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Turbulence: God of Confusion Collaboration

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RaintheDragoness12


She drew it and I coloured it! I asked her to design the main villain from my story: Curse of the Stars given only a little description.

Turbulence is a tiny dragon the size as a hawk, and contains many eyes, somewhat resembling a spider. She has a blade tied to the end of her tail and a horn on her nose that resembles swiss cheese. She has a royal purple belly and forehead, with big black wings 3x her size that are attached to her forelimbs. She has long sharp spikes protruding from her back to the tip of her tail. The colours on her shift, like roiling waters of burgandy, blacks, and purples, with hints of gold. Turbulence is described as having a girly voice and being female, but since she is the god of confusion, she actually has no sex, having the characteristics of both. Though she is only the size of a hawk, many underestimate her power. But she did not earn her name as "god" for no reason. Turbulence is deceptive, especially in the areas of words, and she will manipulate and use words to confuse her victims, to a point where the victim will no longer trust their own thoughts or anything anyone else tells them. This forces her victims to not take a side in anything and remain lethargic towards reality. They can live in completely different worlds that they don't realize are real, because they begin to doubt everything.

Turbulence is cunning and dangerous. She holds the future in other people and dragon's scrolls. Turbulence lives within a temple specifically designed for her that the humans in her area worship. The only thing Turbulence fears is truth, and she's excellent at twisting it to make it sound truthful or to cause others to read between the lines of what isn't actually there and draw their own assumptions. Her temple is filled with thousands of scrolls, most of which tell the future of others lives. That is of course, the "deceived" future that she gets others to fulfill simply by believing in them. To her, everything is "up to interpretation." In Turbulence's world, truth does not exist.

Turbulence is seductive and conniving, her voice girlish and foolishly helpless. She plays the part of a small baby dragon who offers others the "treasures of their heart" while planting her own seeds and lies within them. She also has the power of levitation, and can physically rip words out of scrolls and make them float through the air and into others heads so that they become thoughts.

While Turbulence cannot actually control other people's minds, she can crowd out their own thoughts with her own and this can overwhelm the victim much like propaganda would alter the thoughts of those exposed to it for long periods of times. She gains your trust and worms her way into your life and replaces truths with her own.

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The main character, Stygian, is on a quest to uplift her Curse, and essentially, Turbulence is the character who ends up eventually swaying the main character that the curse isn't really a bad thing. That it comes with some perks and that she can use it to her own advantage. She also takes away the main character's hope by making her blind to reality.



Here's where you get to know Turbulence a little bit (I haven't written very much about her yet):



They think we’re gods? She realized. But wasn’t part of our punishment that we would be slaves and be at odds with them? How does this makes sense with the Curse?

She grabbed the door handle with her front teeth and pulled. The door was pure limestone, and heavy, giving a mighty groan as it parted. She used her strong neck muscles to continue it on its journey, until she had opened it enough for a medium sized dragon like herself to squeeze through. She didn’t bother open it all the way; it was more work than it was worth. How could puny humans open such a door?!

The floor was speckled with gold flakes, melted into the checkered marble, and what Stygian first noticed upon entering was the light. It wasn’t pitch black like she expected it to be. Dozens of candles oozed from cupboards, tables, and shelves. Oak shelves, that towered hundreds of feet above her head, swirling into the dome shape of the building itself. Little white cylinders crowded amongst every shelf, every nook, even scattered about on the floor. Stygian realized they were scrolls. Thousands and thousands of scrolls! Like the ones she kept hidden within her wings? Excitement pounded from within her.

Gold coins were mixed with the scrolls on the floor, and lay in heaps upon tabletops. Jewels peppered the coin piles with their radiant hues, royal purples, vermillion, and sapphire. Stygian gawked at the values stored here, which so far, no dragon or human had dared to steal. And the place was unguarded, for so far, no one had come to question her or drive her out!

Impossible… She stared up at the ceiling, which held more carvings of dragons, entranced. Thousands of stories lined the walls, not just in the scrolls but also the carvings. How could this place be so empty?!

“You must by Hyaline.” A high pitched voice spoke from directly behind her.

Stygian whirled around in fear as the door behind her slammed shut, and the whole chamber echoed from the force of it. The flames of the candles flickered and for a brief moment Stygian feared they would go out. But they regained control and continued to burn. But she could see nothing. No one.

“I’m down here.” The voice sounded irritated.

Stygian looked down, fearing the voice. Her heart was a runaway train…only to realize that the creature that belonged to the voice was as puny as a lizard.

It was a dragon! It was no bigger than a hawk, black with a royal purple belly and throat. Its tail had a sharp, curved blade tied onto the end of it, and its wings were three times its size. They didn’t sit on its back like Stygian’s did, but were attached to its limbs like a bat, and skinny but tall sharp spikes crowned from the top of its head to the tip of the tail. A curved horn stood on its nose, with small round holes in it like cheese, and spikes lined its chest. Its four eyes were a piercing, shifting red, with no pupils.

