Things are starting to get interesting...
(And if my writing style has changed a bit (especially starting during Raspberry's PoV), it's probably because I've been reading a specific HP fanfic, and I subconsciously use other people's writing style if I read a lot of their work)
EVERYTHING (by which I mean the new powers) HAS BEEN RANDOMLY GENERATED!
Neptune was known to be a very stubborn person, and frankly, this reputation had been earned. Once she made up her mind, there was no talking her out of it, and Neptune had made up her mind to fight. She could take care of herself.
Well, hopefully she would, once she learned to fight.
She just needed to learn how, to have someone teach her and show her how to properly train and use her skills. Someone who wouldn't say she was too “young and inexperienced”.
And she knew just who to go to…
Neptune had heard of a boy who had been in the king's guard, the old one, who was ten times as headstrong as she was and had a will made of forged steel. He'd dropped out from it and helped create the revolution after the king had made his devastating announcement, that fateful evening in the town square.
He wasn't all that much older than her, so he as much more likely to help.
Neptune strode quickly and confidently through the rough cobblestone streets of the village, heading towards the outskirts, and from there, a large farm.
It wasn't a long walk, just over fifteen minutes. The farm had fields sporting several different crops, most of them barely sprouting. Not too far off in the distance, to the east, there was a barn, a small stable, and an even smaller house, which Neptune was aiming for. She could hear a dog barking loudly somewhere, but it sounded distant, so she payed no mind.
When Neptune got there, she saw the dog causing the racket barking cheerfully at the edge of the yard, tail wagging, and its front paws resting on top of the wooden fence.
“Hello, there!” she greeted the dog, somewhat warily. The dog was rather big, and seemed to be a husky. “You won't mind if I just come over to the porch, will you?”
The dog simply panted, showing its sharp white teeth, and continued wagging its white-tipped black tail.
It seems friendly...
Neptune took a few cautious steps forward and let the dog smell her hand. The dog took a few short sniffs and immediately licked it.
“Ew, gross.” She wiped her hand on her simple sea-green dress, trying to get the slobber off.
Neptune carefully reached over the gate and unlocked it, then pushed it and slipped in quickly before the dog could get out, locking it shut behind her.
The dog pushed off the fence and trotted after her as she stepped over to the porch and knocked on the door.
A tanned man who seemed to be in his forties opened the door, looking disgruntled.
“What do you want?” he demanded, gruffly but not unkind.
Neptune smiled, hoping to get on his good side, and said “I came to see your son, Andre Clarke.”
Raspberry huddled in the corner of her bed, wrapping her soft blanket tightly around herself.
Make it go away, make it go away, make it didn't happen-
Raspberry ran, as soon as she'd been far enough from the smithy she'd taken off as fast as her legs could take her, it would only attract attention but she had to get away, she had to go before she accidentally let something show, let something slip-
She barreled into her house and quickly locked everything, all the windows were shut and the curtains drawn, the chimney had the damper tightly in place, there was no way anyone could see, unless-
Another burst of adrenaline hit her, and she rushed to her bedroom, which was conveniently placed in the center of the building, and locked the door, even if someone could see through walls they hopefully couldn't see through two-
Finally, she dropped on her bed, nearly squashing Grace, one of her cats, who leaped out of the way and hissed angrily at her, then dove underneath the bed.
Finally, she let all her masks and barriers fall, mentally exhausted from keeping them up all day.
That had been close, much too close, she could have sworn she had started feeling lighter even as she held the heavy hammer she was forging with, even as she ran through the streets, what if someone had seen-
In fact, she still felt lighter, lighter and lighter, as her weight seemed to diminish and she started to float-
She gripped the headboard tightly, making herself tip over and start floating nearly upside-down.
No, no, no, no, no! I'm a rock, I'm a rock, I don't float, I stay solidly on the ground-
Slowly Raspberry sank back down, and at the last moment dropped completely on the floor, bruising her knees, but she didn't care, the physical impossibility of what had just happened was overwhelming her mind.
