͫ̓̐e͕̮̾̀ ̼̟̱̭̬͓̿͛͠t͓̦̜͙̝͚̰ͦ̓ͯ͘ĥ̨̜̞͔̇̋ͦa̼͔̠͛̃̔͡ͅt͍̩̬ͧ͐̀ ̗̖̗̥̬͋͌̂̑͡b̸͍̜̪̣̬̟̬͙ͬȧ̶͇̜̣̼̱̬̙ͤt̨͉͎͔͖͇͇̀tͮ́҉̱̘̹̘l̸̦̓̔̃ͅẻ̶̹̖͉̱̣̜ͫ ͇̥͊͗ͤ͡g̸̙̭̘̯̤͇̭͓͒ͪḁ̧̲̰͚͎̻̇v͙͓̄̍́̌͜e͎̺̳͎̲̟ͣ͡

Bendek
(73312389)
Copper and Wister called me a numbskull

so I knocked a few heads together

and numbed their skulls

Sometimes I feel a little unincluded. What can I say though? I'm the only tundra here.
Pinky's nice to me though. He's a real godgladekeepersend. I don't know what I'm going to do if we get split apart.

Erika
(73461489)
I go to fight for my people. For my mother. My father. My brothers and sisters. My clan, new and old. I go to war for them.

Minion
(73481069)
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-banana
ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-na-na

Dustrose
(73460945)
Mommy? Daddy? *cry* Where are you? MOMMY!!
Dustrose, come on. It's time to go.
NO! I don't wanna go! I want to see mommy!
Dustrose, it's time to go.
Twilight grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. His mother, Goldslate, leads us to a tall pillar, inscribed in runes and reliefs of that horrible icewarden leading his clans to snowy victories. I kick and claw and scream but it's no use. Here a pair of armored tundras, that I've never seen before, flank me on either side and lead me to my fate. I don't dare kick or scream. These tundras aren't stupid. They have a hard, intelligent light in their eyes. A cold light. They handle their spears with the ease of a hardened warrior. These guys are tough, no joking around types. It shows through in every inch of their selves. I now understand that I will always be forced to fight. But I will NOT fight for these monsters. Ice is cruel. They're the ones who will throw you in freezing prisons if you refuse to fight for them. Well I refuse. Every move I make, every dragon I kill, I will be taking my revenge on ice. I will not fight against my own. The only way I'll ever see my mother or my father again is if I join them. Ice, beware.

The fire blazing in my eyes,
The very cause of your demise;
My battle skills you forced me to hone,
But I will not fight against my own;
You've helped the enemy, don't you see?
You'd be wise to beware, beware of me.

Sunrise
(73499408)
Some say I'm too pretty to be a soldier. Others say becoming a soldier will enhance my features. Still others say "bah, you're as beautiful as a pig with lipstick". Thanks, guys. At any rate, I don't want to be a soldier. I want to be a flying instructor. There's something exhilarating about diving from a hundred yards up, then swooping into a glide at the last second, Performing barrel rolls and flips in midair.

Weaving between tree branches while Goldslate (Grumpy Goldy as I like to call her) tries to catch me, I realize Dyvad, my mentor, has me cornered between a boulder, herself, and a huge spruce tree. I chuckle, muttering "Between a rock and a hard place - literally."
I barrel toward the tree, then swoop upward into a backflip, narrowly avoiding a major concussion.
Dyvad tackles me out of the air, then flies me back to earth on a smooth breeze. "Sunrise," she scolds gently, "You're not going to get out of this, you know."
"I can try," I retort.
Goldslate lands beside us. "There are always the dungeons for those who don't wish to fight."
"Understood."
"Good. Let's go. And no more tricks."

Wish me luck, guys. I just might come back alive.