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N:Era: Vixen of the Dead"Vixen of the Dead" Even after all the work to return people's emotions, several crystals hung on the palace wall, glinting with red anger or purple fear. Their colorful, almost flirtatious, display only occasionally captured the diners' attentions.Queen Raynfall enacted this "criminal therapy" as an ill-advised attempt to protect Glacialane, even helping herself with her newfound remedy. But instead of ruling more logically, she slumped. Without emotion, there was no logical reason to care about survival.Cyras sat at her right, eyeing her over the sea of food. When she fought the queen, her will won out—her battle prowess was insufficient—but even after Queen Raynfall admitted her wrongdoing, the rebuilding process took time.Honestly, if the Queen's cabinet didn't notice she was depressed, then the chefs should have. The dining lounge was filled with offerings to the altar of Raynfall in the form of fatty cakes drizzled with chocolate. Vanilla wafers. Cocoa sprinkles. She only ate comfort foods.Cyras, who had been known to gorge herself, couldn't eat anything because she was still a wild fox in heart and stomach. She'd vomit. She wasn't feeling too well just looking at everything.Over the clanging of forks, Queen Raynfall took a jolly swig of beer, then nearly whispered, "Cyras, I need you to make a special delivery to Sheerwalls. You can take a portal from here to Schloss Drachenschlag." She rolled a grayed-out gem over, that sounded like a die spinning across oak. "This gem belongs to 'Misty'.""No offence, but isn't this kinda your job?" Cyras said, tilting her head.Queen Raynfall shrugged. "I think you can handle the task."Empress Owlis, sitting across from Cyras, told her, "I am willing to assist you." To say Owlis hadn't helped during the previous mission was a slight understatement. Beyond the draining of emotions, rain flooded most of Southern Glacialane, and many citizens turned to the supposed freedom-fighters known as the Fangs of Liberty. Dire straits, indeed."Finally," Lilu said. "I think you should help on more missions.""Sometimes I can't help. Sometimes I will.""I can handle this just fine," Cyras said. She only had to smash the crystal Raynfall had, observe any negative side-effects, and smash the crystal Misty had, observe any negative side-effects.Of course, no one understood the emo-crystals completely, even the most proficient students of magic. Ramatos, their creator, wasn't in the right state to explain their powers. What they knew for sure was both the drainer and drained had a crystal each, and smashing both removed the effects.Ahmond the coywolf came by with a trolley of ice cream. "And for Queen Raynfall from the Ice Cream Pack." Her family served artisanal ice creams, and now the gray fox could sample them.Queen Raynfall raised an eyebrow but inserted a spoon in the ice cream.Ahmond's jaw lowered and trembled slightly.The Goddess of Rains divinely manipulated the spoon with her paw and brought the ice cream towards her mouth that was open enough to expose two upper fangs.Ahmond drooled as if she was the one eating.The ice cream entered the cavern, and the Queen of Glacialane closed her mouth over the spoon before removing the ladle, and her throat bulged a moment as the ice cream slid down her gullet. Her lashes fluttered, prettily.Ahmond stood more frozen than her dessert.Queen Raynfall said, "This was the best freaking ice cream I've ever had. Your family is hereby invited as the lead Ice Creamieres of Glacialane and will serve in my palace.""Oh no, that's not quite what I wanted—""Oh dear, another runner. Arrest her.""Wait, huh?"Guards of Glacialane grabbed Ahmond under the arms and carried her away. "Wait, no, you can't do this! You can't do this!"Cyras, Rosod, and Lilu stared at each other to see who'd save their teammate, daring each other, but they all shrugged. Rosod said, "This is the third time she's gotten arrested, so I don't think she should get bailed out.""I won't make ice cream ever again!" she cried as guards dragged her towards the bowels of Schloss Burgenromantik. Her voice echoed: "MY ICE CREAM IS PEOPLE."Lilu said, "Least she found success. Honestly, I was getting worried about that girl.""I'm going to go and give Misty the crystal," Cyras said."Just be careful. She's called the Vixen of the Dead," Raynfall noted. "And you don't want to know how she got that name.""Erm, I absolutely do want to know.""Well I didn't ask.""Oh, uh, whatever." And Cyras proceeded to the portal room. Sheerwalls must have been named because the walls stretched hundreds of feet into the sky, even towering over the abandoned palace of Drachenschlag. They glimmered like gems, yet on the far side, cast a thick shadow, and because they were circular, the spikes of the central church helped them form a sundial.The humbling size made Cyras nostalgic. She grew up in a jungle-forest near mountains, and the backdrop of the world made her feel insignificant, a lesson most Civics never truly learned.A sign hanging at the entrance read: SHEERWALLS - THE IMPENETRABLE, PERMANENT SHIELD.Cyras skim-read the remaining plaques. "The walls were built to protect the city from the undead in the Spectris Woodlands", "this city stood in the Autumn-Summer War". She got the idea, this place was traditional, old, untrammeled by time.She walked past the neon-illuminated pizza shop established to take advantage of the novelty historic city and entered Sheerwalls proper.Taking a tram from one end of the city to another, Cyras let the tiled floor roll past along with the half-timbered houses.Some buildings in the center were stacked on top of each other, such as the Ryvohnian church over a "bier" shop or an Owlisian cathedral over a bakery. All isolated by the walls of Sheerwalls.She let herself meditate on the scenery. Who needed games to occupy themselves when there was new scenery? Even better, passengers talked about how the water tasted weirder recently or how Raynfall was an awful leader.The tram arrived. She exited the walls.On this side, wilderness sprouted, with weeds growing underneath the walls, twisting over inferior plants. Shrubbery infested the road, threatening to take over.Cyras followed the path into the darker recesses of the forest, into the prison of knotweeds and rose bushes smothering each other. A world of prickly green and purple like sickly poisons. The wind was cool, but the sun was warm when she exited the shade.Someone could be ten feet from her and she wouldn't know. Except for the fact she could smell them, like she smelled the sweetness of the sycamores.She brushed against the knotweeds, odor of cut grass bouncing from them, when she discovered another sweet smell, but more sharp, pungent. Chemical. Like a cleanser. She followed the path to a cottage swallowed by Sunnyvilla creepers. A couple dead black roses stood in a planter.Cyras approached and knocked on the doors. No answer. She doubted anyone took half a minute to exit a cottage, so she peered through the frosted over, dark windows.Just a cramped living space with a mattress directly on the floor and a sink.Not easily deterred, Cyras sniffed around, getting more scent of window cleaner and traversed higher through a few bends, the trail like a switchback mountain, until she got a stronger whiff at the top.A few islands floated overhead, almost looking like a giant iceberg, except one that was top-heavy. Water dripped from them onto leaves, residue dying the liquid purple, before dripping onto various bottles with a near-musical, instead eerie, clinking.In the center of a ring of glasses sat a fox with closed eyes. Like Cyras, she also had fur tufts, but hers were longer and silky white, framing her lavender face. Dark blue marks rested upon her eyes."Are you Misty?" Cyras asked.The fox opened her eyes, both blue with cat-like pupils. "Hello. I was just meditating.""That's alright. Can I ask what you're doing here?""Are you interested?"The question took Cyras aback, until she remembered Civics lied and said they were interested in everything, because they valued a lack of negativity over an authentic positivity. "Yes, of course. I've never seen anyone resting underneath a waterfall."Misty said. "The poison of the dullydrip leaves makes for an effective shampoo. I squeeze some out sometimes with magic.""Wow, I've never known anyone to use poison.""That is a rare element." A warm spot glowed in Cyras' tail where she stashed the emo-crystal. What was Misty feeling? Her replies were terse and toneless, but the crystals suppressed emotions.The red fox sat. "If you want, I can get to business—""You may speak as long as you want. I am in no hurry," Misty said."Oh, I was afraid you were angry, because of how warm . . . " Cyras fished the emo-crystal out. "My name is Cyras Sumhyr."Misty's eyes widened."We're returning the crystals to everyone who's had their emotions sucked out.""I'd rather not have them," Misty said.Cyras did a double-take.Misty resumed, "I've been very angry in my life. I'd rather be calm, if you understand. I don't think I'm angry at you. I quite like you."Cyras tilted her head but smiled. "Well, I kinda have to give you this crystal back because these don't actually suck out your emotions, they just manifest elsewhere. Queen Raynfall's emotions are what caused a flood in the lowlands of Glacialane."Misty said, "All I really need is enough willpower for the job I need to do. I'm not a regent, so I doubt my sealed powers can cause national disasters."Cyras accepted that. "Why do you make this shampoo, by the way?""I sell them to a company. I'm a freelancer.""Oh, good. Makes money?""Yes.""That's good.""Is that all?" Misty asked."I'll come back," Cyras said, "and by the way, your shampoo must be pretty good. You look so fluffy."Misty nodded. "Thank you. You're cute as well.""Alright, see you later," Cyras hopped away.For a few minutes, she walked around in the Spectris Woodland, tracing her way back home.She would find a plan to force Misty to take the emo-crystal back somehow. Actually, was that the name of the gemstone? Emo-crystal? Sense-suckers . . . nah that wasn't a good name. Hm, sense-sucker, feeling-sucker, feeling f—wait no.A shake of a bush broke her thoughts.Her eyes darted suspiciously. She tried to sniff out anything suspicious. Rotting flesh. Like several day old carcass.These woods were haunted by the undead. Their power to infest and infect, mixed with their stench and blood-thirsty ways . . .Cyras lit her paw.A winged beast leaped at her, a bird specifically. In the flicker of the light, she saw the glazed bulging eyes and the jaw broken off the hinge.Cyras whirled out of the way, landed at the flank of the bird. She blasted the creature with a fireball, the flames flickering off the side and embers curving around the wings.Letting out a horrible shriek, the bird flapped twice to stay on balance, before lunging at her again.Cyras threw her arms wide, and as the creature closed in, two pillars of stone pincered the bird, crushing either wing.The zombie Twayt gave out a loud caw, then flapping came from the distance. Not one, not two, no, many wings. And a dozen birds dive-bombed.Cyras got low, preparing for the battle.A flash of purple spun through the sky. A scythe clipped the wings of several attackers, before purple liquid struck the Twayts, burning them. They shrieked loudly."Misty?" Cyras asked as she launched fireballs with her tail.Misty's maw gripped firmly on a scythe with another emo-crystal inset in the hilt. As one of the twayts attacked her midair, two water tendrils shot from her paw to secure him. She sliced rapidly, fluidly, leaving only ribbons for wings and within the same motion as the final slash, she smacked his head with a slip of paper with archaic writing.Her long forelegs hit the ground, then the rest of her body landed after. Like a spirit, she nearly levitated.With a radical plan to burn everybody, Cyras asked, "Quick, can you link the poison?"With a nod, Misty sent more splashes of murky guck, prompting Cyras to flame the substance.The sky lit up, turning into a crackling inferno, while the zombies emitted high-pitched noises like whistling. As they fell to the ground, Cyras grew eight new flaming tails and smacked them.Her strike caused an explosion, and a sphere of flames cleansed the spirits of the defeated undead."Impressive," Misty said. "You can cleanse a spirit without any type of sealing paper. I should've expected that from you, daughter of Sumhyr . . . and daughter of Reynard."Cyras glanced back at her. "Yeah. Why'd you say Reynard like that?""Well, Reynard Sumhyr is my uncle."In shock, Cyras fell onto her bottom. "Wait, so, you're my . . ."Misty smiled."I have more cousins?"* * * Glacialane and night life weren't two topics put in the same sentence. Not politely, at least. Rosaberg had a night life, Sunnyvilla had a night life, most of Wysdom had a night life. But for Glacialane, the only reasons restaurants were open in the late twenty-hours was because of the wilder population.Wilders still kept a crepuscular sleep schedule when they tried to acclimate to life in Glacialane. However, night crawlers were looked down upon because the other major population walking at the late hours was criminals.That explained why at this restaurant, security guards were posted at each door and window. Cyras periodically eyed the security. She wasn't scared for her own sake, but their eyes drilled into Misty. Not that the older fox cared much as she ate her white sausage and pretzel.Cyras ate heartily away at her schäufele, a meat shoulder salted, peppered, and boiled in white wine. She poured a bunch of gravy on as well. She only took a break from eating the shoulder to eat the sauerkraut.Taking a break from both for a few moments, she noticed Misty acting peculiar. The older fox had ordered a cloud beer that smelled a bit like bananas and instead of picking the glass up and sipping through her lips, she flicked her tongue out and lapped up the liquid.Cyras wasn't going to mention that. She would mention how Misty forewent her fork and bit on the sausage."You're a wilder, aren't you?""Yes," Misty said, looking up."Thank goodness." With a laugh, Cyras dropped her own fork. "Habits die hard, but Owlis sure insisted I learnt how to eat 'properly'. As if we're born with a spoon and a fork in either paw.""Mm, but you have to admit, civics sure created some of the best foods with their technology," Misty said, before taking another drink."Why didn't you tell me we were cousins earlier?" Cyras asked."I wasn't sure about your motives," Misty said. "Our family does have an odd history.""Still, glad to meet a paternal cousin instead of a maternal one," Cyras said putting her paw down and tucking her chin, "because everybody on the Ascended side of my family seems to think of themselves as gods.""Aren't they gods?""They think that way," Cyras said. "Anyway, enough about me. Why are you called the Vixen of the Dead?""I practice in occult magics," Misty said, "therefore, I protect Sheerwalls from corrupt spirits.""Oh, so that's the job you need to do."Misty did a double take and said, "That's an odd way of phrasing that. But yes.""Uh, that's how you spoke earlier. You said you only needed enough willpower to do the job you need to do.""Did I say that?" Misty said, almost muttering to herself. "Anyway, yes.""Well, you don't seem to really be in need of your emotions," Cyras admitted, "but aren't you in want of them?""People used to be scared of me when I had my emotions because I lashed out. Now they'll love me. I want the people to acknowledge I've turned a new leaf."Cyras noticed the somber hint belying her voice, a leak of emotions. "But without emotions, how do you justify the work you do? If you have to give up an essential part of yourself to appease everybody, then is their love genuine?""Cognitive dissonance," Misty replied. "If you lie long enough, that will become the truth. All actors dissolve into their roles eventually."In the pit of her stomach, Cyras knew Misty was lost. Still, the vixen had a choice. She just needed to coerce her into making the correct choice. "If that's how you feel.""Thank you for the crystal, in any case.""Raynfall probably won't let this slide."Misty smiled. "Well, maybe she shouldn't have given me the crystal in the first place.""Why did she . . . ?""This is how the therapy went, I suppose." Only criminals got the crystal. Misty was hiding something."I see. I also don't know how to feel sometimes," Cyras said. "My cousin Ryvoh raised me. She took care of me and her little brother Kryyk. We were taught not to go against the pack, but she abandoned me and I had to flee here to the civiclands. I don't entirely know how to feel or think about her.""If she abandoned you," Misty said, "then she's not a good person.""I've thought that too. I don't talk about her often, but any time I hear about her, I get curious. I've never forgiven her. But, maybe sometimes, I don't know if I'm angry.""You find emotions hard as well?""Gets worse," Cyras said. "I had to slay Kryyk to stop the Fangs of Liberty. Then I found out Kryyk came back to life and now I'm not sure what to do, because I don't really hate him either."Misty paused. She took another drink of her beer. "Wow.""Yeah," Cyras said. "Even after Ryvoh betrayed me, I could survive, but after Kryyk died, I felt like I lost everyone who really knew me. Like I'm not whole anymore." She pulled at her eyepatch. "This explains everything.""I'm sorry to hear about that," the older fox said, "I can't imagine what you're going through.""Thanks. By the way, are you going to finish that sausage?""All yours."As Cyras ate her sausage, Misty peered through. And though Misty's face seemed indifferent, the warmth growing from Cyras' crystal must have been happy.Misty said, "Thank you for dinner, Cyras. I'll be going off for now."Cyras replied, "I hope to catch up with you later. Tomorrow?" Misty's face shifted for a moment—a flash of warmth—before she said, "If you don't have anything better to do, I can assure you I have an empty schedule. Here, have this." She presented Cyras a small hard candy, called a "lemon kick-ass", then set some money on the cloth and turned to leave.The younger fox pocketed the kick-ass and heard the door swing shut.Cyras was a lot richer than Misty, but she didn't want to bring that up. She brought out her checkbook, wrote Empress Owlis' name (because she funded her) and pocketed Misty's drakold. She'd return that later. She didn't remember how much to tip. Right, tip at least 500%.A sigh. "Thank goodness she's finally gone."Cyras perked up her ears.One male crimson said, "I thought she was never going to leave. Why do you think she's with Lady Cyras?""Probably her parole officer."Cyras leaned from her booth and glared at the patrons. "Excuse me. What are you saying about Misty here?"The male crimson gestured wildly. "Oh, uh, Lady Cyras, our apologies, but we didn't know you would hear us."" . . . That's not really a good excuse to talk behind my back, you realize?""Excuse me. I'm just not exactly sure why somebody of your status would settle for talking with some riff-raff like that. Genuinely, a no-good criminal? I'm not one to question the crown, obviously, your Ladyship, but I'm just saying."Cyras narrowed her eyes. "What have you heard about Misty?""Heard?" came a female crimson's voice. "Misty beat me up when I went near her cottage. All the Spectris homesteaders know better than go near her."Cyras said, "I was at her cottage today.""Even she has some sense, I'm sure," she said.A third crimson said, "Even if you live in Sheerwalls, she might break into your house and rob you. I lost a family necklace. Some people say she was swinging around some expensive jewelry that vanished. No one knows what happened."Right, gold was important in exorcisms, Cyras remembered. Wilders typically didn't have the same sense of ownership as civics."And that's just what we know," the crimson resumed. "Who knows what crimes and bodies she's kept buried? She's gotten 'her emotions in check' and wants us to believe she's any different? When Raynfall lost herself, Backport was flooded. Maybe she's even poisoned our water supply with the run-off of her occult jungle rituals!"Cyras' ears flattened and she pushed a button on the recorder no one knew she had. She slunk off into the night, not speaking, not waving, not even saying hello.Cyras only spoke after she returned to Schloss Burgenromantik. She was about to enter her room, when at the intersection of hallways, a grayish-blue fox stopped her."Cyras, how did you task go?" Raynfall asked."I didn't make any progress today. Misty doesn't like herself, so she'd rather go numb, because she thinks everybody's gonna like her that way."Raynfall nodded. "We alter ourselves to fit with the standards of the public.""That's not good," Cyras said, shaking her head. "You can develop as a person. Get smarter, stronger, empathetic. This isn't the same thing.""Do you know where her other crystal is? If so, just shatter that one.""Brute force," said a third voice. Owlis. She was coming from a different hallway. "What's with the yelling?"Raynfall said, "Cyras can't find a way to get Misty to smash her crystal. If she doesn't want them back, just shatter both anyway.""I think Cyras ought to talk to her . . . "Cyras shouted, "Cyras is here! And what she's wondering is when one of you was going to mention how Misty is my cousin."Either royals pupils dilated as they glanced at each other."You both knew!?" Cyras asked."That's why I assigned the task to you," Raynfall said."Whatever," Cyras said. "And Owlis, you knew as well.""Like I said, I will assist you at any point.""Whatever. I'll talk with her again and again. Every day, if I have to, until I set her straight." She unwrapped the lemon kick-ass.Raynfall hummed. "You went candy shopping?""No? Misty gave this to me.""Only young'uns like lemon kick-asses, why would she have one?" Raynfall asked. Waterfalls distort my visionWash away impurities Chemical cleanser, derision Wash away incurably. Chemical cleanser, keep me clean.Tainted and painted in blood of ghosts Mirrors, widen what is seen.Chemical cleanser, what’s this mean? On most days, Misty meditated as the leaf water washed over her, absolving her of sweat and grime. The liquid burned. Cleanliness over comfort.This time, the liquid didn't clear her thoughts. Cyras kept popping in.She grimaced and bit her lower lip with her fang. Cyras was cute, charming, intelligent, certainly not the type of person who should be let near someone like Misty. If she ever learned the truth, would she like Misty still? No, she had better things to do than waste time on her.Reject Cyras, order her to stay away, if she had the willpower to do something for someone else. No. If Cyras came, she couldn't let her go. However, maybe if she let the fox shatter both crystals, the mission would be finished, and both wouldn't talk again. Misty back to gloomy serenity.But she would miss Cyras and that delicate smile.Something rustled, and she opened her eyes, prepared to attack the intruder. All intruders had to go.Something smacked her. She hit the ground.Cyras stood up on Misty's own upturned paws. "Miss me?"Misty looked away with a small smirk. "More than you could ever know."Misty extended her hind legs, nearly removing the visible arch of the back of her knee, elevating Cyras' hindquarters to the sky, then lowered her paws to bring the little fox's nose closer to her own.Misty could see the cyan ring around Cyras' crystal blue eyes. The older fox retracted her hind legs so her friend hovered flatly.In a surprise motion, Misty hooked Cyras' ribs with her left foot, then rolled over and dragged Cyras with her.Cyras gasped, pinned. The younger fox's eyes widened, and Misty playfully clamped at Cyras' neck fluff, but got scrappily kicked off.For a few minutes, they fought. Misty's attacks were direct, focused, but also sweeping and loping. She virtually floated, but brought inevitable victory, such as rebounding off a stone right behind Cyras to take a bite of her tail.Cyras was a lot quicker and smarter. Sometimes she'd hit a direct hit, but oftentimes she went for a combo of moves, weaving around, where the actual goal wasn't clear. Such as climbing onto Misty's back, facing rear-ward, only to wrap her tail around her opponent's neck.Misty thought she was going for a choke slam. Instead, Cyras tightened her legs around Misty's waist and with fire, rocketed both into the sky, then she'd flip both around, magically make her tail prehensile, and slam Misty.Misty took a few deep breaths. "We should go get some ice cream.""Don't you have work?" Cyras asked, tilting her head. "I mean, I can wait.""No, no, that wouldn't be fair.""Wouldn't be fair for you to starve and not pay your bills.""Oh, I'm not too worried about starving any time soon," Misty said."I mean, alright."And the two foxes went to get ice cream.Cyras chose peanut-butter while Misty chose mint. "Minty Misty," Cyras muttered. And the two sat and ate.Misty asked, "If something made you sick, but you didn't know and you became aware, but you like what you were eating, would you keep eating?""Huh?""Let me rephrase that. Let's take your favorite food—for me that's a bacon sandwich—and let's say you liked eating that food. Yet, after a time, you realize you got sick after eating the bacon sandwich. Would you give up bacon sandwiches?""Call me sentimental, but no," Cyras said. "Actually, I have a friend who makes ice cream, and I'm always afraid of ordering from places that aren't hers because I think I'll hurt her feelings. Even if she wouldn't know, I'd feel like I was betraying her. "Misty said, "I see.""You said you used to get angry a lot. What do you mean exactly, like, are there rumors?"As Misty's eyes narrowed, Cyras' tail grew colder, much colder. The emotions were leaking out of the crystal. Misty asked, "What have you heard?""That you've hurt people."Misty said, "Yes.""Were they just wandering near your territory and you got annoyed? Like, did they deserve what was coming to them?""Do you really have to ask these questions?" Misty asked.Cyras remained silent. Even with a mostly toneless voice, she felt like Misty was scolding her, but she knew she had to address the elephant in the room.With more caution, Cyras said, "I don't want you to be hurt. We can relocate you . . . "A shadow fell over the city. A tsunami reached up, touching the sun.Misty, unaware, said, "Of course you're not here to hurt me. I apologize. While I've thought . . ."The tidal wave turned into a creature with a bulbous, big-jawed face. Looked like a swamp anglerfish. Two fists formed."Misty, get low."A watery fist crashed.* * *A red fox jumped onto the wall, the gun mounted on his flank jostling. He observed the insides of a bank's insides flying about. Coins jumped, flying, catapulting into windows. Stones and bricks splattered while the iron vault became shrapnel for the unwary. He thought people quite liked free money, even if mixed with shattered glass.His goal wasn't money however.Purple accents framed his features, like with Misty, and accentuated his yellow eyes that glared at the city. With a megaphone, he shouted, "Citizens of Sheerwalls, in the name of the Fangs of Liberty, you will be granted true freedom."On-lookers gasped and muttered."Loot, pillage, burn! All laws will be shattered by Wildbang. Wa-hoo!"The fox somersaulted through the sky.The "Guards of Glacialane - Elite Vanguard" ran for him. Distinguished with purple armor, they were some of the strongest forces at fighting disasters from the Spectris Woodlands.He shook his head. Some people just couldn't take their freedom kindly.The Vanguard bounded up ladders and onto towers. One of the guards, with near perfect aim, launched a javelin.Wildbang repelled the projectile with an orb of wind that also propelled himself back. Mid-jump, he twisted, and with his side-arm rotating, sent out a round, then immediately added a blast of wind, slicing the bullet into several pieces.The shot dispersed. One crimson got a cut across the arm, two wolves directly hit, both gasping and spinning. Several bullets bounced off the walls, marked by bits of dust.Before hitting the ground, Wildbang discharged another round, ascended again. He planted his feet lightly on the side of the wall, running as quick as he could for momentum and took aim.One guard set up a wooden plank, while another seesawed him up to meet with the fox, but Wildbang drew a sword and slashed him.Cyras, on her belly, scanned the area. Dust coated everything.Wildbang, one of the leaders of the Fangs of Liberty. Third in authority beneath "Echo" and the "Gamemaster", and he sure proved himself.Purple shards, shattered, on the tiles. Glass? No, Misty's gem. Misty's gem was shattered. And a shadow in the orange dust writhed. Misty."Misty, are you okay?" Cyras said, "Misty!"Wildbang, with another sphere of wind, vacuum sucked several guards into a group and fired several bullets that swam around in the cyclone, ripping into them.He blasted himself back to the walls and back onto the giant being. "I'll be bidding all of you adieu. Take what you need, take what you like. I'll be back in a few hours."The creature morphed back into liquid form, taking the Fang of Liberty away. That explained why the creature could sneak up with alacrity: Their body was shapeable.Cyras put a paw on Misty's head, only for the vixen to shift away.The older fox stood on all fours. "Cyras," she said, gasping, "stay away from me." She took off.Cyras didn't follow her, letting her have some time.Officials quickly assessed damage and Cyras found out she couldn't recruit Raynfall anymore because the portal network had been disrupted during the attack. Cyras called Owlis on the phone and Owlis said she'd be there at the right time, whatever that meant.Enough time passed. She was going after Misty. As day became afternoon, Cyras didn't find Misty at her usual meditation spot. Nor near her cottage. As she was about to give up, she caught a familiar scent. Chemical, but not like window-cleaner. More like metal.She followed the trail, until stumbling upon a wild dog underneath the floating islands. "Clovur?"The wild dog's ears perked up, and she fell to her rear. "Wait, I'll have you know I'm fully armed!"A couple of previous missions of N:Era involved the wild dog, who was known for her mastery of chemistry and biology alike. From medicinal mixtures to horrific poisons, she could whip up a good potion and a case of trouble. She also had a twin brother, but apparently he wasn't around.Cyras tilted her head. "I promise not to attack you if you tell me what you're doing around here. I was trying to find someone named 'Misty'.""Wait, really? Are you trying to arrest her?"A rush of relief washed over Cyras. "No, no, she's actually my cousin."Clovur gasped, her ears and tail going alert. Both temporarily forgot they were enemies as the wild dog said, "Wow, that's amazing! I didn't know she had any blood relatives left, or even knew who they were.""Was she abandoned?""Yeah," Clovur said. Her ears fell for a moment. "One of the reasons we got together. She's saved me countless times and even gives me candy she gets from Sheerwalls."That's why she had lemon kick-asses."And meanwhile, I help her take care of Mortis Tincture. That's her scythe. I was also gonna give her some thickener to make her dullydrip poison a bit more suitable for hair-care products. I also give her a potion that helps with her Quartz-Pathos."Wait, that was the emo-crystal's real name? "What's up with the Quartz-Pathos?""A Quartz-Pathos runs on a type of spiritual energy, just like the walls of Sheerwalls. However, spirit energy can mix with spirit energy, so when she's fighting zombies and ghosts, her quartz is likely to shatter, unless I rub some anti-spectral ointment on. Mushrooms are great for that. They're the banes of the undead."That must have been how Misty's crystal shattered randomly. If only the fox brought Mortis Tincture along . . ."So . . . spirit energy is weak to spirit energy?""Not quite. More like osmosis? Basically, spirits can suck spirit energy out, like with Sheerwalls."Cyras tilted her head. "Uh, I thought Sheerwalls was meant to protect from the undead, but you're saying the walls are made of settled spirit energy?""Like I said, you can put a sealant over, but Sheerwalls simply sucks the energy from encoraching undead. However, big enough spirits sorta get past that barrier.""Oh, so the walls are only so strong?" Cyras asked and earned a nod. "Okay . . . Where is Misty? I think we're going to need lots of help.""Yeah. She's up in the islands. If you want, you can climb the vines, and you should be able to find her."Cyras gave a determined look and ran at the vines. She went for the closest dangling one, nearly ripping the ground, with flecks flying.With a burst of flames she