No worries. It was intended to frame the thing that came after, but it's up to you how to really interpret it. I'll put it back in, lol.

This is amazing

Oh I already started writing the curiosity killed the cat thing- sorry

"Curiosity killed the cat--but satisfaction brought it bacl."

A story about the dangers of messing with things one shouldn't--only it doesn't actually end in tragedy.

Twins share the same senses

"from a warrior two" confused me till I got 3 lines down.

I'd suggest changing to "from a warrior two...what should I call them? Kills?"

Quite liked the story though, especially the sociopathic insanity vibe I get!

It's fine, some royal families prefer it that way!

Asimov and Bradbury are the most famous building blocks of the genre, of course; if you're writing anything involving a robot, Asimov's the place to start as he basically codified robot behavior in science fiction. One name I don't hear tossed around enough is Ursula LeGuin, who was a master at world-building and species-building (if that last part makes sense) in her novels and especially short stories.

Space travel is something I think will be restricted to fantasy for a very, very long time. As it stands, it's more likely an alien species visits us than we visit them, and the odds of this species being from a terrestrial-type planet are pretty low. That said, Star Trek is tons of fun to watch, so as a writer the idea of visiting a very very foreign land still intrigues me. I admit it's not my strength, though.

The story is good and the characters are so easy to root for especially the protagonist. Thanks for checking out my prompt!

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It was hate at first sight.

Thank you for the compliment. I rushed out a continuation this morning after trying to figure out what to do. There were so many ways to go, but i wanted to end the story already, so this is what i came up with. I hope it is to your liking.

After i finished, i looked at The Parrot longingly. "Please?" I had to play it up as this might be my only chance. He looked at me, almost laughing like one does when pitying a child. "Or, at least let me see the computer in action. That would fulfill a childhood dream to be in the room while it was working." I went on and on, never lying, just not giving the complete truth, trying to act like a fanboy and child. His usual demeanor broke every now and then, betrayed by a small laugh or smirk. And at each time, i let my minor power help influence his decision. He was clearly of a strong mind almost all the time, but seeing me let my inner child run got him slightly off guard.

After a few minutes, he gave in, and said he would show me my file, if i would correct any wrong information. I agreed, and he logged in. I was bubbling with excitement, both fulfilling a childhood dream--silly as it was--and also at the opportunity. I started repeating what the narrator would say when the clip rolled on television, and was just happy overall. It's really hard to explain how i felt just then.

Finally, he pulled up my file and i was impressed. There were some decent photos of me, my government identification, address, schools i attended, and places where i worked in the summer. He also had my major power filled in, but for my minor power it simply read "charisma?". Everything else listed was correct.

"Wow, you have all of that on me already? I thought i was one of the good guys?"

"When collected information, keep everything. You never know when it might come in handy."

"You think my minor power is charisma?"

"Is it?" he glared at me.

I then explained to him what it was as best i knew.

"Figures. May i assume you used it on me just now to get me to show you your file."

"...to see hers. I feel like i'd do anything for that."

He filled in the missing info and brought up her file. "There you go."

The Queen truly was stunning. There were a bunch of pictures of her, along with her history, and everything else i could want. I was scrolling through the file, not even realizing how close i was to the computer.

"Satisfied?"

"She's so beautiful."

"And she'd kill you without hesitation if you got in her way."

"You mean like Speedster?"

"He's smug, but no murderer."

"What about that time he ran through traffic and caused that killed 3, and hospitalized 25 more?"

"You don't see a difference?"

"Who's worse?"

Then came silence. He just stared at me. He got up to lead me out the door when i decided to seize the moment. I reached for the delete button when he grabbed my arm to stop me. I then manipulated his costume to grow and wrap around itself, hit the delete button and bolted for the wall. Having just a moment, i created a hole and ran through, much more easily then i thought. It was only a couple more hallways and doors before i made it out.

I eventually made it back to the League to report success. Nobody believed me. I was told to prove it and come back. Ugh. I didn't think this through. How in the world could i prove it?

The next day on the news, it was reported that due to a computer malfunction, they had to restore the Elemental Queen's file from backup. I went back to the League, beaming from ear to ear. She congratulated me herself, welcoming me as a junior member. "Well done, kid. You've got guts." She smiled and walked away. I was so happy. I impressed her.

About a week or so later, The Parrot showed up at my door asking me for some information on the League. I gave it to him. There was no way out. Besides, i owed it to him, even if he did play me from the beginning. I got everything i wanted.

