A Broken Heart and a Wish

Behold, the Goddess Lalasa, Bloompuff Goddess of Love, and perhaps even more important than that, creator of the Amorapuffs. Here is the story of how they came to be.

Many years after the war, when the land had mostly healed and the plants and population regrown, Lalasa noticed that many of the planet’s denizens were still sad and upset. This may not have been a direct result of the fallout of the war but there had been a drop in morale and love, and sadness was now spreading like a disease in some areas. Lalasa prayed to the All Mother for this to be reversed but her pleas were not heard. The All Mother was weak from the war and leery of the other species outside what Masa-Yoshi had made, and those that her other children had made. Upon receiving no answer or guidance from the All Mother, Lalasa went to Masa-Yoshi to ask for her aid, but her pure hearted and selfless wish to help others fell on deaf ears. Masa-Yoshi did acknowledge the need but not much else as her fear of outsiders due to the war made her reluctant to help. Lalasa was upset and heartbroken with her people, her fellow goddess, and their apparent disregard for the suffering of others. In the height of her passion she made this clear to poor Masa-Yoshi who took the brunt of her outburst.

Lalasa went back to her large quarters, looking around the full and yet cold and empty place, feeling lonely and sad herself, something she had tried her hardest not to acknowledge and hide. She looked at her reflection in the mirror as she sat at her vanity; yes her countenance was beautiful but the woman looking back at her had eyes that seemed so empty. There was no joy, no light, no warmth. She was the type of beauty similar to that of a doll, a manufactured perfection rather than a genuine one. The only god that took interest in her was Vanity and really she had no wish to be with another god or goddess. Her heart ached for her fellow Bloompuffs, for herself, and for all the other species of the planet below. She looked at herself again, this time overcome by a deep anger. How could she be a true goddess of love when she herself was not happy nor had she discovered a true love in her heart, not even a real friend to her name? In a rare fit of frustration and hurt she swept her hands out and cleared the vanity, knocking her jewelry, keepsakes, and trinkets to the floor. She immediately regretted it as a small porcelain doll she had been given as a child by Masa-Yoshi herself broke; she clambered to the floor on her knees looking at the few broken pieces and cracks with tears of shame and frustration gathering in her eyes. She shouldn't have done that. She shouldn't have lost control in such a way; it was unseemly for a goddess, a woman of her status. No, that wasn’t right. She gathered up her doll and its broken pieces and clutched it tightly to her chest as her long gown strewn about the floor over the items she had thrown. She had always looked up to Masa-Yoshi and the other two goddess of the Trinity. She had wanted to be just like them, but all this time of being proper and princess like, of being this cold kind of beautiful had brought her nothing. If anything she felt a little out of place with her long hair, her beautiful gown, being all prim and beautiful in every way a proper lady should be. Unnoticed to her, a single glowing tear fell from her eye and landed on the doll, causing it to lightly glow and sparkle.

“I don't need a prince,” she whispered to herself as she slowly stood up and freed one hand to rip off her godly diadem and throw it to the ground, crystalline butterflies cracking off it as it hit the floor. She still looked up to the Trinity but it was time to stop walking in their shadows and trying to mimic them, trying to be somebody she was not. She did love lace, ruffles, and pearls but there was so much more to herself that it was time she acknowledged it and something deep inside her heart told her that she could be her own prince, and a knight of love for those who needed it the most.

She looked at her beloved doll and all of her precious trinkets that were lying about with slightly tear blurred eyes. After gently placing the doll down she gathered all of the other trinkets up placed them all in a nice pile together and for the first time ever concentrated her magic, her true magic, on the love and bond she had with these items since a young child, on the memories of how she felt when she received them, and on breathing life back into her most beloved doll, what may have been her first friend. Magic began to flow through and around her in a way it never had before, the strength of it lifting her slightly off the floor, her long hair rustling in the winds of her own magic as her dress billowed and her entire being glowed with a warm, rose gold radiance. The items moved and flowed together, changing to form something new, a new kind of support, a new sort of treasure, something special, eternal and all hers, something that was truly one of a kind. Her secret, lonely heart poured out into her magic and the new life she was creating, carrying with it her wish for a best friend.