rocketed high enough to grab a root. Claws firmly purchased, she climbed towards the lip of stone, then heaved her backside up and over.Upon getting on the black brick surface, two gryphons thumped on either side of her. One with ruby feathers and the other with green. They looked like eagles with kitty hindquarters.Cyras hopped back, landing against more weathered stone bricks.Both flared their wings out, threateningly. The ruby one, with a feminine voice, said, "State your name and business."Cyras said, "My name is Cyras Sumhyr and I'm looking for Misty."The green-feathered male asked, "Why?""She's my cousin.""Oh, yeah?" the red gryphon asked, "well how do we know that? What's she wear?""She doesn't wear anything."The ruby-feathered gryphon gasped, only for her partner to give her an annoyed look. In protest, she said, "But Ralgart, she really doesn't wear anything.""Whatever. Anyway, who enters these hidden lands must have an audience with the Administrator. Be warned, very few who see her get to live to tell the tale."Cyras rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say." She had picked up the scent of Misty nearby."Really?" Ralgart asked. He sat, allowing Cyras to perch on his back. "No one's ever been co-operative before." And he took off.The islands were clustered together, with waterfalls and vines dangling from one to another. They were top-heavy, the upper islands stacked above the lower ones in a bulging, erratic shape, that nonetheless felt chaotically home-like in the midair.In the blue skies, Cyras could make out the various buildings they carved, such as a tannery or even a bathhouse. The central island was three-quarters of the way to the highest island, and they flew into the hollowed-out center.The walls were white, marble, clean. Near the reception was a twisting sculpture of a gryphon. One foot barely touched the ground, another stepping upon a stone, and the two paws were ready to grab a foe, while both wings spread out for balance. The cruel eyes were nearly lifelike.Cyras didn't have much fear of this Administrator, but if Misty got hurt, she'd have to clunk a few heads about.With a flap of the wings, Ralgart broke. He landed in a quartz chamber big enough to hold fifty gryphons at the same time. Instead, the room held only three. Ralgart, his partner, and a purple gryphon with red eyes.The final one regarded Cyras.Cyras slid off Ralgart's back and approached the Administrator. "I'm here to see Misty."The Administrator proceeded towards Cyras, and to avoid being stepped on, the fox took a few steps back. Ears pinned, hackles raised.The gryphon turned on her step, flanking the fox, forcing both to curve about. The queen gryphon spread her wings and brought her beak to Cyras' worried face, only for her spine to pop.Upon realization, Cyras clicked her tongue. The Administrator was stretching in the middle of their "talk", almost trying to annoy her.The Administrator rose up before leaning onto her haunches, placing her paws between her feet, almost invitingly, almost like she wasn't trying to pose a threat. "You want to hear about her, then?"Cyras stood on all fours, ready to spring into action. "Yes.""Very well. I suppose if you need to know more about our daughter . . . ""Daughter?""Oh, then Misty doesn't mention me often. My reputation should far exceed hers in any case, but I guess she has a more interesting tale." Once, there were two traveling fox brothers. Both too foolish to be terrified of the spirits. And there were many spirits, from elementals to ghosts.The brothers, against the natural order, nearly ruined the land together, for one of the brothers had a talent with taming spirits and in corrupting them.One day, at the last leg of their journey, the river arose. The might sea serpent Mishkao. The spirit said for their crimes against the land, they must pay the price of a soul.Well, to protect themselves, the tamer of spirits offered up his own daughter as a sacrifice. She was but a few months old. The spirit took the girl.While the brothers argued, the older sibling agreed what must be done, must be done.However, the spirit had some level of remorse and instead of slaying the young one, she spared her. She gave her an affinity for the metaphysical world. Enough so that the gryphons took notice and adopted her.The fox was taught to raid and strike and how to handle ghosts. But the city feared her destructive powers, punishing her if she ever approached, and soon even the gryphons feared her.One day, A gryphon known as Ramatos created a crystal capable of limiting emotions and shackled the Fox's wrathful nature.However, Mishkao had imparted some of her soul within the fox as insurance that, if she were ever corrupted, the fox could be sacrificed to purify herself. In case the Foolish Brother ever came to corrupt her, he would have to pay with his own daughter's life again.. . . And so he did. He corrupted Mishkao, poisoning the drinking water of Sheerwalls.The lesson remains. What must be done, must be done. Everyone has the job they need to do. "My father did that?" Cyras asked, feeling her stomach gurgle. "No, she shouldn't have to die.""People enjoy doing their work," the Administrator said. "We were all put on this planet for a reason, and Misty is going to realize the job she needs to do, when she faces Mishkao—""This isn't anyone's purpose!" Cyras shouted, ruffling the Administrator's feathers. Ralgart stepped in, only to get held back by his partner. "Easy for you to say someone has to die.""I used to spoonfeed the girl. I saw her grow. Fight. Play. Until she grew up to be a monster. You dare moralize—""My uncle is the monster! Misty is strong, protective, and if she's abrasive that's because she can't love anyone when everyone is afraid to love her! That's not her fault.""Why do you love her? You don't even know her."Shaking her head, Cyras said, "I know enough about her. Her gentle tone, her willingness to stand up for others. Her taste in beer. Her long-legged gait. How she floats when she walks. She has beauty, she has strength, she was worth something the moment she was born and her father threw her away. That's not going away because of some river spirit."Cyras' body shook as she rambled and the Administrator smiled imperceptibly. "But, do you have the strength to turn fate into destiny?"The little vixen narrowed her eyes."Cyras." A hollow, feminine voice.Cyras spotted purple from the corner of her vision, and in coming was Misty. She looked haunted, with bags under her eyes, pupils smaller. "Please, Cyras . . . ""Misty." Cyras stomped her paws. "Let's leave. Right now.""Cyras, I'm not worth an entire city. You're not being rational.""I'd drown the rest of the country.""Your job would've been to arrest me eventually, Cyras," Misty said. "That's what Owlis would order.""I was never ordered to enter the jungle, but I did. I was ordered NOT to go into the jungle. Owlis' laws mean nothing to me.""This is what I have to do . . ."Cyras played a tape recorder. Misty's eyes widened as she heard the chatter of the restaurant guests and how they spoke of her."Still want to sacrifice yourself? They didn't love you in the first place. Clovur likes you. I like you. We can go. Raynfall can save this place, everyone will evacuate.""I need time to think. Let's just go to Sheerwalls."And as Misty walked past her, Cyras shivered. Cyras stood on a roof with Misty, several guards also waiting. Time to save Misty, no matter what occurred.Misty told her, coldly. "Most people have evacuated unless they're looters or stubborn. People's businesses and livelihoods are depending on the guards. Wildbang has picked the best way to attack. Raw, undiluted, spirit energy."The ground shook.Misty had an almost dead look in her eyes. "He's coming."The mutated spirit drew near. The Captain of the Vanguard shouted, "everybody, fire!"Cannonballs shot forth. Trails of smoke struck the body of the river spirit. Mishkao's skin rippled and splashed but the creature carried on, undeterred."Fire for the fox."Another volley assaulted the spirit who didn't even shrug.She dissolved into water, her form toppling trees and herbs, then she closed the gap and resolidified.Wildbang landed on the wall, and several vanguards broke for him.With a smirk, he fired twice from his sidearm that operated without his apparent involvement, and with a whirl of wind, broke the bullets apart. The scattered spray pierced armor and twanged off the remnants of the stone wall.Only one vanguard came to tackle him, but Wildbang leaped over that guard, orienting his barrel before blasting off to gain momentum.To counter other long-range magical missiles, he spun around, knocked them away with slices of wind. But in midair, he caught the sight of Misty.As he landed, he said, "You've returned."Misty narrowed her eyes as she drew her scythe, the quartz-pathos gleaming. "For the world, I wouldn't miss a chance to get back at the man who left me to die."With a gasp, Cyras turned to Misty. "Wait, you're saying this rat bastard is your father? Then that means Wildbang is my uncle?""Reynard's daughter!?" Wildbang laughed. "Perfect. You're more clever than your father, I'll give you that. Ready to give your family an embrace?""Embrace this," Misty said and ran along the roof tiles, then leaped at him.Wildbang fired, but Misty whirled around, slicing the bullets with acidic water. The rounds melted or flickered off the crescent blade.In a flash, he drew a sword, sparks flew as metal struck metal. With superior strength, he pushed Misty back.A flaming form approached. Cyras, with a ninetails, prepared to smash into Wildbang. The male fox created a whirlwind, "ya-hoo!", letting him levitate above her.Cyras rolled in the superheated atmosphere, aiming a fireball at her uncle. Meanwhile, Misty rushed lengthwise across several rooftops, about to slash Wildbang's left.The wall shattered. Dust flooded and smothered the entire area.Cyras struck the ground hard. She hacked several times. Within the endless dust, all she could see was the statue of Ryvoh, staring down at her.Ryvoh said, "Everything for the pack. Nothing for the higher authority. Very little for yourself. You survive to make sure the pack survives. Nothing matters more than the pack's survival."The dust cleared, and Misty stood on the roof, facing the rampaging Mishkao. Cyras understood the meaning of her words.Misty muttered, "Everybody has a job they need to do."Cyras' voice caught in her throat and she whimpered out, "No."Mishkao reached a paw out for Misty and Misty jumped for the spirit.Cyras, jetting forth with flames, rocketed. Everything to save Misty.A whirlpool formed in the core of the spirit, and Misty was about to enter.Cyras bumped into Misty.The purple fox gasped as she was knocked off course, and both locked eyes with each other. Cyras hadn't even realized what she herself did as she fell backwards through the tunnel of water.The crystal of the scythe shattered from the powerful spirit energy.The water sealed the gap.Wait, Cyras thought, I stop Misty from sacrificing herself but I sacrifice myself? For the pack? Would Kryyk or Ryvoh say she's my pack?No, this isn't a sacrifice. When a mother dies to protect her kits, she didn't die as an object. She didn't die as a transaction. She doesn't die to seal an ugly deal but to protect something beautiful.As she closed her eyes, she saw another purple fox. Not Misty. Now Cyras stood on stone steps leading to a red palace.The purple fox stood, tail to her. "Did you really think you were going to die here?"Cyras stared at the night sky, then at the floor. She was floating on clouds. Thousands of stars, many she had never seen before, glittered beneath them.Submissively, she eyed the purple fox. "I don't want to die or sacrifice myself, but I don't want anyone else to die either.""Would you really be willing to let an entire city fall for one person?""A city can be rebuilt. A person can't.""I told you I would appear on time . . . I apologize, Sheerwalls."Cyras' eyes opened. An orange barrier surrounded her.A bolt of lightning from clear sky struck Mishkao. The spirit's body radiated internally before a slash sliced her in half. Steam violently erupted.Sheerwalls collapsed, every single wall turned to ash from the spirit energy. Wind rushed back to fill in the vacuum, trees swinging either way, until a final flash went off. You've made your choiceSo this all for youI'll split a riverTo hear your voice again.Slash the stars!Why would I even careThe dust will settle eventually. Wildbang staggered, only to spot his daughter swinging her scythe at him.Eyes widening, he drew out his sword, but she deftly slashed away. As he tried to load his shots, his sidearm flew off from his body.With one last desperate motion, he gusted her and retreated, leaving nothing but the remains of a town.Misty stared back at the red fox, sleeping on the ground. Cyras' vision went out of focus as she rested on the older fox's back, watching grasslands move by.Misty felt memories surge back as she walked amongst the Spectris Woodlands."Stay away from Misty, at all costs.""Misty is nothing but dangerous."A younger her would walk around the forest all alone, chasing after the light-frogs who glowed when they croaked. She caught one underneath the tallest tree. And extinguished the flame."I think I broke this one?" she told the Administrator."No, my child," the Administrator cooed, taking her paws into her own talons, examining the dead being. "This one is dead.""Oh," she said, disappointed. "Why does everything die so quickly?""You need to be more careful."Years later, she was bloodied up after fighting zombies for several days. Ralgart said, "Wow, you've really managed to outdo yourself.""Arasaka," Misty asked, "am I doing too much.""Honestly, you worry me sometimes," the red gryphon said.She walked halfway to the cottage where she spent most of her adult life. But now, she wasn't sure if she'd live here anymore.She bit at people's ears and pinned them. "I'm only doing this for your own good. You won't survive a day out here. Stay away!"But was that the truth. Or was the truth that she wanted to keep people away because she liked to hurt them?Was she afraid of hurting others, or was she afraid of liking to hurt others?"What are you doing out here all alone?" she asked Clovur when she saw her. A terrified pup, out here?"My mom just left me. She said she had business and I wanted to see her and I got lost and that vampire attacked."Misty calmly took her to her house and got her some tea and gave her a lemon candy. "Here, I don't really like these. Have one."And now the fox on her back reminded her of Clovur and of everything Misty went through, and she reached the cottage. Formerly her home. But now was time to move on from everything."My uncle is the monster! Misty is strong, protective, and if she's abrasive that's because she can't love anyone when everyone is afraid to love her! That's not her fault.""Why do you love her? You don't even know her.""I know enough about her. Her gentle tone, her willingness to stand up for others. Her taste in beer. Her long-legged gait. How she floats when she walks. She has beauty, she has strength, she was worth something the moment she was born and her father cast that away. That's not going away because of some river spirit."Misty shivered at the entrance of her house. "Thank you, Cyras." Cyras awoke. The entire city fell, but was Misty safe?She laid on a bed in a cottage, a small kitchenette beside her, with a letter on the counter. Cyras grabbed the note.Cyras, I'm leaving you this note because you truly saved me. I'm not an altar object, I'm not anyone's sacrifice, I'm not anyone's puppet.Sheerwalls has been destroyed. Such is the power of my father. Such would be the power of your father.I'm not sure what to say regarding your relationship with your other cousin, Kryyk, nor am I sure about what stopped Mishkao that day, but I want you to know, I am forever in your debt.Cyras, I love you, because you loved me.Signed, Misty.I'm no longer hiding who or what I am.Cyras smiled. The energy of Mishkao seeped into the ground and within the depths of the world, a dragon's eye opened. "Where am I?"
Freedom Call by Buvium
Original Characters
Hebi Onna by luciano6254
Against the Dragon by luciano6254
Dreamscape by luciano6254
Ballad of Elizabeth Part One by DetectiveGaurd
Chapters
Banni: DistanceBanni: Distance“Distance from you: one hundred fifty from below”I jolted and turned my head to the watch that I was wearing. Frowning so suddenly as I exhaled a breath before raising my head back towards the horizon in front of me. I had find myself upon a single large room; empty. My two teammates: the wolf and the jackal were here. Stretching themselves to ready for whatever this was as another breath escapes my snout. Shaking my head, I gaze away from the pairing for a moment. Turning my attention to the wall adjacent to me where I had saw nothing but the white wall. There was nothing hanging onto the wall however, which made it boring for me to even watch it however. So instead, I glance over my shoulder towards the door behind me which was closed by the way. Yet I had wondered if it was locked as well.“Alright guys.” I heard the wolf responded, catching our attention as me and the coyote turned towards the wolf. He had seemed pleased with himself for some strange reason as if he was somehow excited for this journey at all. ‘But was it really a journey or something more dangerous?’ I had wondered, shaking my head again to clear while I turned back to the wolf again whom explained the route that we will be talking however. Yet neither me or the Coyote had said nothing else which the wolf breaks into a grin and turned around while raising his two fingers of his paw and jolted it; pointing towards the wall onto our right side.“Distance from you: One hundred from below.”“That is our cue to start!” The coyote responded which the wolf nodded his head. For he and the coyote had sprinted down the short hallway in front of themselves, bypassing quickly the pair of doors at front. Disappearing rather quickly in front of me as I soon realized that I was alone and with my own thoughts at hand. As my eyes peer out towards the horizon then glanced back towards the locked doors behind me, I frowned. My heart pounded in my chest at the uncertainties of thoughts and predictions that would happened. That my legs went off upon their own, sprinting down the length of the halls and towards the doors which closed in onto me. My eyes widened perhaps in a panicked as the bright light glowed brighter at front until I had bypassed it however.I find myself upon a darkening hallway; Windows were upon on either side of me. All of which were dirty and cloudy which makes it harder to see whatever was upon them however. At the reminder that I had needed to run; to catch up with my remaining teammates and getting away from whomever was chasing after me, I resumed my sprint down the dirty road below me as I just kept stare onto the horizon at front. The winds were gentle in front of my face. But for so far nothing had happened around me however. It was not a good thing too. Yet I just kept along with it. With the silence looming over my own head, I just kept sprinting down the dirty road; bypassing the buildings that were towards my sides. Ignoring them as they went by. Things were silence that my ears have gotten ringy all of the sudden. I frowned when trying to slapped onto them with my paw; to suppressed the sounds echoing inside. I continued sprinting. Noticing a black sign at the other end of the street, pointing towards the left. I turned when I reached it.“Distance from you: One hundred ten.”‘This thing is always annoying.’ I thought to myself, narrowing my eyes upon the watch strapped onto my wrist as I find myself growling and snarling for a good reason too. Yet I just ignored it and raised my head high to the horizon; staring now at whatever was surrounding me now. Still; the buildings and houses were still there however. Yet none of them had any lights illuminating their insides now. For constantly, I think I am hearing sounds of chatter inside of them. Pleasant and toxic ones however. My ears were flatten to muffle such sounds. Yet somehow I could still hear them. I frowned, whining as I continued. Staring now at the bunches of poles that were in front of me; bypassed now when I reached them. A certain blue box was casted to the side; white words were onto them. I take a look briefly before returning my sights to the horizon again. But the words bore onto my mind. ‘Danger’ was what it said.‘What did it meant by that?’ I had wondered to myself; climbing up the hillside now as I spotted the coyote and the wolf. Side by side with one another upon the apex; chatting seemingly oblivious to where I was however. I never called out towards them for my own thoughts were turned towards the ‘danger’ that I had found upon the blue box alone. I had find myself lingering onto it too for some strange reason as I caught up with the other two: both the wolf and the coyote shift their attention towards me. Smiling in response as I mirrored one back towards them. For onto my gradually speed; the two canines went down the hill. Disappearing once again into the distance where a fog had just rolled on in. The sudden wind blew against me; sending me chills down my spine as I shivered in response before raising my eyes high towards the skies above me. Quickly noticing that the dawn was fast approaching; the sun was already making its way from the horizon. But before I could sightsee anymore, my watched beep again.“Distance from you: Eighty”I cursed. Muttering to myself something while I turned briefly around and glance towards the horizon behind me. But I find nothing there other than the fields of houses, streets and trees. Including that blue box that I had saw at the distance to; towards the left side. I shake my head. My eyes narrowed with my head turning around and sprinted back down the hill. Back towards level grounds. I ran quickly down the road; hoping to put in some distance away from whatever was chasing us. But perhaps it was not any use since I was constantly turning my attention towards my watch. Watching the number increase and decrease by some random amounts; steadily between the fifth and sixth of the eighty however. It does sometimes go down to fourth or below. Rarely perhaps.As my head shook; I rid my thoughts and my attention towards my watch. Turning instead my attention back towards the horizon and the surrounding around me where I had noticed about the house and lampposts around. The houses had looked weird for some strange reason; rusty and old. With some of their boards peeling back. I frowned, not wanting to watch them any longer. I turned towards the lamppost; noticing that none of them had their lights on during the dawn. I had figured since the sun was approaching that we would not need anymore lamps and I smiled faintly upon that. But my happiness was shattered when the voice from the watch spoke up again. Reminding me about the distance left from whatever was chasing us still. All that happiness was replaced my fear and worryness as I speed up a bit faster. Running across the clean roads underneath me as my feet and legs had grew tired and aching even after that short break. Yet I never let it get to me however as I noticed something in the distance in front of me, I sprinted a bit faster reaching it afterwards.I entered back onto the room once again. The wolf and the coyote was here awaiting for me; their attention was drawn to me while I had dropped onto the ground. Left exhausted. As they cheered encouraging me for a bit, I shake my head and struggled to rise to my feet. But my legs gave way and I flopped onto the grounds once again. Upon which the wolf exhaled a breath and shook his head before grabbing me and held me behind his back. Onto the coyote’s comment, the two had went to the other side of the room. Entering through the doors as we faded.“Distance from you: One hundred and twenty”The watch’s voice had woke me up so suddenly that I opened my eyes and let off a yawn. My eyes closed briefly before they opened while I rose to my feet; stretching my arms high above my own head. This was the time that I looked around; gazing about upon the surrounding surround me. Then hang my head; gazing back onto my watch once more. Noticing the distance had decreased rather rapidly; I knew I had to get the move on. For onto that moment, I resumed my sprint down the road once more as I take in the surroundings a second time around.I looked around the place I am in. Noticing that I was in a fields with a road cutting straight into the center of it. Flowers were casted to the side; blooming and sporting from the grounds below it. Creating beauty upon wherever way they were. There were a thousands of them however; all spread out into the fields. It was too impossible to count them however. Beyond the fields were cluster of trees; darkness was what reside between them. But amongst those darkness; I spotted a pair of eyes staring back onto me. It never blinked; just continued staring. I frowned; but became nervous upon noticing it as I resumed my walk down the road. But shortly afterwards, I had came into a run instead. No sprinting this time around. As I felt the winds gusting before my face, trying to prevent me from even moving a single step, I had noticed up front that the flowers were gone. Wilted as their pedals were midair, disappearing into the fields then. I watched the paddles go and fade from my eyes; but had not noticed that I was gradually slowing down just to watch them however. Thus upon the next pedal disappearing, I ignored everything around me and just ran onto ahead. Running deeply through the roads; heading deeply as i wonder where the end was however.“Distance from you Eighty.”The watch had called out to me as I find myself panicking and breath deep and rapid. My snout was getting dry by every breath and my head felt lightheaded however. Soon I turned my attention behind my shoulder; just to glance towards the horizon that was behind me. Yet I saw nothing but the fields rapidly chasing to darkness or at least to a darker color than it. I watched it for a few seconds before I turned around and headed down the path. Ignoring the fields as they had rapidly turned towards darkness. Everything had gone to silence while I sprinted down. Hoping to find something or someone up ahead; whether it to be someone I knew or not. But the further I had gone forth; I had quickly noticed that the fields have gone on forever. There is not to be anything up ahead. I frowned realizing this; but turned my attention over my shoulder and glance behind me. Just as the watch had spoke out loud.“Distance from you: Fifty”I panicked as the anxiety bubbled up from the depths of my own body. My own mind rushed; pondering what was coming after us as I resumed my sprint down. Cutting through the fields before me, never caring about the signs that I thought that were there. The flowers and grass all brushed up against my ankles and legs; my feet ached upon all that running. With the winds gusting hard upon me, I continued running. Further away through the fields of grass and flowers beyond, never finding anyone up there while I lowered my head gazing down onto the watch that was attached to my wrist. Watching as the number steadily decreases and increases; but my energy was rapidly depleting. My body felt heavy while the breaths came out short; exhaled commonly through without getting it to stop. My head soon became lightheaded. It was rather impossible to think or ponder about anything. Not without even getting a single rest at all. But as the watch beeps; warning me about the approaching distance behind me. I still carried on. But found nothing out there besides the fields and its grassy and flowers about.It had taken a while before I spotted the two up ahead. They were just entering through the arch that seems smaller from where I was. As something from my depths burst and allowed me to sprint down more, I take the chance and never glance behind me. For I had felt my heart pounding hard in my chest; with my eyes eyeing upon the arch up ahead. Thoughts popped onto my head while my legs gradually grew weaker and I soon realized that I was getting exhausted. But I still sprinted onward while my own body heated up. But I reached upon the end quickly despite the exhaustion I had. That I had dropped upon the cold grounds and passed out.“Distance from you: Ten”“Hey wake up.” I heard a voice. I stirred and opened my eyes. Frowning before letting off a yawn. I rose to my feet; dusting myself off from anything that had accumulated upon my own fur. Then rose towards the horizon and glance at the weird looking vertex ahead of me. A pair of pole were on either side of it; glowing brightest of purple however. I stared at the poles momentarily then shifted my own attention to the vertex suddenly as the watch beep up; warning me.“Distance from you: Five.”I cursed mentally before rising myself to my feet. Something behind me started screaming; but it seems so far from me now. I tried my best to ignore it instead and just run for it. Down the road I went on; straight towards the horizon before me where the clouds covered the sun. I stared at the looming silence surrounding me; the ringing that was constant in my ears. I tried my best to ignore it all and just kept on running to and down the roads. There were hillsides and valleys that obstructed my path ahead; but I managed to bypassed them all at the end. For until I reached the end of the road was where I noticed something before me. A colorful vertex, that same one that I had saw before when arriving onto another world. Despite the questions inside my mind; I forced myself in without hesitation or hesitate upon my own part. Thus, fading from the fields that I was upon. Disappearing straight into the old familiar place that I had found myself upon.The cold floor was when I had tasted as feet suddenly appeared onto my visions. Suddenly, I raised my eyes high and glance towards the wolf who smiled faintly. His head tilted gazing down onto me as if we were meeting each other’s gazes. Yet the silence was disturb when the coyote spoke behind the wolf’s back. For suddenly, he turned around and I, on the other paw, rose to my feet and stepped to the wolf’s side just as the coyote shift his attention to me and the wolf; then raised his paw high into the horizon before us. We widened our eyes as as result; surprise. Maybe even smiling as a result of how far we had became from where we had started before. But even then, I had remembered about the watch that I had acquired and I hanged my head; gazing at it so suddenly just as the wolf stepped away from my line and forth towards the coyote before him.“Distance from you: Twenty. Decreasing rapidly.”I find myself staring at the new information that display on the watch. Horror and anxious were written upon my face; as my eyes gradually rose to meet upon the wolf and the coyote before me. Both of which set their eyes to me; saying nothing. Just an acknowledgement for me. One that I had returned right away. For we stayed in silence as our attention was suddenly turned towards the door behind us. Steps came forth; nice and loud apparently. It had filled our ears that it was the only thing that we could hear for the moment. I frowned and stepped away from the lines of the wolf and coyote. Both of which stayed in their spots and kept eyes up front towards the door which was now being knocked. A couple were unrolled onto the surface of the doors; nice and loud for us to hear. Yet they were muffled because they were on the other side of the door. Everyone stayed silent. Yet me and the coyote turned our attention to the wolf who just frowned. Before he raised his paw; swatting backwards towards the path behind us. Me and the coyote turned towards the road; but said nothing more than a nod to the wolf. Before we were forced to depart from him.“Distance from you: Increasing.”We heard the voice from the watch spoke out as we returned our sights towards the hallways that we had now entered ourselves upon. The white walls were between us and the lamps hanging from the invisible ceiling above. We ran like hell; dashing down the halls. Our steps loud in the echoes, filling our ears with its music as our eyes turned to the attention of the horizon in front of us. All we see there was just pitch darkness; despite the lamps already on illuminating the surroundings. No windows or doors were onto our sides; Yet plants and among other things were there however. Standing by idly awaiting for something to come on by. We continued running down the halls; reaching what seems to be a door at the other end of it. For quickly we opened the door and entered right on in. Disappearing from view as the approaching footsteps comes forth.“Distance from you: zero.”