Stygian gawked down at the lizard-dragon thing. It looked like a dragon but surely it was too small to be a dragon. Surely?

“I often get that response from my visitors.” The little dragon flicked her tail mildly. “Until I show them what I can do. Then they flee in terror. That’s why I am the god of Confusion.”

“A god?” Stygian wondered as she observed the dragon. “But I thought the First is the only God that exists.”

The dragon laughed. “That is just a mythical tale.” She breathed. “The First doesn’t exist.”

Stygian gasped. She couldn’t believe that. All those stories her mother had told her? She shook her head in disbelief. “You’re wrong.” She said.

“Am I?” The dragon looked mildly amused. “Do you see the size of this place? This is my temple. The humans come here to offer me jewels, money, and knowledge. Everything they deem valuable, I receive in vast quantity. I am not lacking.” She half slithered up the closest rail, which was draped in tapestries of many colours. “These are something most humans only dream of acquiring. Yet here, I have thousands. Look at the walls!”

And so she was right. Tapestries hung from the ceiling and littered the walls in such a great amount that some were overlapping. Here, pictures were woven into the seams, of dragons, of knights, of dragons beheading knights.

“This is so backwards.” Stygian breathed in awe. “We were cursed to be their slaves, not the other way around!”

“Cursed?!” The dragon spat out in mockery. “Do I look cursed to you?!”

“How did you know my name?” Stygian asked suddenly, realizing that this lizard thing somehow recognized her, even though she didn’t look at all similar. And besides, she couldn’t remember ever meeting a dragon such as this when she was young.

The dragon smiled coyly. “I know all about you! It’s all right here!” The dragon sailed away on its massive wings for its small size, glided onto a shelf not far from the roof, grabbed a scroll, and then glided back down again. She dropped the scroll at Stygian’s feet and then fanned it open. “Go on.” She sneered. “Have a look.”

Stygian tried not to laugh at the way this cocky dragon acted. Her voice was like that of a child’s, a high pitched crackle in its throat, and yet it acted like the most powerful dragon to have ever existed. Stygian very much doubted that. She peered down at the scroll skeptically.

“Oh how could I have forgotten?” The dragon pretended to look sad for a moment. “You can’t read.”

The scroll was a mess of symbols that Stygian couldn’t understand, just like the scrolls still hidden within her wings on her back. Did that mean this dragon could read?

“I can read it for you if you wish.” The dragon sensed her thoughts with a smile, and then snatched up the scroll again carelessly, and Stygian winced as her claws tore at the fragile papyrus. “This is all your life right here.” The dragon explained with an even deeper smirk. “From the day you hatched to this present moment.”

“How is that possible?!” Stygian roared, reaching for the scroll, but the dragon glided further away, back onto the rail with the tapestries, and observed her with a keen eye.

“I told you.” The dragon sneered from its post. “I have powers!”

“Powers that you can spy on any dragon you wish?!”

The dragon ignored the question. “Oh dear me, we haven’t even introduced ourselves and already we’re getting so nosy! I’m Turbulence, and you are? Oh but I already know your name, Hyaline. Now goes by Stygian. Destined to become Leviathan!”

The scales along Stygian’s back stood stalk straight in unease.  “Who are you exactly?” She challenged. She was pretty sure she could take this dragon on anyday, it may know a lot about her, but that didn’t mean it could put up a good fight!

“Didn’t I already tell you?” The dragon frowned, growing impatient. “I’m Turbulence!”

“That means nothing to me. What are you? I’ve never heard of a dragon god besides the First, and what are your so called powers? Mind demonstrating?”

“In good time.” The dragon waved her away. “I know why you’re here though. Didn’t you say you can’t read? And you think you could find some knowledge on lifting the Curse, yes? I can teach you to read, however, I think you’re going about this in a very wrong way. I see an amazing future for yourself as Leviathan, why would you ever want to get rid of it?”

“Are you kidding me?” Stygian lashed her tail, and coins tinkled as they scattered in all directions. “I have been a target nonstop since the Curse touched me! I have been shot at and called names, rejected, and outcast. And I’m to live forever watching all my loved ones die before me, until I am the last dragon on earth. Only then will I be able to die in peace! How is that such a great future?!”

Turbulence tapped her claw against her chin, as if in deep thought. “You’ve been looking at this Curse very negatively.” She said at last, and her eyes glowed in the candlelight. “However, there are some benefits of this “Curse” you may be missing out on.”

“Like what?!” Stygian snorted.