It took much more energy then she had ever used before but she eventually found herself falling semi-gracefully back upon the ground, before collapsing onto her hands and knees, hair disheveled and tired and breathing heavy from the drain, staring at the floor trying to catch her breath before a new sound, the soft clink of porcelain chiming together, was heard. A small delicate hand touched her flushed, slightly damp cheek, whether from finally shed tears or exertion was hard to tell, and the soft, melodic voice of this new being was heard.

"Miss, are you okay?"

Lalasa's heart skipped a beat as she abandoned all plans of trying to recover or breathe and she looked up at the face of what was once merely her doll, her eyes shining at her with warm, concerned opalescent brilliance, her hair shimmering pastel shades of the softest rainbows, her voice akin to that of a music box, clear and concise but comforting. Lalasa could feel tears come to her eyes anew as she looked at the lovely thing, catching a glimmer from something behind her catching the light. It looked like an iridescent balloon, full of shimmer and shaped as if a butterfly. Lalasa had never seen such a balloon before, in fact she noticed crystalline butterflies the same as her diadem all around the doll fluttering on her softly like the crystal was fluid.

"I...." Lalasa was speechless as a butterfly rounded the tail and an item inside it a lacy heart pillow with the inscription 'Made with Love' sat there in front of her.

Before Lalasa had a moment to think one bit more to even speak, the voice sounded again. "Let's be friends," the girl said.

Lalasa was so happy she merely tackled the girl to the ground without thinking. "Let's!" she replied back laughing, tears falling down her cheeks as she cuddled the girl happily, feeling her heart swell with joy and love she had never felt before. A soothing magic came over her from the girl, making her heart light and clearing the haze she had been in.

Lalasa had found her own solution to the problem that had plagued her in these new, wonderful little creatures. She would make more of them out of the cherished things of those who were suffering, gathering them up before using their owner’s own memories and love for their treasures as well as her newly discovered true love for the inhabitants of this world to give them a living form, and then send them back to the planet, back to the sad and the weak, the lonely and the heartbroken, and the ones most in need of someone to just be there and support them through their darkest times. Lalasa was excited at the prospect of watching each one of her new children blossom and grow to in turn bloom love with their new owners. She had so many ideas and plans to make sure everyone in need got one they could bond with even if they did not have a treasure of their own she could form one from. She had a purpose now, a meaningful one, and her new friend she couldn't be happier. "Amorapuffs..." she said under her breath that was what she would call them. They would dress in styles she knew and idolized. There were those who wore Asian wear from the east, or frills and decadence from the west, and the many fusions and styles in between. Adorable loving helpers to lift anyone's spirits crafted from their dearest possessions that had been left behind or forgotten about as life took their owners down a lonely path.

"Ahem..." it was the softest ahem in the history of ever, Lalasa barely heard it over her thoughts and epiphany. "Umm, I’m sorry to interrupt... but...what shall my name be miss?" the lovely butterfly girl said.

Lalasa stared at her for some time not speaking, not because she was thinking of a name but once again in awe of the lovely creature before her, a creature she herself had made. Another soft ahem came from the first Amorapuff after some time.

"Prisha," was Lalasa's now quick reply. "Your name is Prisha and to you I will be only ever Lalasa, not miss, and we will be friends forever," she said as she held out her pinky, something she had seen some other species do that seemed to symbolize a lasting promise.

The newly named Prisha looked confused for a moment but seemed to get it as she reached out her pinky, a soft slightly chilled pinky curling delicately around Lalasa's as best it could, she looked into Lalasa's eyes like she was staring right into her soul and replied. "It’s a promise," she said with a delicate smile.

Lalasa only hoped that if Prisha could save her from her own heart that she hadn't acknowledged had been darkened so deeply, that more Amorapuffs made with the right intentions could save many more.

This was her one true wish and purpose as she slowly got up, untwining their pinkies and walked determinedly into her closet, stripping off her silly flowy dress and grabbing a very princely outfit, dusty from being hidden in the very back of her closet. An almost negligent pulse of her magic had it pristine once more as she put it on. She would be the knight to save them all, the prince that would be there for all who cried out for a hand to help them out of their darkness. Roles and preconceptions be damned, she could be anything she wanted to be and through this act and acceptance she broke free of her self-imposed chains and finally became what she was always meant to be.

Lalasa had become herself.

Written by KizunaYui - Revised by @azraelvek