The Nebulapis Saga: Orion and Calabash - Part 1INTERLUDE✦✦✦✦109 years ago...The Members of the Stars created Nebulos, bringing the earth, sea, sky, and space together into one unified world.Via Lactea and Nephos created a special stone known as the Nebulapis and planted it into the core depths of Nebulos. After the unexpected arrival of the Dark Galaxy and a wicked team of light killers known as Dark Lapis,They threaten Via and Nephos to surrender the stone and bring it to their malicious leader.When they refused,Via and Nephos, as well as the members, fought back.While Nephos is nowhere to be seen,Via risked her life to protect her world from calamity.Many years have passed since Via’s sacrifice echoed throughout the entire world.A group of Nebulosians met for the first time through separate stories. This is perhaps the first of three of these stories.✦✦✦✦ORION AND CALABASHThe bright star and the golden arms(part one)✦✦✦✦Over the clear horizons and through the southern side of Nebulos, a carefree teenager walks with his scooter away to the edge of the cliff as the waters wave upon the rocky shores shimmering far below him.The sun above him partially shone brightly on his cheeks, and the clouds beyond the teen swirled in a slow manner. The wind across his white hair flowed like a gentle breeze as he prepared for the unthinkable.Orion quickly pulls out his backpack behind him as he lends out his silver MP3 player to his pocket and a pair of black headphones to his ears."Ready, pal?" He said, "You'll be the first one I'll ever ride on."As a few beats of music play on his black headphones, decorated with iridescent star symbols, Orion pats little melodic rhythms on the metallic unreleased bars on his scooter and taps his shoe right between the deck.Once the beating rhythm came to a stop, he opened his blue, star-like eyes and smiled. As the music resumed, but determinedly, Orion lent out the bars on his futuristic scooter and began paddling.Faster as the winds take him, Orion quickly unleashes the metal, transparent plane of wings across the deck as the two are about to plunge until they soar beyond the never-ending sky.Up through the clear blue sky and downward, Orion soars through beautiful territory after territory within southern Nebulos, across the cliffs and mountaintops, containing towns, cities, waterfalls, Greek-inspired architecture, castles, and pillars, to name a few."Isn't it beautiful out there?" Orion said happily and nodded, "Of course, this is Nebulos; that's my home buddy." He laughed, "So hang on tight!"While doing air tricks on his Sky Scooter, a collection of flying spirits known as Volomus', a hybrid between a flying squirrel and a mouse with cute facial features, light yellow and yet cuddly with fluff, and adorable white spots of fur, Orion passes through the school of flying mouse spirits and carries on in excitement as one of the Volomus waves at the teen.Below town, through southern Nebulos, a group of grown Nebulosians carried crates of blue seaweed and orange kelp to a restaurant nearby.The kids, on the other hand, were playing happily in their neighborhoods doing fun activities, while the teens from elsewhere were going to ancient-like schools, riding with their Sky Scooters in a park, and chatting out with their friends.One of the teens is a painter who draws the architecture of Southern Nebulos High School with his brush and small easel. He sees the boys riding Sky Scooters in mid-air—that is, until he sees Orion in there as the painter, who is named Pictor, smiles gleefully.Above Orion, there was a home filled with galaxies in the far atmosphere. "That right there is home to Via Lactea and the Members of the Stars," he said. "It's been a year since Via disappeared one hundred and nine years ago." Orion stated as his smile turned into a frown. "Kinda serious, I know, but nevertheless, after all these years, Via's members are still reaching out."He then turns his scooter around and sees a tower far from the distance, "That black tower is a prison tower," He explained, "That's where the Members of the Stars captured some of Dark Lapis' members in there." He said as he briefly peeked far from the distance of the tower, "But it feels kind of abandoned to me? Does it?"Suddenly, a swarming flock of swans flew across Orion and his scooter; afterwards, he saw the swans' feathers depart one by one. Away from his view, its white appearance turned into an oozing black color, dripping through the sea like poison.The music in his headphones suddenly stops and distorts, Orion looked at his MP3 player and saw that the screen was fully black, unable to turn it back on."What gives?" He said,Out of nowhere, a black ooze of snake-like tentacles came from the clouds. Once the clouds dispersed, the tentacles belonged to the white swans, now revealed to be Black Swan Serpent hybrids. Orion tried to fight back.Now completely caught, the ooze turns into blocks of chains as a black void appears beyond his head. There was a person who, looking like a teen, appeared to be swan-and-snake-inspired, prehabs belonging to the Dark Galaxy's member of the wicked team, Dark Lapis."Who are you!?" shouted Orion, "It's the Dark Lapis!" shouted grown Nebulosian workers from the decks as they tried to escape. The tentacles, unfortunately, devoured the stars out of the workers' souls, stealing them one by one, leaving Orion in shock."Cowards," said the member of Dark Lapis. As he snapped his fingers, the swan hybrids then carried Orion to the abandoned tower far away."Hey!" shouted Orion. "Let go of me!""Held him captive; tell him that I found Rigel's son," said the Dark Lapis member, who, under the name Hayyatu, was the bitter and orchestrated blunt teen who had a deep connection and obsession with Quqnuhana, dark spiritual creatures that combined a swan and a serpent.After hearing Hayyatu's words, Orion thought, 'who's Rigel?' and 'who is Rigel's son?''Could Rigel be part of the Members of the Stars?' He stated.While held captive, Orion kept thinking, 'What does this guy want from me? Am I special? Am I a Stellas Nebulosian? ' He nodded, 'No, that can't be, Stellas Nebulosians are born from stars, and Nebulosians are born from galactic clouds.' He looked at his four-pointed star necklace and thought, 'If I'm either born from clouds or born from the stars, why do I have this possession of this necklace anyway?' Orion then looked at the ceiling as reflected light shimmered upon his prismatic star necklace.Orion's only hope was to get out of this... But how?✦✦✦✦Through the outskirts of town, two adult Nebulosians were arriving at the main area, where they thought that Boks appeared after Hayyatu reappeared somewhere far away. Still on the southern side, Calabash and Westbrook suddenly saw each of the deck workers lying unconsciously after they're apparent Star Animis were stolen."They're bodies in suspended animation," said Calabash."That's right, Calabash; when a Nebulosian's Star Animis' are stolen, they'll become one of those." Westbrook put his foot on one of the unconscious deck workers, whose body was faded and overlaid in a trance-like state.Westbrook sighs. "And just like that, if the souls are not returned, Calabash, that means they cease to exist.""Right," replied Calabash.Placing his golden metallic hand on the center of the worker's transparent body, where the Star Animis was originally located, the overwhelming plasma shook like it was static. "Careful Westbrook," stated Calabash, "if a Nebulosian touches that plasma, you know things are going down from there.""So what, Calabash? A part becomes dust?" replied Westbrook, while his bronze metallic finger became immune to the static. "Look, we lost something important to our lives and that's our parts Calabash, you lost your set of arms while I lost my hand."Westbrook pulls a cigar out of his pocket as Calabash sits on the docks, looking at the water beneath his reflection. "Look, kid, I know things are hard, but you've got to believe that we have things in common here. Ever since I raised you, there's been no sense of-""Being a coward?" said Calabash as Westbrook's reflection appeared in front of him. "Look, I know my parents are dead, but it's been a rough year since I lost my arms in the process."He sighed. "It's hard to see that, after losing them, I am nothing but a scared chicken."Calabash got up and said, "I might have been scared since then, but when you came into my life, you changed me." Westbrook steps forward and pats him on the back. "So did I when I first met you, Calabash."Calabash and Westbrook noticed a group of tiny shell-like crabs carrying what appeared to be a Sky Scooter out on the shores far behind them."Is that what I think it is?" Calabash stated, "Yeah, that's a Sky Scooter; these toys were made for teens and little children. Westbrook said this while putting his cigar down and stomping it on his foot as tiny white ashes swirled around in the air, "They say they'll be making ones for adults someday." He laughed. "They've tested it, and it's yet to be in production.""Wait a minute." Calabash turns around and notices something moving from the end of the shore that looks like a crawling black ooze of tentacles. Westbrook paused as the two suddenly noticed a Bok-like creature appearing to take shape and devour the shell crabs away."Calabash, get down!" A snake-like, feathered tentacle rose from the decks. Breaking some of the planks of wood like a raging squid within the dockyard as the two managed to run and escape.Calabash and Westbrook dashed to the center of a town that resembled a beach, complete with moorish architecture and ionic stone-inspired pillars.A sudden scream and a pot smashing echoed in the main town as a crab-like Bok appeared in front of a girl with two pots in her hand, gripping and frightened. Its large crab leg shifted into what appeared to be a sword as it was about to slowly chop her downward.Ultimately, Westbrook hits the blade so hard that it shifts distortedly as Calabash rushes to the creature and punches it with his golden fists. Beating it to the core of the Bok's chest, a fragment of a Star Animis glowed like a shimmering iridescent light."Calabash!" Westbrook shouted, "The fragment!"Calabash tries to grab the fragment, but a bird—who turns out to be another Bok—swallows it. Westbrook, on the other hand, hits it three times with his bronze knuckle, trying to get the remaining Star Animis out of the bird-like Bok, but due to it's strong ability to keep it's body together, "Hey Calabash!" Westbrook shouts to Calabash behind him."Unleash you're blade like we practiced!"Calabash heard Westbrook's words as he quickly lent out his sharp blade from his golden armored wrist as he pierced through the Bok's body.Having the ability to shapeshift, the Bok creature shifted into a humanoid bull that multiplied by ten. The bull spirit unleashes it's black set of arms from it's back as it starts to rip through each of the Nebulosian's chests to steal each Star Animis.Swallowing it through and through, the bull becomes much bigger thanks to the power of the Star Animis.As Calabash and Westbrook jumped together through rooftop to rooftop, Westbrook released his blade from his wrist; his blade was more curved, cold, and arabian-inspired, while Calabash's was more western and ionic designed as the two plunged their blades into the main core of the humanoid Bull giant.Retrieving not one but ten Star Animis' out of it. When the two land on the ground, the bull deteriorates into chunks of white flames as it disappears into the mid-afternoon sky."We both did well," said Westbrook. "Now let's recover the souls before these Nebulosians and-" Suddently, a squid-looking Bok from the docks reappeared behind them."Misters, behind you!" shouted the boy from the house far away.As Calabash turned around, "I got it!" he shouted. He jumped and slashed the thing in half with his one blade. Unlike the other Bok who disappeared into thin air, this one disintegrates into chunks of black ashes."Good going, kid," said Westbrook. "It looks like this one is getting weak." "You think?" said Calabash. "That thing was about to get bigger like the other one."Westbrook sighed. "I understand, kid, but the manner in which this Bok disintegrates is unlike the previous one, right?" Westbrook placed his foot down where the Bok was originally located. "A Bok can disappear from black or white fire, depending on what energy the Star Animis has. Black ranges from pure darkness, while white ranges from pure light." He explained to Calabash,"There's a huge scenario between the two colors, Calabash, like ourselves as outcasts. I came from the dark; you came from the light, and vice versa.""Got that," said Calabash. "Star Animis' are a symbol of living within Nebulos, while the Boks are symbolized as monsters that came after the living." Calabash stated this while holding a weak fragment of the Star Animis. "When you showed me the history behind Nebulos and the Star Animis', I learned that Animis is a word for soul in another language."He turned to Westbrook. "You gotta believe that ever since both Via and Nephos disappeared from the World of the Stars, our world will be in peril, right?"The two then turned to see the kids hiding outside their houses. Scared by the events involving the Boks, Calabash steps forward for one frightened child. "It's okay; you're mom's soul will be alright." He said,"Wait, mister," said one boy. "Can we help you?" As the sunset shines upon Calabash as he nods, "Alright," he and the children help recover the souls back to their people, while Westbrook, who is idle and smoking far from them, notices Westbrook and says, "Come on, Westbrook." Calabash said.Westbrook sighs as he begins to bring Soul Animis fragments to the ground as he, Calabash, and the children bring some of their parents and citizens back to life. The shadow upon Westbrook below him faded as darkness prevailed over the adult, outcast Nebulosian as nightfall began.(Stay tuned for part two)...
Banni: Last DeparBanni: Last DeparI ran like hell. Down the road. I never knew where I was going nor my own destination. Yet one thing was for certain; I had lost. I lost everything somehow in that quick of a flash. Something or someone that came out of nowhere and take over the entire thing. Just like that however. So I am on the run. Speedingly through the roads before me with a beating heart that I reached the very end of the realm where I would be free upon the valleys and plains that await for me. Silence was held over my head. The ringing echoed through my ears. Despite my legs aching and burning up because of the exercise that I put them up with, I still go on. But for how long?My head shook upon that question. Ridding it completely and entirely while my eyes focused and adjusted as they were held up front towards the horizon before me. Where the stars shone dimly, yet the moon was somehow gone from my sights. ‘Perhaps held somewhere?’ I had asked myself and I had significantly slowed down to a stop. Coming up upon the stop sign in front of me which I threw my paw towards and gripped upon it tightly. As my breaths came from my mouth a rapid fire, I turned my head behind myself and glanced over my shoulder. Looking upon the empty street for anything there. But saw nothing else. I only smiled faintly. Yet there was that dim upon my own face. Like something bad would happen to me if I were to allow them to find and capture me that easily. For I had already knew how the king’s guards were like, fought against them even in one part of the story beforehand.But my head shook, ridding that thought, as I turned around and glance back towards the stop sign in front of me. A deep breath was inhaled before letting it off as my leg stretched out from the sign, resuming my sprint forth through the rest of the road. Just as it had turned the corner instead. I ran through many different buildings that were around me. Many of them kept their original height and form while some were not so luckily however. For part of their rooftops and sides were crunched off as if someone massive had bitten them off somehow. Who? I would not know. But I never cared anyway while I curved the corner upon the road that I was upon. Suddenly changing directions and heading down Westward towards the central heart of Canine realm.I was a bit worried that I would meet up with anyone that was chasing after me. But since my departure from deep north of canine realm where the meeting was last held, nothing had happened and no body was there anymore. It was as if that they had all went back to their homes, uninterested of chasing me down for their protest perhaps had angered him instead. Something that I was glad upon mentally while I shift my attention towards the left; gazing down onto a series of alleyways where each of them held the same number of trashbags about. All of which were pure black; some were white. With the light reflected upon them, it looked a bit shiny. The trashbags were scattered across the alleyways. Some even filling up the width of the ally preventing anyone from passing through them without any sort of security card or something. But I cannot wait onto that now. Not when I was closer towards the end of the canine however. So returning my sights back towards the street that I was running upon, I continued sprinting forth. Down the length of the road towards the next intersection where I suddenly turned right; bypassing the unworking traffic.Lights started showing here. Illuminating the roads before me. Yet also reflecting their lights towards the night skies above me. Like before, the silence was strong here as the constant ringing echoed only in my ears. I was nervous and even flinched upon the unknown before me. But I still kept walking up to this day. Never pondering about the future or when those guards would come forth over here. I had still have the advantage however. That is something I have than them. For with a small smile upon my face, I resumed my run across the roads and ignored the houses that were planted on either side of me. For they were smaller than the buildings that I had came across beforehand. There were streetlights posted in between those small houses and buildings. Illuminating their spots underneath themselves with the color yellow or brightest of whatever color it was however. As I kept an eye upon those lampposts and streetlights, I did noticed someone there alongside them.A canine who looked to be a wolf. The same species as mine. His face was narrowed. Fur already dirty because of some certain things and his eyes were looking directly towards me for some reason. I suddenly slowed down and met his eyesight. Though nervousness increased however. Sooner than I think, I did find myself stopping for some reason. The wolf’s snout opened up and he spoke towards me. However, it seems that he was mouthing something towards me. Something that I perhaps could understand him. Yet I never knew what however. For what I could answer him were nods and tilts as my own ears flattened against my skull. Unable to answer and just whimper towards him while he just nodded his head and stepped forth from the lamppost that he was upon. Forth through the street, closing in the distance between us. He suddenly rushed me. I tried to step away but he was quick.In a second silence later, we find ourselves with him touching my forehead. I blinked at him, raising my eyes up towards where he was poking at. Yet it was only just a single finger. Everything else were just curled and pointing back towards him. At his release, I tilted my head. Wanting to question him, but he ignored me. Turned around and fled from the streets. To the lamppost that he was upon before glancing back onto me and departed rather quickly. For he had disappeared at the very next second and left me alone to stare upon his way. Pondering but shaking my head to rid of it as I just continued onward without a worry. Though I am for some reason alone and I never knew why. I frowned as I ran across the road. Heading down towards its end where a pair of lamppost were waiting for me then. An imaginary finish flag was stretched in between them. But somehow I had slowed down and my heart was beating for some strange reason.With thoughts circulating my own mind, I had pondered over whatever had happened recently. Especially that wolf that had tapped upon my own forehead. As I pondered, I did find myself standing still unknowingly and lifted my head. Glancing to the bleak skies above me in the following silence before hearing something behind me. Faint was the sound considering they were far from where I was. Yet it lingered there and I can hear them. I suddenly turned, glancing at the darkness trailing me. Yet I find nothing there. Just the sounds of beats that came upon. At the tilt of my head, I had wanted to investigate about the noises to their sources. But something had stopped me from doing so and I never knew if it was someone imaginary grabbing onto my arm or it was my own consciousness. Regardless, I turned around and ran the rest of the way through. Hearing that drum beat behind me as if it was chasing me down until I would be caught. But I knew in my mind that I would not be. For the story would end upon the execution from the new king however.I still flee. I still ran. I still sprinted down the roads. Down towards the end where I was met with a road that was heading eastward. For a black and white inverted sign was in front of me, pointing towards the left. Black words were written onto it. Something that I could not read for some reason. But perhaps I had already knew what they were saying. My eyes darted towards the left and gaze down that new road. The road itself was rougher than the previous roads that I had entered upon. With thousands of rocks here and there for some strange reason. There were other objects on the flooring too. Some were unidentified however. But I shook my head to ignore those foreign ones anyway as my eyes were raised towards the horizon. Peering upon the stars that shone towards my left side, I take a breath and move onward with my ears still flickering upon the sounds of drums behind me. As the unknowingly flute joined in onto the ritual. Following that came footsteps.They were heavy footsteps. Loud and proud that anyone with great hearing could hear them coming. They marched across the streets. But towards an unknown direction. I had never looked back or even retrace my steps to know where those were at. For my ears were just enough. I sprinted down the rough road. Noticing now that the houses disappeared. In their place were forest trees and bushes, much like the ones found in Virkoal Forest however. Except these ones were much denser than them and more leaves were piled off upon the grassy plains underneath them. I ran across the rough roads; never looking to the sides towards the forest trees, bushes or even leaves for the sounds drew closer towards me as if they were closing in onto wherever I was. It had send panicked down my spine that I had started shivering uncontrollably however. To the point that my fangs were grounded tightly altogether. As my legs burn from the overexertion of use through the rough roads before me, my mind began pondering with the ‘music’ continuing playing behind me.Till I see something at the other end. A black pole of some sort however with two green signs on either side of it. Big letters formed words upon its surface. But it was rather hard to know what they were talking about however, nor about the street these words were assigned to too. I never cared for I only know one thing: Just to escape from whatever was creating that music behind me. So I sprinted down the road. Continuing onward without losing any sort of speed and drew closer towards the black pole ahead of me. Before I knew it; I had already reached the other end of the rough roads and upon the pole which I had touched unknowingly, I had drew deep breaths to calm myself down as my eyes remained unfocus upon the attention that was surrounding me.There were a gathering of canines around. Hourans, Hunter’s pack, my own pack and several unidentified canines. As such; the coyote stepped forth towards me and placed his paw upon my shoulder. I looked up towards him noticing his smile onto me. I mirrored him in response before we were drew into a hug. The warmth had covered my entire cold body that I had stopped shivering for some reason alone. My eyes widened upon this warmth too additionally as I kept stare upon the coyote before me then gradually turned towards the other wolves and coyotes then. Most importantly, the Hourans and Hunter’s pack however. For the latter two were just as annoying as before. Something for me to just smile upon as I drew a breath and closed my eyes rather suddenly however.With a soft breeze biting against my own fur; I opened my eyes and yawned. It had stretched my own mouth as my snout was pushed a bit upward into my nose and I rose to my feet. A wolf was adjacent to me, sitting down with his two forepaws stretched a bit further down his own body. He seemed to be staring at something there. At the distance into the horizon however. But I never questioned him; for I got up onto my own feet and yawned before turning to the surroundings. The grassy plains was surrounding us as another jet of breeze washed over our fur once more. It sent chills down my spine that I had started shivering for some reason alone. But my eyes were close which caught the attention of the coyote as he turned to meet me. Glancing towards to him, he smiled faintly. I never mirrored him and just remained still while I tilted my head backwards and looked towards the skies above us instead.Yet onto his bark was when I had lowered my eyes back onto him. For his eyes widened and he turned around and fled from my sights so sudden and quick that i had no other time to chat with him about something. I find him leaving; heading southward towards something. I tried to follow him with my own eyes; yet it was hard to see upon the impending darkness surrounding him. I frowned onto this and tilted my head to one side. Yet the familiar sounds came back to me. The steady beat of the drums; the flute and someone yipping in rhythm? I blinked my eyes upon that last familiar segment. But my head was shaken and my body moved onto its own; heading westward and departing from the spot of which me and the coyote were upon.I fled through the plains. Ears stretched from my head to listen the continuous music and yipping that echoed around me. Closing in onto my position and getting louder by the second. It was rather unbearing for some reason; even for a werewolf such like myself. But trying my best to ignore the sounds and music. Ignoring the yipping that was including into that strange music, I ran as fast I could. Cutting through the plains that I now upon on as my eyes widened in either fear or curiosity about the music that I am now hearing. I felt the winds blowing into my face; trying to draw me back into the music that was tailing behind me. But I was faster than the wind however. I was either too fast for it to even put away as fear gripped upon me and my fur was gradually turning white with the stress that was coming up. With the sounds of music drawing ever closer towards me until it was loud upon my ears, I suddenly stopped and turned around. I glance towards the plains’ horizon where the end plains stretched to meet it instead. For there, I noticed something standing there. Yet it was a shadow or silhouette. But from the outline, I can tell that it was just something of a canine. Wether it be a wolf, coyote, dhole or a fox. I stared onto it in silence at least for a few more seconds. Before departing from its sights and continue to run; I continue heading westward. Down the plains. Towards a set of forest trees before me where I had presumed it to be that familiar forest however.The sounds of silence had came again. But that shadow still hits me curiosity for some reason alone. For when I had turned around, I had noticed that the music was gone and even that silhouette. A tilt of my head had unknowingly came. But before I could stepped back into the plains once more, I had stopped myself from doing so. Yet kept my eye upon the plains again for a few seconds before returning to the forest before me. Pure darkness was what awaits for me here apparently as i had noticed nothing except for the trees that were closest to me and the bushes that were at a distance away. It was also hard to see anything either because of this darkness too. But I never cared as I just stepped forth deeper into the woods, disappearing from the plains entirely however.Footsteps was the only thing accompanying me as the constant ringing echoed through my own ears. I glanced around the woods, looking upon the darkness that surrounded me and the silence therein. For I had noticed nothing was about except for my own. The woods itself were pale brown to darkish of brown; with some of their wood chips peeling backward to form some sort of pointy needle or something along that line. Couple more had appeared too upon other tree trunks as well. I continued walking for I do not know what lies here instead. I find myself flinching unknowingly, whether it to be from the post disorder from being chase by some shadow figure or upon the needles of the tree trunks however. I never knew. I just keep going whenever I can.Things had gotten better the more deeper I had went into upon the forest grounds. But I had noticed how silent the place was too and that constant ringing that continue ringing through my ears. I looked around my surroundings for anything. But found nothing in the pure of darkness and I frowned onto this response. Wondering why I had entered through here instead of the other. I was tempted to turn around and head back towards the edges of the forest. But the sight of the shadow still terrified me however. To the point that I had noticed quickly that I was standing still for some reason. I blinked and lowered my eyes upon the grounds; gazing onto my legs and feet. For they were put together tightly. Firm and steady were they which had struck me as odd. As such, I started frowning and shaking my head; lifting my head up to the horizon before pushing myself forward. Thus resuming to walk ahead once more as my eyes stared upon the surroundings again.Further getting deeper into the forest grounds. I had noticed that the darkness was receding away. Retreating further into the distance; getting back to the horizon in front of me, I tilted my head pondering about it while continuing to go further inward. The trees surrounding me grew wider; some even sported two alternative branches or tree trunks too which made it harder to even bypassed them however. Still, I continued to find ways to get through. Heading deeper into the forest as the silence and ringing loomed over me. Nervous and afraid of something that was lurking about even though nothing was upon the forest at all. ‘Would I still be safe however?’ I wondered about it in thought as my mind gets more ponderous with thoughts circulating my head. More and more drift away from the main topic and towards something else that had perhaps caught my interest in the past however.For sooner than I had realized, I came across a cavern before me. A brown sign was adjacent to it; pointing to the entrance. I stared at the entrance, ignoring the sign for a moment. Then turned to both sides of myself; glancing forth towards the alternative paths that were there. Even though there were not one to begin with however. As I readjusted my head and sight back upon the entrance before me, I started walking in. But stopped upon the entrance of it; already bypassing the pair of stones that make up the entrance of the cave too. I stared into the horizon of the cave; eyes already peering upon its horizon. But I saw nothing. Nothing which meant it was clear. But was it really? Shaking my head of such a thought, I involuntarily allowed myself to enter right on in and faded from the forest as I wonder what to do next however.
Ballad of Blood"There you are," yelled out a tattered and scruff man, "you bitch!" "Oh my," said Elizabeth strolling through Fangburg, "did your mother never taught you how you should behave in a public setting?" "No," said Scruff man, "never listened to a bitch in my life and I ain't starting with you." "Well, there is a first time for anything." said Elizabeth giggling. "You know who I am you bitch?" said Scruff man. "No not really," said Elizabeth, "but please do tell sense you will tell me anyway." "I am Charles McKockle, the man you locked away." said Charles in an irritated voice. "Oh yes, the man wanted for killing his mother and girlfriend." Said Elizabeth, "are you not supposed to be severing life sentences?" "I escape from that joke of a prison, and I want you to just die" said Charles "My oh my what ever should I do?" said Elizabeth with a twisted smile on her face. Out of nowhere a feeling of dread came over Charles unlike anything he had felt before. The air felt as if there was something evil about to happen and there was nothing, he could not do about it. The only thing Charles noticed was there was no one walking around this city, it was him and this detective but deep down like out of privative instinct something felt wrong.... "So, you are final paying better attention to what's in front of you." said Elizabeth Hearing this Charles snapped back into reality. Charles reminded himself to snap out of this was a woman not a creature or a thing that could kill him. He killed two women before what makes this even different. "All right," said Charles, "no more fulling around." Charles reached into his coat pocket pulling a larger knife. Trying to look intimidatingly he likes his knife like he seen in a movie once. He felt this would terrify her or make her squeal like the pig she is. The strange thing is she was not even emotional about this. In fact, he could feel that she was pitying him her own way. "So, you think this knife that you used to kill your poor mother and the woman who saw something in you "God knows what she saw in you," will protect you?" said Elizabeth, her smile growing bigger. Charles knows some women were crazy, but this is first time he saw a woman ready to do something crazy. The feeling of dread returned with a roar. He felt he needed to run from something, but he did not know what. "Charles," said Elizabeth in a calming way, "ask yourself something." "Why is there no one here to witness you?" "Why there are no law enforcement coming to get you after you enter this city?" "Why no shops are open even though it's not even past noon?" Charles did notice this but did not want to start getting creeped out or let down his guard. For all he knows this bitch could be carrying a gun or knife. No, he was not going to chicken out of this. This was his kill, and he was going to enjoy every minute of it. "Maybe they knew I was coming and are afraid of little oh me." said Charles "No," said Elizabeth, "the reason no one is coming at all is something terrible is about to happen to someone in this city and anyone who stands in her way should be afraid to do so." "Charles....you should have stayed in the prison." Out of know where an energy of pink and red was coming out of the ground and started to engulf Elizabeth. As she was being radiated by the glowing supernatural light she started to float in the air. Charles seeing this feeling on the ground is shock in terror. This was not possible. “This bitch was just that a bitch.” thought Charles. “She can't do something like this.” As Charles began to question everything, he heard something from a distance. Something screeching was flying from the moon. They were bats and they are coming towards them. Charles did not know what was happening. This is just a woman nothing more and yet right at his face he sees something out of a dam horror movie. As she is floating, she slowly spins in the air so Charles can see what is coming next. The bats from distances reach Elizabeth and begin to swarm her. As this was happening Elizabeth began to groan in utter delight. Her body began to grow and started to turn a little paler. Her once short dark hair began to grow longer and turn into snow. Her ears began to grow larger like a bat. Her noise started to grow sharper like some kind of monster. Her boots and sock began to be torn apart as if they no could contain her. Her jacket too could no longer hold her and began to tear it apart. As this was happening Elizabeth was enjoying every minute of it. Charles was deeply horrified. Her body and hair continued to grow engulfing what was once Elizabeth. Her muscles also began to grow like she was some type of champion out of a Greek mythology. Her skin began to be covered by pale like fur. Her clothes, nothing more than shredded pieces of cloth, looked like they were put into a blender in a fine setting. As she turned, she began to groan again out from her behind a small tail began to form. As she turned, he saw her eyes turn to a blood red pink and had a slit not a circle. Charles on the ground was slack jawed. What he was witnessing was not from God but out of hell. Terror snapped him back into reality. He needed to leave this damn town and tell someone or anything. "Fuck this." said Charles about to run. "SILENCE," yelled out this beautiful but tarrying creature, " YOU COME HERE CHANGLE ME AND RUN WHEN I REVEAL MY TRUE SELF." "NO, YOU WILL STAY AND GAZE UPON WHAT VICTIM YOU HAVE CHOSEN." As she yelled this Charles body began to stiffen like he was a statue. He could not move from the ground like an invisible force was keeping him down so that he could witness his last moments of this world. After she said this, he began to groan again like she was going to release something. After a terrifying screech blood began to gush out of her back. This blood began to shape into wings. The blood began to turn into flesh and became large wings of a dragon or a demon. After the formation of the wings the bats began to swarm around her naked body. As this was happening the bats began to melt into a black substance. These substances began to more freely and became a free-flowing dress. She began to look at herself, feeling satisfied with what had just happened. She slowly turned and Charles, seeing, began to cry and pray in silence. "No Charles," said this creature. "God is not coming to save you." After the transformation what stood above Charles was not Elizabeth but something out of a horror film. Charles letting go of his knife began to cry not knowing what else to do in this situation. The creature began to grin like she had seen this same expression so many times. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?" Yelled Charles. Before he could yell again the creature placed her finger over her mouth indicating to him to be silent without saying anything. "Be silent Charles." said the creature. "We would not want to wake everyone from there peaceful slumber." "As for whom I am well you can tell that Elizabeth is taking a small rest." "In your human tongue I am called Victoria." Charles not able to speak, began to cry not knowing what else he should do in this situation. "Oh, come Charles," said Victoria with a sharp teeth grin, "crying is not going to get you out of this situation." "No, I am afraid you have signed death as your only award for this stupidly action." "But now we get to my favorite part out of all of this." Victoria began hover around Charles teasing him like a cat plays with its prey. Charles, not knowing what else to do, is to follow her with his eyes. "How will you face me?" said Victoria. "Will you fight me like the knights of old or fight crazy like a barbarian?" "Oh, I have not had a fight in such a long time which has sadden me." "But you, you came her to fight me with this thing." Victoria began to pick up the knife and handed it to the frozen body of Charles. "Now I am a far person," said Victoria, "I will unfreeze you and let you have the first swing." "This way people can think you died like a true warrior instead of just being a sick mutt." Victoria conjured blood and began to cast something. "So, what do you say Charles?" said Victoria as he snapped her fingers. After the snapped Charles could feel whatever force was controlling him let him go. As he was freed, he looked at Victoria seeing what response he would take. Quickly Charles ran far away thinking he could escape. "Pity, said Victoria to herself, "I thought he would be fun to play with." "Oh well, I can still have some fun before my turn is up...." ............. TWO DAYS LATER Elizabeth began her nightly walk through her town when she came across a piece of paper. Elizabeth picks up the piece of paper and saw it was a wanted poster of Charles. She chucked and crumbled it into a ball and threw it to a recycling bin. "Pity," said Elizabeth, "I really thought he was going to bring some joy......"...
