Welcome to my story, lovelies. This is my first DtL fic, so please point out any horrible, horrible mistakes. No, leaving out the second game does not count as a mistake.

Warnings: Second game is left out, FC whom is important to the plot (but not from his POV), taking canon background characters and giving them names and personalities, very unusual pairings, death of a character, already dead Wiflre, Creator bashing (by Wilfre and one other character who will not be revealed atm), Creator getting a name and Raposa form, Creator being emotional and then rebounding from grief to an almost completely different personality by fourth chapter (yeah, well, finding out you can see someone who's dead and near and dear to you would make you happy too)

Tried to make everything believable, but it's DRAWN TO LIFE and the main character is THE CREATOR. Very broad lines to be believable there.

I think that's all the warnings for the whole story... Well, let's start, then! Enjoy!

Gone is the Flare

The Creator loved all of her creations.

She knew now that pouring so much love and care, so much personality and free will, could be dangerous. She also knew that if one of her beloved Raposa turned on her, it hurt. If they turned on her as Wilfre did, taking the book she used to give them so much and using it for evil purposes, it didn't just hurt. It ached and throbbed and burned in her chest, pained her worse than any ailment she could have gotten.

Since then, since little Mari had called to her, since Lime the Hero had been created, since the tragedy had occurred and a new love had spawned, The Creator had learned a lot. She had learned to open her heart again, to let the creations spill forth with vibrant life and color again, she mourned again, and she loved again.

After the defeat of Wilfre, she learned that losing a creation by her own special made medium, even one that had turned so terribly against her and wounded her, was awful. The Creator did not lock herself away. She merely wept, and the tears came free from her eyelashes in dark hues; violets, blues, deep reds, and even grays. It rained those colors in the village that day, and every once in a while after.

The Creator never turned her back to the Raposa, no matter how upset she became. In fact, she created a design for herself, a pure white Raposa with hair that fell straight past her shoulders and a bright, peachy face. This Raposa was not a hero, but The Creator herself. She still knew all that happened when she entered her creations and took that form, could still create with a flick of her wrist. Of course, she still worked in her plain white room when she felt she needed to, but when things seemed slower, with less designing to do, The Creator transformed and entered the village, or perhaps another place.

This form needed a name, but how does one give a name to The Creator of all things? She mulled over it for several days, painting, drawing, sketching, adding a special touch of life to someone's belly, and designing, but always wondering what to call herself as a Raposa. Nothing came easily, but it hit her suddenly and completely on the fifth day.

Reeth.

She would call herself Reeth.

The Creator, having given herself a name for the first time since the start of creation, entered her world the next day. Everyone was kind to her, it seemed, whether it was Mari (kind by nature, always had been, even as a child) to Bark (insane for sure, but not hard to get along with if you didn't go for his rock). Perhaps they were all kind because Reeth knew how their minds worked. She had not made their personalities- that had come from the brush strokes, her emotions while painting, and inspiration from life events –but she knew them all too well from watching them as little Rapos.

Nonetheless, she enjoyed interacting with them. She was positively ecstatic about it, even if they didn't know she was The Creator. It always seemed wonderful up until she saw Indee and Pirate Beard conversing. She saw the gray fur, the lack of ponytail, and thought, Wilfre, why aren't you talking with them? Why did you become so cruel? Is it my fault?

Yes, said the wicked little voice in the back of Reeth's head. It's all your fault. You should have let the Raposa create, you should have corrected Wilfre's problem earlier, you could have saved him. Tears welled in Reeth's eyes, red tears that looked like blood and stained her fur. Clouds moved in overhead, heavy with rain. The blood-tears started to fall, and the red rain poured like gore. Other Raposa dove for cover, but Reeth stayed there, crouched, crimson staining her fur and turning her into a guilty, bloody mess.

There was a click-click-clicking and the white Raposa saw the feet of Lime, Lime the Hero. "Are you alright?" Lime asked, her voice normal. She was normal, a ginger Raposa with dirty blonde hair and a tannish face and a green feather sticking out behind one of her ears. The only odd thing about her was that steady click-click that she emitted when she walked, like her wooden joints were a little too loose and had to clink together as she walked. Lime was perhaps the only one who saw Reeth as The Creator, the only one who suspected, probably because she was imbued with Reeth's power and magic.

"Oh Lime," the white Raposa said, quelling her tears for a moment. "You are so very, very sweet." She left off the 'Why did I create you to kill? Why couldn't you have been normally born?' and instead opted to hug the mannequin, the hero. "You are so special. I hope you have many years of peace." Tears still brimmed at Reeth's eyes, sorrow shining deep within them. Lime took her paw, led her to the beach, not the ever-crowded North Beach, but the secret beach.

The Kori trees were looking great, their flaming orange leaves and bright red fruit healthy as can be. Lime went over to them after asking Reeth to wait a moment, grabbed a pair of Kori fruits. They were ripe-looking, deliciously-scented, and as Lime handed her one, The Creator bit into it immediately. The sharp, tangy flavor hit her taste buds, and although it didn't make the ache go away, it quieted her snuffles and stopped the salty red water from falling from her eyes.

Shortly thereafter, in the quiet as the two Raposa ate, the downpour stopped and the rainclouds rolled away. Splish! Lime threw the pit of her fruit into far out into the ocean and turned to The Creator, her face serious and a tad solemn, almost unreadable by normal Rapo-standards. "I think you're in love with him."

There are many ways to react to that statement when it comes from out of the blue, so many ways that Reeth didn't know how to. She knew, as she usually did, who Lime was talking about, what the Hero was proposing. The thought was also not completely preposterous; Reeth loved all of her creations, and it was not impossible that she had gotten carried away. She had put so much time and effort into his design, such a passion.

When Reeth didn't say anything, Lime repeated and clarified. "I think you're in love with Wilfre." The Hero did not sound happy about this. Why should she be, if The Creator was in love with her worst enemy, and her dead worst enemy, at that. Thankfully, Lime also did not express the anger she felt, although Reeth knew she felt it. "I don't want to know why," she continued on, and that was a lie, the other Raposa knew, "I'm more concerned about the way the village has been losing life. Everything seems the same, like no one else notices, but I do. That special flare is gone because you aren't happy, Reeth. Make yourself happy."

Lime walked away after she deduced she had made her point, leaving Reeth a bit shocked. She had seen into the Hero's mind (the only Rapo's mind she could fully see because of their connection) , seen what she was talking about, and it was insane. Ridiculous! Impossible! The Creator could not simply return Wilfre to life! What in the world was Lime thinking? Reeth couldn't do that, disobey the laws of Life and Death that she herself had set, even for love-

(because it was a one-sided love or because she wasn't certain she was in love or perhaps because she thought he would let her get closer and then rip her to shreds again but was it worth the risk)

-but she could make a Raposa that could.