The Artisan's Muses
Nestled away on an undisclosed island location, hidden well from prying eyes, a rich "Artisan" worked for five long years perfecting her work. The Artisan, either through supernatural boon or unheard of technological innovation, tapped into the source of dreams. What did she want to create? With the power of dreams at her command nothing was impossible, yet her ambition remained relatively small. All the Artisan wanted was to see beauty, grace, and purity manifest for her to see. Without a moment's hesitation her dream became manifest: The Magical Girl.
An amount of Magical Girl's, all unique and varied in ability, lived a quiet life with the Artisan for a year. Each girl was between the age of 12 and 18 - all with their own manufactured histories and memories. So, it seemed that this quiet existence with the Artisan was merely a natural extension to their "lives" rather than a beginning. The Artisan was kind to all the Magical Girls and spared no adoration for her dreams becoming manifest. Yet, through some twist of fate, one day the Artisan disappeared and left her muses on the island. This came with no warning, nor did the girls have any direction.
Unfortunately, a week later direction was provided to the girls in the form of a combined military assault on the island. Soldiers with no markings signalling any affiliation assaulted the island. To the Magical Girl's dismay, these soldiers had equipment that nullified their abilities. All girls were killed unceremoniously...
We Die Twice
This was not the end. You may kill the girl, but never will you kill her spirit. All magical souls drifted to a high-tech boarding school. Souls latched onto both male and female members of the boarding school. Affected individuals developed a split consciousness between their human self and magical girl self. Both were sharing a head and it was very possible that the two could either love sharing a body, or hate sharing a body. Despite these feelings, all magical girls made their presence known to one-another allowing their hosts to come together in some ramshackle "club."
Maybe members of this club thought fun times were ahead. After-all, they could transform into a magical girl, so perhaps they could use this new-found "relationship" for the greater good, personal gain, or a combination thereof:
Then they heard the helicopters....
The familiar soldiers bearing no affiliation were coming....
Nestled away on an undisclosed island location, hidden well from prying eyes, a rich "Artisan" worked for five long years perfecting her work. The Artisan, either through supernatural boon or unheard of technological innovation, tapped into the source of dreams. What did she want to create? With the power of dreams at her command nothing was impossible, yet her ambition remained relatively small. All the Artisan wanted was to see beauty, grace, and purity manifest for her to see. Without a moment's hesitation her dream became manifest: The Magical Girl.
An amount of Magical Girl's, all unique and varied in ability, lived a quiet life with the Artisan for a year. Each girl was between the age of 12 and 18 - all with their own manufactured histories and memories. So, it seemed that this quiet existence with the Artisan was merely a natural extension to their "lives" rather than a beginning. The Artisan was kind to all the Magical Girls and spared no adoration for her dreams becoming manifest. Yet, through some twist of fate, one day the Artisan disappeared and left her muses on the island. This came with no warning, nor did the girls have any direction.
Unfortunately, a week later direction was provided to the girls in the form of a combined military assault on the island. Soldiers with no markings signalling any affiliation assaulted the island. To the Magical Girl's dismay, these soldiers had equipment that nullified their abilities. All girls were killed unceremoniously...
We Die Twice
This was not the end. You may kill the girl, but never will you kill her spirit. All magical souls drifted to a high-tech boarding school. Souls latched onto both male and female members of the boarding school. Affected individuals developed a split consciousness between their human self and magical girl self. Both were sharing a head and it was very possible that the two could either love sharing a body, or hate sharing a body. Despite these feelings, all magical girls made their presence known to one-another allowing their hosts to come together in some ramshackle "club."
Maybe members of this club thought fun times were ahead. After-all, they could transform into a magical girl, so perhaps they could use this new-found "relationship" for the greater good, personal gain, or a combination thereof:
Then they heard the helicopters....
The familiar soldiers bearing no affiliation were coming....
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