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The Demon Princess's Demon Knight Ch 2Disclaimer: I do not own DC, JJBA, Naruto, Mortal Kombat, Alien vs predator, One Piece, Bleach, Inuyasha, Hunter x Hunter, Demon Slayer, My Hero Academia, Yu Yu Hakusho, One Punch Man and DC comics. I only own my ocsExtra warning: This chapter may contain some fanservice.Chapter Two: Jade's PastAs the three days went by, Demon princess Jade began interacting with the four demon knights and two human knights as well even though it was very difficult for her, yet she interacted with her pet xenomorph Six more. She began to gain Kars's trust and started being friends with the demon knights except Joseph Joestar and Caesar Zeppeli who are trying to get to know her and ask uncertain questions about her life but she gets very uncomfortable around them when they try to flirt with her on break or after finishing training. Kars gets mad and drags the two away from Jade to make sure that she doesn't feel uncomfortable. He punishes the two by hitting the two in the head with his hands for that.Yet after he punishes the two young knights, he and his three demon knights and two young knights go back to training while Jade and Six watch them train until they have finished the same as usual. The Demon Princess and her pet warrior xenomorph were watching Kars yelling at both Joseph and Caesar for flirting with her after they finished their training.Suddenly Suzy Q came over to her friend.“Princess, your bath is waiting for you.” Suzy Q replied as Jade got up from sitting on the large water fountain.“Oh thank you Suzy Q for that.” Jade replied as she got up from the water fountain. Joseph gets distracted when he sees the Demon Princess leaving with the handmaiden. Kars was too busy yelling at Caesar, he decides to sneak away from the Demon Knight so he can follow the Demon Princess and her handmaiden, but Kars grabs him by the collar of his blouse with hand.“And where do you think you're going Jojo?” Kars asked as Joseph got nervous since Kars knew about his plan.“Umm…just want to see what the Demon Princess and her handmaiden are up to.” Joseph answered as Kars can tell that he is lying due how his behavior is now.“Yeah right, You just want to follow the Demon Princess and her handmaiden so you can try to peep on her.” Kars replied as Caesar Zeppeli got mad at the brunette.“Jojo, Are you serious ?!” Caesar shouted.“Caesar, Stay out of this. That goes for you too, Esidisi, Wamuu and Santana.” Kars replied as he pulled one of Joseph's ears with his hand.“Ow…ow….ow…Okay…Okay…I’m sorry Kars.” Joseph apologized as Kars let go of him while the young knight winced in pain due to how painful Kars pulled his ear.“Jojo. If I catch you trying to invade the Demon Princesses privacy. I’ll punish you even worse than this.” Kars warned.Suddenly Advisor Lisa Lisa enters the garden.“Sir Kars, Your Majesties wants to talk to you in his office immediately.” Lisa Lisa announced as Kars looked at his three Demon knights and two young knights.“You guys stay here until I get back from my meeting with the Demon King. You got it.” Kars replied.“Yes, Kars.” The group replied.“Wamuu, Esidisi, Santana, Please keep on Caesar, especially Joseph.” Kars replied.“Yes Kars. We’ll keep an eye on Sir Joseph and Sir Caesar.” Esidisi replied as Kars followed Lisa Lisa which they entered inside the castle. The Advisor and the Demon Knight stopped at Demon King Marcellus’s office. They heard Demon King Marcellus and Demon Queen Silvana talking to someone in the office.Lisa Lisa knocked at the office door which caught both of the Demon King and Demon Queen.“Yes, who is it?” King Marcellus asked.“Your Majesty, it's Lisa Lisa I have Kars with me.” Lisa Lisa answered.“Ahh..yes you may enter.” King Marcellus replied.Lisa Lisa opens the door which she and Kars entered in the office.The office looked very big and fancy due to how elegant the curtains as well as the large office table and some chairs, especially with shelves filled with different books that Kars never saw. The Advisor and the Demon Knight sees the Demon King Marcellus and Demon Queen Silvana and the blonde long haired man with a scar on his face who wears a fancy robe outfit similar to Lisa Lisa, is a noble named Robert E Speedwagon.“Finally you two have finally arrived during our meeting. Come sit down with us.” King Marcellus replied as Both Lisa Lisa and Kars sat down on the chairs of the office table with the Demon King and Demon Queen, especially the human noble.“Noble Robert E Speedwagon this is one of my new knights and Jade's personal bodyguard Sir Kars. Sir Kars, this is Noble Sir Robert E Speedwagon.” King Marcellus replied.“So you're one of the Demon knights that the Majesty has hired you and your knights. Very pleased to meet you.” Speedwagon replied.“Thank you for that. Very pleased to meet you too as well.” Kars replied.“So, your Majesty, what is it that you want to talk about since Kars is here with us?” Lisa Lisa asked.“Well…I actually want to talk to Kars about the Demon Princess since I noticed she started to trust him ever since he defended her from girls who bullied her in the past.” King Marcellus replied as Kars was quite surprised that Jade’s parents knew about that days ago.“Honey, are you sure that you want to tell Kars about our Daughter’s past?” Queen Silvana asked as she got concerned about Kars's reaction towards Jade's past.“Kars, if I tell you about my daughter’s past, promise yourself not to tell anyone about her past?” King Marcellus asked.“Yes, your Majesty, I will not tell anyone about you even though my past is kind of similar to mine. I can actually understand what she is going through but I will tell you about it in the future.” Kars answered.“Okay, so you actually understand what I said to you. So where to start at.” King Marcellus replied.“Ummm. Honey, let's talk about it from the beginning.” Queen Silvana explained.“Yes. Thank you honey.” King Marcellus replied the flashback of the story shows what the Demon King tells the Demon Knight.“Well back when me and my wife finally had a beautiful baby girl after we got married. We decided to name it Jade. Even though we had some meetings and important stuff going on in our lives. We had Advisor Lisa Lisa who is Jade's godmother had to take care of Jade until we finished what we needed to do. When Jade is grown into a demon child, Lisa Lisa begins educating her on the stuff she needs to learn like reading, writing, history and other school subjects which her intelligence began to develop quickly. As her personality continued to develop, especially as a demon child. She was very different from the rest of the other demons. During Royal Ball events in the past most of the demon children make fun of her due to how she is completely different from them. My Wife Silvana stepped in and got mad at the demon children for making fun of our daughter. We didn't care that Jade is a different demon, we still love who she is and this is her decision.Around the age of eight on her birthday. We adopted a xenomorph named Six due to the number six on her head. The Demon Princess adored her completely and the Xenomorph finally got along with her.During when Jade wants to go to the village. I had Speedwagon or Lisa Lisa chaperone our daughter due to curiosity and she wants to explore the village.While visiting the village with Speedwagon while Lisa Lisa is taking care of her son during her day off. She made friends with a humanoid reptilian boy who is about the same age as Jade who came from an exiled realm. His name is Syzoth but Jade likes to call him Reptile or lizard boy for short who is actually her first friend. Due to the fact he was an orphan that he had no family, shelter or food. Most of the demons, humans, Soul Reapers, angels, and other humanoid creatures don't like or fear him due to his different species. She and Speedwagon took him to our castle instead of leaving him in the cold. Jade introduced the reptilian boy to us.My wife and I asked him what was his. He told us that his name is Syzoth and told us that he was Zaterran which most were surprised that he was the last of his species. That he actually showed us his lizard form even though it was adorable during his kid form but still vicious. Plus it was even cuter when our daughter was petting him and didn't get scared of him. We decided to let him stay in our castle since he is Jade's first friend. We provided a home that he can stay in, food that he’s able to eat, and provide him clothes he can wear.During his stay with the Demon Princess at the age of ten. I had Lisa Lisa or Speedwagon to babysit the two even though she made more friends with Princess Hinata, Prince Neji, Prince Ichigo, Sakura Haruno, Izuku, Prince Josuke, Okuyasu Nijimura, Prince Luffy, Princess Nico Jade, Kagome, Tanjiro, Princess Sayuri, Prince Hiei, Prince Katakuri, Prince Sabo, Prince Sanji and Prince Ace.At the age of eighteen, She is still friends with them ever since and still has visited times especially Syzoth since he is able finally got a home that he'll be able to stay in the village. And made friends with her handmaiden named Suzy Q when she got hired to be the Demon Princess's handmaiden.After Jade's birthday, Me, my wife, Speedwagon and Lisa Lisa had decided to have The Demon Princess to have an arranged marriage in order to keep our bloodline going. We started out with the first Demon Prince that Speedwagon chose but said no that he will not marry a different demon. So we tried again on the second prince but the same thing again.Jade was rejected numerous times from the demon princes from the different demon kingdoms that Speedwagon provides. None of the demon princes rejected her due to her personality. After Numerous rejections, The Demon Princess went to her bedroom and cried. My wife and Iheaded to her chambers to confront her. While Our daughter was still crying on the bed and asking why most of the demon princes didn't want to marry her.My wife told her that it's not her fault even though she is different. Most of the Demon Princes decided to not to choose her and make their decisions. She told her that someone else will accept her for who she is.It took effect on Jade that she had self esteem issues, Trust issues, and rejection, during the Royal Ball last year. A princess from a different kingdom named Malty and her group made fun of the Demon Princess that she’ll be a burden to the Royal Demon family. Of course I had confronted her father that Malty is being a complete spoiled bully towards my daughter even though Jade has problems going on. I watch when her and her family leave the Royal Ball. Malty looks at my daughter and sticks out her tongue towards Jade and calls her a burden.Hopefully Jade can find someone that actually loves her.As the flashback of the story ended. “Now you can see why Jade is like this right now.” Queen Silvana replied.“I'm sorry that you told me about her story. I can see why most of the Demon Princes don't want her.” Kars replied.“Kars, you keep on protecting her, Interacting with her and hanging out with her. Maybe she'll start to trust you even more and open up her feelings towards you.” Queen Silvana replied.“If that actually happens. Then I don't mind that you have a relationship with my daughter.” King Marcellus added as Kars began to realize that they want their daughter to return to her normal personality that she used to have years ago after she turned eighteen. Demon King Marcellus looks at the window outside and sees that the sun is setting.“Well….Kars since tomorrow is the Royal Ball, you should train your knights on being a respectful gentleman. My wife and I gave you permission that you and your knights can use the bathing chambers now since your training is over. The bathing Chambers is at the West Wing hallways where the Demon princess’s chambers are a couple blocks away.” King Marcellus replied.“Thank you, your Majesties, for letting me and the rest of my knights that we’ll able to stay here and use the bathing chambers. Hopefully I’ll make sure to tell my knights about that important day tomorrow.” Kars replied as he got up from the office table. “Kars, one more thing before you headed back to your knights. Do you actually tell us about your past first before telling it to the Demon Princess in the future?” Queen Silvana asked.“Maybe but not now. But I will tell you about my past later on in the future.” Kars answered as he bowed towards both the Demon King and Demon Queen, especially towards the advisor and the noble.Kars exits out of King Marcellus’s office and heads back towards the garden where his three demon knights and his two young knights are at.Meanwhile in the garden Esidisi, Wamuu, Santana, Joseph and Caesar are waiting for Kars to get back to the garden. Joseph began to complain about it.“What is taking Kars so long during his meeting? That shouldn't take that long that I'm now complaining about it.” Joseph whined.“Jojo, will you just shut the hell up!” Caesar shouted.“You two knock it right now. Kars is coming right now.” Esidisi replied as Kars entered the garden.“Alright guys. I'm back from the meeting.” Kars replied.“Finally.” Joseph replied.“Listen up knights, Tomorrow is a very important day because there is going to be a Royal Ball. I know you guys, Esidisi, Wamuu and Santana will behave during the Royal Ball, but you Jojo and Caesar, you two better behave yourself because the Demon Princess and especially mostly all the ladies and princesses.” Kars replied.“Oh please. We're not children anymore. Kars. “ Joseph replied as he got hit in the head softly by Kars.“Ow…Why did you do that?” Joseph asked.“For talking back to me like that.” Kars answered as he turned around.“Alright guys since our training is over. Follow me, that we're heading to the bathing chambers and probably relax there for a while.” Kars replied as he exited out of the garden while his three demon knights and two young knights followed him where they headed to the West Wing.Meanwhile In Jade's Gothic bedroom Jade is lying on her Queen sized gothic themed bed wearing her black long sleeve nightgown after she had finished her bath and eating dinner with her parents. Suzy Q hangs up her gothic princess dress in the closet, her gothic accessories in the drawer and her Gothic jewelry placed in the jewelry drawers. “Alright Princess, I finished washing and drying your outfit during laundry while you were in your bath. Hopefully tomorrow you'll be prepared for the Royal Ball.” Suzy Q replied.“Yeah Suzy Q, but I'm still worried about it tomorrow since Princess Malty and her group are going to make fun of me just like last year. I won't be able to find someone and call me a burden again.” Jade replied.“Princess, I’m pretty sure that your new bodyguard Sir Kars will probably take care of that problem plus I noticed something today while being outside of the garden that you are began to trust him after couple of days that you told me the other day that Kars took care of the bullies that you two encountered after exiting the village you two visited. Kars will probably know and understand what you're been going through.” Suzy Q explained.“I don't know how my childhood friends and my friends will be towards him even if he got hired days ago?” Jade asked.“I'm pretty sure your friends will probably accept him during the Royal Ball. Most of them will probably get along with him due to how loyal he is especially towards you and your parents.” Suzy Q answered as she put the black queen size blanket on Jade while the Xenomorph warrior Six jumped on the bed and started to nudge her head towards Jade's hand.“Well. Tomorrow you’ll rest fine, Please let Kars handle your problems especially during the Royal Ball. Hopefully I'll get you ready when you're awake. Goodnight Princess.” Suzy Q replied as she exited Jade's bedroom. While the Demon Princess and her pet xenomorph went to sleep.In the bathing chambers were a large pool with a fountain and some fish statues with water pouring out from their mouths. The same clothes were folded and sat on the shelves along with bath towels.Kars, his three demon knights and the two young knights are now relaxing in the bathing pool after their training and taking off their clothes. The warm clean water and bubbles had covered part of their chest and the rest of their bodies. He had his purple long hair tied into a ponytail to make sure that his beautiful long hair doesn't get wet. The purple long haired demon knight relaxed while he sees Caesar getting mad at Joseph for splashes water at him. Kars began to get annoyed by the two young knights/ princes.“Jojo, would you please stop splashing water on us?!” Caesar shouted“Oh my God! Will you two please stop acting and fighting like children?! Kars shouted as both Caesar and Joseph stopped arguing when the purple long haired demon knight yelled at them.“Well if you guys don't like getting splashed by water then maybe I’ll do it to Kars instead.” Joseph teased as Esidisi freaked on that part.No! Don't do it on Kars, you idiot. He’s going to be” before Esidisi stops Joseph Joestar instead the young knight splashes water towards Kars's face and hair by using his hand which the Demon knight reacts very irritated now that Kars pulls Joseph in the water and almost tries to drown him in the bathing pool. The young Joestar prince was screaming for help.“Caesar, Esidisi, Wamuu, Santana! Please Help me!” Joseph shouted as Kars grabbed him and pulled him in the water. While Wamuu and Santana decided not to deal with this. Until it went a little too far that Caesar and Esidisi had to step in and stop Kars that Joseph almost died from drowning. Joseph gasped for air while he was drenching wet.After they finished their bath. They got dressed back into outfits. Esidisi and Caesar continue laughing at Joseph.“I can't believe that Kars almost drowned you.” Esidisi teased.“That's not funny.” Joseph replied.“Oh yes it was.” Caesar added.After they finished bathing and eating dinner. Most of Kars's knights went to their rooms and fell asleep while Kars was in his room laying in bed, began thinking of Jade's past, he began to feel sympathy towards the Demon Princess that he had a similar past like her. He remembered that his ex-girlfriend named Tala dumped him that he was a lesser demon and she had an affair with a Highest ranking demon lord named Asmodeus.Kars went to sleep thinking that tomorrow is the Royal Ball.Bonus part/OmakeJoseph Joestar sees Kars eating dinner in the dining room along with Caesar, Esidisi, Wamuu and Santana.“Is he still mad at you?” Wamuu asked.“Yes. He is.” Joseph answered.“See this is why you shouldn't pissed off Kars during his bath with us.” Esidisi added.“Shut up Esidisi.” Joseph replied.“Now Kars is definitely holding a grudge against you right now.” Santana replied.
The Demon Princess's Demon Knight Ch 1Author's notes: As I continue writing my Demon knight Kars x Demon Princess Jade story. I decided to reveal the names and voice actors of Jade's parents. Their names are Demon King Marcellus, voiced by John DiMaggio and Demon Queen Silvana, voiced by Julia Fletcher.Disclaimer: I do not own DC, JJBA, Naruto, Mortal Kombat, Alien vs predator, One Piece, Bleach, Inuyasha, Hunter x Hunter, Demon Slayer, My Hero Academia, Yu Yu Hakusho, One Punch Man and DC comics. I only own my ocsChapter One: First day on the JobKars woke up in the morning when he was interrupted by Joseph Joestar knocking on the door loudly."Hey Kars! Wake up! The Highnesses have breakfast for us in the dining room! Joseph shouted as Kars got up while groaning due to how tired the demon knight was. He gets off the bed, puts on his boots and black armor and exits out of his bedroom.Kars, his three demon knights and two human knights headed to the dinning room where they saw the Demon King and Demon Queen sitting at the dining table with breakfast on the long table."Please sit." The Demon King replied as the four demon knights and two human knights sat down on the dining table but Kars said something first from his mouth."Please forgive me. Your majesty about this so what are your names then since me and my knights introduced ourselves yesterday." Kars replied.Oh your right. Sir Kars, Sorry about that yesterday, I am Demon King Marcellus." Marcellus replied "And I'm Demon Queen Silvana." Silvana replied."Speaking of which you Highnesses. Where is the Demon Princess right now?" Kars asked.Sir Kars, will you please go find the Demon Princess so she can eat breakfast with us?" Marcellus asked as Kars got up from his chair."Yes your Majesty." Kars answered."The Demon Princess is probably in the library in the East Wing." Queen Silvana added as she sipped on her tea in her tea cup.Kars exited the dining room and headed in the east wing of the hallway. When the demon knight got to the East Wing, he opened the two doors in which Kars entered the Library.In the library room which is a huge room with dozens and dozens of books with very large shelves placed in each room that has reached towards the ceiling.Kars looked around the library. He was both surprised and amazed at the same time that the Kingdom has more books than the library in the village that Kars went to when he was a demon child.The Demon Knight sees the Demon Princess sleeping on the large fancy couch which he approaches over to her and sits on a fancy cushion chair next to Jade."Princess, wake up. Come on, your parents are waiting for you. Please get up." Kars replied as Jade began waking up due to his voice.Jade groaned that she was still tired from last night after reading numerous books that the Demon Princess can find, that she kept reading all of the books until she fell asleep on the large fancy couch. She gets up from the couch and sees Kars waiting for her."Princess. We're leaving the library now. Come on, let's go." Kars replied as he got off the chair. Jade gets off the couch while the Demon Princess and the Demon Knight exits out of the library.When they entered the dining room, the two sat down on the dining table.The Royal Demon family and his knights began eating their breakfast until there was a knock at the door."Enter!" Marcellus shouted as the demon guard entered the dining room."Sorry for interrupting your breakfast. Your Highnesses, but Advisor Lisa Lisa is back from her trip." The Demon guard announced."Good...I want to introduce her to my new knights and bodyguard that I hired yesterday." Marcellus replied as a young woman with dark brown hair who is about the Demon Queen Silvana's age wearing a dark purple dress with black robe and boots came over to them."Ahhh. Lisa Lisa. You are finally back from your trip. Please sit down with us" Marcellus replied as their advisor sat down on the dining table."Good, I went to a different kingdom that was quite different from yours." Lisa Lisa replied."Is it the Uzumaki Kingdom or the Kuchiki Kingdom?" Silvana asked."Both actually. They were both pretty interesting. That their politics are completely different from yours." Lisa Lisa answered as Kars, the three demon knights and two young knights saw her."My Knights. This is my Advisor Lisa Lisa." Marcellus replied as Joseph freaks out that his mother is here."Mom, what are you doing here?" Joseph asked."Oh I just came here to see You and Caesar are up to your training with Kars ever since you joined as a knight." Lisa Lisa replied as she looked at Kars."So Kars, how was Caesar and Joseph's training so far?" Lisa Lisa asked."Yes Lisa Lisa. Caesar's training with me shows that he's actually getting used to it....well.....your son....on the other hand....he...his training.....with him is horrible." Kars answered"What..Kars why are you telling my mother about this?" Joseph asked as Kars sipped his tea from his tea cup."Jojo, you complained to me yesterday that I was hitting too hard on your wooden sword training even though I was hitting it softly." Kars answered."I didn't say that!" Joseph shouted."Yes you did. Do you think I can remember that." Kars replied as he and Joseph began to argue until the Demon King spoke to them."Alright you two that's enough." Marcellus replied as the demon knight and the young knight stopped arguing."Yes your majesty." both Kars and Joseph replied.Months ago Advisor Lisa Lisa brought the young princes from two separate kingdoms who are Joseph Joestar and Caesar Zeppeli in order to become knights like their grandfathers Johnathan Joestar and Will Zeppeli used to be knights became kings. Lisa Lisa became an advisor when she made friends with Lady Silvana who was Demon Noble's daughter when they were children. As the two grew up together, Silvana fell in love with the Demon King named Marcellus. The two demons eventually got married, becoming Demon King and Demon Queen and had a beautiful baby demon girl named Jade where Lisa Lisa became the godmother of the Demon Princess. She got married to Prince George Joestar II and had a son named Joseph Joestar. Even though Lisa Lisa used to be a princess after she got married sadly her husband Prince George Joestar II died from the war. Lisa Lisa had been taking care of her son and babysitting her goddaughter at the same time. But when her son hit at the age of Twenty. She resumes back as the Demon King and Demon Queen's advisor when Kars began both training her son and Caesar to be knights.After the Royal Demon family and their knights finished eating their breakfast. They headed outside of the garden.In the large garden filled with trees, grass, flowers and decorations throughout. Kars, Esidisi, Wamuu, Santana, Joseph and Caesar are in training right now while Demon King Marcellus, Demon Queen Silvana, Demon Princess Jade and their advisor Lisa Lisa sit at the patio table eating desserts and drinks and drinking earl gray tea."It seems that Kars's training with his knights is pretty good. Except for Sir Joseph Joestar complaining." Marcellus replied."Yeah...I just hope my son improves on his training." Lisa Lisa replied."Alright men. You can take a thirty minute break now and then we'll train." Kars replied as he, his three demon knights and two young knights started on their thirty minute break.On their thirty minute break Esidisi was sleeping on the grass in a shade where a large tree provides. Santana is exploring the garden to see various things of flowers. Wamuu fed the white doves with seeds that Demon Queen Silvana gave him earlier before his training started. Kars was keeping an eye on Jade to make sure she's okay.The Demon princess sat on a large water fountain and began petting the demon koi fishes. Kars began to realize something about Jade which he got interested in the first place when they first met. He noticed that she started interacting with the demon koi fish in the water fountain more than the rest of the knights.Suddenly Kars sees Joseph Joestar and Caesar Zeppeli approaches towards the Demon princess. Kars began to see that Jade began to act very shy and bashful towards them when they began flirting with her. Before Kars approaches the two young knights.Out of nowhere a warrior xenomorph who had a branded number six on her head. She is wearing a spiked collar and a pentagram harness named Six began making hissing at the two young knights. He heard the Demon princess speak for the first time."Six calm down. These are my knights that are my father. Please Six I know you don't like new people but I'm sure you'll get used to them. I hope you probably like one of the knights." Jade replied as Six looked at her and began walking away from both Joseph and Caesar.Six looks at Kars at a moment and enters the castle."Jojo! Caesar! Stop flirting with my daughter! Apologize right now! '' Silvana shouted."We're sorry your Highness for flirting with the Demon princess." Both Joseph and Caesar apologized."Alright, our thirty minutes are over. Back to training." Kars replied as he, his three demon knights and two young knights resumed back to training.After hours of training, Kars taught his knights. He decides to stay there for a day."Alright guys that is it for today on our training. Tomorrow we will continue the same as usual." Kars replied."Finally, what a relief." Joseph replied as he, Caesar, Esidisi, Wamuu and Santana put their wooden swords away in the shed.Jade approaches towards her parents in the patio and speaks with them"Mother, father, is it okay if I can go to the village to see my friends and then come back home?" Jade asked."Of course Jade. You can, but Kars is going with you for obvious reasons." Marcellus replied as he looked over at the purple long haired demon knight."Kars, will you please come over?" Marcellus replied as Kars approached over towards the Demon King and Demon Queen."Yes your Majesties." Kars replied."Please Sir Kars, do keep an eye on the Demon princess. Just make sure anyone does not lay a hand on the Demon Princess." Silvana replied."Yes your Majesty. I will keep a very close eye on the Demon Princess." Kars replied as he and Jade headed to the horse stables where Akuma the dark demon horse is. Kars opens the gate where Akuma walks out of the stable.The Demon Knight grabs the saddle, saddle pad, and bridle. After he puts the accessories on his demon horse. Jade approaches towards the two. "Cool horse....Can I pet your horse?" Jade asked. Kars got concerned that his dark demon horse Akuma hated everyone except him since he had him when Akuma was a demon foal."Careful Princess. Akuma doesn't like people, especially children." Kars warns as Jade places her hand near the dark demon horse.Akuma moves his head towards her, he begins sniffing her hand and nudges his head on Jade. Kars was surprised that Akuma started liking the Demon Princess."I'm surprised that Akuma started liking you all of a sudden. I remembered the last time when Jojo tried to pet him. He almost lost his hand." Kars replied as Jade stroked Akuma in the head with her hands. The Dark Demon horse began to neighing at the Demon Princess."Come on. Princess. We can ride on Akuma until we get to the village." Kars replied as Jade gets on the demon horse's back first and Kars gets on last.Surprisingly Akuma is able to carry two people at the same time than an ordinary horse that Joseph and Caesar have in their horse stables. The Demon Princess and her Demon Knight stand in front of the castle when the demon guards open the gates. Akuma began walking out of the castle as they headed to the village.Jade and Kars went to the village with Akuma the Dark Demon horse which he stopped at the entrance of the village.When they got to the village. Kars gets off of Akuma first, he grabs her hand gently to make sure that Jade doesn't hurt herself from the fall."Careful Princess. Try not to hurt yourself when you land." Kars warns as Jade gently lands on the ground."Alright Princess, shall we?" Kars asked."Of course....yes. Let's go find some friends." Jade answered as she, Kars and Akuma entered the village.As they continued walking in the village, Jade and Kars saw one of the villagers begin whispering and talking to each other about Kars and his knights being hired yesterday by the Demon King Marcellus.Suddenly two twelve year old boys named Gon and Killua came over the Demon Princess, Demon Knight and the Dark Demon Horse."Jade. There you are." Gon replied as he and Killua saw Kars."Umm...Jade, who is this guy?" Killua asked."Gon, Killua. This is my new bodyguard Kars. He was hired yesterday." Jade replied."I really hope. He won't be that previous bodyguard that you had." Gon replied."I know that Gon. Hopefully you like him in the future. By the way, Gon, Killua. Are you thinking of going to the Royal Ball this week? Since my father invited you and your friends too?" Jade asked."Of course me, and my friends are going to the Royal Ball this week. I'll make sure I'll remind my friends about it." Gon replied "We'll see you at Royal Ball then." Killua added."Okay you two. See you there." Jade replied as Gon and Killua went to go somewhere in the village.The Demon Princess began visiting her friends such as Izuku, Yusuke, Hiei, Saitama, Tanjiro, Kagome, Sanji, Tony Tony Chopper, and her other friends in the village and talked about the Royal Ball that will be here this week.Some of Jade's friends are starting to get to know Kars even though most of them try to be neutral with the Demon Knight.Kars recognized one of the knights that he remembered when he was in the training grounds yesterday. The knight wearing his casual clothing now is a nineteen year old who is very cute with black long braid named Bankotsu. The Young knight continues walking by the purple long haired Demon Knight and the Demon Princess until Kars finally catches him."Hold it!" Kars shouted as he grabbed onto the knight's wrist. Jade and Akuma looked at him."Bankotsu, what are you doing here today and why are you not at the training grounds?" Kars asked."Oh that. Well I just finished off training very early." Bankotsu answered."Who is that knight that you're talking to?" Jade asked."Princess, This is Sir Bankotsu, one of the knights that was in the training grounds that I was with. Even though I tried numerous times to get him to be one of my knights, Bankotsu refused due to my teaching methods being too strict on him. " Kars replied as he is still mad at Bankotsu for that incident."So this is the Demon princess that the Demon King hired to be her bodyguard." Bankotsu replied."Yes...Why are you asking me about the Demon Princess?" Kars asked."I mean. She's kind of a looker." Bankotsu answered as Kars gets a little mad at him. which Jade looks at him awkwardly."Really Bankotsu. You really have to say that in front of the Demon Princess?" Kars asked."What?! It's kind of true." Bankotsu replied."So anyway did Sir Imperious and all the other demon knights and knights get the invitations that the Demon King and Demon Queen received? Kars asked."Yes, they got the invitations. I guess you and your knights are invited to the Royal Ball too." Bankotsu answered."Well hopefully I see you there then Me and the Demon Princess have to do stuff in the village." Kars replied."Well then see you at the Royal Ball then." Bankotsu replied as he left right away.After the Demon Princess and the Demon Knight began to leave the village with two baskets filled with fruits and books that Akuma was carrying that they brought.Suddenly out of nowhere after they left the village. Jade and Kars are encountered by the bullies that Jade has."Oh great. And now this." Jade replies as she and Kars see three girls who are about the same age as Jade when they approach her. The Demon Princess gets scared when she sees them."Well we'll if it isn't the cowardly Demon Princess." Flampe teased as Kars gets a little pissed that she began bullying Jade."Look who's talking." Kars sassed back as Yura looked back which steps back and Loly did the same as well."Keep out of this. You nosey demon." Flampe replied as Kars glared at her intensely."Tch.Whatever." Kars replied."Just ignore him. Flampe. He's just one of those demons who are not Highest or average in my own opinion." Loly replied."Do you think I already know that? So the Demon Princess. I heard from your previous bodyguard that he got drunk and got killed in the accident is the best thing." Flampe replied as Kars walked towards her."Do you have some sort of a problem or something? From my point of view, you are pretty much acting more like a bigger bully than the rest of my bullies in my childhood." Kars replied."NANI?! Flampe shouted."I think you and your friends should leave right now. Because you're not laying a finger on the Demon Princess especially not a strand of hair on her head." Kars replied."You're wasting my time. Lesser Demon. Get out of my way." Flampe replied.Before Flampe was about to push Kars out of the way."You asked for it then." Kars replied as he punched Flampe in the stomach so hard that she coughed some of her blood in her mouth."Oh my God!" Loly shouted."Flampe are you okay?" Yura asked."Now run along you vultures before you guys are next!" Kars shouted as Flampe, Loly, and Yura ran away from the Demon Knight."Umm.....Thank you for doing that." Jade replied."You're welcome. Princess. I had the same situation as you did in the past. Now come on, let's go home." Kars replied as they got into Akuma and headed back home.Once they headed back to the castle. Jade and Kars place the baskets filled with fruits and books after Akuma returns to the horse stables where he stays."Oh...Sir Kars...Can I show you my bedroom please?" Jade asked."Of course. Princess. I never got a chance to explore your castle except the library that you were in. It was pretty nice that your parents are able to afford a library like that." Kars replied as Jade gently grabbed his hand and they both headed over to Jade's bedroom. Once they get to her bedroom, the Demon Princess opens the door to her bedroom which both her and the Demon Knight enters in.Jade's bedroom was a beautifully elegant and gothic theme. Kars was amazed that her bedroom has much more luxurious and custom that Jade had picked."I really love your bedroom. Princess." Kars replied as he saw the same xenomorph that he saw earlier. Six is laying on Jade's Queen size bed and sees Kars but doesn't hiss at him.This is my pet xenomorph Six." Jade replied as Six continued sleeping on the bed. While Kars looks around at her bedroom and explores the decorations that Jade has.Suddenly there was a knock at the door."Jade! It's Suzy Q. May I come in?” Suzy Q asked.“Yes. Of course. You may enter.” Jade answered as the blonde handmaiden opened the door and entered her bedroom. She sees the Demon Princess and the Demon Knight.“Welcome back, Princess. So this is your new bodyguard that your father hired, am I correct?” Suzy Q asked.“Yes. Suzy Q. This is Sir Kars, my new bodyguard.” Jade answered.“Very well. Nice to meet Sir Kars. I am Suzy Q, Jade’s friend and handmaiden of the castle.” Suzy Q replied.“Nice to meet you. Suzy Q.” Kars replied.“So Princess, what was your day with your bodyguard like?” Suzy Q asked.“It was fine at least. All we did was go to get books and fruits and no one didn't bother me.” Jade answered.“Very nice that Kars is able to be your new bodyguard. Now I can see why your father chose him to be your bodyguard.” Suzy Q replied as Kars was about to exit Jade’s bedroom.“If you need anything Princess, I’ll be in the library and try to find some books to read.” Kars replied as he left the bedroom leaving the Demon Princess with her handmaiden.“You know you are starting to like him. Princess.” Suzy Q teased as Jade blushes a little.“Suzy Q. Really, he and I are just friends.” Jade replied.“I can see how you are starting to trust him.” Suzy Q replied as Jade sat down on her bed. Six wakes up and places herself near the Demon Princess. The Demon Princess began to feel different about her feelings towards Kars when he defended her from the bullies she had. It would probably take a lot for her to trust the Demon knight.Inside the Library of the castle. Kars was sitting on the large fancy couch and began reading some of the books he chose during his free time. He had finally taken off his black armor only wearing his white long sleeve blouse, black pants and leather boots. While he was drinking earl gray tea and continued reading until he was interrupted by his childhood friend Esidisi who sat next to him."What is it? Esidisi." Kars asked"So Kars. How was the first day with the Demon Princess?" Esidisi asked."Pretty fine. I encountered Sir Bankotsu in the village. He got off of training earlier. I'm guessing that Sir Sesshomaru decides to earn his training early." Kars answered.“Is that so?” Esidisi replied."So did Wamuu and Santana interact with the Demon Princess at all?" Kars asked."Surprisingly, yes. Wamuu and Santana began interacting with the Demon Princess when she began to speak with them outside of the garden.” Esidisi answered."What about you?" Kars asked as he read his book.“Well, The Demon Princess started interacting with me after she talked to Wamuu and Santana.” Esidisi answered.“It seems that the Demon Princess is starting to trust all of us except Joseph Joestar and Caesar Zeppeli.” Kars replied as Esidisi gets up from the couch and stretched.“I better go. Hopefully the Demon Princess will probably hang out with you tomorrow.” Esidisi replies as he exits out of the library and leaves Kars alone so the Demon knight continues reading his book.Kars continues reading and begins to realize that Jade is starting to trust him. He noticed something that his feelings started to develop towards the Demon Princess but decided to tell her not now until it was the right time to express his feelings towards her.