“Like the fact that you have a long life! And oh! How those dragons and people fear you! Fear can go such a long way, I mean just look at me! I’m worshipped as a god because the humans fear me, despite my small size. Now wouldn’t you like to be honoured like a king? Ah, but even kings bow down to me! I don’t know why you would ever want to go back to being an ordinary swamp dragon. So boring. With what you are now, you can have everything you ever dreamed of having!”

Stygian opened her mouth to protest, but closed it again, thinking hard.

I never thought about it that way. But even so, if it meant never seeing her mother again, what were riches and long life to her?

“Even so.” Her voice had turned to pleading and had lost its angry force. “I would like to see my mother again. I was happy with my family before all this happened. Please, please teach me to read so I can erase this curse and go back to my old life.”

The dragon sighed and rolled her eyes begrudgingly. “Alright.” She put down Stygian’s scroll. “If that is what you wish…”


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Stygian awoke to darkness. The candles had gone out and a chill settled deep within her bones. Some dragons were nocturnal, but Stygian wasn’t one of them.

Or am I?

As she continued to stare at the abyssal darkness around her, edges and shadows began to form within her vision, blurry at first, but the abstract was becoming increasingly more concrete, and soon she could see the pale outlines of everything in the room, even her own claws.

That’s new. She thought suspiciously. Does the Curse come with powers?

The little dragon was gone.

Stygian heaved herself to her feet, and coins scattered around her in loud tinkling sounds. She tried to remember what had happened last night, but it was all very foggy in her memory.

Turbulence agreed to teach me to read. Then…then what? Had they made any progress at all? Confusing symbols stained Stygian’s memory, of letters, of drawings, of things she didn’t yet understand. Yes. I saw many symbols yesterday. But I still don’t understand what they mean.

The door groaned open just then, and it was such a startling, tremendous sound that the walls around her shook violently, spilling scrolls and sending jewels clattering to the ground as the marble heaved beneath her feet. Stygian sat bolt upright.

There’s no way Turbulence could have left that way, or I would have been awake long ago!

But what came through the door wasn’t Turbulence. It wasn’t even a dragon.

A massive log tumbled to the floor, a silhouette against the murky gray dawn that leaked through. Small figures shoved it out of their way before entering the temple. They must have used it to force the heavy door open.

A light went up. Stygian leapt behind the carved railing as light flared the temple into a bright flame. Fire?! But it was catching, licking up skinny brass cylinder tubes she hadn’t noticed before that were attached to the walls, and catching in lamp posts where the fire grew the brightest. My! It was a whole system of light!

Now that the whole temple was illuminated, Stygian heard gasps as the visitors spotted her. She lifted her neck cautiously, flaring out the webs along her throat and the spines along her back in warning. The creatures froze.

Humans. Have they come to pay gifts to Turbulence?

But Turbulence was still nowhere to be found, and this too registered in the human’s eyes. They gawked up at her in terror, their jaws trembling. She heard whispers between them, there were six of them in all, and they threw fearful, suspicious glances her way. She only recognized one word, which the Wishing Dragon seemed to have cursed her to hear in any language.

…Starless Fiend!

They know. Her heart was a catapult in her chest. But they didn’t look like they had any weapons on them. Who would dare bring weapons to a dragon they thought was a god? What would they do now? Would they run?

Stygian flared her wings so that her wingtips brushed the tapestries on the walls. The pink undersides of her wings were drained of their colour, much more than she remembered. Darkness was taking over.

Stygian despaired.

Instead she could see the leader give orders, and the other five made grunting noises as they dragged a heavy chunk of pure gold into the room. Diamonds studded its surface, so that when it caught the firelight it was like blazing water. The breath within Stygian’s throat was stolen away from her at the sight of it, and she couldn’t remove her eyes from its flaming brilliance.

It was the most beautiful thing she had ever laid eyes on.

She leapt straight for it and instantly the men screamed and fled, not even bothering to shut the door behind them as they left. Stygian landed on the item with such force that it tipped and fell over, smashing into the marble floor with an enormous thud. More scrolls clattered to the floor, rolling about before going still.

“That was meant for me you know. But it’s yours now. They think you killed me.”

Stygian swivelled around, feeling both possessive and protective of her newfound treasure. There stood Turbulence, on the rail, and it seemed as if she had come from nowhere.

“Where have you been?!” Stygian demanded.

“I haven’t left. Why would I leave? They bring me everything I could ever desire. I haven’t left this temple in hundreds of years; you think I’m going to start now just because some Lustrous Dragon found her way onto my doorstep? Please.” She slithered down onto the floor until she was at Stygian’s feet. “I did you a favour you know. I hid when they came so that they would think you devoured me.”

Fear sounded in Stygian’s chest. “You traitor! Now they’re going to come back and avenge your death!”

