(all these prompts aren't mine. so credit)

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Prompt From Maddisun10

"Write about a hero or heroine observing the sunset with a companion."

Alright!! Here we go~! *cracks knuckles*

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I sat on the cliff side of Sylva, my home. The wind blowing gently through my straight black hair. My best friend seated right next to me. I turned to face her, a smile appearing on my face when I saw her smiling to herself.

"What are you so happy about?" I asked her inquisitively.

"H-Huh?" my best friend jumped slightly, seeming to snap out her thoughts.

"I asked what you were so happy about. I saw you smiling."

"J-Just everything we've managed to accomplish, y-you know?"

Tessa was always a little shy, but I thought she would've warmed up to me by now. After all, we have been friends for at least two years now. She didn't though. She stutters, she cuts herself off halfway though a sentence, and she still rarely starts a conversation.

"Really? I didn't really think of it that way. I guess I never really wanted to be a hero anyways..." I said thoughtfully, turning to face towards the sunset, which started to sink down beneath the horizon.

"Well, Ruin, sometimes things just--" she started, pausing for a second as she furrowed her eyebrows. "--they just happen."

"You're right Tessa. Sometimes things just happen." 

I stared at the sunset,

Tessa started nervously, "I wish we could--I wish we could--"

I waited patiently for Tessa to finish her sentence, knowing that If I were to rush her than she wouldn't finish at all. Better to wait for her words than to not have them at all, right?

"I wish we could just stay...here...forever. Just watching the sunset everyday. I wish that all the people here could forget about us 'saving the world'. I really don't feel like we deserve all of these attention."

"You're just a wallflower." I said gently tapping her nose. She blinked, head tilted. "We did a lot, we did everything according to the legends they'll probably tell. I know we never would've made it without Jasmine, or Taras, or even Kunal."

"I kn-know."

I drew in a deep breath, "And I never would've made it without you, either. I want...to be honest with you abut something, and I don't want to sound stuck-up, or like I'm better than you. I really would've died without your help."

"You can be honest with me."

"I'm the one that's mentioned in the prophecy, aren't I? You know that... Because of that, I...I might end up getting more attention, or more recognition...I really, truly want you to know I never would've gotten a quarter as far as I did without you. You were always right next to me from the very beginning..."

Tessa listened quietly.

"I want you to know I appreciate every single thing--little or big--that you have ever done for me, no matter how things turn out once everyone knows what we did."

"I understand. I won't get jealous of any attention you get. I promise." Tessa smiled.

"I promise to not ever let my ego get in the way of our friendship." I smiled back at her.

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omg why do I ship these two what's wrong with me. I literally created 4 out of 5 names used on the spot. why do i ship Tessa and Ruine?! Explain this to me, please!

(don't tell anyone, but this actually relates to a book I have plans for. SHHHHHH)

ANYWAYS, NEXT PROMPT!

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Prompt from -Orion_

"How could you do this to me...?" Her voice trembled as she kneeled on the floor. Tears were streaming down her face now; she didn't even care about keeping them in anymore."

Let's see if I can put a bit of a twist on this....

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I collapsed onto my knees, landed between the two bodies on the floor.

"Don't leave me! Please! Hold on! I'll--I'll get you...! I'll get you help..."

My parents were dead before I could say anymore.

I stared at them blankly. My hands were shaking. This was my fault.

A heart-wrenching cry exploded from my lungs, I finding it impossible to hold in. This was all my fault. If I had just---If I had just--! Not...

"How--How could you do this to m-me?" I felt my fight torn right out of me, along with my heart.

I kneeled on the dirt road of my village, feeling the heat of flames coursing down my body. I stared at my hands, tears pouring down my face. There wasn't anyone from my village that happened to be alive to see my weakened tears anyway. I knew crying was weak, I didn't care.

I fell into whole-heartened sobbing, my shoulders shaking, as I curled into a ball in the dirt. It was my fault these people were roasting to a crisp. I had never been normal girl; I could summon my flames and control them. Usually.

Because of me, my family and all my friends were dead.

I didn't care how badly I was crying. 

I sat there for hours, maybe days. I barely moved. I was starving to death, but I still didn't care. My precious murderous fire would never hurt me, no matter how much the flames licked my skin.

If I starved, at least I would be with all my friends and family.

I had no where to go. No one to love. No one to love me back.

I closed my eyes, willing for them to never open again.

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Um...that was dark. that was upsetting. Well, it's done now.

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I'm adding in another prompt!

This one's from ThePatronusWriter!

"Everyone thought ______ was gone, extinct. But no, I am still here. I have (super power) and_______"

Let's see what I can spark up for this one.

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Everyone thought I was gone, extinct. But no, I am still here. I have control of the elements, and I strive for my redemption.

I'm sorry.

After murdering one of my own survivors mercilessly, I confessed my crimes and fled from my team. I feel guilt everyday, having killed one of our youngest, and most joyful and innocent survivors.

I tore apart our group. I tore apart the little trust we had just started to build.

I'm so sorry.

Through the woods, not feeling the will to live anymore, I stumbled. I would fall over and cry for an hour or two, and then stand up and walk again. 

I used my flames to keep me warm in the snow. I couldn't catch myself food; I'm no hunter. I am still here, but for how long?

I am so, so very sorry.

What have I done? To myself? To those survivors I had just started to consider my 'friends', even if I'd never had 'friends' before. To the one that I killed?

Why did I do it in the first place? Because I was forced to? No, because I was told to. Because I cared about my own life more than theirs. Because it was my life or theirs.

Guilt is tearing me apart.

My own crimes, my own sins are crawling down my spine, sending shivers across my body.

I've never been more sorry in my entire life. If I could go back, and sacrifice myself to save you, I would.

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Another depressing tale? What is wrong with me. Man, why do I gotta be so darn depressing all the time?!