The Demon Princess's Demon Knight Prologue Summary: Demon Knight Kars is hired to be Demon Princess's Bodyguard from a demon kingdom in Earthrealm. While the rest of the knights became the Demon King's knights.Disclaimer: I do not own DC, JJBA, Naruto, Mortal Kombat, Alien vs predator, One Piece, Bleach, Inuyasha, Hunter x Hunter, Demon Slayer, My Hero Academia, Yu Yu Hakusho, One Punch Man and DC comics. I only own my ocs.This story is rated T for Teens. It may contain Course language, Fantasy violence, some nudity, crude humor, and suggestive themes. Prologue: Hired as New Knights and Bodyguard In the village of a huge kingdom in Earthrealm.Somewhere at the training grounds, A purple long haired demon with three black horn and red eyes who is wearing his white long blouse with black pants and leather boots named Kars is sword training with a young twenty year old knight named Joseph Joestar who is lacking in his training but Kars is actually trying to improve his training with wooden swords."Damn it JoJo. Focus on your sword while I'm hitting at it!" Kars shouted as he hit his wooden sword on Joseph's sword."I'm trying okay. but you're hitting too hard" Joseph whined."How am I hitting hard if you keep on lacking on your training. Have you ever learned anything yet?" Kars asked as they continued sword training.Sir Imperious who is the highest ranking demon knight sees Kars and Joseph are still sword training."Great job you two. You guys can take a break and I brought a messenger to announce your mission." Sir Imperious replied as the Messenger opened the letter and began announcing it."Here he, Here he, Sir Kars, Sir Caesar, Sir Joseph, Sir Esidisi, Sir Wamuu and Sir Santana are invited to the kingdom and hired to be the demon King's knights and the demon princess's bodyguard. You guys will be leaving in two hours." The messenger replied as he left the training grounds.'Well great. Now I have to deal with these two idiots at least. Esidisi, Wamuu and Santana don't give me an attitude.' Kars thought.It's been four years since Kars joined to become a demon knight when he was eighteen. Even though his life was horrible especially born as a Lesser Demon. Demons mostly have rankings in generations the same as humans, Soul Reapers, Angels, vampires and other humanoid creatures during the medieval times. They have the highest, average, and lesser rankings. Kars had a rough childhood as a demon child that his father was an alcoholic and his mother died from a terminal disease. Due to being bullied constantly, a demon child the same age as him who is an average named Esidisi befriends Kars after Esidisi beats up the bullies. Kars gets mad whenever someone calls him a lesser demon and gets very violent.His demon ranking is now Average demon. Kars is now twenty two. He just finished training a new knight named Joseph Joestar who has recently joined the same as twenty year old knight named Caesar Zeppeli did too as well. But of course Kars gets really annoyed by the two when it comes due to lack of training and flirting with women in general that Kars gets so irritated very easily that he had to walk over to them and drag the young knights by their collars of their blouses away from the lady. He does this to them numerous times.Yet the only people who can calm down Kars due to how bad Kars's temper is his childhood friend Esidisi and his colleagues Wamuu and Santana. Yet the two young demon knights who are the same age as the two young human knights that are more mature than Joseph and Caesar.Kars is dressed in his black armor and his group of knights are getting ready to depart and headed to the kingdom where he and his group are invited and hired.As Kars and the group gathered all their things that they needed for the castle. They got on their horses and demon horses began traveling to the castle that they were summoned to. As the four Demon knights and the two human knights continue traveling to their journey. Sir Joseph Joestar began complaining about how long they are on their journey even though Kars tends to ignore him most of the time. Same with Sir Caesar Zeppeli, Sir Esidisi, Sir Wamuu and Sir Santana too as well."Are we there?" Joseph asked."No, we're not there yet. Jojo. Will you stop complaining about it." Kars answered."Come on Kars. I'm getting really bored on this." Joseph whined."Will you just shut up Jojo. We're almost at our destination. If I hear one more from your big mouth. I'm cutting your tongue off." Kars threatened as the young human knight immediately stopped talking right away when the Demon knight threatened him.Meanwhile at a beautiful large kingdom in a very beautiful bedroom a beautiful young twenty year old demoness and her human handmaiden are at the vanity area getting ready to meet the knights.The Demon Princess named Jade. She has black long hair with dark blue , light brown skin and turquoise blue eyes.The outfit that the demon princess is wearing is black long lace corset with sleeves, off shoulder long sleeves, a pentagram harness, long one slit skirt with black knee high leather boots, and a black cape. Black lace set of finger loop gloves, nylon stockings underneath and black lace sheer sleeve upper arms cuffs . Including black onyx gem jewelry set of pentagram tiara, lace choker with chains on it, a necklace with an upside down cross, and upside down cross earrings. On both of her hands is a black rose ring attached to a chain onto a black lace onyx bracelet with chains and herLastly, her make-up is that she wears black eyeshadow, eyeliner liner, mascara, black lipstick, two black lines on each side of her eyelids, with dark gray crease and white on her entire eyes.Jade was nervous and worried at the same time to meet the new bodyguard and knights. Her handmaiden and friend named Suzy Q is making sure that Jade is neat and prepared to see the knights. She was concerned about her."What is it, Princess?" Suzy Q asked."Oh it's just what if the new knight becomes my new bodyguard. I don't know if he doesn't like me, especially when meeting him for the first time?" Jade asked."Calm yourself princess. Don't be hard on yourself. I'm pretty sure the knight who will be your bodyguard. he will probably like you in a few days." Suzy Q answered."I hope so. The previous bodyguard I had was rude to me. Hopefully he won't be like that to me when I meet him." Jade replied.Suddenly they heard horses coming through the window while the knights were finally here."I guessed they arrived here a little earlier than your father expected." Suzy Q replied as Jade got up from the vanity chair and ran to the window to see what was going on.The Demon Princess sees four demon knights and two human knights which Jade can tell due to their appearances. The huge gate opened for the knights to enter the castle."Well Princess, are you ready to meet them in the throne room?" Suzy Q asked."Yes." Jade answered as the two exited out of Jade's bedroom to see the new knights The four demon knights and the two human knights came inside the castle. Kars gets off of his dark demon horse named Akuma while his group did the same thing too that they got off of their demon horses and horses.A demon guard leader approaches him and his group."Are you Sir Kars and his knights?" The Demon Guard Leader asked."Yes I am and we're here to see the Demon King, Demon Queen and the Demon Princess." Kars answered."Okay you are like what the highness told me. My guards will take your horses to the stables and your stuff to your bedrooms." The Demon guard leader replied."Thank you, Sir. Now can we actually see the Demon King, Demon Queen and the Demon Princess?" Kars asked."Of course. Follow me." The Demon guard leader answered as he led Kars and his knights to the castle.The other demon guards grab their demon horse and horses as well with their stuff."Alright guys. Please behave yourself when we see the Demon King, Demon Queen and the Demon Princess. And that goes for you too Jojo and Caesar. You two had better behave yourself, especially towards meeting the Demon Princess." Kars replied The huge castle doors opened for the Demon Guard leader and both knights and demon knights entered. When they arrived at the throne room where the Demon King and Demon Queen were sitting."Your Majesty. Sir Kars and his knights have finally arrived here." The Demon guard leader replied."Good. You may now leave. I want to speak with them." The Demon King replied as the Demon guard leader leaves the throne room."Welcome to my kingdom. please, I want to know your guy's names since you're here." The Demon King replied Kars and his knights bowed at the Demon King and the Demon Queen."Your Highnesses, I am Sir Kars and these are my demon knights and knights. Sir Esidisi, Sir Wamuu, Sir Santana, Sir Joseph Joestar and Sir Caesar Zeppeli." Kars announced."Very nice to meet you and your knights. Sorry that the Demon Princess is running a little late to meet you." The Demon King replied."There's no need to apologize. Your Highness. I'm pretty sure that the Demon Princess will arrive now." Wamuu replied.Suddenly the door opened revealing to be the Demon Princess who entered the throne room. "Ahh Jade. You finally arrived. We have knights who will be staying here in our kingdom.Jade, this is Sir Kars, Sir Esidisi, Sir Wamuu, Sir Santana, Sir Joseph Joestar and Sir Caesar Zeppeli." The Demon King replied as Jade saw the four Demon knights and the two human knights."This is Demon Princess Jade, our beloved daughter and heir of our kingdom." The Demon King replied as The four demon knights and two human knights looked at the Jade.Kars noticed that Joseph Joestar and Caesar Zeppeli began drooling over the demon princess due to how beautiful she is. He rolled his eyes in disbelief and that they were embarrassing themselves in front of Jade and her parents.The Demon Knight guessed that the demon princess is twenty years old due to how young she looks and guesses she probably even acts more mature than Joseph Joestar and Caesar Zeppeli. Hopefully to Kars, Jade will not be annoying as much as these two. Due to how stressful Kars is, he'll probably get away so he can spend time with the Demon Princess in the future."Anyways You guys will be staying here in our kingdom for the time being. Sir Esidisi, Sir Wamuu, Sir Santana, Sir Joseph Joestar and Sir Caesar Zeppeli. You'll be my knights in my kingdom." The Demon King replied.'I wonder what position Kars will get even though Me, Caesar, Esidisi, Wamuu and Santana got?' Joseph thought."And Sir Kars you'll be guarding the Demon Princess wherever Jade goes so please keep on her. She's very rebellious." The Demon King replied as Joseph Joestar and Caesar Zeppeli were shocked that Kars is positioned as bodyguard for the Demon Princess "What whyyyy,?!" Joseph shouted."How come Kars always get the princess while we get nothing as new knights for this!" Caesar shouted."Maybe there's a good reason why the Highness chose Kars instead of you two because of obvious reasons especially with the ladies." Esidisi replied."I can agree with you on that. Esidisi." Wamuu added as Santana didn't say anything about it."Your Highness. Why did you choose Kars to be your daughter's bodyguard instead of me? I would've done better protecting the Demon Princess." Joseph replied."Please, your Highness. Tell us why you choose Kars to be the Demon Princess's Bodyguard?" Caesar asked."The real reason I chose Kars to be my daughter's bodyguard is because he acts more mature and acts more of a gentleman than you two even though one of Jade's friends spread rumors mostly on you two when it comes to trying to flirt with women in general." The Demon King answered as he looked at time."Head over to the dining room then, one of the chefs had prepared dinner for all of us." The Demon King replied as he, his family and his knights headed to the dinning room to have dinner.In the dining room Jade and her family are eating dinner with Kars and his knights until Esidisi talks to the Demon King about something."So Your Highness, can you please explain to me what happened to the previous knights and bodyguard that you had before you hired Sir Kars and the rest of us?" Esidisi asked as the Demon King sighed."Well....Sir Esidisi the previous knights and bodyguard that I have......well.....they died from a horse carriage accident after they got drunk. Jade's previous bodyguard that she hates was completely drunk and was driving the horse carriage under the influence that they ended up killing themselves in the accident." The Demon King answered as Kars, and the rest of his knights were shocked that the previous knights died of doing something stupid."I'm so sorry that happened to you." Kars replied."That's fine, they were being reckless and not doing their jobs, especially the previous bodyguard that Jade truly hated. Hopefully you guys won't be like them." The Demon King replied.After dinner Kars and his knights headed to their bedrooms. He sees his knights go into the rooms after the journey that they went through to go to the castle.The Demon Knight enters his bedroom where Kars took off his black armor and boots wearing only his white long sleeve blouse and black pants. He lays himself on the bed and pulls the covers on himself.'Hopefully the Demon Princess won't be a problem towards me on the first day of being her new bodyguard.' Kars thought.Kars went to sleep wondering if the demon princess wants him to be her bodyguard on his first day tomorrow.
Circle in the Sand Part One- CG:LD One-Shot, Hi Everyone, Here is the first part of the latest and last one shot for Code Geass: Liar's Dice as me and Makarov move onto starting the main series itself. Which rounds off the final prequel chapters on Akira and Nathan that grew from a simple one shot of showing the two's day and night out in summer of 94, to a novella that in many ways sets up their arc and gives hints of their background, relationship and more that has been a real joy to set up and work with @RingoPerkov, @ResonantCrimson and Makarov in writing about them, along with the one shot that was Melancholy Dynasty.Along with Let's Dance Part one Sweets for my Sweet Let's Dance Part Two Sugar For My Honey and Dark Shine.Part Two of this chapter is available to read here.Thanks very much as always for following my work and I hope you enjoy the chapterKind Regards,,, I will release the second half in a few days. In the dimly lit cavern of "Inclusion," a sanctuary of a club in Aberdeen, Nathan and Akira found themselves amidst a vibrant tapestry of individuals. Neon lights fragmented through the darkness, painting everyone in splashes of surreal color. The rhythm was palpable, less a sound and more a physical force that resonated through bodies swaying, fists pumping, feet stomping.But this was no mere party. The energy was an unvoiced rebellion—a stand against societal norms that sought to marginalize them. Each person was a bright thread in this complex fabric, their shared struggles speaking louder than any melody could. Against the thumping backdrop, they found something vital: acceptance, affirmation, and a rebellion against daytime marginalization.Tucked into a corner booth, Akira’s fingers lightly circled her drink's rim, her eyes absorbing the whirlpool of hues and human drama. Nathan, equally engrossed, balanced his attention between their conversation and the living mural around them. The booth was a bubble of relative quiet, yet it offered no immunity from the room's powerful undertow.Their dialogue, whispered over the music’s ebbs and flows, became another layer in the club's soundscape. They weren’t just there to absorb the atmosphere or lose themselves in the rhythm; they had a more explicit purpose, a mission even. Still, that focus didn’t blind them to the stories unfolding all around—each individual a testament to resilience against societal prejudice.Maya was a spellbinding blend of resilience and exuberance. A trans woman fresh on the path of her transition, her almond eyes radiated an irresistible zest. Clad in a red dress that framed her slender figure, her stylish bob and freckle-dusted cheeks caught the neon glow, making her almost ethereal despite not having undergone treatment like Aki has. Her chat with Akira wasn't just words; it was a display of relentless grit, each syllable steeped in her newfound confidence.Jamie, still awaiting his transition, emanated a complex blend of yearning and resolve. With nervous, piercing blue eyes and perpetually tousled blonde hair, his presence was disarming yet intense. Dressed in casual, loose clothes designed to downplay his form."Highland Harmony—our first incarnation. It was a refuge, an 'LGBTea Time Society' if you will," Maya's voice tinged with a smile."LGBTea Time? That's golden," Akira chuckled."Golden and gone. Pre-war love-fest," Maya quipped, her tone shifting.Jamie took over, his voice gravelly. "Then came some less than kind new management. Turned our sanctuary into 'KlubFan.' A living nightmare."Nathan paused, his gaze sweeping the room. "A lesson in how prejudice corrupts safe spaces like ours.""But we fought back, and hard," Maya’s eyes narrowed, lips taut. "We clawed our way back in, blood and all.""So you evolved into the 'Aberdeen Queer Knights'? And renamed the place 'Inclusion'?" Akira felt a thrill of respect for them."Exactly," Jamie said, his eyes glowing. "Inclusion isn't just a name—it's our unbreakable spirit, our shared mission.""Inclusion isn't just a hideaway; it's a bulwark, solid as steel," Jamie continued, his voice roughened by battles fought and lessons learned. "If people come looking for a fight, we make sure they realize they've knocked on the wrong door."Maya smirked, her eyes a frigid fire. "Exactly. This isn't a daydream where we sit back and wish for peace. We create our own reality, and if someone threatens that, they're not gonna like the outcome.""And how do you ensure that?" Akira's eyes flicked between the two."We stay alert. Always," Jamie asserted, his eyes scanning the room like a hawk. "It's not just one pair of eyes watching the door; it's a hundred pairs. When you've got something worth defending, you become the defender.""And we're tech-savvy. Way ahead of the curve compared to others," Maya added, locking eyes with Akira. "Security cameras, encrypted channels. If someone tries anything stupid, we'll know before they even make their move."Nathan nodded, visibly struck by their meticulous preparations that replicated their own work and the operatives that work for them. "You've transformed this place into something remarkable. It's not just a sanctuary; it's a stronghold for all who seek refuge here."Maya lifted her glass. "To staying vigilant, and to never letting our guard down."Jamie met her gesture, locking eyes with everyone at the table. "To standing our ground, to never retreating."The clink of their glasses rang out, a symphony of resolve that echoed in a room standing as a monument to resilience, unity, and unbreakable spirit.Nathan raised his glass of water in a cheeky fashion, his expression earnest. "To 'Inclusion', then, a beacon of hope and acceptance in a world too often devoid of both."As they clinked their glasses, Akira felt a lump in her throat. The resilience of these individuals, their unity amidst hardships was inspiring. She looked around the room, taking in the dancing, laughing figures under the pulsating neon lights. Inclusion, she thought, a place where everyone belongs. An oasis in a world that seemed to be made of deserts.Underneath the pulsating beats of the club, the hum of conversation that continually added to the natural ambience of a place that was positively alive with so much social energy, Akira and Nathan began to open their own hearts. As after all, these were dear friends of Akira and friendships had no room for many walls in this world, especially in this club. "Ever thought of seeing your mother, Aki?" Jamie ventured, his voice barely audible over the music. His gaze, however, held a poignant depth, acknowledging the unspoken past that lay between them.Akira looked into her drink, the swirling neon reflections casting ghostly hues over her face. She confessed, "I nearly did once. Back in '92 when we went over to Japan for a holiday. But well… there were simply some things that pulled me far away from going through with it." She sighed, a delicate shiver running down her spine. "I just couldn't face her."A silence settled between them, each consumed by their thoughts. The confession had stirred emotions within Akira she'd long suppressed, memories of a home she'd left behind, a mother she'd distanced herself from along with him as well.“Well my face and tattoos may have given the wrong impression. Certainly spooked your pa well enough when we saw him.” Nathan joked. Aki turning to give her love a dark look at bringing up that twat. Which he put out his hands as if to say what.“Well it's true duck, he fell out of his stool at the pub and started pissing himself, he thought we were bailiffs coming to repossess his bungalow since he’s been-” Aki accidentally slipping her elbow onto Nathaniel's stomach that ceased his chatter. Her patting on his knee sending all the indication she needed.Maya, who had been listening quietly, chimed in, her voice a soothing balm to move things on, "Well we all have our battles, our demons. What matters is how we deal with them." Her eyes flicked toward Nathan. “Even yourself, I imagine, as strong as you look, with everything that has probably happened to you, I can’t imagine you live life without hatred.”Akira noticing Nathan shrugging in response as he laid back on his chair. Clearly having recovered from his stomach intenses being impacted a few seconds ago.“Nah not really, nothing that anybody here hasn’t been through.” Nathan replied with a surprisingly balanced tone. He paused, glancing at the swirling dance floor, a sea of people caught in the moment. "And nothing like which others in this world have been through like you have James. Aki has mentioned some of the things you have been though.”James shuffled his body a bit, giving a long breath and adjusting their frames before looking back at Aki and Nat.“Yeah, had a fair few years shuffling around from sofa to sofa after me da threw me out as a kid when I came out. Rest of me family not wanting to have someone staining the family rep as good Catholics. Specially when they learnt that I had been going to Ranger games instead of Celtic ones. That one shall we say didn’t go down lightly.” James chuckled at the end as Maya gave a supportive pat on the shoulder.“Went through a few fostering homes, moving around when council ran out of money or got caught up in the riots of 78. Got to a point I was living in the roof of the Lighthouse off Bell Rock, got into writing during those lovely nights with the fog and wind blowing keeping me shining.” “And here I stand today with you all. So its been well worth it.” James turning to face Nat."From the sound of your tone before, it seems like you're hard on yourself, Nathan. You move and talk like you carrying the weight of the world." Jamie listened intently, his eyes reflecting a world of empathy.Aki eyed Nat rubbing his neck at Jame’s word."Its why he always goes all out for me, trying to make up for times when he thinks he wasn't there for me." Akira cut in, her voice firm."But," Nathan interjected, his voice carrying a tinge of regret, "You’ve had your part in all of this as well. We haven’t always communicated well partly because well of things I inherited, I know I was/am a handful at the best of times and appreciate everything you do to support me. We work and ‘dance’ a lot better now, but back then, we weren’t afraid to step on each other’s toes a few times. Though you stepping on my toes during our prom dance was painful enough."Caught in the intimate web of past confessions, Akira noticed a certain heaviness lingering in Nathan's expression. His eyes seemed lost in a labyrinth of past memories, veiled under a shadow of melancholy that was uncharacteristic of his usually jovial demeanor when with friends like this. Akira's heart clenched, her concern finding words as she reached out to him, her voice gentle, "Is something bothering you chuck?"Nathan seemed to snap out of his reverie, meeting Akira's concerned gaze with his own, his eyes shimmering with an unspoken story. After a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on, he suddenly burst into laughter, a hearty sound that echoed through the pulsating music and reached Akira's ears like a reassuring melody."Ah," Nathan said, wiping an imaginary tear from the corner of his eye, "Always the worrier. I assure you, I'm as cheery as a Highland cow in a field of fresh clover." His laughter was infectious, and soon, even Akira found herself chuckling.Jamie, who had been observing this exchange, turned to Maya, a bemused expression on his face."Well, this one's certainly got acting chops. One moment he acts like he's carrying the weight of the world, and the next, he's laughing like he hasn't a care in the world."Maya nodded in agreement, her eyes reflecting a hint of admiration, "Indeed. You never can tell with Nat, can you?"“Well, i have to put on my best face everywhere don’t I love?” Nat said as he turned to face his partner.Akira looked at Nathan, her heart still fluttering from her earlier concern. She couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that perhaps, there was more to Nathan's laughter than met the eye. She wondered how much of his emotions she truly understood. She looked deep into his eyes, searching for an answer, a reassurance.As if sensing her inner turmoil, Nathan gave her a reassuring smile, his eyes radiating warmth. It was all the assurance Akira needed. She smiled back at him, the corners of her lips curling up in relief, her heart settling into a comforting rhythm. Amidst the chaos of the club, a moment of silent understanding passed between them, a shared promise to always be there for one another, regardless of the trials and tribulations that life might throw their way."I must admit," she said, pressing a hand lightly to her stomach, "I'm bloody famished." The statement was met with surprised glances from their companions, a smile flickering on Nathan's lips. The confession came from Akira unexpectedly, seeping into the conversation as effortlessly as the ambient music from the club's speakers."Between missions and madness, Nat and I have practically made a hobby out of having the best meals whenever we can," Akira remarked, her gaze meeting Nathan's. An unspoken agreement shimmered between them, their unsaid objectives steering their every move.Nathan, a relaxed presence in the booth, pivoted to Maya and Jamie.”I’m sure the local food here is amazing, I just have to find something that won’t end up with me down at the bloody hospital." His jest had its desired effect, pulling laughter from the table.Akira flashed a grin, nudging Nathan playfully. "I can assure you bitch, Aberdeen's food is top-notch. Your pickiness is the only obstacle here."Nathan restrained a more sharp retort but gently countered, "Well, let's just say my stomach isn't as adventurous as I am. Sensory sensitivities come with the territory for me that you damm well know.”"When I’m seeking true Aberdeen flavor, I can't go wrong with Cullen Skink," Jamie began, his tone considerate. "It's the best Scottish soup I’ve had—smoked haddock, finest potatoes, and all. The soup puss over on Skene makes the best version."“Isn’t that the place that bellend MacArthur used to own? I remember the one time I went there as a kid, that prune wouldn’t give me bread to go with me soup without me paying a extra copper and then bellowing No Soup for you you half breed! And barring me.” Aki said as muttered on how she eventually got back by during her youth. “Yep, the very same, but its under new management since MacArthur went out of business during the war, heard he was struggling with his health recently from my partner. Apparently he’s had to go into a home.” Maya said.Aki softened at hearing that the old man wasn’t doing good, while she not exactly fond of the man, she certainly didn’t like hearing that he wasn’t doing good.Maya's eyes twinkling as she jumped in further. "Don't pass up the Aberdeen buttery, either. The finest buttery in the entire country."Nathan leaned back. "High standards here; love to see it.”Maya's eyes gleamed, a spark igniting. "When’s the last time you’ve all been to 'The Crooked Lum' on Rosemount Viaduc? Best scones in Aberdeen. Light, yet unforgettable."Jamie chimed in with a laugh. "Let them choose for themselves, Maya. You’re practically a fixture there. But hey, hard to beat those cozy, private corners—ideal for, well, intimate talks or discreet rendezvous."Nathan's eye twitched, just slightly, at the notion of 'discreet rendezvous.' "A place that offers good food without prying eyes? Sounds like our kind of place."Akira's eyes lit up at the mention of 'The Crooked Lum,' her face reflecting a mix of nostalgia and fondness. "Ah, The Crooked Lum. That place is a local gem, really. I've had many a good day there, tucked away in those cozy corners. It's as close to a culinary sanctuary as you can get in this town. So yes, I think we've found our spot for the evening."Nathan looked at her, catching the emotional nuance in her voice. "You speak like it's an old friend.""In a way, it is," she said, her eyes meeting his. "It’s one of those places that makes you feel like you're part of something bigger, yet perfectly intimate at the same time."“Speaking of intimate, I need an intimate moment of some fresh air for the time being.” Nathan made his need blatantly clear. Just as Nathan and Akira were about to step outside for a breather, a sentimental haze settled over Akira. After exchanging warm farewells with Jamie and Maya, each promising a forthcoming reunion at The Crooked Lum, they rose from their seats. The club's vibrant atmosphere lingered around them, almost like a melodic echo left by the presence of their friends.As they prepared to leave, a jarring encounter disrupted the moment. A young woman, her demeanor as boldly uninhibited as her obvious inebriation, collided with Nathan, splashing her scotch across his shirt. The immediate tang of alcohol cut through the air."My God, I'm so sorry!" She stammered, her embarrassed laugh hanging awkwardly as she reached to dab at the spill. In her clumsy haste, Akira spotted her hand grazed Nathan's face, smearing his carefully applied makeup and revealing the aged but stark scar on his left cheek.The laugh died in her throat, her eyes widening in a mix of shock and curiosity, as if the club's very pulse had skipped a beat.Aki saw her partners face remained composed, almost serenely so, but a micro-expression of discomfort flickered across his eyes before he mustered a disarming smile that only he could. "No harm done," he assured, his voice steady but tinged with an undercurrent of restraint, as though navigating a mental minefield. "Accidents happen."Though outwardly placid, the brief incident hinted at a churning sea of anxiety and emotion beneath Nathan's composed exterior.The woman, her eyes still wide with a flicker of fear, offered a final, hesitant nod of apology before retreating back into the vibrant sea of club-goers, giving a look at Akira that she picked up on before she left. The subtle scent of the spilled whisky clung to the air as her momentary shock was absorbed by the pulsating energy of the club. Akira watched as the woman vanished into the crowd, swallowed by the synchronized movement of bodies dancing to the rhythm of the music.Pushing through the disorienting scent of alcohol, Nathan excused himself and Akira from the awkward situation, opting for a hasty retreat to the fresh air outside. The tension coiled inside him eased a bit as he inhaled the cooler night air, but it didn't entirely disappear. He turned to Akira, who seemed to sense his lingering disquiet."Ready for the next part?" she asked, her eyes meeting his. He nodded, his gaze briefly flitting to the end of a dimly lit alley adjacent to the club. “Are you?” “She nodded in return."Let's go."They moved down the narrow passageway, Akira leading the way to a nondescript door, virtually hidden from view. She knocked twice, paused, then knocked once more. A small viewport slid open, revealing a pair of scrutinizing eyes. Recognizing Akira, the bouncer nodded and the heavy door creaked open, granting them entrance to a secluded VIP backroom.It was lavishly decorated but somber in ambiance, as though tailored for confidential exchanges. A few opulent armchairs were arranged in a semi-circle around a low coffee table. Although they were the first to arrive, the room seemed to echo with the invisible presence of the people they were expecting—a distinct array of powerful personalities who would soon fill the space with an entirely different kind of energy.Nathan looked around, appreciating the room's privacy and discretion. It was a far cry from the vibrant and public setting of the club, a contrast that seemed to accentuate the gravity of their pending meeting."Quite the setup," Nathan said, trying to lighten the mood as they waited. "I’m assuming Marco checked everywhere for bugs earlier?”