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I also love the idea of the queen being like, "Meh, he'd never get the throne anyway. TAKE MY CHILD."

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I kind of wanted to write the origin story of the group forming, but I ran out of time before work so I wrapped it up where I did. Thanks for reading it.

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Seems like the kind of thing a witch would know, to be honest.

"... Is what the Vizier was saying, at least. Fools, all of them."

I watched as Arliya continued her work, the scent of ground myrtle thick in the air, her knife moving in slow, exact strokes. She didn't respond.

"So, a sympathetic connection is a given with this, but what's the Manifestation?"

Another knife stroke, and she tips the collection bowl onto the mirror. A thick red film spills across it, placid as night.

"Sublte Possession than. Will I need to prepare the guest accommodations?"

Skin separates of flesh neatly, the incantations scarred into it flickering with power.

"A shame. Guests are so rare. I suppose I'll speak with you when you've had your fun than."

The carcass is tossed in the fire, bone blackening, flesh charring.

An infantile cry echoes from the back.

"Oh, he's awake. Still in need of a lock, yes?"

Fools rarely understand why Witches demand what they do. Fools rarely understand that power comes not from law and tradition for us, not like Fae-kin. Power comes through connection.

Blood runs thickest, after all.

That message played on every major news network in the country, along with every video sharing site we could think of. More importantly the files I stole were posted on every site with a link to the video as well. The video played in the background as I came up behind our target. He was a decently famous alumni, strength, durability, flight, super senses, perfect hair and a rugged jaw line. I immediately put one of Omm's projects through its paces. A sonic emitter that rang at a frequency specially tuned for our target. Vertigo, nausea, and general pain hit him all at once, sending him to the ground. KC pulled out Omm's second project. A syringe filled with nano bots, designed with the same technology as the inhibitor collars based on the other files I stole. As Mr. Jawline lay on the floor, writhing in pain and trying not to vomit, I decided to take out some building frustration on him. His powers atleast made him a decent punching bag, and felt cathartic. Once I was done KC hit him with the syringe. Withing a few second he stopped writhing and managed to stand up. He probably assumed that the sound was gone and not his super hearing, or any of his powers because the first thing he did when he got steady on his feet was they to punch me. Seeing him hold his own hand in pain was also satisfying. KC landed a kick to his temple and he was out before he hit the ground. We picked up Mr. Jawline and began our trip to the safehouse. Omm wanted to study the effects of their new inhibitor nano bots and whether they would be able to be a long term option to super human containment. On the way there KC showed me how our message had been received. Almost every news station was running emergency broadcasts to talk about it. Politicians were making comments on it. World leaders were having private meetings to discuss the stolen files. People were making memes of us. Everything was happening all at once and it was setting in just how big this would be. We had so much work to do. We would need more allies than the 5 of us. We would need more resources to pull off real operations and not just jump mid-tier superheroes.

But regardless, we opened this can of worms and now we're going to lie in it.

[I hope yall like this. I kinda lost steam around the end there, sorry about that.]

It was supposed to be a simple job. Go undercover into the super training academy, access their databases, get the schematics of various power inhibitors they used on their super powered inmates, get out and get paid. It took nearly 9 months but I finally got the data. But my dumbass wanted more. I looked into various other files, maybe I was curious, maybe I wanted blackmail or extortion material, I dont know, but what I found was too much even for scum like me.

9 months back some rich cunt sends his lawyer to my regular diner with a job offer, it's a long con but the pay is beyond my going rate so I agree. My powers aren't anything special, I'm big, I can take a hit, and bit back harder, basically I'm more of a bigger goon than villain. That made me perfect for this job, no one knew me, no one would suspect me. I got forged papers courtesy of my new employer, and I was off to the races. I tried to keep a low profile, older generations of hero academy graduates and alumni walking around making sure the young blood remember their place in the hierarchy. I put up a "big brother" act to keep people from suspecting me and thinking I was up to something shady. Looking back those two philosophies were incompatible.

Around the 3rd month at the academy, alot of these people were either absorbed into established teams or taken on as a ward by another established super, another way the older generations kept the younger ones in line. My big brother act backfired here as not only had I managed to make friends, but my friends decided it would be a good idea to form a new team with me as the leader. Along with me there was Persephone, she controlled plants. THE BOULDER, a dude who could turn his skin into any kind of natural rock. Katie Creek, or KC as she went by, who could put herself into any amount of liquid no matter the size. Ever been drinking water only to have a full grown woman punch you in the mouth, the mental damage alone is wild. And then there was Omm, a super genius who added cybernetics to their brain to make them think better whcih also somehow gave them psycho-kinetic powers.

