Thank you! I had a lot of fun with some of the subtle world building.

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“On the night I punched Lord Voldemort in the face, I warned him several times to back off, and instead he attacked me, twice. I don’t even know why you have lords, they’re weak and cowardly relics of a feeble nation. When I punched him, he dropped so quickly I thought he was diving towards the ground. It felt good punching a man with no nose, like punching a pillow, but it can still feel shame. I regret nothing, the end.”

Rainbow Serpent (Aborigine mythology) meets Apophis (Egyptian Mythology) and both meet Quetzalcoatl (Aztec mythology). Write your story about these snek gods

You can make it a baker's dozen of impossible tasks if you really want. Often in the mythology stories I've heard there's more than one impossible task that they are told to do. Though those are usually given three impossible tasks, or just one impossible task that the forces of fate or the Greek gods help him conquer it all.

Can I make it two impossible tasks?

Medusa goes hunting. But she can't eat stone. How does she capture or kill her pray.

A leprechaun's real treasure is luck. The pot of gold at the end of a rainbow is just a distraction from the real treasure. A lifetime of good luck.

A hero is given an impossible task. The rewards are to save the kingdom, gain riches, and marry the king's daughter if he succeeds, or be put to death if he fails or refuses to go on the quest. The forces that be (the universe, deities, or otherwise) decide to help the hero regardless if he chooses to help the kingdom or flee from it.

Bonus points if you can combine all three promps into one story.

... I would love yo see how that dates goes!

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In my head he would not get arrested, but Carl would not make it out of this situation. His goal wasnt to escape, his goal was to gain recognition.
I left the end out, because i did not want to copy this detail and leave it to imagination. But if you want i can send you the left out part in private, as i do think it might not be appropriate publicly

"Careful with that, you buffoon!" I clamored, watching as these so-called "experts" took my books and scrolls, stuffed them into sacks and bags, and all but threw them into the middle of the tower. Did they have no respect for knowledge?!

With a grunt, a growl, and a groan, I watched as my studies were taken away from me, all because some idiot thought he caught me studying dark magic. Though, he technically did, but I was not learning the forbidden arts! No, heavens no! No magician in their right mind would learn such corrupting magic! No, what I was studying was the power to manipulate darkness in a literal fashion. Not the power over shadows, though by manipulating darkness, I would naturally gain dominion over shadows, but that was TECHNICALLY another form of magic.

For three hours I had argued with the tower master, the court meister, and several high mage's about my works, but they might as well of had corks stuffed into those wrinkly old ears of theirs, for they refused to listen. They just kept repeating, "we shall investigate this matter thoroughly." And of all times for this to happen! I was nearly on the cusp of a breakthrough! I can only imagine the benefits that darkness magic - not dark magic - could provide...

A defeated sigh escaped my lips as I slumped my shoulders and closing my eyes. In that moment, a loud and crisp sound echoed throughout the chamber. It was the sound no pursuer of knowledge ever wanted to hear - that of paper being torn. My head jolted up and my eyes shot open, peering over toward where the sound originated. I was met with a young woman holding a parchment--what used to be a parchment in both her hands. She looked at me with fear and sorrow. My eye twitched, but I had lost all motivation, and thus all I did was slump over to a chair and slink into it, with a look of defeat.

I had no doubt that I would be cleared, I was simply irritated that it would take a while. But the lack of respect for my books and papers...that was years of work I wouldn't be able to get back because these people - I refuse to acknowledge them as magician's any longer - could not show the minimum amount of care for these items. Some of them were one a kind! Others were very limited, and were incredibly difficult to obtain.

"Knowledge is power..." I muttered, leaning my head back in my seat, looking up toward the ceiling.

So does Carl have a plan to get away from this place without being arrested?

Many would have been thrilled by the life Carl Siggs has lived even if his name was not mentioned in history books. His name will never have the ring to it like Capones or Clydes, Ghandis or Nietzsches or how the real famous people are called nowadays.
He was now an old man in his late sixties. Sitting around on this bench he used to sit on like every day, leisurely taking in the days as they come, enjoying his pension from the store he had run.
From the outside Carl was just the ordinary old guy that made it. Not to wealthy and not to poor. Someone who could enjoy his late life with dignity.
And so he sat there on the bench in front of small river in the of his house as Maria Reas, his young and rather attractive maid came rushing to him. If he would have been a few years younger, he would have tried to play with her.
As the brunette women tried to catch her breath Carl managed to look up to her and saw her confused look.