“He did, the only bugs are our own and he is keeping tabs via the camera I had him set up.”She folded her arms and looked intently at Nathan, who was fidgeting with his sunglasses on the table. "You ever wonder, what would happen if we just pulled the plug on our involvement with the Indians? Cut off dealings with Ghasmira's parents and all those EU business bigwigs?"Nathan looked up, eyebrows raised. "Seriously Aki? You're saying this when you were the one insisting that we link in with our “siblings” in everything when I wanted us to broaden our horizons and influence in new places?She sighed, pushing her fingers through her hair. "I know, and it is important, they've helped us gain ground in ways we couldn't have alone and its important that we get along with family. But it's starting to feel like we're painting ourselves into a corner."With a pensive gaze, Nathan interlocked his fingers. "These arrangements we are in are part of why we are here now, not dead or melting away in that place like Phil and others are.”"I get that," Akira shot back, “But what's the trade-off? How much are we bending to fit their narratives? Their agendas aren't always in alignment with ours, and it's exhausting."Nathan sighed, a momentary lapse that allowed his weariness to show. "Look, I understand the desire to have partners who resonate more closely with our vision and again its something i wanted to do from the beginning. But these relationships that we are on offer us more than just monetary benefits. They give us a seat at tables we wouldn't even know existed otherwise."Akira closed the gap between them, standing next to Nathan's chair. "Do you ever wonder, though, if we've given them too many seats at our table? If their influence is eroding what we stand for?"Nathan glanced up, locking eyes with Akira. "That's the line we walk cautiously, we do better at the table than not being there and someone else getting to decide for us and I have seen and been through enough to know they don’t do shit for us in the long run.” A brief pause as the air around them allowed the tension and feelings to settle in. Aki took a sip of her drink while Nat smartened his tie up before opening his mouth again."We chose to be in this, we made our vows and oaths to our gods that we would serve for life. I remind you again that this involves everyone that you see as family. And how fucking with anything will bring their displeasure on us when we can’t afford it."She sighed, feeling the weight of their shared mission. "I know. Maybe the question isn't about severing ties but about negotiating them better, setting stronger boundaries between us and the other sects.""That's more realistic," Nathan agreed, visibly relieved. "We balance things where we can, but it on our terms, as much as we can.” “However if you want us to align elsewhere, you need to find the people, influences, make the connections, networks that we need and want. So we aren’t giving Freya or anyone the chance to destroy us okay?"Akira nodded, leaning down to kiss the top of Nathan's head gently. "We navigate this labyrinth, but we do it together. That's the only way I'd have it."Nathan smiled up at her, reinvigorated by their renewed understanding. "Navigating labyrinths is easier with a partner you trust."The doors to the backroom of the nightclub swung open with a deliberate, weighty motion. Ibrahim Osei walked in first, his dark eyes scanning the room before settling on the plush leather chairs arranged around a lacquered table. His tailored suit barely rustled as he moved, projecting an air of timeless elegance.Behind him, Ghashmira glided in, boho-French style pants, her clothes as an effortless blend of the contemporary and the traditional. She wore a confident smile, something between the serenity of knowing one's place in the world and the eagerness of a player before a chess match. She took a moment to absorb the room's ambience, electronic beats from the main area of the nightclub filtering through the walls, mingling with the scent of luxury cigars and aged whisky.Ganabati was the last to enter, his demeanour decidedly nonchalant. "Ah, the War Council assembles," Ibrahim noted with a thin smile, his Ghanaian accent rendering the statement both sardonic and oddly charming Aki found.Ghashmira returned the smile, her eyes twinkling. "War Council? I was under the impression this was a cordial gathering of old friends and fellow allies."Ibrahim chuckled. "Ah, but in our line of work, those two are often indistinguishable."Ganabati, who had started setting up his laptop at a corner of the table, looked up. "Can we save the poetic exchanges for later? There are pressing matters at hand."Ghashmira shot him an amused look. "Oh, come on, Ganabati. Even machines need to warm up.""Well, my 'machine' is perfectly warmed up and ready to go," Ganabati smirked. "The question is, are all of you?"Ibrahim took his seat at the head of the table. "Let's find out, shall we?"Ghashmira gracefully lowered herself into a chair adjacent to Ibrahim, her posture impeccably straight yet relaxed. "By all means," she echoed, her voice imbued with the same complex mix of joy and steeliness that seemed to define her.Ibrahim leaned forward, his hands clasped together on the table as if he were about to say a prayer. The room's ambient lighting seemed to spotlight him for a moment. "Firstly, I would like to thank both of you for having us. I understand the work we are all involved in rarely allows for leisure, let alone meetings."Ghashmira leaned back, one arm casually draped over the back of her chair. "Oh, you make it sound so formal, Ibrahim. We're all in this together, aren't we? And for a compelling reason, I presume."Ibrahim's eyes met hers. "Compelling, indeed. The situation with Singh has escalated in ways I'd rather not disclose via any form of communication that could be intercepted. So I thought this meeting would be the best way to address it. For the sake of our beliefs and mission.""Ah, the verbal battleground—the theatre of dreams and nightmares," Ghashmira mused, crossing her legs.Akira and Nathan took a moment to scan the room—Ghashmira, ever the diplomat in her tweedy men's suit that had Aki had to admit she made work with the brown lofters and pressed trousers that suited her well-built body, as she moved to sit next to her. Across from them was Ganabati, his face inscrutable and in his raggy clothing as usual with his belly sticking out and all the hairs on it that made Akira wince. Ibrahim had positioned himself at the head of the table, exuding authority even in his silence."I want to be clear from the get-go," Nathan said, his voice even. "I've extensively discussed this issue with Ghashmira and others over the past months. My stance has been made abundantly clear in regards to what happened to my partner.”"I don't see why we're even having this meeting," Akira interjected, her eyes darting towards everyone before settling on Nathan. "Trust has been broken beyond repair, especially after what Singh did. So, let's not pretend that this is some sort of democratic forum where my vote is actually considered equal."Turning to Nathan, her gaze became icier. "I still don't understand why it feels I am the only one in my own corner here.”Nathan felt the weight of her words but remained composed behind his sunglasses as always.“I’m here, I have been here in every meeting, speaking and fighting for you on this every step of the way. I’m here tonight to back you up through all of this. But everyone needs to hear your voice, and your feelings on this because we cannot move forward from what happened until you make the decision on the recourse. As you are the victim in this and the hammer of justice needs to be wielded by you,” Nat emphasized his final words by hamming his fist down on the table.Almost spilling over the drinks on the table with Ghash and Ibrahim having to hold on to their and Ganabati grabbing the Laptop to balance it. Bits of Aki’s wine drenched on the cobalt blue Midi dress she was wearing.“So please grá, please right here, right now, tell everyone of Singh’s crime against you and how much it has hurt you and what they need to do to rectify it now?” Nat said.Akira feeling his gaze focused fully on her, not retreating at all in his seriousness. Taking a gasp for breath, she nodded and closed her eyes, preparing herself to make her case.Nat’s hand patting her white glove in support.This was a delicate balance, and the meeting had only just begun.“Let me just say, I was sexually assaulted and that is something that can’t be just forgotten or forgiven.” The reiteration from Akira proved just how much she wanted her voice to be known on this stance. Effectively, she managed to ensure her resonating point would not be lost to an echo chamber. “Ghashmira, as a woman, I expected you to really toward my side more blatantly considering how this has happened to you.”Ghashmira, observing the charged exchange, leaned forward. "Akira, I understand your reservations. Truly, I do. But discussions like these, as difficult as they are, lay the foundation for any progress we might make." Akira said as she shifted her body.Akira glanced at Ghashmira, the guarded look in her eyes softening just a touch. "Your idealism is charming, but some things can't be mended."Ibrahim cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "Perhaps it would help if we refocused. Akira, you have strong reservations; that much is clear. Would it be fair to ask for specifics? In black and white terms, what are the issues you believe are irreparable?"It was a direct question, meant to steer the conversation back to concrete matters. Akira took a moment, her lips pressing together as she gathered her thoughts."The issue is simple," she finally said. "There are lines that have been crossed, boundaries that have been violated. And no discussion can ever make those disappear."Ibrahim nodded, acknowledging her feelings without making any promises to solve them. "Understood. Does anyone have any perspectives they'd like to add before we explore potential ways forward—or not?"Ghashmira looked at Akira, then at Nathan, before speaking. "If there's any way to find common ground, we should try. But it should be clear that any attempt to rebuild must be consensual. And it should also be clear that some things might be fundamentally unfixable."Akira looked at each face around the room, her gaze finally settling on Nathan. She sighed, a mixture of resignation and lingering anger in her voice."Let's get on with it, then. But don't expect any miracles."Ghashmira steepled her fingers, surveying the tension in the room. "I understand that emotions are running high. This is a delicate situation, laden with personal and professional complexities that none of us can fully fathom. But we have broader responsibilities, responsibilities that extend beyond this room."Akira raised an eyebrow, skepticism painting her features. "Broader responsibilities? Are we talking about the same thing?""Yes," Ghashmira responded, her tone steady. "The Indian court and its pending resistance against Britannian rule is not just an Indian issue, Aki. It has repercussions for the European Union, and hence, for us. Not to forget the ongoing projects we have with them and with Nathan here."Nathan shifted uncomfortably,Akira was aware that this whole thing meant he was on shaky ground with both his allies and his business ventures in the EU. Ghashmira glanced at him, acknowledging the shared precariousness of their situation without verbalizing it."We're not just talking about the diplomatic relations or military alliances," Ghashmira continued. "This has potential trade implications. Should India regain its sovereignty, that opens up new possibilities for the EU in terms of trade partnerships with other Asian powers.""I can't believe you're using geopolitical strategy as a justification—" Akira started, her voice tinged with disbelief."It's not a justification; it's context," Ghashmira cut her off, striking a balance between firmness and tact. "You need to understand, Akira, your decision here doesn't exist in a vacuum. There are many lives and intricate relationships hinging on the choices we make in this room. Now, I empathize with you, but jeopardizing all of this... is not an option."The room seemed to hold its breath, the gravity of Ghashmira's words settling like a dense fog.Nathan finally spoke, his voice cautious. "Ghashmira's has a point. The investments are considerable and diversified—ranging from military intelligence to social welfare projects in Europe. But it doesn't mean we're cornered."“You can’t just disregard my feelings here, like they don’t matter. We’re all peers and I’m not going to be talked down to.” Akira's eyes diverted from Ghashmira and turned to meet Nathan's and for a moment, the barriers seemed to come down slightly. She sighed."Everyone, understand this: My 'broader responsibilities' will never come at the cost of my self-respect or my safety. Are we clear?"Ghashmira nodded, her face reflecting a complex blend of relief and regret. "Crystal clear, Akira."Ghashmira paused, allowing the room a moment to absorb the tension that had been both revealed and concealed. She looked Akira directly in the eyes, her own gaze unflinching. "Akira, let me be clear: What happened with Singh is unconscionable. I don't take it lightly, and neither should anyone else in this room."Aki glanced at Nathan watching the interaction, his jaw set. The sense of justice warring with the calculated pragmatism that his line of work demanded."As for your safety and dignity," Ghashmira continued, "We will take extensive measures to ensure that nothing of that sort ever happens again. Singh's behaviour will be dealt with, in no uncertain terms. No form of harassment or assault can be tolerated in the environment we aim to foster,"Akira listened, her posture still guarded but her face less hardened than before. "I want more than promises, Ghashmira. I want action, and I want assurance."Nodding, Ghashmira elaborated, "Absolutely. To begin with, we propose a 'non-aggression' pact between you and Singh. This is a binding agreement that ensures both parties maintain a respectful distance from each other, professionally and personally. Breach of this pact will have immediate and severe consequences.""Additionally," Ghashmira leaned forward, her eyes never leaving Akira's, "You will have extra layers of security and institutional backing to safeguard you against any similar actions. We're not just talking about physical security, but legal and emotional support as well."“And what good will it do? Is your security so advanced they can somehow erase what has already been allowed to happen to me? Something that my own security failed to prevent?” There was no chance she would merely accept such a nearly useless compromise, let alone on word alone. “The problem was that the security forces were complacent with Singh. That complacency is what lead to my assault.”Nathan broke his silence. "I can also assure you that our intelligence network and persona will keep an eye on Singh's activities, especially when they intersect with yours. Akira and myself make sure the monitoring is comprehensive and discreet, with complete cooperation with Ghashmira and Ibrahim.”Ghashmira nodded in agreement. "Thank you, Nathan. Furthermore, there will be an internal inquiry and disciplinary actions against Singh, aligned with our ethics. Our goal is not just punitive but preventative. We'll also hold sensitivity and harassment training sessions, which will be mandatory for all."Akira considered the layers of promises, visibly weighing their sincerity against her own reservations. "All right. I'll agree to this 'non-aggression' pact and your extended measures. But remember," she pointed a finger at Ghashmira and then Nathan. "I'll be holding both of you accountable for ensuring these aren't empty words."Ghashmira met her gaze, the weight of the responsibility settling on her. "You have my word, Akira. Your safety and dignity are non-negotiable, and I'll stake my reputation on safeguarding them.""Just as we are expecting you to adhere to no aggressive acts against Singh, you do have a reputation and history of it after all.” Ghashmira’s words caused Akira to avert her gaze. Yes, she did a rep for the way she has gone about certain situations in the past with fellow siblings and before that… Glasgow."We will make it a dedicated effort.” Nathan inputted that drew Akira out of her thoughts."We can’t ever allow such apathy in the security personnel again. Ally or not, Singh only was able to do what he did because he had recognized that there was no one to stop him, because no one has stopped him before. It cannot and will never happen again.”The room exhaled in collective relief, each person aware that while a hurdle had been cleared, the race was far from over. Yet for that moment, it was enough.When the room reached a brief lull, following Ghashmira's and Nathan's assurances to Akira, Ibrahim finally spoke up. His voice was deep, the kind that could command a room with minimal effort, embodying decades of political and business acumen."I appreciate the progress we are making here," he began, a slight trace of an accent marking his otherwise impeccable English. "Ghashmira has ably represented the interests and standards of our organization."He leaned forward, locking eyes first with Akira, and then Nathan. "But let's not forget that we are all bound by the decisions of the Council of 4. Their authority is not to be questioned, nor disregarded. We have a long-standing, mutually beneficial relationship with the Indian court, and it's crucial that we maintain that balance for the sake of our collective goals. Which the honourable Pristress Kayci fully agreed on at our last meeting the end of November."Akira glanced toward Nathan, as if measuring the weight of Ibrahim's words, he returned her glance, measuring how their Priestess's position on this was weighing on her. Nathan's face was inscrutable, but he gave a subtle nod as did Aki a second later.Ibrahim continued, "The truce that has been painfully constructed over the years is not up for debate. We will not entertain threats or deviations that could destabilize it. Especially not when there is so much at stake globally."Ghashmira caught Ibrahim's gaze and nodded subtly, grateful for his reinforcement while also cognizant of the unspoken pressure his words carried."I trust this clarifies the overarching framework within which we're operating," Ibrahim concluded, leaning back in his chair, "And that we can move forward in a manner befitting the decorum and gravity that our organization and affiliations demand."There was a palpable sense of the shift in the room. It was as if a higher power had just reminded everyone of the larger chessboard they were all pieces on. Akira, despite her lingering reservations, understood the greater complexities that tied them all begrudgingly.Ghashmira leaned forward, her eyes capturing everyone in the room as she interlaced her fingers thoughtfully. "Listen, I wanted to put it as succinctly as possible: the Indian Rebellion is not just a coup, a strike, or some small-scale insurgency. This is a momentous endeavour, aimed at restructuring the very fabric of a subjugated nation."She paused, letting the weight of her words settle. "Our actions here, the decisions we make, don't merely influence our immediate concerns. They echo through the halls of future governance, shaping the course of a nation that has been yearning for liberation for decades now."Ghashmira shifted her gaze towards Akira and Nathan. "The partnerships we have, the alliances we're a part of—they're the very sinew that binds this rebellion together. They enable us to even think we can topple the oppressor from a land they consider their playground."She glanced at her boss, who nodded ever so slightly, before continuing. "We've all made sacrifices. We all have skin in the game. And yes, I completely acknowledge what happened with Singh. It's inexcusable, unacceptable, and it will not go unpunished. But we can't let the actions of one man crumble the very structure we've fought to put in place."Ghashmira let her words hang in the air, hoping they would serve as the scaffolding for a bridge over the chasm that seemed to have opened up in the room.Ibrahim, who had been an imposing yet reticent presence throughout the meeting, finally chose to speak again. "Ladies and gentlemen, if I may interject." His voice resonated with a blend of conviction and affluence, a testament to years of navigating complex geopolitical terrains."My family, the Makals, and I have a vested interest in the betterment of this organization and the realization of our collective objectives," he began. "Not only in Europe but across Britannia and Japan. Today's meeting reassures me that despite our diverse backgrounds and conflicting personal interests, we share a vision for a more equitable future. This kind of synergy is precisely what's needed to sustain our agenda."He turned towards Akira and Nathan. "You are not peripheral players in this. You are key, absolutely integral to the long-term strategies we're developing. Your grievances are not overlooked, and they will be addressed."With a nod to an aide, he handed a document to Akira—a pre-drafted non-aggression pact. "I propose this formal pact be reviewed and, if found acceptable, be signed as a commitment to our mutual objectives and the security of each individual here. This pact can act as a fortress against any further untoward incidents that threaten our unity."Ibrahim's eyes met Akira's with an intensity that bordered on the solemn. "Further to these dialogues and resolutions, I feel it's important to make some form of material amends for the sufferings you've endured," he said, the timbre of his voice leaving no room for triviality. "A vocal commitment is one thing; action is quite another."He paused for a moment, letting his words hover in the air as if waiting for them to settle in Akira's consciousness. "Therefore, to underscore our seriousness and to tangibly demonstrate our commitment to repairing what has been broken, I intend to personally invest in several initiatives that you and Nathan have been spearheading."Leaning slightly forward, his hands clasped together on the table in front of him, Ibrahim continued, "These are not mere gestures that I offer. This is not philanthropy or some self-serving bid for public goodwill. Consider it a form of reparation, albeit one that can never truly compensate for the harm you've suffered. And know that this is but the first step in a series of actions we are prepared to take to rebuild trust, to validate your concerns, and to assure you of your indispensable role in our shared future."His eyes still locked on hers, he added. "Your well-being, your dignity, your aspirations—they matter to us Akira. Not just as ethical imperatives, but as foundational elements in the new world we all seek to create."He finally looked at everyone in the room. "Akira, your responsibilities in this are as cherished by me as my own. I do not take your role or your well-being lightly. You are not a cog in the machine; you are part of the machine's very soul."Ibrahim paused, letting his commitment seep into the room. "Let this be a new chapter for us—a chapter of increased cooperation, mutual respect, and a renewed focus on our grand objectives."He sat back down, his eyes scanning the faces around the table. The weight of his words, like anchors, hoped to ground them all in the midst of the tempest that had been their previous disagreements.Akira hesitated for a moment, her eyes scanning the non-aggression pact before her. The ink seemed to dance with the weight of what it symbolized, an uneasy truce forged from turmoil. Finally, with a mix of resignation and reluctant optimism, she picked up the pen and signed her name. The moment her signature etched into the paper, it felt as though an invisible shroud lifted from the room; the tension that had been gripping everyone seemed to dissipate into the air.Akira observed as Ghashmira rose from her seat, her posture emanating a palpable sense of relief that seemed to be shared by everyone in the room. She approached Nathan, each step full of gravitas."You did well, sis," Nathan said, his tone uncharacteristically warm.Ghashmira replied, her voice laced with a mix of exasperation and fondness, " You as well bro, always the smooth operator."At this, Akira chimed in, "If he wasn't, we might never get anything done."Nathan glanced at her and nodded appreciatively. He returned his gaze to Ghashmira. "But remember, I do it for us—""—And for a future where these meetings become footnotes in history," Nathan completed her sentence, filling the room with the gravity of their shared ambitions." Where we all have a stake in that future," Akira said, her voice carrying the weight of her own hopes and responsibilities.“Indeed sis, by the way you look fantastic. Really happy that your transition is going well and that you are finally getting to be who you always wanted to be. You knows its partly because of you that i-” “Thank you Ghash, I appreciate your kind words.” Aki bluntly interrupted her, not wanting to hear any more honey talk after that shit show.With a nod of acknowledgement, Ghashmira turned to prepare her exit.Attention shifted to Ibrahim, who had been a stoic presence throughout the meeting. Akira and Nathan turned to him. "I am sure that was as unbearable for you as it was for me?""Endurance, Mr Andre, isn't just a virtue; it's a lens through which we view the world," Ibrahim began. "There is always something worse, something uglier than the present moment. Picture a battlefield after the war has moved on. We could be sifting through rubble, picking up remnants of lives unlived and dreams unfulfilled. Instead, we're here, in the realm of possibility, forging partnerships and building a scaffold for the future."Nathan nodded, absorbing Ibrahim's words, his eyes narrowing in contemplation. "I know, I endure every day of our lives in more ways than one despite my skin colour.""Same here." Akira felt moved to add her voice again,Ibrahim's eyes swept across Nathan and then Akira. Clearly repressing their dislike of Nat bringing up race."You see, whether we're walking through the corridors of power or navigating the maze of our own consciousness, as long as we walk it together, that road ceases to be a mere conduit. It becomes a journey unto itself, and the destination transforms into a shared future." Ibrahim said as he made his way to the door to depart.As the meeting participants began making their way toward the exits, Akira saw Nathan caught Ganabati's eye and approached him along with her. "Ganabati my good man, how’s we doing mate?"Ganabati looked up, his eyes placid but attentive. "Fine thank you. I’ll be glad to get back to my workshop soon and work on the projects we have been developing for our operations in India now that the risk of them being cancelled or delay has abated."“Still got the audit by Dinky Dink coming up next month, that comb drip will be looking to make cuts everywhere.” Nat said.Oh yes, that accounting dickhead Akira remembered who tried to deny her pay rise this year. Claiming her transition meant she should be on a lower pay-scale. Before she basically browbeat him to the point he gave in begrudgingly. “He can try, but if he wants to make a profit, he’s going to have to back off, i’m sure Miss Norwood will make sure he doesn’t interfere.” "I’ll see you at the Christmas party, watch yourself with the beer mate. Don’t want you getting too drunk too quickly.""Compared to some of your department, I’m a modest drinker and you know that, best remind Belyana and Dean to be on their best behaviour with the Directors there." Ganabati retorted that made Akira smirk at Nat being put on the spot."Don’t worry, they know how to behave, see you soon Gan,""And you, Nathan. The road is long, but may the steps be light and our burdens bearable."As Akira and Nathan turned to leave, they felt a warmth settle in, a contrast to the often cold, strategic exchanges that filled rooms like these. It was the actual warmth of the room itself, the temperature and the club itself becoming nearly intolerable. As everyone shuffled out, they opted for the discreet alley exit, vanishing into the shadows of the city night. Their footsteps echoed softly, as though the night swallowed up the residual tension from the meeting. Akira noticing that Ghashmira, Ganabati, and Ibrahim wore expressions that were inscrutable yet somehow lighter than before, as they merged into the labyrinthine streets that would take them back to their separate worlds.In contrast, Nathan and Akira moved towards the main entrance, stepping back into the pulsating world of the nightclub. The neon lights blinked rhythmically, as though nothing world-altering had just transpired within these walls. Bass-heavy music throbbed through the air, enveloping them in an atmosphere so divergent from the room they'd just left."I want to say goodbye to a few more friends before we go," Akira said, her voice a notch softer now, "They should still be here somewhere."Nathan nodded, watching as Akira's demeanor shifted slightly; her face relaxed into an expression of familiarity, comfort even, as they navigated through the sea of revelers. There was a moment of brief, happy exchange when she found her friends—a fleeting island of normality in an evening that had been anything but.Akira watched as Nathan navigated through the sea of gyrating bodies, making his way to the bar. Her eyes, keen observers, noticed the depth of his contemplation as he took a sip of water, staring into the glass as if seeking answers. Beside her, Beylana had seemingly materialized from the crowd upon seeing her and leaned in to make a snarky comment about the crowded venue and how most of the people couldn’t keep up with her on the dance, but Akira only half-listened.For a brief moment, her gaze shifted and locked onto a striking individual across the room. Intrigued, she almost forgot the reason they were there—until she saw Nathan's shoulders slump subtly, a telltale sign of his eagerness to leave for the night. A wave of concern washed over her, drowning out her earlier curiosity about the intriguing stranger."I wonder what he’s thinking," she thought, feeling an urgency she couldn't quite define. "Whatever it is, the music, the lights and the heat can’t be helping.”Before she could make her way to him, she caught Nathan's head turning to someone across the bar—someone who surprisingly resembled Haru. Akira felt her gut tighten. This was something they had sidestepped for so long and this little encounter was intriguing. She then noticed someone she hadn’t seen for a while, Kelly who was getting a drink at the bar and made her way to her.“Kelly, how are you lov-”“Fuck off Akira, six months you don’t contact me and now you come up acting like its only yesterday since we last saw one another,” Kelly snapped. That made Akira jump up, surprised at her tone.“Kelly, I’m sorry for not keeping in touch, I’ve had a lot going on.”“As have I, lost me job, me bastard boyfriend slept with me bestie and me ma overdosing the stupid cow. And still kept texting you, calls that you never answered, hell you didn't even acknowledge me once all the times you have been here you wee tadger. Our gal Laura said you were a flak. Now I know better, eat shit along with that english bike you ride after.” Kelly said.Akira too stunned to respond as she stomped away along with her friends. She didn’t sense Bel coming up to her side, stepping on her heels to offer a supportive hand on Aki’s shoulders."You alright, Aki?" Beylana asked, her eyes narrowing with concern.Akira shook her head, more to clear her thoughts than to answer. "I will be once we get out of here," She said finally. "It’s getting late anyways and I really could do with eating something before everywhere closes”Leaving Beyl with a nod, Akira worked her way through the crowd, her bodyguards maintaining a discreet but vigilant distance. When she finally reached Nathan, her hand found his shoulder—a gesture meant to ground both of them. However, it was still invasive just enough to make Nathan’s head snap toward the source of the touch instinctively. "I’m so fucking ready to eat the biggest meal and then sleep for a week," Nathan said softly. His body clearly struggling to stay propped up, with their shoulders slumped and constant sighs leaving their mouth"For sure ready to go? Need more water first?" Akira asked, as though sensing his need to escape, not just from the club but from the labyrinth of his own thoughts."I’m Good," Nathan replied, flashing her a weary but genuine smile. "Let’s get the hell out of here"As they turned to leave, Akira cast one final glance over his shoulder. The Haru-lookalike had vanished into the crowd, but the unsettling echo of that encounter remained.The sharp contrast of the cool Scottish breeze welcomed them, providing relief from the warmth and humidity of the club. The chill was a refreshing balm against the warmth of their skin, still flushed from the heat of the pulsating crowd. Akira felt the cool breeze graze her skin as the winter nightsky haled across her home town.Aki and Nathaniel filled their lungs with the clean, cool air, taking a moment to savor the unique aroma that made Aberdeen distinct. It was a delightful blend of the sea's brininess and the earthy scent of centuries-old stone buildings that stood as silent witnesses to the passage of time which Akira could never get enough of no matter how many times it enters her sinus’s. As the pulsating echoes of 'Inclusion' dimmed in the distance, they stood on the precipice of their task, ready to dive into the unpredictable depths of the night.Akira and Nathan's steps synced effortlessly, brushing against each other as they navigated the twilight streets. A palpable mix of hunger and electric anticipation clung to the air around them. Their bodyguard's keeping watch for any spies or local bobbies looking to give them trouble.As they walked, Akira's voice broke the comfortable quiet, tinged with a wistful note. "It's strange to see how much Aberdeen has changed."Akira saw Nathan glancing at her, his lips tightening just a touch. "Do you miss the way Aberdeen used to be when you were younger?"Akira met his eyes, her own shimmering with a playful light. "I do, in a way. There's a charm to what once was, don't you think?"Nathan grinned, but it lacked warmth. "Charm isn't the word I'd use. The past had its own issues, too many for me to put any nostalgia on it. Outside of a few bits like yourself."Akira laughed softly, her breath visible in the night air. "You were always quick to puncture my rose-colored views. But post-war, things are shifting, at least. With the right conversations, I feel like i am making an actual impact here."As they turned a corner, they passed a wall marred by hateful graffiti, likely aimed at the club's community with the most vulgar language that no doubt some sad miserable teen could think of. “At least bigots are still honest about hating us, it's the silence of supposed allies that is the real enemy.” Nathan's posture stiffened. "Malicious by choice is so much easier to deal with than ignorance or fake affection is."Akira's smile lost its brilliance, her eyes meeting his. "True. But look at us—stronger, more unified. We've also learned to cherish what we have now, haven't we?"Nathan nodded, but his eyes remained on the graffiti a moment longer, a grim reminder that some battles were ongoing, no matter the gains Akira knew, but ones they were winning.They fell silent for a moment, their shared memories lingering between them. It was as if the city itself was listening to their conversation, the stones under their feet resonating with their words.Then the sound of their stomachs growling breaking the poignant silence. Aki and Nat shooting sheepish looks at each other."Right, lets go have ourselves the best meal" Nat said.“Yes, lets go have that meal.”Akira, filled with new-found resolve and her spirit lifted by the shared promises, confidently took the lead. She grasped Nathan's hand with the conviction that she knew the way to the recommended restaurant where James and Maya were waiting at the booked table.----