We went through alot in the next few months, we all moved into a shared home. We started training together, and we even came up with dumb names for combination attacks. I had the time of my life, but I still had a job to do. I convinced Omm that I needed schematics of the academy for reference since I wanted design ideas for when we graduate and get our own base. Broke my heart to lie to them like that, they seemed so happy at the idea of our team having a base all our own in the future. I promised myself that I'd use some of the money to buy the kid something nice. Heh, if you cant earn love you can buy it, great message there captain jackass.

But there I was, finally getting the files I was hired to get, but something compelled me to get more. And boy did I find more. I took as many files as I could fit onto as many hard drives as I had and got back to the house. Omm was the first I spoke with, I needed their brain to tell me what I saw was real. And they confirmed it. Embezzlement, bribing government officials and politicians, funneling money to offshore accounts, financing PMCs, known criminal associates, cartels, insurgent cells, so much money involved and barely any effort to hide it. The hero organizations were financing chaos to keep themselves employed and keep government grants coming.

Ofcourse Omm asked me how I got all this, and I couldn't lie to them anymore. I swear I heard their heart break as they learned their leader, their friend, their brother, was a double agent. The kid cried into my arms for what felt like hours, begging me to tell them that this was a bad dream, that heroes would never do those things and that I was still the person they knew me as, but I couldn't lie to them, no matter how hard I wished I could. When they finally calmed down enough I asked them to look over all the files as fast as possible, and that we needed to have a team meeting. Once everyone was together, I once again told them the truth, that I was a double agent and showed them the files I stole, with Omm explaining what those files meant. THE BOULDER nearly sent me through a wall, calling me a traitor. Persephone tried to strangle me with tomato vines before Omm convinced her to stop. KC just looked at the floor, not reacting to anything, like time stopped moving for her.

The next few hours were a hurricane of emotions, confusion, panic, and uncertainty. What were we gonna do? How deep does this go? Can we even stop this? At some point Perse threw up from anxiety and THE BOULDER had a panic attack. We decided to all head to bed, sleep on it and figure things out when we woke up.

When that time came, we all gathered again and agreed on a few things. We need to release those files; we need to send a message that this system has got to go; and that we need to find a safe place to stay in the meantime. THE BOULDER and Persephone would work on getting a secret base up and running. Omm would help with that while also doing a project of his own. And KC would scout out an alumni to take out to send a message. And as the "leader" I was given the task of creating the message that would rally people to our cause.

The day finally came, the base was ready, our target was chosen, Omm's project was finished, and my message was ready. I rehearsed over a hundred times and I still felt a pit in my stomach, but the time was now. I put on a steel helmet, fashioned in the shape of a wolf, turned on the camera and began the message.

"People of the world, you have been lied to. The superheroes who should be protecting you are the ones allowing you to live in danger and fear. They allow chaos to spread so they have a means to justify their existence and their paychecks. The heroes of the world have funded cartels, terrorists, created conditions that allow villains to be born, grow, and thrive. These heroes value their own livelihood and wealth over your lives. We are here today to say 'ENOUGH IS ENOUGH'. WE ARE HERE TO SAY 'THIS SYSTEM IS BROKEN, IT IS TIME TO GET RID OF IT'. WE ARE HERE TO END THE RULE OF THE HIGH AND MIGHTY AND RETURN TO THE PEOPLE THE PEACE AND SAFETY THAT THEY HAVE STOLEN. AND TO THOSE WHO WILL CLING TO THIS BROKEN, CORRUPTED, VILE SYSTEM, WE WILL COME FOR YOU TOO. TO THOSE WHO SEEK TO DEFEND THOSE WHO HAVE STOLEN FROM THE PEOPLE, WE WILL COME FOR YOU. TO THOSE WHO GORGE THEMSELVES ON THE SUFFERING OF THE PEOPLE BY TURNING SUFFERING INTO A BUSINESS, WE WILL COME FOR YOU. I AM FENRIR, AND WE. ARE. RAGNAROK."

"Hey, mom?"

The Witch of The Plains looked up from her cauldron. It wasn't her potions cauldron, luckily. Rather, it was the one she used whenever she was making soup. It was much smaller than the potion one, and therefore much easier to handle.

