Stories on the Person Above You

[Of the Stars]

npixelz was feeling festive. She decked herself in a lovely bright red dress, stockings and scarf to match her newly dyed hair. She had decorated her house to be just as merry. Everything was perfect but one thing. The tree! npixelz had forgotten to get a tree! As soon as she realized she dashed out of the house. She searched all over but there seemed to be no available trees for her to put in her home. She sunk down, defeated but then heard a gentle rustle. She got up to inspect and found it. A solemn lone tree, smaller than she was. She didn't care how tiny it was, it was perfect! Back at home, npixelz was pleased once more. She got out her ornaments but noticed that the tree was too tiny to support many at all. In fact, when she placed the first shiny red ornament, the tree slumped over to one side. npixelz laughed it off and continued with her festive plans.

[npixelz]

"We have to stop the dark ones!" The man yelled to the army behind him, as they rode towards the monstrous shadowmen that were advancing towards them. They put up a valiant effort, but the shadowmen were too powerful, and it seemed nothing could defeat them. But just when all hope was lost, the legendary hero Of the Stars appeared, wearing robes of pure dawn, gifted to her by the goddess of the sun herself. With the powers of the light on her side, Of the Stars drove away the shadowmen and brought peace to the land once more. A great feast was held in her honor, and many a ballad was sung of her brave deeds.

[Polaris]

When making a decision, do what will make the best story when you tell it later.

"Hmpf, only if I live to tell the story that is," Npixelz grumbled. Venturing out into the snowy tundra was not part of her plan, but neither was being chased out of her own guild. 'You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself,' was what she'd yelled as she dodged the fire blasts and swords, shielding her precious golden scales and sunny-yellow shawl from the greedy hands of her former guildmates. Both were family heirlooms, though none of the recent generations could recall from whence they came. Grandmother always believed they were gifts from the Greater Goddess of Justice & Peace, but Uncle Randall surmised that the God of Light crafted it for their ancestor as a symbol of his love.

No food, no water, and two damned divine heirlooms that no one even knew how to use. For once, could the gods have pity, mercy, or anything on her?! Npixelz sat within a circle of purple shrooms -- "harmless but incredibly pungent, those damned purple things," as her mother had always said -- and wrapped the shawl around the scales to protect against the withering weather. Just as she'd done so, both artifacts lit up and beamed a soft, white light upwards. The gods, as if they answered her prayers, or rather complaints, lit up the night sky with a path of stars to guide her.

"Well, at least ya did something." Npixelz laughed. She gather what little stuff she had left and followed the stars.

[npixelz]

(Wow, that was amazing! I like how you incorporated my avie as well!)

Polaris watched as her home, the only place she had known, shrunk as the carriage took her farther and farther away, to live with her aunt and uncle. Her parents had been killed by the mobs of rioting people, and she was to be taken away to safety. The carriage had almost come too late, she realized as she saw a horde of people with torches streaming towards the manor where she grew up. She watched in sorrow and grief, as they ran into her former home, and wrenched her face away, sobbing, when she saw the first flames. Her companion, a tall, pale man-who had rescued her earlier-wrapped his arm around her and squeezed her shoulder, pulling her close to him. She sobbed into his shirt, as he whispered comforting words to her, until, exhausted, she fell into a deep sleep.
(Sorry about how dark it is, I just let the writing guide me.)