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Tribute to Lord of the RingsYear 3441, the Second Age, War of the Last Alliance The Black Tower of Barad-Dûr stabbed the stormy skyline of Morder and towered over the army that besieged it for seven long years. The blight of the evil place rose taller than any siege engine could assault, and its spires resisted beyond the reach of even the greatest of works of elves and men. Missiles rain down on the sieging host of the High Elves of Lindon, Men of Númenor, and all the Free Peoples of Middle Earth with the courage to stand with them. The Great Alliance’s polished blades shone brightly and their banners resplendent before they entered the Dark Land of ash and death. Now, the army of the Free Peoples found their faces soaked in blood, sweat, and tears in this struggle. For seven long years, they've suffered in the barren land. The very air noxious, and deep within the barren lands of North Mordor made resupply or reinforcement an impossibility. This was truly the terror of assaulting Mordor, once an army passed into that land, there was no escape. However, the Lords of the Alliance kept their men’s spirits up showing no fear in the face of the monumental evil of the Black Land. Gil Galad, High King of the Noldor Elves and in command of the Alliance armies, saw them organized by lands. Elrond of Rivendell, Herald of Gil Galad, organized his Elves of Imladris as did Círdan the famed Shipwright who did the same with the Elves of The Grey Havens. They had lost the Silvan Elves of the Woodland Realm in the battles in the marshes around Mordor because the intrepid Elves charged without orders or help from the main body. With half their number claimed by the swamps, Prince Thranduil took the reins and led his people back to the Great Forest to claim Kingship. There they could fight evil invaders and maybe hold out to the bitter end. The Men of Númenor marshaled under the High King Elendil with the King himself in command of the contingent of Arnor while his son Isildur commanded the forces of Gondor. Sadly, Elendil’s youngest son Anárion was slain in the siege and his void in command was felt. For a decade, Anárion held his own against the hordes of Mordor in Minas Tirith for decades as Isildur warned Elendil and Elves of Sauron’s new and final assault on the Free Peoples with his fully marshaled strength after hundreds of years of preparation. A small force of dwarves of Kazad-Dum with arms of steel and armor of mithril fought for redemption. The dwarves closed their gates to their friends, the Elves of Eriador led by the great smith and King Celebrimbor. Sauron deceived all in a fair form, Annatar the Lord of Gifts, and taught the Elves of Eriador ringcraft over the course of hundreds of years until the smiths mastered the art of forging the Great Rings. The Elves forged the rings under Sauron's evil direction so that through these rings he could control the minds of all the Lords of Middle Earth with Seven for the Dwarf Lords and Nine for Mortal Men. The Elves gifted Middle Earth's most powerful kings and lords the rings before Sauron himself forged the One Ring in secret to rule the others. This Ring held both knowledge Sauron kept for himself so only he could master it, and it held much of his power and malice. However, his plot failed as the Elves forged Three Rings independent of Sauron revealed his corruption. They felt his influence from the ruling ring, and removed their own. Furious the Elves exposed his plans, Sauron marched upon them and showed his true nature. Celebrimbor sacrificed himself to save the Three Elven Rings that he forged without Sauron’s knowledge, but the Three were connected to the Master Ring that only Sauron knew how to control. Sauron’s wars with his age-old enemy the Elves went perfectly. Orcs burned the realms of Elves while his corrupting rings kept the other powers of Middle Earth from interfering. All went perfectly to Sauron’s designs until the Men of the Island of Númenor came from over the sea. The Númenoreans remained free from his corruption as an oversight of Sauron’s fixation on the destruction of the Elves. The Númenoreans brought the largest army ever assembled on the Earth since the first age and swept The Dark Lord’s army back to Mordor. With a new enemy, Sauron allowed himself to be captured and guilefully corrupted Númenor from within. The Númenoreans had longer lifespans as a gift from the Valar since they sided with them in the wars against Evil in the First Age. However, Sauron’s corruption had the Númenoreans fear death and sought immortality. They worshiped evil, banned the Elves, and human sacrifices became commonplace. The Númenoreans gathered their mighty fleet and army and sailed West to the land of the Immortal Valar. However, this forbidden act brought doom to their island as the sea swallowed it and this fleet that defied heaven. Only a portion of the population that kept the faith of the true gods survived and sailed to Middle Earth.Sauron survived his corruption of Númenor once it sunk beneath the waves because of his true spiritual nature as a Maia. It cost him precious power to reconstitute himself, but his gamble paid off. All of the Dark Lord’s enemies were laid low and the Rings of Power corrupted the Nine Kings of Men to Sauron’s thrall and the Seven Dwarf-lords blinded by greed, Sauron sought to crush all beneath his legions. None would escape the Dark Lord’s foul reach, and any hope of free will would be crushed by his fist. The Lands of Shadow already lived up to their names cloaking the land in darkness.It was in this darkest hour that the remaining enemies of Mordor mustered one last army to resist him. Not every free man engaged in the battle against Mordor. For those who did not march and play songs or beat drums, the Free People’s raised their horses and saddles and the nails for the horse’s shoes. They forged their blades and armor, and they made the rations for the Alliance army. Yet still, there are many who carry on and hold down the kingdom’s business while they send their prayers for the warriors who laid their lives on the line against overwhelming, unfeeling, and unreasoning Evil. The courage and hopes of all Free Peoples marched with the Alliance against the Black Land and the doom it offered. This Alliance, despite being cobbled together from disparate lands, checked Sauron’s army and beat it back into Mordor. Many Orcs threw down their weapons and ran from the oncoming force so mighty that Sauron used scorched Earth tactics to slow its march. The Alliance’s struggles multiplied the further they marched. The attrition brutalized them. The sun never rose as Mount Doom blotted it out for the endless tide of Orcs kept the defense fierce, fearful of the wrath of their master. All things under The Dark Lord’s sway answered his call. The Men of the South and East whom Sauron brought under his shadow, tutored them in evil knowledge and presented himself to them as a living God. Sauron preyed upon these Men's hatred of the realm of Gondor and threw themselves against the Men of the West. Despite this, the Alliance of Elves and Men refused to break. They knew that the battle here decided the fate of all of Middle Earth. All through this they had to contend with the whispers of death and despair from the Dark Lord Sauron himself, the fallen Maia sat upon his Dark Throne secure from all harm. Patience and fear remained his most powerful weapons. A vortex of malice lay upon Sauron’s finger, the One Ring emblazoned with foul letters that burned like fire in the Black Speech of Mordor: One ring to rule them all, One ring to find them; One ring to bring them all, And in the darkness bind them.Despite the strength and skill of Sauron’s enemies, all powers diminished against the Dark Lord's own. While the One Ring rested upon Sauron’s hand, no other rings could be used against him. One by one, thoughts of despair filled the mighty warriors that opposed Sauron. Perhaps the might of the Valar forsook them. Tragedy after tragedy hit the Free Peoples. Years of endless war piled up the dead bodies that the vultures fed upon. The beleaguered forces fought on despite the pains and miseries that mounted daily.Finally, after seven long years of siege, the gates of Barad-Dûr opened. Out poured the last hosts of Mordor. The fiercest and most vile of foul Orcs and stouter Uruks issued like a river towards the defenders in numbers uncountable. As if signaled by this, bands of Orcs and evil things were marshaled around as if Mordor itself came alive to surround the invaders. The Alliance’s warriors of the rear guards fought so that the main host could break the siege and organized into battle formations. It was clear to the Lords of the West that this was no mere sally from the enemy to harass them. This was the last desperate struggle for the future of Middle Earth. While the Orcs were vile and fought with a frenzy to serve the Dark Powers, the forces of Alliance, tired and spent from the years of siege, formed into tight formations of steel at the slopes of Mount Doom. The Alliance’s doom was decided as their forces were cut off from escape. For hours, the weary Free People struggled against wave after wave. The swords of the Elves glowed blue as they hewed the heads off the Orcs, and their bows sang as they pierced all of the armor of Mordor warriors. Any Dwarves present relished in the fight as they reaped the Orcs with their axes and counted their kills to the battle cry "Baruk Khazâd!" and "Khazâd ai-mênu!"The chorus of battle for the Men were not far behind as Elendil the Tall, seven feet in height, stood even above the Elves with his mighty broadsword Narsil. High King Gil Galad refused to be outdone as his spear skewered many foes. The Two High Kings fought together, and they joined the fray with their men to keep their valor strong. Elrond and Islidur fought not too far off and kept the lines firm as more and more of their kin fell through the sharp melee, the forces of the Alliance held firm against the Darkness. Elves and Men fell through the sheer weight of Mordor’s forces, but as the tide of death ebbed and flowed the Forces of the West held firm against the desperate slaves of Sauron.However, just as the weary Alliance warriors felt victory at hand, the darkness grew around them as Mt. Doom erupted. The shadow over the Free Folk deepened as if swallowed by an abyss. A fell wind blew against the flames of valor which strained their resolve. The battle lines grew still as blood chilled within veins as thunderous footsteps matches the rumbles of the volcano. Clad from head to toe in black armor that matched his evil tower, the sea of Orcs parted to let Sauron the Abhorred through their hordes to the lines of the Alliance. In one hand, Sauron held a mace half as large as a man and wielded it with ease as if it were made of air. A keen eye could perceive in Sauron’s other hand the simple gold band that glowed like the fire that matched the fire of Mount Doom. It was the One Ring that radiated a power that even those in the rear lines felt its crushing evil.Sauron no longer had the power to take a fair form, so he was only left with cold and evil that reflected his true self. All good intentions that might have motivated Sauron in his past was stripped bare. All-consuming darkness swirled around him and to look upon him was to stare into an abyss with no end, their mind filled with visions of their agonizing deaths and their homelands burning, all perishing who defy the King of the Earth! Any who laid eyes on the Dark Lord felt paralyzed with the deepest of fears. Sauron was beyond the strength of those arrayed against him. They stood no chance of besting him, and he would crash against them like a hurricane. The Dark Lord needed no aid. His mere presence caused his opposition to waver.Sauron swung his mace and hit with the force of a catapult. Shields, swords, and bones shattered when struck which guaranteed an agonizing death. If an Alliance soldier managed to fire an arrow from a quivering bow, it either broke upon Sauron’s armor or the Dark Lord held up his hand so the arrow burst into flame before it even reached him. Such minor annoyances were no match for a being of Sauron’s might. Any who were able to muster their wits and courage and stood against Sauron were crushed by his mace. Any who stood frozen in fear met a similar fate. The courage of all fell in that moment as the lines of the formerly valorous army of the Alliance of the Free Peoples began to break in the face of the Dark Lord’s unparalleled power. Only High King Gil-Galad stood his ground amongst the Elves before the monster that crumbled his lines. Gil-Galad stood against the greatest enemy of the Elves in Middle Earth despite the fact that he had no prayer of victory in a duel against Sauron. Maybe Gil-Galad summoned the courage that drove his predecessor, the Elven High King Fingolfin in his suicidal battle against the original Dark Lord Morgoth. Regardless, Gil-Galad stood with a stone resolution against an enemy who shattered an entire army single-handedly. The Dark Lord said nothing when they stood to challenge him for nothing needed to be said. Perhaps Sauron felt amused by this challenge. Certainly, he carried more risk than his master had. Fingolfin was a mere elf defying the greatest of the Valar and the First Dark lord Morgoth. However, Fingolfin wounded Morgoth severely enough that it rendered the Immortal Morgoth forever with a limp. This duel would be different. Despite Sauron's relative vulnerability because he tied so much of his might into his One Ring, the Dark Lord had little to fear from this opponent. Gil-Galad thrust his spear with faith or foolishness at the imposing figure over him. Sauron deflected this thrust with a flick of his mace, and then he brought it down to bear on Gil-Galad. The High King leaped back to avoid the strike, and the nimble Elf King now saw in this instance a moment to strike. He gathered all of his strength and served forward thrusting his spear into the slightest gap in Sauron’s armor. Sauron stumbled back as Gil-Galad struck true as his spear embedded into Sauron. Furious at the blow, Sauron reached out his hand, grasped Gil-Galad by the neck, and lifted him into the air. The heat of Sauron’s hand was so great that it immolated Gil-Galad in seconds as the King’s body was burnt to cinders. That brought Elendil back to his senses as he watched in horror his comrade in arms that he had counseled with, ate with, and bonded with slain before his very eyes. Spurned by fury that overcome fear, Elendil brought his sword to bare against the Dark Lord, now exposed from his focus on the slain Elf King. Elendil stabbed Narsil through the void where Sauron’s heart would have been if the monster had one and the blade ran the Dark Lord through! Sauron staggered back and dropped the corpse of Gil-Galad. However, as a last breath of spite, the Dark Lord raised his mace high, and then he brought it down onto the crown of the High King of Men, the greatest of that foolish race that dared to defy his will. It shattered his crown and his skull with a single blow, and Narsil was split in two as Elendil fell. With both Kings slain, Sauron rose wounded but defiant. No one remained on the field with a hope to resist his might. Mortal wounds meant nothing to him. Prince Isildur must be beneath his notice like a bear overlooks the rat in its cave. The distraught warrior had survived the fall of Númenor and endured all these brutal wars. Isildur held his father’s head, distraught at the death of his father and brother.The triumphant Sauron finally saw this insect beneath him, and he sought a most humiliating end to the line of kings he hated so much. He reached out with his hand that burnt the mighty Gil-Galad with a touch. Isildur reached for his father’s blade, the broken Narsil, and aimed for the bright target of Sauron’s ring finger that guided the swift cut. To the shock of all, Sauron’s fingers flew into the air severed from his hand. There was a great cry as if a banshee screamed in the night, and the form of Sauron faded to ash, like the charcoal left from a blazing furnace. With their lord slain, the host of Evil wailed and fled. They now had nothing to rally them with their Master gone and fear in their hearts.Sauron was the Master of Middle Earth for over Two Thousand years. Entire kingdoms and civilizations have been wiped out under his boot. Now, Sauron was defeated, the battered Alliance who defeated Mordor could march home with a dream of peace. A New Age dawned on Middle Earth. However, the victorious Alliance sang no song. The grim work began to gather the wounded to treat them or ease their suffering and to collect the dead. Solemn figures of the Lords that remained took council. The Elves advised that now that evil was scattered to the winds, there would never be a better time to destroy it utterly. Lord Elrond of Rivendell was chief amongst them. He stood defiant against Sauron for hundreds of years. Furthermore, Elrond and his people shielded Isildur’s family in Rivendell as the armies marched to this final victory.Neither Elrond nor any other Elves had a claim to Gil-Galad’s crown as the High King of the Elves. None remained who could command Isildur, now raised to High King of Men with his father's death. He remained the highest rank on the battlefield and the one with the Ruling Ring in his hand. He alone governed its fate. The Champion of Men stood with a heavy heart at his loss, but proud that it was he who ended their enemy. His brother and father lay slain on the field, and out of his own victory, that which was most precious to the Enemy rested in his hand. Isildur claimed the ring as a Weregild, and recompense for the deaths of his father and brother, despite the Council’s words to destroy it. As the Ruler of Gondor and Arnor later recollected when he wrote his accounts of the battle, he recalled: “It has come to me, the One Ring. It shall be an heirloom of my Kingdom. All those who follow in my bloodline shall be bound to its fate, for I shall risk no hurt to the Ring. It is precious to me.”
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Dark Pantheon Lore Talk: MagicSo to get started by writing story I wanted to explain how this world works and help explain things that might not be explore in till much later in story. I have done this before and helped me write so much I though I can start this habit again not to just explain the story but to practice my writing so when I truly start writing Chapter One I have a blue print of how story might be going but without spoiling story to much. Not to mention you can give some pointers or ideas of your own to help make this story and universe even better. I think the best way to get started is the Magic of this world and how people can use it. So to explain magic without making things to complicated is to give it a human understanding. Magic is natural energy that can do miraculous things. Think magic is like crude oil and radiation at the same time. This energy lies dormant on earth. In fact trees, plants, lava, ocean, and wind have some magical probertites. However, this is extremely weak version of it and if you were to try to use this way of magic like to absorb wind would not give a strong spell. There are magical areas on earth where magic is at there strongest. This is where religious figures go to or cults tend to go. The best way to conjure this magic is to get to the source and there are a number of ways to do this but be wary there are consequence to use magic. Sorcerers and Gods: So the best and quick way to use magic is if you are born with the gift. Through your birth your family are descendent from gods, sorcerers, magical creatures, or made a ancient pack. Though this you can natural channel magic through you natural. With a simple thought or action you can cast magic in the style your family is used to. For example if you were born from those who use fire magic with ease then you can do this but it would be extremely hard to cast lighting or water type spells. There is one side effect those who can do this style of magic. As you channel magic through your body you will go through some magical mutation. For another example: if you are born to use magic fire your body could either be red as fire, your body could be extremely hot to others but not to you so no clothes will work, or you could have red hair and eyes. This does not effect the person negatively if you are a sorcerers, god, or demi god. But you will stand out in a crowed. There are spells and tricks to hide these features so the rest of world does not freak out but this is only temporary. Some mutation can give you dog ears and tail. It only depends on who your family is born on. Wizards and Witches: So these individuals are normal humans or animals that have study all there life to cast spells. Unlike Sorcerers these individuals cant channel magic though there bodies with ease. They would die from the energy of raw magic or mutate into a horrible monster or demon. In fact most monsters are those who tried to channel magic like sorcerers and end it up become something worse. So to escape this fate wizards and witches study all forms of magic in tomes, scrolls, books, and many more. This kind of practices takes many years to study and research to do so there is a reason why powerful wizards and witches look old. To channel magic they use magical artifacts to help not get sick with magic radiation poison. Some of these artifacts are magic swords, staff, book, crystal ball, and many more. So the down side is they can't cast powerful magical abilities like sorcerers do but wizards and witches are free to cast whatever spell they want with out restriction but it wont be as strong or creative as the sorcerers and gods can do. Normal: Humans and animals can cast magic but if they do and without proper training or birth right they will either end up dead or turn into a horrible monster/thing. Most monsters you read or hear about are poor individuals who end up going to deep in the magic well. The reason who people keep risking there life's to use magic is power and addiction. Magic can be very addicting to those who are not trained how to uses it and if you take it away from them they will go berserk killing anyone who stands in there way to getting a fix. This is where there is a magical mobsters and gangs come in. The can hook you up with magic rocks, illegals scrolls, and magical artifacts made by gangs. This is a big problem that needs to be fixed before its to late....
Phoenix Rising Working Title UpdateThis is a kind of an update to the story, so people won’t be so confused on how this world and its people are.Humans and Cults:So, to begin quickly, the prolog takes place around our time when humanity starts discovering new ways to survive by creating homes underground due to overpopulation. By accident or fate humanity accidentally released ancient parasite turn most humans into ravaging ghouls wanting to consume humans. This caused humanity to almost go instinct until humanity decided to leave earth by using spaceships to leave earth forever. Many humans but some choice to stay wanting to fight for their home. As those humans were seeking a better life some began to turn more into the dark times, starting cults and new faiths to survive. One cult that started to grow more were the children of the sun. One of the older members saw a vision where the ghouls would become more powerful, and they needed to awaken the sun emperor. These cults started to force people to believe in the faith while be on the ships of not they would torture them. The humans who still have common sense decide to fight a fight with this cult not knowing they were about to run through a worm hole. As the cults and normal people were pushing each other off into different ships the worm hole sucks them all into another location. Through the worm hole their bodies began to show unique abilities like controlling shadows or light. After these events those humans who control light were high ranking members of the cult of light while those control shadows were shadow witches to the cult.Humans or Normal: these are normal humans like you and me.Children of the Sun or Light bulbs: These humans are warped by the teaches of the Sun king who is an eldritch being. They have abilities to blind people with unholy light and have other abilities such as mind control or unnatural abilities. Their weakness is not being in sunlight, vampire blood, and blessing magic form a god vampire or shadow witches. Chosen: these cult members are blessed with blood from their entity. When consumed they are turned into unnatural creatures like Oni, angles, fey like creatures, and many more. Only a lord or God vampire have any hope to defeat them.Sun King, Sun Eater, Eldritch Abomination: This ancient evil entity has been pretended to be a beautiful god to trick anyone to letting him be free to consume all in his light.Night witches or hags: These humans are blessed by the night queen to fight against her mortal enemy the Sun Eater. Some humans are blessed by her to control night and shadow. Same weakness as cult but cannot be super close to the light of the cult. Night demon: if in danger and magic cannot help, they can look like hulking monsters but it’s only for show. Only night warriors can fight in this form. Night demons can run through walls like nothing and can quickly takeover battle.Shadow Queen: UnknownGhouls, Vampires, and GodsOn earth, a group of human scientists started experimenting on the ghoul and virus and believe they have found a semi cure. However, an incident at lab caused them to be infected by virus. When the cure enters their infected bodies, they begin a painful transformation into a vampire. Unlike ghouls they maintain their humanity but needed to consume human or animal blood. The ghouls started to slowly regain themselves and became a vampire or vampire like. Unlike older vampire lore these creatures were not undead nor had the same weakness except sun. They could not be in direct sunlight thou it would not have killed them it would cause much damage to their bodies. The only real changes in them where their eyes were narrow like a cat, sharp fingernails, and sharp canine teeth. They still need to consume human or animal blood. They also could stronger able to lift more and live longer lives. Some of these vampires could turn into a half human and animals called demis, however there are those that can turn into God beast basically mythical monsters like Phoenix, krakens, or a giant bear. These beings began being worship by vampires and humans as gods. These beings decide to leave earth due to them having fights with another vampire. So, they created spaces ships of their own and decided to leave humans and vampires to rule earth until they came back. these god beasts and their followers flew to each corner of the galaxy and started to conquer other planets and started to grow in population, families, and army.The Hierarchy of New Humans or Vampire/mutantsDemis: these are your typical vampires with only some advantages of a normal human such as strength, speed, and night vision. There weakness is not drinking enough blood, sunlight, cult God Blood, and special weapons. Some demis can gain blessing from the god vampire and gain magic or unique traits like flying or swim incredible speeds.Lords: These higher rank vampires have all the same abilities and weakness but with one exception. These vampires can turn into a half vampire half animal gaining a unique ability. For example, a Lord vampire will bull powers can turn into a minitour like lord with far more powerful strength and durability than a demi. Some lords can be blessed by God vampires and can gain magic or upgrades from their patron. God: These vampires have a unique ability to transform into a lord but can turn into a Mythical creature such as dragons, phoenix, and sea serpents. The have the same abilities and weaknesses like other vampires but are extremely hard to kill due to them using magic. They can also be for example: a God vampire with phoenix can control fire and wind. They can turn their battlefield into what suits them in a fight. They can stow blessings to any vampire that swears loyalty to their dynasty. If a God vampire marries and has kids their God gene will be past down to the next generation. This is why most vampires want to marry or be in good graces with God vampire. Main characters:Eclipse: human male young adult a member of the shadow witches who cannot control and shadows due to being tortured by his father who is a priest of the cult. His dream is to become a spaceship pilot to travel along the stars while protecting his family. He, his family, and many survivors crashed landed on a planet to escape his father’s wrath and start a new life.Ravia the Phoenix Princess: This princes and family is Egyptian based empire. Her father is a god beast who can turn demi and God beast. While she is a vampire, she sees both humans and vampires as people and warriors. Her family wants her to marry to complete bloodline, but she only marries to a powerful warrior but sadly no one has one this title. Her powers are to control dark fire, flight with wings, strength, sharp talons, and feathers along with being a warrior trained and vampire. Two main plants:Egyptian: This planet is like a cyber punk style planet but instead of city like in game its more Egyptian like, sense their planet is a lot far away from sun its usually not a ton of light. There is a underground city where shady things go down. Eclipse planet: Think classic haunted forest like planet. Foggy and gloomy and the town is basically a gothic style like paradise. So there is a ton of other stuff I’m not mentioning yet because I don’t know if you all will like this idea but i though if i share my rough draft look and if you all are interested I like to post more ideas and story, I don’t have a general idea of two plants name or title and if you have a better idea of names please share in the comments. If you don’t like the story that’s ok, I’m glad to have share my awesome idea with you all.