“Avenge my death?!” The little dragon fell over laughing, coins scattering around her. “That’s not how it works with gods. If one god defeats the other then that god is more powerful and should be worshipped all the more.”

“They see me as a god?!” Stygian choked.

“Well of course they do. Who can devour a god but a more powerful god?” A nasty smirk was creeping across Turbulence’s face. “Now you’ll live a life of luxury! Forget the Curse; I’ve solved it all for you!”

“I didn’t want this!” Stygian flicked her tail, tripping Turbulence in the process. “I don’t want the Curse! I want to go home!”

“Oh, quit being such a dragonet about it.” Turbulence dusted herself off, her four beady little eyes glaring back up at Stygian. “We can continue the readings if that’s what you want, but I still think you’re passing up a brilliant opportunity.”

“My dreams are not yours.” Stygian retorted, and then snatched the closest scroll and flung it at Turbulence. “There! Now teach me how to read it!”

“So pushy.” Turbulence unrolled the scroll in her claws and pretended to read it. “What is so great about this so called home anyway? Did you have these amazing jewels? Intricate tapestries? This great sum of knowledge? I know you love that diamond studded mound of gold, I saw you leap on it like a jaguar.”

“Shut up and start reading! I’ll be here for centuries if I have to, I’m going to undo this Curse! A shrimp like you isn’t going to stop me either! Now get on it!”

“Patience.” The dragon hissed, her forked tongue vibrating in front of Stygian’s face before being slurped back into her mouth.

“I don’t have time!”

“Eternity not enough time for you?” Turbulence’s sarcasm couldn’t be more apparent.

“I only have so long before the Curse is complete! What if I lose my mind in the process?! What if I become a monster like the legends say?! What if I REALLY AM LEVIATHAN?!”

“Now let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Turbulence was unconcerned. “No matter who you are, or how unravelled you think your mind is, you’ll always know between right and wrong. That will always be annoyingly apparent. Ha. You? The real Leviathan? Don’t make me laugh! You’re an imitation and nothing more.”

“Oh but you don’t care if I lose my mind do you?!” Stygian snarled, taking a step that felt uncomfortably close to Turbulence. “That’s right! How could I forget?! You WANT me to fulfill the curse! You’ll drag this out as long as you can! Why should I trust you?!”

“Hey kid, watch it!” Turbulence snapped, leaping away from Stygian’s bared claws. “I’m the only hope you’ve got, that’s why! Don’t you forget who I am! Looks can be deceiving.  I may look like an easy fight, but I’m a god! You’re just a snivelling, desperate dragonet! You’re completely lost without me.”

Stygian’s spikes shot upwards. “No.” She hissed. “You’re not. Forget it. I’m going to go see my Mother.”

Turbulence’s laugh bounced off the domed ceiling and fell into a million glass fragments that shattered about them.

“Your Mother will take one look at you, mark my words, and she will be full of terror. Horror will spill out of her gaze like a fountain, and she won’t know what to do with you! Again I say it, mark my words! She will either drive you away in disgusted rage or she’ll flee, but not even your Mother can help you now. No one can undo the curse of a Wishing Dragon, no one.”

“You don’t know anything about my Mother so don’t even pretend! You’re just trying to control me. I’m out of here!” Stygian glided painfully towards the door and began to heave against it with all the might she could muster, but Turbulence had already sailed onto an oaken shelf and had grabbed another scroll, which she carelessly dropped at her feet.

Stygian momentarily stared at it before the strings in her mind made contact in realization.

“You don’t know anything about my Mother.” She repeated, but it was more of a bitter challenge this time. She turned to Turbulence, her muzzle crumpling into an uneven ditch. “You don’t.”

“On the contrary young one, I know more about your Mother than you do.”

That was the last straw. With a roar, Stygian’s wings unfurled, and she ignored the pain that sang from her torn wing as she leapt at the cocky little dragon, who was more agile than a fox as she dodged Stygian’s attack.

“Perhaps you really will succeed me as a god!” She mocked as she scrambled up the tapestries on the walls. “Who kills a god and leaves behind the temple?!”

“I’ll kill you AND destroy your temple! The world will forget you ever existed!” Stygian’s hissed from far below the tapestries. Her wing wasn’t well enough to fly that high, and Turbulence could do quicker turns even if she could. She would never catch her unless the little dragon was caught unaware.

“Only the First could ever do such a thing.” Turbulence gave her a cocky grin. “If only you knew who I was! You wouldn’t be so quick to even gaze at me, nevermind attack me! You would melt in terror!”

“I won’t be back.” Stygian vowed as she smashed her body into the door so that it moaned the remainder open.

“You will though.” Turbulence’s girly giggle followed her out the door. “It’s already written in your scroll!”

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PeridotPhoenixx's avatar

pretty sure that the raindragoness person traced or heavily refferences this from

SpireWings