"Yes, dear?" the witch responded. She cast an emerald eye on her son. She received him when he was just a babe, given willingly as the payment for her help from years before. "You know I don't like to talk when I'm making dinner."

The boy, whom she named Kinni, fidgeted before he spoke. He averted his gaze several times, glancing off at the other corners of the room. The Witch frowned.

"Come now, you know I didn't teach you to be that way. Tell me what's on your mind, child."

Kinni still didn't seem as if he wanted to talk, but eventually he managed to gather his nerves. He turned his eyes, which weren't blessed with magic as of yet, that shone as blue as a cloudless summer sky. "Mom. Do you ever... regret... that the Queen gave me instead of the crown princess?"

The Witch stopped her stirring of the soup and looked at her son. Her eyes flashed green for a moment, shining in the shade of her house.

"What do you mean?" she asked, a dangerous glint in her tone. "Who put such an idea in your head? It was the fae, wasn't it? The mischievous little things were always little troublemakers. I told you not the hang out with them. They're not to be trusted, you know?"

Kinni rolled his eyes, already tired of the conversation that his mother was bearing down on him. It was one that she had tried to convey to him multiple times, and one that he was sure to ignore once more.

"It wasn't the fae," he said. He thumped his fingers against the table, a habit that his mom knew meant that he was nervous. "It's just... something I was thinking about. I was roaming the capital city earlier this month and..."

"Why were you wandering the capital city?" the witch snapped, her attention fully wrested from her meal now. "I told you not the enter there without my permission. You really were with the fae, weren't you? They're the only creatures around here brave enough to ignore my words!"

Once again, Kinni ignored her. He rolled his eyes once more and turned his gaze out the window. It was a wonderful day. The sky was practically clear and the sun was shining bright.

"Mom, that isn't the point right now."

The Witch glared at her son before slowly starting to mix at her pot once more. "Be that as it may, it will be a problem later. I will not forget about this. Are we understood?"

Kinni didn't answer. Instead, he continued. "I was walking through the capital city earlier this month and I overheard the people walking through the streets. They were talking about how the wise queen outsmarted an evil witch into giving her the first son..." His voice trailed off as his nerve left him. The Witch stopped staring once more to stare at him. His nerve returned. "... was I... an accident? I mean, I don't know why you would choose me over my sister. Unless you didn't know... I mean, it's okay if you didn't know. I hear that most other kingdoms have men as the leader. So I understand if you didn't mean to get me and..."

The boy's mouth closes, wispy purple lights floating around his lips. This wasn't the first time that his mother had cast magic on him, so he wasn't surprised by it. He just stared at the table until he looked back up at her.

"Shush," she said, her voice a whisper, "Of course I knew about your sister's claim to the throne. I know that I don't look it, but I was born and raised in this kingdom. I've always known about the order of succession. It was taught to us in grade school."

Kinni looked like he wanted to protest, but his mouth was still kept shut by the magic. She listened to his muffled words for a few seconds before waving them off.

"Listen, I have no need of a princess or a monarch. But I do have need of a child. While a little princess would have been nice, I would have had to fight an entire kingdom that would have wanted her back. If I took a son, however..."

The witch trailed off, her attention returning to the pot. She stirred at it once more before grabbing some diced herbs off the nearby table and dropping them carelessly into the pot.

"... well, if I took a son I wouldn't have to worry about anyone coming to get you. I could raise my son as I wished. And... well... I don't suppose you don't know how they treat the male royalty in this kingdom?"

His confused face told her everything she needed to know about that. She sighed.

"If I left you there, you'd be little more than a slave, milling about to be used as either your mother or your sister pleased. You'd maintain your freedom and you'd have all the luxuries of being a royal member of the family, but that would all be in name, only. Are you telling me that you would rather a life like that?"

Kinni pondered the question, before shrugging. "I don't know," he said. "Maybe. If I lived there."

The witch didn't have anything to say to that. She grabbed some spices from the cutting board and added it to the cauldron. It bubbled for a few seconds before turning a slightly lighter shade of brown. The smell that bubbled into the air made Kinni's stomach grumble.

"How much longer until lunch is ready?" he asked.

The witch cackled. "Depends. Are you still entertaining those silly thoughts in your head?"

Kinni rolled his eyes as he rose from his seat. He went to go and gather their bowls and set them on the table. They spent the final few moments of the afternoon in silence, simply enjoying the day.

"Oh, and don't hang out with those damn fae ever again."

Kinni rolled his eyes.