“Mister Sigg, the police is at the front door. They said they would like to talk to you. It sounded urgent”, she managed to exclaim
.Carls head turned back towards the pond where some ducks swam over it but did not say a word. The silence was deafening.
“Sir, what shall I tell them?”, she asked with a hint of confusion in her voice.
“Ah Maria my dear, I expected them. Please would you be so kind and lead them here?”, the already balding men answered her.

The old men did not take his eyes off the pond, he kept looking at the ducks, three ducks to be specific, as he heard Maria quickly move back into the house to lead the police to him.

He expected them, that much was true. The timing when they finally turned up on his doorstep was rather unexpected.
He closed his eyes and the world around him vanished. A new, or rather past world, began to move in his mind. Carl Sigg was what many would call a selfmade men. Grown up in an orphanage run by the church he had no one to rely on. His fellow companions were not the brightest candles on the cake as he used to joke. They had no fantasy, no vision like he did. He learned this fact quickly. They were normal.
Carl Sigg was everything but normal.
His nimble frame and his highly skilled hands, his fast mind and quick judgment were all extraordinary.
And his hang towards the morally gray was already visible at a young age.
His first act was when he stole the wine meant for the holy mass. It was so easy to get away with it. Humans, specifically people of faith, are easily fooled. The need just a little push into the right direction.
His normally stoic face let a small smile slip past his usual neutral demeanor.Felix Hammar was the name of the poor kid that he framed. Carl let his plan play out in front of his mind again. It had been a rainy day when he decided to steal the wine and Felix and his friends decided to play soccer on a field behind the church.
The priest was, what he liked to call “out of town to find god”.
In reality he used to go to Misses Escondars house when her husband was not at home and found god, devil and the sin in the bedroom, or wherever they ended up to do the deed.
For Carl it was the perfect time. He took the boots of Felix and pressed them into the mud in front of the priests resting room, making sure to leave a nice and cleanly visible imprint.He then broke open the door, hurried inside and just stole the wine.
Most of it he sold to gain funds for his later life, but one bottle he used to further frame Felix. He spilled some white wine onto the fresh sheets in Felix small cupboard and hid the now emptied bottle between them.
As soon as the priest returned, he began to search around, finding the bottle and demanding answers.
Felix, obviously denied to have done it, even his friends claimed that he was with them the whole time. And the priest was leaning towards believing him. That was until he saw the boots.The was the last time Carl had seen Felix.And it was the first time he put his talents to use.
Since then it had been many years and many rather sinful things he had done. And he was called many, many names.
The Magician, which was one of his favorites. Mainly because it favors his talents which seemed like magic to some, when in reality it was just skillful and clever use of the enviroment and people around him. Clever misdirections and fakes, but thes did their duty.
Icecube, this was a name he was not fond off. He gained it when he assassinated a rather influential politician. He remembers a young pregnant wife who lost her husband tasked him with this murder. The men was to die like her husband did, frozen over with no means of escape. So Carl arranged it.
The God of diamonds, was a great one in his opinion. When he was around twenty years old and bored he decided to collect diamonds, not to sell them or something fancy. Just to know if he could. And he could. The five most valuablle diamonds known to mankind were stolen and burried. Just beneath the very bench he was sitting on right now.

It was then when a the deep voice typical of a chainsmoker and one too many drinks ripped him out of his memories.
“Mister Sigg, thank you for taking your time. I hope you are well. Hope we can make this quick. Its just a few questions if you would not mind?”, the men spoke.
Next to Carl stood a plum officer in his thirties, a trench-coat one would have expected back in the eighties. He seemed disinterested in this ordeal, not expecting much out of it.
Another end tied up with no catch like they always did end up with when they tried to catch Carl, even when this was the first time in all those years they managed to find even the slightest hint or clue towards the identity of the true criminal.
The mastermind behind murders and thievery.
The officer of the police began to wonder if the old men on the bench heard him as there was no visible clue he did so. If he could have seen inside of Carl he would have known of the anger and frustration he managed to hold in.
All these years he did not want to be caught. They searched all over the country, all over the world. Made taskforce after taskforce and never ever did they come close to even find him.
He was just to good.
And in the end, Carl had enough of this incompetence. He decided to do one last series of crimes. One that would be remembered for all of eternity.

And these dumb bastards were not able to add one and one together.

He tied up his crimes, replicated them again.
Stole money from the biggest Banks, like when they called him magician. And left behind some small clue.
He murdered some corrupt officials by freezing them. And left behind the same clue.
He stole diamonds again. And left behind the same clue again.
And again.
And again.