Make it go away, make it go away, make it didn't happen-
And so Raspberry Moonflight was hiding in her room, and didn't notice when the first clangs of metal started, the sounds of a fight, and was instead facing a horrified realization.
Raspberry was already once Moontouched, blessed with the power of going back in time. Once you were Moontouched you couldn't get any more powers. It was as simple as that.
So logically, there was no way she should be able to float off the ground, or fly into a wall, or defy gravity in any way whatsoever.
Reality, it seemed, was having trouble remembering its own rules.
Basic, simple, rules such as, say, “Raspberry Moonflight is already once Moontouched and so she can't have gained flight for no reason, or any reason at all.”
And if someone found out about this, then, then-
Well, actually, she didn't know what would happen. She wasn't a future-seer. Or was she…?
No, probably not.
But common sense told her it probably wasn't good.
If she could even trust her common sense, as it was telling her she shouldn't be able to fly even as she crashed into her ceiling.
I wonder if anyone else has had their life knotted and tangled beyond reason recently...
Swampy felt like she'd had her life knotted and tangled beyond reason.
This simply wasn't possible.
Yes, it is, her mind argued, you probably left the window open, and the wind blew the curtains.
Swampy paced around the bar nervously, wondering why her life had gone so wrong.
I don't care if it's supposed to be possible anymore, figure out some way to keep anyone from finding out about this, especially the king, she told her brain.
You have basically zero experience controlling any of your powers, which you only know one, out of possibly three, of, her brain argued back. If you're going to overload me with any more of your unreasonably impossible problems, I'm moving out of your skull and to the western kingdom.
Oh, stop saying that, I already know that's an empty threat- wait, why am I arguing with myself?
Maybe because you're going insane? Her brain helpfully suggested.
Swampy then squashed any concept of her brain having a different personality and interests than her, because her brain was who she was, and therefore it was impossible to argue with her brain.
Back to the point. How do I keep anyone from finding out about this?
Her brain declared, I quit.
No, you do not- I'm arguing with myself again.
Swampy sighed and tried puzzling out her problem, wondering if anyone else has had their life knotted and tangled beyond reason recently.
Luana vaguely wondered why her life was suddenly knotted and tangled beyond reason.
If you had been watching, you'd have seen a lone girl sweeping the shattered remains of a porcelain jar.
Luana had picked the small jar up gently, like she always did with her more fragile containers, but it had still shattered as soon as she'd picked it up.
She'd been restocking again, as she had been the past few days. The remedies went almost as fast as they came, and Luana was having trouble catching up with the speed. Now she'd be slowed down even further, being forced to be extra careful or else break every jar.
She'd felt the broom handle splinter slightly with her grip when she'd first picked it up, and she hadn't even been holding it very tightly.
She'd actually made someone shout out in pain when she'd applied some balm, and that, she had also done rather gently.
What is going on?
Luana wondered if anyone else had had their life knotted and tangled beyond reason recently.
Benjamin felt like his life had been knotted and tangled beyond reason.
He wondered if his family would be able to solve the problem, if they were here.
Almost imperceptibly, the temperature around him dropped slightly.
He pulled his cloak tighter around him, his hood hiding some of his features.
Benjamin had been stalking an unsuspecting creature silently, not making a sound after years of practice.
He'd expected the hunt to go well, but not this well.
At the last moment, just before he'd shot his arrow, it had looked, not at him, but past him, beyond him, like he wasn't even there…
Benjamin wondered if anyone else has had their life knotted and tangled beyond reason recently.
Sunstalker did not feel like his life had been knotted and tangled beyond reason.
He was, in fact, rather enjoying himself.
He'd been exhausted, though he didn't admit it, after The Chosen’s last training session.
So exhausted, that he had dropped his mental barriers for just a moment.
Just a moment.
He'd pulled them back up immediately afterwards, of course, but not before he'd heard some very interesting things.
Sunstalker chuckled quietly to himself.
Who knew mind reading could be so interesting?
He had all his mental stone walls down now, for that was the only way he could hear those very interesting things.
And no one would ever suspect, that Sunstalker Jalcoro, once Moontouched, was now apparently twice Moontouched.