#wondy

Journal of Tasha

If you are reading this… then fate has finally brought the right eyes to these words.

I have fled.

Not out of fear, but out of knowledge. The future is a cruel thing to witness when you are powerless to stop it. The Feywild will one day be swallowed by a darkness so deep that even its oldest magic will tremble before it.

I have searched every path. Every spell. Every bargain.

No matter what I did… the outcome remained the same.

My mother, Baba Yaga, foresaw it long ago. I refused to believe her. I believed I could outsmart destiny.

I was wrong.

I cannot stop what is coming.

But perhaps… the ones I touched can.

During my travels I searched for those who might carry the strength the future demanded. Yet everywhere I looked, corruption had already begun to take root. The world’s champions were already twisted by ambition, pride, or fear.

So I turned to the young.

Children.

And the decision nearly broke me.

How could I burden innocent lives with such a fate?

For a long time I did nothing. I simply wandered, helping where I could. Then I encountered a desperate woman—human, frightened, and alone. She believed her unborn child would be rejected… perhaps even killed… because the child was not a pure elf.

I calmed her. I comforted her. I promised her everything would be alright.

And then I did something unforgivable.

While she slept, I cast my spell upon the unborn child.

Ambrosia.

Into her soul I wove courage… conviction… and the strength this world will one day need. But magic always demands a price, and I fear the cost of what I did will follow her all her life.

When the spell was complete, I left the mother somewhere safe until the enchantment faded.

I never saw them again.

The second child was different.

A small blue boy whose name I did not yet know. Fate whispered that his path required suffering… confusion… and contradiction.

So I cursed him.

Or rather… I made him believe he was cursed.

I twisted his mind so that he would think he could only speak lies. The weight of that belief would shape the choices he made and the roads he walked.

His name was Satyana.

I know he will not survive what is to come.

But the threads of fate required him.

And I hate myself for it.

After that… I could no longer bear to manipulate strangers’ children.

So I committed the greatest sin of all.

I had one of my own.

A tiefling boy.

Perfect.

Beautiful.

My son.

Zarathos.

Yet even as I held him, I knew the truth. I could not raise him. The future demanded he walk a lonely road. I gave him only one gift—the ability to glimpse the three souls whose deaths will shape the end of this story.

Perhaps… if he is clever… he will find a way to change what I could not.

Leaving him behind was the hardest thing I have ever done.

The final child came from a coven that worshipped the moon.

Selûne’s followers.

Even writing this fills me with dread. The gods hate the one they call the Destroyer, yet their hatred only fuels the catastrophe they fear. If they had simply left fate alone, perhaps none of this would be necessary.

But gods rarely know restraint.

In that coven I found a child still sleeping in her crib.

A tiny girl.

Her name was Ayla.

She was so innocent that my hands trembled as I worked.

To her I gave the gift of healing. The strength to mend what others break… and to hold together the fragile bonds between those who must stand against the coming dark.

Four children.

Four pieces on a board none of them chose to play upon.

I have left the fate of the Feywild… perhaps the world itself… in their hands.

And still, the visions show things I cannot understand.

The Shaper.

The Anomaly.

Their meanings remain hidden from me.

If you are reading this… then the threads have already begun to tighten.

My only hope…

is that they succeed where I have failed.

An original design for Priscilla Rich, the original Cheetah. Wanted to play with the idea of a jealous rich woman going absolutely ga-ga and making a suit out of a taxidermied cheetah from scratch.

THE RETURN OF WONDY'S LONG PANTS -- COMING SOON TO COMIC BOOK SHOPS.

PIC INFO: Resolution at 1186x1800 -- Spotlight on cover art to "Wonder Woman" Vol. 6 #9 [in the words of Screenrant, "The Pants Return"]. Cover B. Artwork by Julian Totino Tedesco. May, 2024. DC Comics.

Early on in this blog, I couldn’t help but see a similarity in the totems of the Redgar Forbidden Lands and the Wondog and Wondy pillars of Wondaria. Originally, I was expecting to meet the author of those sci-fi books down the line. Up until meeting ID-F86, I sincerely thought I would meet him and that he would be involved in the people's departure. Wondog and Wondy gave me an uneasy feeling with their "Pinky-and-the-Brain" smiles.

The gotcha details about the Primal Awoofies of the Forbidden Island stated that they were the wild cousins of their less menacing counterparts. Wondog and Wondy were based on domesticated awoofies native to the Forgotten Land. I therefore believed that the pillars were more ancient than the amusement park.

As I came to find out, there were no more humans left on this planet, not even some rich author turning a profit from others' obsession with his dreams of far off worlds made reality. Suddenly the creepy pillars of Redgar did not seem so connected to the park after all.

That's when I realized--What else were we seeing in the Redgar Forbidden Lands? Look out towers, beds of leaves with shelters and snacks... Giant claw marks. As the Primal Awoofy Gotcha states, the Originull Wasteland was the birthplace of the Beast Pack and I was deep in their territory.

Therefore the pillars there were somehow constructed BY the Beast Pack AFTER the humans had left. So what if... What if they had seen Wondaria as a mysterious place where these two characters were practically worshipped. Without any other context, and not being able to read, an amusement park would have been alien to them. But they would have seen the excessive products with that same likeness taking the form of statues, plush toys, collectible cups, bags...along with posters depicting them in urban areas.

What else would the Beast Pack have thought but that the characters were entities of significant importance? After all, the intelligent and mighty humans had made such idols in their honor.

Inspired, and wanting to emulate the land's former masters, the Beast Pack modeled THEIR statues after Wondaria's, designing them to be more imposing, but just as magnificent.