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(what's this! Lanx is actually gonna...Participate! Worlds ending...After all these years....Hope you guys have a ton of fun ^^)

The sun was just beginning to dip low over Deacon Valley, painting the sky in amber and rose-gold streaks that danced across the fields. From where Alex Bluemoon sat perched on the worn leather seat of his old blue tractor, the world felt still for a moment—peaceful, alive, his.

Below him stretched the heart of the farm: rows of golden corn rustling softly in the cool October breeze, the maze carved through them like a winding trail of laughter waiting to happen. Lanterns had been strung up along the path, their gentle light flickering in rhythm with the wind. The smell of fresh-pressed apple cider drifted from the long wooden tables, where mason jars glimmered in the fading light. Platters of baked goods—apple turnovers, pumpkin loaves, warm cinnamon rolls—sat waiting for the first guests to arrive, each made from crops that had grown beneath his care.

Alex leaned back, resting an arm against the steering wheel, his leather jacket catching the last bit of sunlight. There was a quiet pride in his chest, one that words couldn’t really touch. Months ago, this place had been nothing but dust and memories. Now it was alive again—his mother’s dream reborn through his hands.

He reached for his thermos of cider, taking a sip as his eyes drifted over the setup—lights, food, hay bales, laughter soon to come. “Not bad for a city boy,” he murmured to himself with a small, proud grin.

All that was left now was to see who would wander down the dirt road next—friends, neighbors, maybe a familiar face he hadn’t seen in a while—all gathering to celebrate the harvest under the glow of the setting sun.

Emily giggled as she ran down the dirt road. She'd managed to successfully escape her father's notice and had left the safety of the forest. She knew he'd disapprove, but she loved how the humans celebrated this day. There were always snacks, and no one ever noticed that she wasn't one of them. Most thought that she'd simply put way too much effort into her costume.

She wore a green dress, similar in style to Tinkerbell's except, instead of fabric, her dress was made out of large leaves. Her wings sparkled in the dying sunlight, and a fawn followed alongside her. All the times she'd come, this farm had been vacant, slowly returning to how nature intended it to be. This time was different, though. There was new life here, and it was stunning.

She approached the male, tilting her head, her wavy hair cascading down in front of her shoulder. "Mm. Who are you?" she asked.

He’d just been about to climb off the tractor when he heard soft laughter carried on the wind—light, musical, and out of place in the usual quiet hum of the farm. Turning toward the sound, Alex blinked a few times as if the evening light might’ve been playing tricks on him.

There she was, standing near the entrance of the maze like something straight out of a storybook. Her wings shimmered, catching the gold and pink hues of the sunset, and even the old tractor seemed to fall silent in her presence. The fawn beside her nuzzled at her hand, unconcerned, while Alex’s cider nearly slipped from his grasp.

“Well, I’ll be…” he muttered under his breath before clearing his throat and offering a small smile. “Uh—name’s Alex. Alex Bluemoon.” He rested his hands on the steering wheel, trying to sound casual despite how surreal this moment felt. “This here’s my farm.”

His blue eyes flicked toward the corn maze and then back to her with quiet curiosity. “You, uh… lost? Or are you just here for the cider and pie?” The question came with a friendly grin, but his tone carried that genuine warmth—like he wasn’t sure if he should offer her a handshake or bow.

Out of the blue, rustling was heard behind the curtains of corn layering the majority of the land around the farm, and out came presumably a robot, with an odd choice of fashion and pondering look on her face, her screen buffering as she tries to process where she is.

"Well this is absurd- first some random maze and now this?" She says with a stumble, looking around with a hand on her head and circuits in a tangle, hard to admire the welcoming environment of folks and jokes beneath the short lasting sunset as her mind races with questions she can't say aloud without some overlapping bleeps.

She eventually notices Alex with one of his guests and stays solitude as to not be noticed, not wanting to cause a disturbance but starting to take a liking to the sights being sought blanketed beneath an orange tint of rays.

Emily shook her head adamantly. "No. Not lost." Then, she seemed to really consider his words. What if this wasn't the farm that had been in disrepair. Had she somehow found a different human settlement? Surely not. That was simply impossible. This town was the nearest to her home in the forest.

The fawn nuzzled her hand again, and she pat its head gently. That seemed to give the fawn all the courage it needed. It walked over to Alex and sniffed at his legs.

"I will certainly take some cider and pie." Emily came a scooch closer. "Ya make them yourself?" The Fae were pretty minimal in her village. They ate food as it came. Berries were served as berries. Sometimes, they made jam, but that wasn't often. They cooked their meat, but that was pretty much all the cooking they did. Humans always had such delightful concoctions! She beamed at the man, used to being served.