Just as the officer wanted to call out again, Carl moved and gestured to the officer to sit down next to him.
“Sit down, whats your name?”, he said while swallowing his anger down.
“Officer McCarty, Sir. It will be real quick-” the policemen began.
“I did it”
McCartys face showed a look of confusion as he sat next to Carl.
“Sir, you don’t know what it is I want to ask you questions about. It is no small matter, so please for the both of us, do not joke around and let me do my work.”, McCarty said in an annoyed tone.
“The magician, Icecube, The hunter, King of diamonds, The invisible men.”, Carl said in a nonchalant way.

“How did you know I wanted to talk to you about these cases?”, the officer asked visibly confused.
“Well, how else than if I had lead you here? How else than if I would let you catch me?”
“Just one quesiton then. Why?”
“Why? Because I wanted recognition as the greatest thief who ever lived. And making you realize that even now, knowing that i did all off that, you can't do anything about it.”

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Once again, I had gotten away with a perfect heist. But there was no adrenaline rush. No excitement, no joy, no enthusiasm for this craft anymore. I tossed the jewel about, not a care that it was considered the "most expensive" one. I had heard that title too many times by this point, for all types of jewels.

With a exasperated sigh, I stuffed it into the jewel sack and then stuffed that into my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder as I stated down at the unsuspecting officers. Not once had they ever figured out how I was gaining access to the ever increasingly secured items. Not once were they just in time to catch me in the act. Not once had I left any trace behind. Not once had this proved to be a challenge for me. "I think I'm done. What used to be fun and exhilarating, just isn't anymore. This is too easy," I muttered as I dashed across the roofs, making my way out of this part of the city.

The disappearance of the crown jewel of some nation or other - I didn't bother to remember, they all start to look the same after a while - wasn't discovered until around midday the next day, only after the museum curator had decided to take a random stroll through that particular section. Of course, it was a big deal. But I didn't care. I already had my next target, as well as a plan on how I would be retiring - unlike the movies, where they like go out with a bang by stealing some grandiose thing, I didn't want to do that. I was going simple. A simple painting heist, but this time I'd leave a clue. But not to find me, a clue on how to start looking for the other stolen items I'd..."borrowed" over the years. Some I had sold off, but I still had a good collection of others. Of course, I'd include clues on how to find me eventually, but that would ultimately depend on the detective I planned on letting catch me, see how good he was, even if he was just a rookie.

After a few months of planning, setting things in position, and making sure everything was in order, I sent detective rookie (I didn't bother to find out his name when I chose him) the letter detailing my plans to nab the painting. He didn't disappoint me, thankfully. A perimeter around the building, a constant rolling patrol inside, and circling patrols on the roof and adjacent ones at regular intervals. I was impressed. Still wasn't enough, though. I managed to get the painting and slip out unnoticed. What happened next, now that was interesting.

In less that four hours, they had discovered that it was gone. And I like to assume that it didn't the rookie long to find my clue. He was a smart one, because he found all my clues, found most of the items I had kept, and found me within a month. Faster than I anticipated. I thought it would take him a few months, at least. He's gonna go far. And that brings me here, today, in this maximum security prison.

"Why tell me all this?" My cell mate asked, as he stood there, staring at me.

"No reason," I responded, "I just thought it was a fun story to tell."

"What will you do now?" He asked, leaning against his bunk and crossing his arms.

I simply glanced at him and gave him a wry smile, winking, before I lowered my head so the visor of my officers cap blocked my face, turning on my heel and heading for the cell block exit. "What will I do?" I repeated his question in my mind, "I think I'll go get my stuff back. Maybe see if I can make it harder for detective rookie to find me this time."

What was the secret mentioned by the person whose perspective this was written from?

"Annnd- now!"
"I told you, us, on the bench. Nothing more than that."
"wait, wait i can sense some cool action scene, just give it a minute...and...now!"
"nothing has happened, accept the bench."
"i dont want to! Something will happen, you'll- break into tears and confess some cool power of yours! or that you- work for the government!"
"Or ill sit here, with you, on this bench."
"or maybe you'll stand!"
"i will not be standing.."
-a few hours later-
"Ok..Ok... so- nothing happens?"
"Nothing happens."
-the two slowly look toward your own screen.-
"Make something happen reader... i cant live on a bench in a short story forever, can i?"

