The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold. In the bustling town of Aetheria, nestled between jagged mountains and endless forests, a young girl named Kaede stood atop the clocktower, her silver hair catching the last rays of daylight. She clutched a peculiar artifact—a glowing crystal orb—close to her chest, its faint hum resonating with her heartbeat.
Kaede wasn’t just any ordinary girl. She was an Echo, one of the few individuals capable of hearing the whispers of the Forgotten Realm—a parallel dimension said to hold the secrets of the universe. But being an Echo came with a price. The whispers were growing louder, more insistent, and Kaede knew she couldn’t ignore them any longer.
“Kaede!” a voice called from below. It was Ren, her childhood friend and the town’s self-proclaimed protector. His fiery red scarf fluttered in the evening breeze as he climbed the tower with surprising agility. “You’re not planning to sneak off again, are you?”
Kaede smiled faintly. “You know me too well, Ren.”
Ren reached the top, slightly out of breath. “If you’re going to chase after those whispers, at least let me come with you. You’re not facing whatever’s out there alone.”
Before Kaede could respond, the crystal orb pulsed with a blinding light. A rift tore open in the air before them, revealing a swirling vortex of shadows and light. From within the rift, a figure emerged—a cloaked being with eyes like molten gold.
Kaede wasn’t just any ordinary girl. She was an Echo, one of the few individuals capable of hearing the whispers of the Forgotten Realm—a parallel dimension said to hold the secrets of the universe. But being an Echo came with a price. The whispers were growing louder, more insistent, and Kaede knew she couldn’t ignore them any longer.
“Kaede!” a voice called from below. It was Ren, her childhood friend and the town’s self-proclaimed protector. His fiery red scarf fluttered in the evening breeze as he climbed the tower with surprising agility. “You’re not planning to sneak off again, are you?”
Kaede smiled faintly. “You know me too well, Ren.”
Ren reached the top, slightly out of breath. “If you’re going to chase after those whispers, at least let me come with you. You’re not facing whatever’s out there alone.”
Before Kaede could respond, the crystal orb pulsed with a blinding light. A rift tore open in the air before them, revealing a swirling vortex of shadows and light. From within the rift, a figure emerged—a cloaked being with eyes like molten gold.
Story: Echoes of the Forgotten Realm Part 1
by AkutoSai April 17, 2025
Part 2
Hym "It just brings me back to one of my earlier points though because they really shouldn't be making fun of anybody in any kind of serious way. I mean really. Look at that shit 👆 That's all reality. That's where you live. One of the guys wasn't rich until after I started writing. Has proven that he's read my work. But conveniently enough he didn't read the part about people throwing money and attractive women and owning a casino? At what point does it stop being 'them doing it ironically' and start becoming 'Oh holy shit Newt Gingrich is unironically using my rhetoric to recruit interns'? At what point am I just better? The best comedian tells my joke and it's only funny because he said it? We're already past that point. You got people straight-up making a living off of this. Look at this guy! He's supposed to be better than everyone. That's his whole thing! He has what he has because he deserves it more. Except, wait! That's a lie! He has what he has because he lives a curated existence where he is sheltered from failure and scrutiny (of a type that is not politically motivated). Like a retard in a group home! That's why we're at odds! Because he sees himself in the retard. See? It all ties together. Everything is a retard in a group home. That's the new name of this project! 'Critical Retard in a Group Home Theory' "
Hym "It just brings me back to one of my earlier points though because they really shouldn't be making fun of anybody in any kind of serious way. I mean really. Look at that shit 👆 That's all reality. That's where you live. One of the guys wasn't rich until after I started writing. Has proven that he's read my work. But conveniently enough he didn't read the part about people throwing money and attractive women and owning a casino? At what point does it stop being 'them doing it ironically' and start becoming 'Oh holy shit Newt Gingrich is unironically using my rhetoric to recruit interns'? At what point am I just better? The best comedian tells my joke and it's only funny because he said it? We're already past that point. You got people straight-up making a living off of this. Look at this guy! He's supposed to be better than everyone. That's his whole thing! He has what he has because he deserves it more. Except, wait! That's a lie! He has what he has because he lives a curated existence where he is sheltered from failure and scrutiny (of a type that is not politically motivated). Like a retard in a group home! That's why we're at odds! Because he sees himself in the retard. See? It all ties together. Everything is a retard in a group home. That's the new name of this project! 'Critical Retard in a Group Home Theory' "
by Hym Iam January 29, 2023
Where you celebrate them just because
Happy National boyfriends day part three
Similar to "open the kimono", parting the kimono is when one exposes what one could consider a private detail of their lives.
by vault88 November 19, 2019
It is when you were PEPPER SPRAYED for no legitimate reason except the ONUS.
INCIDENT: SUPER BOWL BET LOST
ONUS NOTES: A PHONY PARTNER , DAMNING SIM CARD, ASSH0LE SQUIRT amounting to a JEWISH HOMOSEXUAL PEDOPHILE
INCIDENT: SUPER BOWL BET LOST
ONUS NOTES: A PHONY PARTNER , DAMNING SIM CARD, ASSH0LE SQUIRT amounting to a JEWISH HOMOSEXUAL PEDOPHILE
Then a second time I was PEPPER SPRAYED as I was in a RESTROOM STALL going through my belongings and it was the DAY OF THE SUPER BOWL that had just finished and because early on somebody asked me who would win and I would not say, they lost their BET and PEPPER SPRAYED me , knocked on my stall as ALLIED SECURITY UNIVERSAL SERVICES (ASUS) for short as they were taken off the RTC CONTRACT due to lots of VIOLATIONS and this was at SOUTH STRIP TRANSFER TERMINAL. I threw my SIM CARD down the toilet as I felt super threatened after they had pushed me for no reason you can say ELDER ABUSE AND VEGAS NAZISM and at the time I was dressed in full male attire which caused me tremendous problems but ASUS losing the SUPER BOWL BET and throwing the SIM CARD away may have been PEPPER SPRAY RESOLVEMENT PART II but more it was a very windy day and it ALLEVIATED a lot of the PAIN thanks to the weather but I fought the elements with my personal effects when they forced me away from the terminal.
by ASSHOLE LOYAL QUERY TELEPATHY September 08, 2021
A transphobic saying where anyone who is FTM or MTF (ect) won't get their preferred pronouns used because they lack the body parts.
Morgan: She's MTF and her name is Niva
Transphobe: He didn't get a bottom/ top surgery. No parts no service
Transphobe: He didn't get a bottom/ top surgery. No parts no service
by Sphinxi October 01, 2020
by BillyBSevenOne July 05, 2022