When I Was Ten, I Had A Dream Influenced By Harry Potter And LOTR/Hobbit Despite Never Having Watched

When I was ten, I had a dream influenced by Harry Potter and LOTR/Hobbit despite never having watched the movies or read the books. If you wanna make a story out of this, just make sure to credit me as the original dreamer hehehehehehe...Enjoy~

Frodo was riding a Harry Potter broom in the middle of the night. (I'll call him Fro from now on) Fro's job was to bring this magical golden disc to an Old Wizard in the Woods every year, because the magic of the disc was the only thing keeping the town safe from outside threats. The Old Wizard's job was to renew the magic of the disc because the disc magic needs maintaining every year.

This year, however, and on this particular night, the Old Wizard said he couldn't cast his spell on the disc because it had been damaged. The wizard thinks the enemy must have damaged it on purpose so that any magic renewal on the disc will corrupt the magic and endanger the town. Just at that moment, the disc magically falls through the floor, and the wizard tells Fro that the enemy magically teleported the disc to his (the enemy's) lair. So now it is Fro's job to get the disc back.

So, Fro hops on his broom and flies off into the night, beginning his great adventure.

And then I woke up. The end

Dystopian world-building for funsies cuz why not

Cordelia and her Batch-mates were raised by Caretakers after they were Produced by the Producers. They have no parents, no family. Just the Caretakers and each other.

When they are old enough, they are brought to the Academy as Students. Cordelia is especially fascinated by Pre-Disaster Studies, a subject taught in the Academy.

All babies, both boys and girls, have been pre-conditioned during their Production (as zygotes, during their gene arrangements) to have only straight hair, never curly. Girls wear their hair down, nice and straight, with no tying or accessorising. Boys are expected to keep their hair trimmed short and tidy, but with no curls or styling.

Fantasy school world building for fun

Rowena Snow is the name of a distant ancestor of Winnie Hart's. Winnie was named after her. Rowena was the youngest of seven Snow children, with one of her sisters being Hildegard Snow. Hildegard Snow was very influential and remarkable in her day (for whatever reason I don't know yet). Winnie Hart looks and acts very much like Rowena Snow, but Hildegard Snow is the direct distant ancestor of Winnie Hart (whether through Winnie's mum or dad, I'm not sure yet).

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Fantasy fiction featuring orphan-hero and chosen-one tropes (and this fic just so happens to have a teeny bit of inspiration from Harry Potter stuff, and maybe a bit of Lion Guard stuff, idk)

There was a boy who grew up in an orphanage for ten years, before getting adopted by his father's best friend.

The boy's uncle-figure had been looking for the boy ever since he heard that his best friend (the boy's father) and his wife (the boy's mother) died.

The boy's parents died separately, in two separate incidents. The boy's father (Aaron Edelhert) sacrificed himself to let his wife and baby son escape when there was a threat against their village. The mother took their baby boy to a different village to take refuge.

Unfortunately, when the boy was two to three years old, he was bitten by a dark snake, whose venom was lethally cursed. That snake also came from the same threat those two to three years ago, which the boy's father had partially succeeded to destroy before succumbing to his death. The mother acted quickly and extracted the curse, but at the cost of her own life. This left the boy with a scar over his eye, and his blood being laced with venom (without the curse). The venom gave him a certain immunity to some poisons, venoms and curses. It also prevented him from being recursed years later. The boy attributes this immunity to his mother's sacrifice rather than the venom itself.

POV

A tall, handsome young man stepped into the orphanage. He spoke politely to the orphanage staff, asking for a certain Augustus Jason Edelhert. They kindly obliged and gestured to the light-haired boy with a strange-looking blotch on his face.

The boy was sitting at a table with some friends, drawing pictures (really good pictures, the young man thought, he has his dad's talent).

The staff called the boy, and he walked up to them obediently, warily eyeing the man. The man stifled a gasp when he saw the blotch for what it was; a large, fat slash mark over the boy's left eye, from just above his eyebrow all the way to the bottom of his jaw. What have they done to you?

The man fought back his tears and smiled as welcomingly as he could at the little version of his brother. It stung him to know that he was a stranger in the boy's eyes (rather piercing eyes at that), but he would soon fix that.

"Augustus Jason Edelhert, this is your godfather, Cyrus Kane Waterbury. He will be looking after you in place of your parents."