Alex turned for a moment as to go and get what Emily had asked for. "I do indeed! I hope you'll enjoy it all." He said as he went to go and grab the cider and pie then paused seeing the strange robot. His eyes made direct contact as he then motioned for her to come over... First a cute fairy now a sweet robot? Oh man this was going to be great he couldn't wait to see the next costume as he grabbed a red solo cup and filled it with cider and then got Emily a slice of apple pie topped with cheddar cheese. Bringing it back over he sat it on one of the picnic tables for her. "Enjoy!" He then looked at the robot. "HEY! YOU GONNA SIT THERE OR COME ON OVER AND ENJOY THE FUN?" he called out.

Emily accepted the cup of cider and then hopped up and down happily as the pie was placed on the table. She slid onto the bench, set her cup down, and turned around, a spoonful of pie already in her mouth as she looked to whoever the farmer was yelling at. Humans were one thing, but what was that?! The Fae were certainly behind on times, hiding out in the safety of their forest. Still, the pie was amazing. She gave some to the fawn which had followed her over to the table, and in between bites, she cautiously eyed the robot.

Delta carefully steps out into the light still perplexed on where she is, but decides not to stand and wait for something to happen, and instead try to have fun - something she hasn't had in, well, forever.

"I'll stay for a while..." She says in a quiet tone, trying her best not to sound as if she's going to rob everyone within her radius. She simply stands beneath the glistening lights emitting the area with a sharp yellow coating the dim lit orange overcast spread along the gravel-esque dirt beneath her small heals.

Delta doesn't seem to move far from the lights however, more so awkwardly standing in the distance as if she's fearful of saying the wrong word or getting off at a bad start with someone.

Alex chuckled a bit before he saw the robot move closer. He then looked at them both of them. “Welcome to Bluemoon Farms first annual corn maze and Harvest feast! If you want to have fun trying to get through the maze feel free. If you want to sample whats grown and made here please feel free.” He said as he looked back at them. “Hows the cider and pie my little fairy friend.” He asked before he looked at the robot. “I have a can of oil here if youd like that?” He said curously

Legend walked through the wondrous festival display with a cheery gait. His boots clanked gently on small rocks on the ground, "face" glowing seemingly brighter in the darkening evening. It was his favorite time of year again! Well, he had many favorite times of year, but this one was extra special!

It was always a delight to walk amongst mortals when they were both least and most expecting a surprise. He paused for a moment near the red haired being before offering his right gauntlet in a gesture he understood to be "friendly".

"Why not join with me? It can be quite scary to enter a function alone as I understand it. Perhaps together we shall be brave?" The animate suit of armor radiated a knightly presence as he smiled warmly.

The path through the fields glowed softly under the dying sun, each lantern flickering like a heartbeat in the breeze. Kyria followed the sound of laughter and wind through corn, her bare feet brushing against the earth as though greeting something familiar. The scent of cider, cinnamon, and turned soil filled the air..sweet, honest, and alive.

She paused at the edge of the field, taking in the sight before her. Rows of gold swayed gently around the maze, and beyond them, the farmer stood beside his tractor, the light catching the edge of his jacket. It was simple and beautiful, the kind of moment that reminded her why she loved this realm so much.

A faint smile curved her lips as she stepped closer. The air seemed to shimmer faintly in her wake, lanterns flickering brighter for just a heartbeat.

“It is good to see life return to this land,” she said softly, her voice carrying like a warm breeze through the rows. “It remembers the care given to it. You have tended it well.”

She looked toward the maze, eyes reflecting the lantern light. “May I walk your paths, or is the feast meant first for those who have earned their way through?”

Her tone was light, touched with curiosity, the soft cadence of someone both visitor and blessing. Then she waited, content in the hush of harvest dusk.

"I'm good, but thanks." Delta says, hesitant on participating much but still willing to stick around. She relaxes, swaying lightly along with the wind for a while and watching new people arrive and socialize, enjoying the sights of many arriving and the smiles brought along.

"If you don't mind though, the pie does look quite nice," Delta says in an almost question like manner, holding her hands together, seemingly happier than before although not much change in her expression, however her demeanour rather kinder than the confusion set in on herself by her first arrival.

Emily giggled softly. "The pie and drink are utterly delightful. Thank you, Alex, for the warm welcome!" It was then that she realized that he'd introduced himself, but she hadn't done the same. A blunder if ever she made one. "My name's Emily, by the way. This little one," she gestured to the fawn now curled in her lap. "Doesn't have one." She continued eating until her slice of pie and cup of cider were gone.

As nice as a maze sounded, she knew that if she lingered any longer, her father would more than likely get worried and send someone after her. It was best to sneak back home before she caused the human and his farm trouble. Before leaving, she grew a patch of her favorite flowers, picked them, and wove them into a crown. Rising from the picnic table, she approached Alex, a smile on her face. "Thank you so much for the lovely time. This is for you." She would place it on his head if he ducked it within her reach. Otherwise, she would hand it to him before jogging off back the way she came.

