Look, Ik I said I wasn't gonna do this, but I got a request to. If ppl are offended, pls tell me and I'll take it down.
(Also, to all the Twitter kids: @DireWerewolfGirl made me do it)
In the fantastical world of Pyrrhia, where dragons of various tribes roamed, lived a NightWing named Moonwatcher. Moonwatcher was known for her unique ability to read minds, a gift she had honed with care and caution. Her scales were a deep, starry black, reflecting the night sky above the NightWing island.
One day, as Moonwatcher wandered near the edges of the rainforest, lost in thought, she heard a soft rustle among the trees. Startled, she turned her gaze towards the source of the sound, only to see a figure stepping out from the shadows. This figure was unlike anything Moonwatcher had ever encountered—a human, dressed in simple robes, with a calm and gentle aura.
"Hello, Moonwatcher," the human greeted, his voice carrying a warmth that seemed to melt the tension from the air.
Moonwatcher regarded the human with a mixture of curiosity and caution. "Who are you? What brings you here?"
The human smiled kindly. "My name is Jesus. I've heard of you and your unique abilities. I come as a messenger of peace, hope, and love."
Moonwatcher tilted her head, her thoughts racing. She had never encountered a human before, and she felt a strange mix of skepticism and intrigue. "What do you want from me, Jesus?"
Jesus held out his hand, palm up, in a gesture of openness. "I sense the weight of your gift and the burden it carries. I'm here to offer you a blessing—a moment of clarity and a release from the struggles you face."
Moonwatcher hesitated, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. She had always yearned for answers and guidance, but she had also learned to be wary of those who sought to take advantage of her abilities.
"Can you truly help me?" Moonwatcher asked, her voice tinged with doubt.
Jesus nodded, his eyes filled with compassion. "I offer you the chance to quiet the cacophony of thoughts and fears that fill your mind. Through my blessing, you can find a moment of serenity—a glimpse into the stillness that lies within you."
Moonwatcher took a deep breath, her heart pounding as she considered Jesus' words. She had spent her life navigating the complexity of others' thoughts, and the prospect of finding inner peace was both tantalizing and terrifying.
"Alright," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Jesus approached Moonwatcher gently, his hand hovering over her forehead. He closed his eyes, and a soft, radiant light enveloped them both. Moonwatcher felt a warmth spreading through her, like a gentle embrace. In that moment, her mind felt clearer than it had ever been. The endless stream of thoughts slowed, and she could feel the beating of her own heart.
As the light faded, Moonwatcher met Jesus' gaze once more. Her eyes shimmered with tears, but they were tears of gratitude and wonder. "Thank you, Jesus."
He smiled, his presence radiating a sense of fulfillment. "Remember, Moonwatcher, that the stillness you've experienced is always within you. Even in the chaos, you can find a sanctuary of peace."
With those parting words, Jesus began to retreat into the shadows once more, leaving Moonwatcher with a sense of newfound tranquility. As she watched him disappear, she knew that this encounter was something she would carry with her, a reminder that even in a world filled with noise and uncertainty, there was a place of calm that she could always return to.
And so, Moonwatcher continued her journey through the world of Pyrrhia, her mind guided by the echoes of the blessing she had received from a gentle human named Jesus.
Imma make one 'bout Oppenheimer.
