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A human takes their dog out to play fetch on the moors. The dog disappears into the mist as they chase the stick, and when they come back they’re proudly carrying a sword instead of a stick.

Where did the dog get the sword and what destiny have they unlocked?

I like this prompt so much that I think I’ll fill it more than once.

1: Bridget

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My name is Bridget, and I am a dreamer.

Dreaming again, my mother says, turning me back to a chore unfinished.

Dreaming again, my brothers say, tugging on my skirts or my braids for my attention.

Dreaming again, people say behind their hands, thinking I don’t hear them.

I wouldn’t call what I do dreaming, exactly. I think about things. The way steam curls cold air, the smell before rain, the way my dog Macha’s paws twitch when she sleeps. There are so many interesting and beautiful things in the world to think about that I wonder why I’m the only person who seems so distracted by them.

When I get tired of the badgering, Macha and I go out and walk the green hills around our village. We love the hills, seeing new sights and smelling new smells and feeling new earth beneath our feet. By now we know them better than anyone, and if a sheep or a child goes astray, we are at the forefront of the search, and usually find them. Even so, people still warn me about my wanderings. There are fair folk in our green hills, as there have ever been, and who knows when one might step out of a hill and sieze a maiden alone?

I listen to the warnings, put blessed salt and iron nails in my pockets, and keep walking the hills.

And on one sweet summer evening, while I am walking with Macha and she is ignoring every ‘no’ to chase squirrels the way she always does, I smell a faint fragrance on the wind that I have never smelled before, though I know every flower and herb and green thing that grows on my hills. When I turn towards it, I could swear I see a mound, a little round hill, that I have never seen before, though I know this place well. Even as I look at it, a mist seems to rise before my eyes… and Macha runs into it, her tail wagging.

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