It had been going on three months now. Three months! Yet, there he was, quietly sitting in his cubicle, tapping away at his keyboard, making soft grunts every so often. People passed him as they made their way to their own cubicles, casting a quick side eye toward him, but nothing more. What could they say? Nothing, that's what. As odd as it was, Goog was a fine employee. He was prompt in answering calls and responding to email's. Any servicing that he had to get done was quick, never causing any delays in work. That included in-house and client visits. No one had a bad thing to say about him! Well, aside from the fact that he took up nearly the entire elevator - but he was a orc! A six-foot-nine-inch, muscular one. But that would just be nitpicking at this point. He was respectful toward all, was usually early for work, and when he wasn't early, he was literally exactly right on time, and always dressed professionally. It didn't matter how many times they saw it, no one in the department would ever get used to seeing an orc wearing a dress shirt with a tie, and black slacks. Of course, no shoes, but where would one even find shoes for those feet? A few people even entertained the idea that his feet might even be bigger than Shaq's feet!

The first few days were stressful, both for the company and Goog. The company because they hadn't actually intended to hire him, especially when he showed for his interview and they discovered that he was an orc. They wanted to let him go, fearing that an orc would do more harm than good. Actually, no, he would do nothing but harm. So with security basically tailing him each day, on high alert, they waited for his first - and hopefully last - infraction. And they waited. And they waited. By day 73, security had stopped monitoring him, and management had to begrudgingly admit that he was good at his job. Surprisingly.

Goog was stressed, essentially for the same thing. He never actually expected to be hired. On a whim, he decided to apply for the position, and upon showing up for his interview, he could see the dismissal within the interviewers eyes as soon as he walked into the office. Yet, there he was, a company badge clipped to his shirt pocket now. Although surprised, he decided to put forth some effort and show that he was capable. He never noticed that security had been near him all that time.

"This can't be right..."

"I had that same reaction, at first. Therefore, to make sure I wasn't mistaken, I checked three more times, as well as followed up with both clients and other departments. They all said the same thing - he was incredibly friendly, considerate, and concise. Their words, not mine. Not to mention, he was incredibly knowledgeable and was able to solve all issues presented within an acceptable time-frame."

"And his requested support?"

"None."

"Sonofa- you're telling me that our mistake has actually brought us a golden apple?" The CEO asked his hiring manager, looking over the reports of all Goog's calls and IT-related incidents. The manager simply smiled as he turned and headed out of the office.

"Today is his ninety-first day with us. After lunch, I'll be presenting him with a letter offering him a permanent position as our newest member."

As the hiring closed the door behind him, the CEO yelled, "Make sure to increase his pay!"

"Jorfith Cadmus..! Supper is ready, you better get down here, don't make me come up there, you've to eat well before the ceremony. It’ll be quite draining and you’ll be quite exhausted after the initiation"

Mom called for the 3rd time.

Jorfith's 16th birthday was tonight, he was reading the 300 year old 'Story of Kishur' it told the story of a little girl who prayed to the Gods to help rid her world of the Chaos beasts in return for her life, she just wanted her family to be safe. Hearing her heartfelt words, the Fairy Queen Amaryllis made a pact with her, and thus began the age of Kishur. Queen Amaryllis bestowed upon the little girl the magic of 'Fairy Ohr', using this sacred magic Lilly drove away the Chaos beasts from the land thereby saving her family and the kingdom. The then King Kaiser had to step down due to his inability to handle the Chaos beasts and Lilly was raised by the Fairies to become the Queen of the Avallonne. Since then select humans were able to make pacts with magical beings since only certain bloodlines we're compatible with being able to manipulate magic, the reason for that is yet unknown

The Cadmus clan had a bond with Dragons, there was also the Wolf clan, Tiger clan, Griffon clan, Kraken clan, and many more. Each worked towards looking after one aspect of Avallonne. Jorfith's family was responsible for the border security and as such lived on the outskirts of the Avallonne. Their family basically owned the mountains that surrounded Avallonne. His was the main branch that looked over the Northern end, while the 3 other branches handle the remaining corners.

They worked closely with Queen Lilly to guard the border since the Fairy Ohr spell needed immense mana and hence couldn’t be used quite often. Jorfith was the youngest of 7 children. All his older siblings were already ‘Knights of the Ormr Order’, and were constantly on the battlefield fighting the Chaos beasts, Dragon fire was the most powerful spell effective against the Chaos beasts, second only to the sacred spell Fairy Ohr that was bestowed upon Queen Lilly.