Seeing and hearing the woman who now came in and asked about the maze and food he smiled a bit. “The food is free for all to savor what this good earth can produce to show we can live in harmony with the land. If you wish to explore the maze and become lost in the beauty of the corn rows and laugh I will gladly give you a copy of my prized apple pie recipe as thanks for trying.” He said.


It was then he saw miss Emily leave. He called out. “Feel free to come back anytime! I hope to see you again neck year!” He said smiling as he waved her off then turned his attention to his other two guests the robot who was enjoying a slice of pie and the women who had asked him the question before as he leaned against his tractor smiling.


If he could being a bit of joy and good food to this years feast he would truly be happy and blessed for another great harvest next year.

"Okay. We've got this." A young woman murmured to herself, buried in the treelines and excitedly looking over to the lights and sounds coming from the farm. She smoothed out a t-shirt--some band logo she'd no idea the name of, but it was comfy--and the leather jacket that only covered about half her torso, and her arms. She idly thought human fashion was strange, but she enjoyed it anyway.

She stomped in the black boots that overtook her dark blue jeans, and gave her bright pink tresses a shake.

"This is the one time a year people don't question what you look like." She muttered to herself. She looked over her shoulder, contemplating if it was really alright to let her wings show like this. They trailed all the way down her form, kissing the ground with the edges of her white feathers and drifting in the breeze, similar to the leaves in the trees.

"It's their festival--Halloween. It'll be a costume." She affirmed herself. No one would question it. She jumped a little, hyping herself up for testing out her acting skills, before she breached the treeline, stepping out into the open area and pulling her sunglasses down to cover her golden eyes from the bright red rays of sunlight streaming through the field.

Kayle could smell something sweet, and hear the voice of a man speaking close to a machine she didn't recognize. She blinked as she took in the sight of a mechanical being, speaking with what looked like a knight of some sort. She grinned. Not too much to deal with--not like the city. She could test out her human interactions here.

And yet, she awkwardly stood there, because she had zero idea what to apply herself to first. She cleared her throat quietly, and shover her hands into the pockets of the half-jacket, taking a few steps forward as she continued to look out over the farm.

Delta carefully carves out a section of the pie left out and places said slice into a small plastic bag neatly, and not knowing what to do next as unbeknownst to her this was a traditional meet and greet between those that celebrate Halloween, she left a five dollar bill next to the pie and began to drift off back the way she came.

"Thanks," She said in a quiet tone with her head turned to Alex. Without any further given context, the robot walks off back into the shadows of the corn maze where her presence disappears as if her existence was merely a cameo to the act of the party, her foot prints barely tracking anywhere and leading to a dead end when followed through the maze.

Kyria smiled softly at his words, her gaze tracing the lanterns that lined the field. “You speak of the earth as though it is a partner, not a possession,” she said quietly. “That is rare among men.” There was admiration in her voice, though her tone carried the hush of someone unaccustomed to being heard.

She stepped closer to the table of pies and cider, fingertips brushing the rough wood as though it were a living thing. The night carried the mingled scents of harvest and laughter, and for a heartbeat she seemed to listen more than breathe.

“What you’ve built here feels… kind,” she continued. “Even the air seems grateful.” Her eyes lifted to his, glimmering faintly in the lanternlight. “That is its own sort of magic, when simple care becomes blessing.”

A flicker of movement near the treeline caught her attention. White feathers drifted in the air before settling to the ground. Kyria’s lips curved faintly. “You have more than one visitor drawn by that warmth,” she murmured. “It seems the curious are always the first to find good company.”

Her hand lingered over the pie for a moment before retreating. “I will walk your maze before I go. It feels like the kind of place that remembers footsteps.” She offered a small, graceful nod. “Keep your recipe, farmer. The promise of another visit is worth more than paper.”

With that, she turned toward the lantern-lit path, the mist curling around her boots as though reluctant to let her leave.

That big horse was likely to feel as a young foal as he decided to pick up that Halloween tradition and go Trick or Treat all his clients he delivers wood. But disguised like a stag, his friend Lizbeth found some fallen antlers and they both managed to glue them on a head band with some fake deer ears made from a brown cloth. He looks stupid, having four ears, he doesn’t mind, from far he looks like a big ferocious stag.

He grins all the way down to his first victim, a farm not far from town, with a corn field an old tractor and all what a farm needs. Even that rusty old pick-up in use since eons.

So there he is that horse/deer, wrapped in some brown clothes, those antlers dangerously sliding left to right while walking.
His big hooves clopping distinctively on the path leading to Alex’s farm.

He gets a quick glimpse of an adorable fawn, following a beautiful elf. “Aww, Lizbeth would have gone out of mind, she so much likes fawns. I will tell her tomorrow” murmurs the big horse.