The three doors.

Hecate's crossroads.

Jimeny Cricket.

No, wait, forget the last part.

This is the story - “of how I died!” A girl screams in the background, making me lose my train of thought . I turn away from thr microphone I've been speaking into, trying to explain to my podcast how I ended up inside my mind with every character I've ever created.

"Shut up, Kayla!" I sigh, annoyed, pausing the recording. It's not wrong of her to quote a Disney movie; she is a princess, after all. Her long, braided caramel hair falls down her back like a golden waterfall, and her green eyes sparkle with mischief. The glowing sword strapped to her side seems almost an extension of her shining personality.

The future queen of a land she doesn’t want to rule and the best warrior her realm has ever seen, she really is the full package.

Hunter, her boyfriend and partner in crime, suddenly appears out of nowhere. His dark hair is a tangled mess, and his pale hand spinns a fragile looking dagger that’s laced with entchantments so strong they’ve kill immortals. He looks a bit creepy and out of place, but he’s sweeter then he looks.

With a loud smack, Alana and Jenny, the ballet dancers from a discarded story, crumple into a heap on the white, marble-like floor. The room stretches out endlessly, with no walls or ceiling in sight. Everything is bathed in a soft, heavenly glow.

I try again. The air in front of me solidifies into Emilie, an Elementalist. Her black curls frame a pale face, and her electric blue eyes shine with an otherworldly energy. She floats on a cloud, her presence serene and powerful. Like the others, she stays silent, observing.

I stand up to walk around, conjuring up more characters. Close friends. Deadly villains.Ginormous Dragons. And then, Mariella and Element herself, daughter of Air and mother of Water, sits on the floor, her deep green eyes fixed on a shiny, white puddle that looks like melted down pearls, but really is the essence of stolen souls. Her raven-black hair falls around her like a waterfall, and her pink lips curve into a subtle smile. She's a thirteen-year-old girl in appearance, but her eyes hold the wisdom of the ocean, revealing her true age.

I keep my distance from her. Her smile seems genuine, but I've learned to be cautious. After all, she wants the downfall of the entire mythical realm, a goal that sends shivers down my spine.

She looks up, her eyes locking onto mine. "Oh, hello there!"

"Hi…" I say, eyeing her warily.

"Are you lost? Let me help you…"

She starts walking towards me, her movements fluid, dangerous. I try to run, but my feet are frozen in place. I want to scream, but my voice is trapped in my throat.

The characters around me have all been turned into statues, flickering and somehow moving. They're made of water—running water, obeying Mariella's every command.

She raises her hand, her perfectly painted blue nail glinting in the light. I'm frozen in terror, waiting for her next move, and I start to think. If anyone can beat her, it’s her creator…

Does anyone want a part 2?

I’m suffering from literally-anything-creative block right now(it’s bad. I haven’t written anything in ages and can’t draw anything good, so this is one of my older drafts. I have a lot more characters that weren’t mentioned and I’d feel bad if I ended this lazily. I’m only really posting this cause I have to know: HOW DO I GET RID OF MY ART BLOCK 😭😭

I can’t deal with this anymore my gods…

Well, love you guys, have a wonderful day (or night) 🩶🩶