Tonight at the stroke of midnight he would receive his Mark of the Beast that would denote his beast and magical affinity. Closing the book, he ran towards the kitchen so as to not incur his mother's wrath. She used to be the Queen's guard, but had now stepped down after Jorfith’s elder sister took her place.

He sat down at the table while taking a sip of greuberry juice. "Now remember, you've to stay strong because the initiation isn't as lovely as the books make them out to be. Once you drink the *meiyr* The Mark will start to manifest and will cause immense change in your physical and spiritual body, many are not able to make the transition and fail the Kishur Ceremony. However, all of your siblings were successful in their attempt and so should you be too”. “Yes mom.. “ replied Jorfith looking at the glass of greuberry juice thinking if meiyr would be as sweet as this.

Each mark was different and usually depicted the talons or claws of the beast enclosed in a spell circle on the wrist. The initiation ceremony was held on the top of the mountain, there was a sacred lake at the top where its’s said that Fairy Queen Amaryllis had blessed the waters. It had immense healing properties and hence was used to counteract the initiation ceremony’s side effects. The family gathered at the altar, waiting for the initiation to begin.

One could hear the multitude of wings and dragon roars echoing around the Altar and mountain side which were home to a multitude of Dragonkin, including wyverns, wyrms, drakes, amphipteres, lindwrums, and hydras. The Altar room was in a natural cave with no ceiling, it opened to the sky such that the moonlight filled the room and the water sparkled as if it was sprinkled with fairy dust. The dragons would descend from the top into the Altar upon an individual’s awakening based on their magical affinity and power.

“Okay, now calm down. There’s no need to panic” surrounding him were his family and their dragons. “Whoa that’s cold”, he said as he stepped into the lake. He lied down in the cold and sparkling waters and as midnight approached closer the moonlight shone brighter.

His mom handed him a chalice filled with *meiyr*. “this is just greuberry juice, this is just greuberry juice” he mumbled and gulped down the entire thing. “Ohh yukk, that’s definitely not greuberry juice.” He felt a warmth flowing down his throat and then throughout his entire body. He started levitating above the lake, surrounding him a cocoon of light and aura.

Everyone watched in shock and disbelief as this had never happened before. Usually the *meiyr* would immediately manifest a Mark of the Beast on the individual’s wrist followed by the Dragon’s descent and then the Kishur Ceremony Spell.

Jorfith's awakening however was different.

The levitating cocoon started pulling everything towards it, the water from the lake, the surrounding mana, the moonlight everything seemed to gravitate towards the cocoon. It shook the entire mountain. The dragon familiars now alert protected the family members from being sucked in. The now pulsating and gyrating cocoon of light and mana began shrinking and assimilating into Jorfith, he descended into the now empty lake, the mark of two inverted triangles joined at the tip like an hourglass with a bird’s wing wrapped around it on his wrist.

Jorfith opened his eyes as if waking from a deep sleep. His hair had changed from black to white and his pupils had become golden. Nobody understood this transformation, the dragon familiars still on alert didn’t dare to approach him. They feared him, his aura now seeping out of him in all directions was a mix of white and gold, the dragonkin on the outside felt it too. None of them would approach him.

Jorfith, now fully awakened got up from the sacred lake and looked around only to see everyone's shocked faces and no sight of any Dragons descending.

“Mom, what’s happened? Did something go wrong? Why is everyone shocked so much and why do none of the dragons descend?” His mother was speechless, she was still processing the events of the last 3 minutes.

He couldn't understand what he did wrong.. he looked at his wrist, he had never seen this mark before. Looking up and around he could see the dragon familiars with their protective stances covering everyone with the wings. Outside, the dragonkin didn’t dare to even approach the cave entrance.

Then suddenly the night sky started to lit up, like it was day. Right above the cave it was like the sky parted and light shone everywhere, she materialized from the sky almost instantly. She was a beautiful golden and blue bird with eyes that were beaming with power. None of the Cadmus clan could stand, it was like gravity had suddenly been multiplied in her presence. As she descended, her wings were fire and light and her aura was pure white. He looked at his wrist and the Mark started glowing as if in response to her arrival. The Dragon familiars and Dragonkin now all stopped flying and bowed in reverence to her arrival. Behind Jorfith, Fairy Queen Amaryllis now stood; she sensed the arrival of a massive magical entity and had to intervene.

“It is my honour to be in your presence Aurora Seraphina Cyra”, she said bowing down and on one knee.

Jorfith couldn’t believe his eyes, Fairy Queen Amaryllis was kneeling in reverence to the arrival of his familiar, just who was this bird?

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