Clan Of the Silver King WereHotel LoreSilver Wolf Clans in WereHotelWritten By: Tinker Hellsing Clan of the Silver King: these werewolves were created by a curse inflicted by jealous prince. After journaling from the lands of the east to the mysterious Fey Wilds the Silver King discovered races of elves and humans infected with the similar curse but learned how to control it. With time practice of martial arts and ancient techniques he achieved balance. As this was achieved the goddess of forest elf kind and queen of fairy’s was impressed with his achieved As a gift they granted him a powerful change that no longer have the form of a monster but of a warrior. Teaching this new way of living the Were creatures became more fey and powerful but I control within themselves. After a great battle with the Demon Wolf King. The Silver King decided to bring his human subjects and clan to the fey wilds so they could escape the Demons Wolf cult and trouble humanity no longer. The Clan contains humans mostly Celtic and Asian, Wood elves, Shifter/were creatures, fairy’s, goblins, trolls, magic users druids, witches, wizards, pixies, hippogriffs, fairy dragons, and other creatures who gave up there loyalty to the Demon King. The forces that help keep the fey wilds in peace from the enemies of the Silver King are his wife and children. i. Silver King guardian of the Fey Wilds and leader of the new age of shifters and were creature. Thanks to the blessing and teachings he has learned the Silver King has taught many were's and shifters a new way of life from them and becoming something more powerful without becoming the monster inside. The Silver King does not reveal his real name due to giving up his old life to be with the woman he loves, making a new family, and leading a new clan to a better future. ii. Skifra Stormheart wife of the Silver King. She is a princess of the Wood Elf's but was cursed into Lycian but thanks to her lover the Silver King she has become something more and even if she was removed due to family many elves stayed with her and now join the Sliver King clan. Her abilities are full magic and being connected to the fey wilds. Skifra teaches young of the danger and beauty of the fey wilds and teaches those who have the gift of either magic or druids into powerful beings of wizards, witches, or druids. She is also in charge of magic users in military. iii. Uira oldest daughter to the Silver King, Her charge and abilities is of water and sea. She is in charge of keeping citizen of all safe and making sure everyone is happy. She makes everyone has food, water, shelter, and jobs. She is also a great at diplomacy with all fey creatures even with hags. iv. Cosmo second oldest son to the Silver King. His charge and abilities is Wind and air. He is in charge of Rouges and spies to gather information. He is also in charge of Airforce and Bow Rangers v. Flora third oldest to the Silver King. She is charge of the forest and plants. She is in charge of training new warriors and showing how to fight powerful full beings. She is also in charge of catching criminals and putting in prison. Unlike her other sibling she doesn’t mind working with any creature willing to fight by her side wither they be goblin, elf, human, or troll. vi. Winnie the youngest child to the Silver King. Her ability is the Fire and Laval. She is in charge of creating new lands with help from her siblings. She is also used as a force of destruction if a powerful to destroy monsters and demons if she has a tantrum. She does not have any charges due to age but loves to be with Flora even if Flora doesn’t enjoy it.
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When Gemstones Chime“All the timesA gemstone chimesA kobold gets its wings!”Marzanna the Devastator woke alone in her great, gold-filled lair beneath her towering mountain in the center of her barren lands, with a hunger she did not recognize. Raising her head from the arum mass of coins, she inventoried her tremendous collection as it spilled from her massive, horned skull. The accumulation of almost a thousand years, her hoard covered the cavern’s floor, filling the smaller chambers and spilling into her personal apartment where it was deepest.It had been long since the red dragon had felt any kind of hunger at all. A grand wyrm of her power and size consumed mana from the earth itself and when she did eat, almost nothing went to waste. She needed no one and nothing - save the earth itself. Thanks to her great flames and powerful magic, nothing grew or lived for hundreds of miles around her barren mountains. No living thing had any reason to traverse those lands; all its mana fed only her, and she took what she wanted when she wanted it, as she had always done.Grasping a large pawful of gold with her mind, she reshaped it into an effigy of herself. The form emulated her great, gilt red wings of astounding proportions, spiked head, back, and prodigious tail, each ending with needle-like piercing points. It displayed tremendously sharp talons on powerful legs, teeth, and bladed tail able to tear through rock and steel itself as easily as a hot knife could pass through warmed butter. Pulling two flawless emeralds from a pile in another corner, she fashioned them into piercing, slit orbs and placed them for her eyes over the fierce, long snout with thin nostrils near the tip, razor fins and honed horns jutting from each side. Solid, overlapping, and impenetrable scales covered her muscularly defined and barrel-chested body, able to deflect any non-magical blade or point with ease, and most magical items as well.Reviewing her work with little satisfaction, she suspended it in the air, rotating the golden sculpture one way then another. She was a magnificent specimen in all senses of the word, known for her magical prowess and strength when she had roamed the earth in search of her treasure. Like any dragon, what she saw was hers to do with as she pleased, and in her mind, she was above all others.But nothing pleased her anymore, and she tossed the beautiful and accurate statue into a corner already littered with other great works of art. That lack of appreciation, that ennui, that was her new hunger, and she pondered how to fill the void. Could it be filled? Perhaps this was what it all came down to. Power and riches beyond most beings’ comprehension and none of it meant anything. Was this what the powerful wyrms of old succumbed to, when no one would even attempt to slay them?* * *In the heavens above, three other-worldly beings came together for a hastily arranged meeting. “Random! Is that you?” came a deep-sounding voice.“Yes, yes, Reckon. When duty calls…” the younger sounding Random had an edge to their voice. “Glad the two of you could make it. We have a dire situation to attend to.”“Another rescue of yours?” asked the third, a more feminine-sounding voice. “I only reviewed the recent reports. Do you really think it’s possible with this one?”“Benefit of the doubt, Qualm, remember? We must try.” Random was committed as always. “And it is Christmas Eve.”“Fine,” said Reckon. “If you’ve done the research, I’m in. Who do we have in the field there?”“Uh, only one. But I hate to put it on him.” Qualm hesitated.“Well, if we only have one, call him in!” Random had no time for debate.A pale grey kobold appeared in a spotlight, facing the wrong way. He was dressed in a bright red outfit with white trim.“Is that?” Reckon trailed off in a deflated manner.The kobold turned around to face them and waved. “Hi! Remember me? It’s Cliff! I can’t tell you how much I am looking forward to this opportunity, your excellencies!” The red suit and white furred cuff caught his notice as he waved. “Why am I dressed up like an elf on a shelf?”Reckon gave a sigh.Random however, was not giving up. “Cliff, yes. We remember you.”“Who could forget the noodle incident?” grumbled Reckon.“I am really, truly sorry about that. But I did fix it as best I could, your excellencies!” Cliff held out his scaley, skinny arms in the red sleeves, a genuine petulant look on his face.“Cliff, this is a very critical assignment, more important than you can imagine.” Random sounded even more serious than before. “There is a dragoness who may be ending their time earlier than they should, one who may seal the fate of all the other dragons in her world. We need you to go in and save her from herself.”Cliff’s face fell. “Save… a dragon…” He looked back up to the three twinkling lights in the void above him. “Uh, can you fill me in on what she’s going through?”“Didn’t anyone…” Random started. While not having any visible features, it could be felt that they were looking at the other two with disappointment. “Cliff, you need to understand that Marzanna the Devastator has had a long and trouble-filled life.”“Marzanna the Devastator…” Cliff said quietly. “That kind of sounds like a red dragon’s name. But of course, she wouldn’t be a red dragon. Right?”“She is a red dragon, Cliff. You know we don’t hold to the chromatic designations.”“Oh. Of course.” Cliff had his doubts. “But the title is a little confusing if she’s not all bad…”“Here,” said Random. “Just see some of what she’s gone through in her life.”* * *A crack appeared in the first egg of the clutch; a tip of the hatchling’s egg-tooth barely visible.“Is it…? Is this our first? This is the one who will carry on our legacy of dominance and destruction?” growled the deep voice of a large red dragon standing over his mate.“Of course she is!” came the rasping response in the cold cavern. “Did you think I would permit anything less?”“Hrmmm.” The great tail of the red dragon thumped the rocky floor of the cave, receiving a fierce hiss and wing flap of his dragoness in response to his agitation. The two glared at each other as the tiny hatchling’s tooth retracted and cracked the shell again, breaking it and viewing the world for the first time. Neither witnessed the baby dragon peeking through the hole it had made in its egg. The tiny wrym struggled to force its way out of the shell on its own, then peering up at the two dragons towering above her as the one roared at the other. She flapped her pale red wings in emulation of her mother as the great dragon launched at her sire. The two rocked the cavern in their battle, twisting tails, raking claws, thrusting horns, and biting necks as the tiny dragon dashed out of the way of the scraping talons and flailing bodies. The giant, scaled figures smashed the other eggs before they had a chance to hatch. The hatchling ran to a corner of the cave as the two clashed in their argument. Equal in their abilities and strength, they wore each other out after several hours before the dispute ended. In their exhaustion, they finally remembered the eggs and saw the hungry hatchling approaching them for the first time.“Look,” rasped her mother. “While we fought, she eliminated all her siblings. A hatchling strong enough to arrive during the cold of winter, killing in her first hours. We shall call her Marzanna, bringer of death. She will surely make herself known throughout the land as the devastator, just as she has devastated her brothers and sisters.* * *“That’s not much of a welcome to the world,” said Cliff sadly to the others before turning back to the changing scene in front of him.* * *The young red dragoness swooped ahead of the other dragon, snapping the neck of the large elk that had been his prey and carrying it up into the air.“Hey! Give it back, Marzanna!” said the one with a snarl.“You’re too slow, Grazheel,” she chuckled through her bloody teeth, scaley lips pulled up in a grin as she transferred the catch to her forepaws. She was healthy and robust compared to the thin Grazheel.“You know there’s not another elk for miles,” he pleaded as he flew up alongside her. “You got the only other one last week! I’ll be beaten again if I don’t come back with food today.”“You think it’s any different at my cave?” Marzanna replied, pumping her wings. The elk was heavy but nothing she couldn’t handle. But its weight meant Grazheel could keep up with her.“No. I know. We just haven’t any prey in our mountains. And your parents can feed off the mana of the land. Mine aren’t old enough to do that yet.”“Survival of the fittest, that’s all my parents ever say.” Marzanna looked at the thinner Grazheel. He would be a handsome dragon if he filled out and was far nicer than either of her parents had ever been. “Maybe there’s something over on the southern range,” said Grazheel. “I’ll see you some other time, Marzi.” He turned to head for the southern mountains.“Wait!” Marzanna called, turning to follow him. Grazheel glided back. “What?”“Here, catch!” she tossed the elk to him in the air. He barely managed to keep it from falling to the ground. “What are you doing?” he asked, incredulous that the elk was now in his paws.“You caught it. I’ll go find something in the southern range.”“But I’m not sure there’s anything there to find!”“That’s the chance I take. See you later, Graz.” She swooped under him and headed south.* * *“Well, that’s a good sign,” said Cliff. “So, the two of them went on to make themselves different from their parents?”“No. Grazheel did feed himself and his parents for a change. Marzanna didn’t catch anything else that day and was severely punished by both her sire and her matriarch. Sometime later her parents killed his parents during an expansion of their territory. They then attacked Grazheel, chasing him far from his home and breaking his neck in the air as he had retreated. They dropped him into a large convention of ogres. Marzanna attempted a rescue but didn’t have the power to heal him. He begged her to kill him rather than be torn apart alive by the brutes. She fought the ogres nearly wiping them out before she had to retreat, heeding Garzheel’s plea as she left. The death of Garzheel by her talons was witnessed by another dragon and her reputation as a death-bringer was sealed.“She earned her title of the devastator after that, killing those who attacked her, emptying the mountains of all life to satisfy her parents until she finally killed them both in self-defense. She gained their ability to harvest mana from the earth as they had, learning how to use her magic, and building up her hoard until it overflowed from her cave. She took whatever she fancied from the humans, defeated any who came for her, dragon or otherwise, becoming more powerful with each passing year. On her own, she may have sealed the evil reputation of all dragon kind. Some of it was undeserved, but most of it by her own claw.”“So, you’ve really given me a tough case, even if she’s been misunderstood and developed into what she did not want to become,” concluded Cliff with a nod.“Quite so,” agreed Random. “You have an extremely significant challenge ahead of you. We've issued you the standard powers, plus a ring of transformation, and an elven suit of fire protection. You may have one assist but use it wisely. If you are successful, gemstones will chime.”“Really?” asked Cliff, eyes growing wide. “I can become a dragon myself?”“It will not be easy, I fear,” said Random. “But we need you to try to save her and in doing so provide the other dragons in this world a chance.”Cliff straightened up and gave a salute. “I will do my best!” he said and disappeared.“Do you really think he’ll be able to do it?” asked Qualm.“We can only hope he can bring out the Marzanna that she was supposed to be,” answered Random with a sigh. * * *A faint sound, the slightest displacement of golden coins sliding against each other came from within her private chamber, gaining Marzanna’s immediate focus. She turned instantly towards the source of the disturbance.Standing before her intense gaze in a slight depression of the piles of gold was a pale grey kobold dressed in a bright red outfit with white-furred edges, a matching cap draped over his head that hung to a point behind his horns. Based on the outfit, he could’ve been a transformed elf, but she knew he was a kobold from his horns to his heart.He surveyed the great gallery, taking in the tremendous wealth from centuries of hoarding, from statues and gems to swords and armor, finally resting his eyes on the lady of the chamber herself, just her horned head and a short portion of her long, scaled neck extending from the golden pile. “Marzanna the Devastator, I presume? May I call you Marzi?” The kobold bowed quickly, one arm in front of himself and the other swept out to his side and back behind him. He smiled a happy grin as he raised his twinkling eyes up to her. “My name is Cliff and-”“You may address me with my full and proper title, little snack,” responded Marzanna, licking her lips with her great forked tongue, the tips lingering and momentarily wrapping around her longest left fang. “What has caused you to invade my inner chamber, far from your rightful hole in the ground thousands of leagues from here? I have not collected tribute in eons but will accept your life for your intrusion on my slumber.”“Ah, I see. This is the challenge,” said the little kobold with a grin, eyes still twinkling. “I’ve been sent to save you.” He hopped up from the golden depression to the top of a small mound of coins nearby, causing a few of them to slide down from it. “This is your lucky day, Marzi, and mine as well, for we have an adventure, you, and me. We’re going to find you a path to a meaningful life! And it is to start right now!”A burst of fire erupted from the great wyrm’s maw, flames obliterating the impudent kobold and melting the pile of gold he stood upon. She drew from his expected mana dissipation, frowning when she felt it not flowing into her as expected. The flames extinguishing, she saw the kobold still standing where he had been, lifting his feet from the solidifying gold to stand next to it.“Oh, dear, you’re going to be one of those,” he said with a sigh. “Do you even know what today is?”“The day a kobold is smashed into a pulp for impudence?” came the response, a great paw lifting from its burial under the mountain of gold, talons stretched out above the red-clad kobold who crouched in fear.At that, a bright light appeared in the cavern’s wall on the side of the kobold. A new opening in the mountain, a great chamber glowing so intensely that he shielded his eyes and she squinted against it. “Come, and be merry!” bellowed a great voice from within the light.“Tone it down, will you?” hollered Cliff, paws in front of his face. “You’re going to be popping fuses with that much power!”The light faded in its brilliance to a more tolerable level, the bright, warm light revealing a chamber not previously part of Marzanna’s vast cavern network. Within it was a humongous copper dragon sitting by an appropriately sized, human-style fireplace decorated with great green garland and fresh, luscious fruits, crystalline goblets the perfect fit for his giant paws, and a coordinated decanter filled with a golden liquid. He wore a wreath of green garland upon his head and a hat matching Cliff’s. Hoisting a goblet filled with the same golden liquid beside a table set with a great feast, he said again, “Come, and be merry!” in melodious low tones fit for such a jolly creature.“What are you doing here?” demanded Marzanna, rising from her bed, gold spilling off her in all directions.“Why a cameo, of course,” said the copper dragon with a grin. He lifted his goblet and took a big swallow. The goblet, nearly emptied, quickly refilled itself. The dragon gave a little wave of his right wing, and a properly sized crystal goblet filled with the same golden liquid appeared in Cliff’s paw. Turning back to Marzanna he said a third time, “Come, and be merry!”“Tell her,” said Cliff, taking a quick sip from his goblet, which also refilled itself. “Tell her about the three ghosts.”“About that, Cliff,” said the copper dragon, turning to the little kobold in red. “The ghost of Christmas Present, now, is all you get, I’m afraid. Budget limitations and all that. You owed quite a lot to recover from that little noodle incident, young fellow.”The kobold’s face fell. “B-b-but!”“Sorry, my friend, this is all in your paws. Don’t worry! I have full confidence in you and in Marzanna!”Cliff shakily took a large drink from his goblet, nearly emptying it. After a moment, it started to refill itself, although not as quickly as it had before.“What are you two talking about?” said Marzanna, taking a step towards the warm chamber that was not supposed to exist in her cave. “Confidence in me for what? I’m not doing anything except giving you both one chance to leave now!”“Ah! Are you not Marzanna, Bringer of Death, Purveyor of the Mountains of Devastation, Queen of Magical Control of the Earth and All Its Powers? The one whose life has held no meaning? I, as the Ghost of Christmas Present, offer you a challenge: One night in the human world as a human yourself, to be rid of me and my ilk forever with the mana that it provides, or we let you head for your sad demise, as you have for the past millennia, which is quickly coming to an end, and permit your hoard to be dispersed by the fiends that surround your mountains.”“Disperse my hoard!? You think you are so grand a wrym that I will allow such a thing?” Marzanna roared, taking another step forward. She found herself stopped where she was.“Do you refuse the challenge?” asked the copper dragon calmly, looking into the drink swirling in his goblet before turning back to her. “Come, and respond in a manner befitting one who considers herself so mighty! I offer you to be rid of us in either case: Refuse the challenge and remember your inability to answer it until your approaching end. Or accept and take what you will from it with the time you are given, along with this chamber, and all that is in it upon your success.”“Clever words,” growled Marzanna, pausing. The chamber did look inviting, the copper dragon’s mana would slake her for a thousand years, and the aroma of the goblet’s liquid did tingle her sensitive sense of smell in a very pleasant and positive way. A life with no meaning? She was a dragon! What more meaning could there be? The challenge would of course be accepted, like every challenge in her life had been. And just as all the other challenges had been answered with her victory, so would this one.Having made her decision, she attempted entry again, stepping into the chamber with no further resistance, feeling the warmth from the fire on her scales, the smell of the beverage and the feast alluring to her senses. Nothing but good emanated from the magic within. While counter to her own primary auras, she could detect not a single source of power that could cause her harm in any of it.The copper dragon in the ridiculous red hat and green garland trim waved a paw to offer her a choice of goblets and the feast among the twinkling warm lights beside the fire. Cliff already held a filled plate and was hungerly devouring what he had loaded upon it.Walking over to the feast she sat on her haunches and picked up a brimming goblet and gave it a sniff, inhaling its pleasant odor while filling a plate with her telekinetic powers. Taking a delicate sip, her eyes opened wide at the exquisite taste, detecting nothing injurious in it at all.“There. Now that thou art calm, what sayest thou for the challenge?” The copper dragon lifted his own goblet and snagged a beautiful apple from the table, tossing it up and in his mouth.“What do you get from this challenge?” asked the powerful dragoness, raising a sandwich perfect for her size from her plate in the air to her maw with the barest thought from her mind, eyes narrowing as she eyed the grand wyrm before her.“Get? This is a gift. You clearly don’t understand. You do know your reputation and that of dragons in general amongst the human world?”“One of fear and submission, as is proper,” replied Marzanna curtly.“There is another faction, a population of humans who wish for dragons to be friends, not just an evil to be conquered.” The copper dragon gave a knowing look over the rim of his goblet.“What dragon wishes to be friends with a human? Better to gather hoard and power and if dealing with them at all, to be remembered in song and story as the one who could only be vanquished through a glorious battle with thousands slain in the process.” Marzanna finished her plate and took a large drink from her goblet, watching it refill itself afterward. “An interestingly sweet following,” she concluded, concentrating on the drink.“It has been referred to as the milk of human kindness. It may run low, but never runs out,” said the copper dragon with a smile. “I think you may find remembrance for something other than a fierce battle can top such an end and even in life itself.”“You are a fool, but I accept your challenge if only to get you and this miserably ludicrous kobold out of my lair forever,” said Marzanna, lifting her goblet to him.“Very good!” the copper dragon moved his drink over to hers and they clinked the glasses together, then emptied them in a single toss down their respective throats.* * *Marzanna looked see if her goblet again refilled, but instead it disappeared as she found herself in darkness. Her eyes quickly adjusted as she took in the smell of humanity and other, more unpleasant odors in the cold, evening air. Cliff stood next to her on the narrow, paved street between brick buildings with no windows but some very plain, human-sized doors. Rubbish and recycling bins were next to most of the doors in the dark alley.“I recommend blending in as a human. A great dragon as yourself will attract unwanted attention. I can assure you that the humans here have powerful weapons that can pierce the toughest of dragon scales.” The kobold raised his right paw over his head and flipped it back and forth rapidly. A ring slid from his finger and quickly grew into a hoop that he held up in the one hand. His paw seemed to have partly changed: where his talons passed through the large hoop, human fingers appeared on the other side. He allowed the ring to slip slowly in his paw-hand, dropping from its vertical position so it turned horizontal as he held it over his head. Raising his other arm, it passed through the hoop. What had been a clawed paw became a human hand and red-sleeved arm as he slowly lowered the hoop straight down past his head. That also changed in appearance from a kobold to a human youth as it passed down over him. With blond hair and dark eyes, his clothing remaining as it had been before but fitting his new form just as well. He continued lowering it down and transferred the hoop from the one partial paw to the now-changed hand to complete his transition. Stepping out of the hoop, it vanished on the ground. “Hmmm,” he said, looking at the pavement where it had been.“Hmph,” responded Marzanna, having no need of such implements. She gave a wave of her wing and began to shrink. Spines, horns, tail, and wings retracted quickly as her scales changed to skin, hair evolving where her horns and fins had framed her head as she melded from draconic to human form. Some scales became a modest dress to her much smaller human body, which emulated the proportions of a Greek statue, not on the thin side at all, but not what most would consider as fat in the modern world.“That dress might be a little light for the weather here,” noted Cliff.Marzanna took in a breath. The air was cold, probably more so than it was up on her own mountain ranges. But it had been so long since she took on the form of a human, she had forgotten how sensitive the creatures were to the elements. Usually, she retained her innate dragon resistance to any temperature extreme. This was not normal. She made to perform adjustments. Appearing as a human was fine, but there was no reason to assume the frailties of such a being. Frowning, she reached for her mana to make the necessary corrections… and felt none. It was then that she noticed that the smells had given way to near non-existence, the visibility and colors of the individual bricks and their respective imperfections had faded to mundane reds and browns. The cold was much more insistent on making itself known to her body as her breath puffed small clouds of condensation, dissipating her heat into the frigid air. “This body feels like it is dying around me,” she thought. “How long do humans last?”“What is this place?” the former dragoness demanded of Cliff, taking a threatening step towards the shorter, former kobold. He took a step back. “I think it’s Pittsburgh. It’s cold here in the winter, maybe even more than normal. But it’s Christmas Eve, you know. Ahh, that’s it. We can’t change back here. Magic here balances out differently. The magic of Christmas must’ve transitioned it when we used it to change.”She grabbed his small shoulders, shaking him. Even as a frail human, she had the strength of the ancient Greek woman the statue she had based her form on. “Christmas Eve? So it’s an issue of time? The one day your big friend was talking about? Spill it!” She stopped shaking the kobold-turned-human. “Spill it? What kind of phrase is that?”“You might get some ancient words out, but you are acclimatizing to the era. No one will know we weren’t always human. Nothing of our former selves remains except our memories. You get to really experience what it is to be human here. I bet you’ve never done that before, huh?” Cliff gave a small smile. He then turned his head down to one side. “Not that I was hoping for this either, but it’s part of the package.” He looked back up to her. “Shall we look for somewhere to get warm as a start?”She shook him once more and pushed him away. “Humans can live in all sorts of climates. I will be fine.”“They usually dress for the weather they’re in,” said Cliff. “They can die from becoming too cold or too hot.”“Alright, smart guy. Where do humans go to get warm or get clothing for this kind of weather?” Marzanna asked, glaring at him as she crossed her arms feeling that it might help hold in her body’s heat.He reached in his pockets, looking for something. “Hmm. No money. Maybe there’s someplace that’s open.”“Great.” She turned from him and walked out of the empty, narrow street, towards more light of a wider one. He followed, jogging a short way trying to catch up.Stepping beyond the alley they had been in she stopped in the street, looking up at the yellow lights bearing down to create glowing pools on the snowy wet pavement. A pickup truck rushed by, blaring its horn and splashing icy slush at her as she spun around. Raising a fist to crush it, she stopped, staring at her bare arm. In this form she could do nothing to affect the strange, smelly, offensive, noise-making creature that continued its way from them. “Careful! You can get yourself killed if one of those hit you,” said Cliff as he caught up to her. Taking her arm, he guided her back to the sidewalk.“Killed? I’m a dragon! Something like that can’t kill me!” She wretched free of his hands and turned to face him.“No, you’re not. You are a human. That’s a truck. It, or a car, can mow you down and barely get a dent from you. Now let’s be more careful and not get in their way. It’s not like they’re going to chase you or attack, but we need to stay out of their way,” he said, shaking his head. “Stay on the sidewalk.”She saw the patch they were standing on between the buildings and the street was raised up from the paved, cracked road and more of the strange creatures were sitting still next to it a short distance away. “Are those asleep?” she asked, nodding towards the line of vehicles parked there as tiny flakes of snow fell gently in the frigid air.“Kind of. They won’t move on their own. Or shouldn’t, anyway.” Looking up and down the street, he faced the cars she had noted. “Come on, we’ll go this way.”* * *A short time later they came to a much busier street, sidewalks full of people despite the falling snow and subzero temperatures. Many were carrying packages and bundles. All were dressed in far warmer clothing than the two of them. A few people gave them glances, some smiled at the red outfit on Cliff, who smiled back. Marzanna was surprised that the cold wasn’t affecting Cliff that much. Kobolds were known for their poor tolerance to wintry weather.The decorations here gained her interest, Christmas lights on the buildings, giant, illuminated snowflakes perched on the street light poles, scenes of Christmas and toys in the windows. Marzanna looked at a short string of colored lights hanging from a store sign. “These are the brightest gemstones I have ever seen. They would look nice against the scales of my neck.” She pulled them off the sign, yanking the plug out of its socket. The lights immediate went out.“What are you doing?” cried Cliff. He tried to take them from her, but she held them up and away.“They lost their glow, but they are still mine.”“No, they’re not,” he said firmly, reaching for them. “You can’t just take something that’s not yours.”“Of course I can. I’m a dragon: Marzanna, Queen of Devastation. Whatever I see can be mine if I want it. Simple as that.” Marzanna argued, keeping them away.“Hey!” came a male voice. The large man from the store hurried out to the two of them. “What are you doing with my lights?”“There’s no light in them and they’re mine now,” said Marzanna with a fading grin. They still had nice colors, as least as much as she could see with the limitation of human eyes.The man was much taller and stronger than her. He grasped her raised arm with his meaty hand, taking the string of lights easily. Marzanna was stunned how effortlessly he had retrieved them. Placing it on the sign where it had been, he plugged them back in. They lit up as before and he adjusted their position on the sign. “I swear, you have to tie everything down these days. Didn’t think anyone would steal a string of Christmas lights.” He turned back to them. “Get out of here before I call the cops.”“Sorry,” said Cliff. “I’m trying to get her to a shelter. I think the cold is affecting her condition.”“I wouldn’t be in this condition if I remained a dragon!” she hissed at him. “This is your fault!”The man stared at her, a strange look upon his face. “You better get her somewhere soon,” he said to Cliff with a nod. “I don’t think cold does that to a normal person.”“It does make her condition worse,” agreed Cliff. “Come on, Marzanna. We need to find a better place for you right now.” He guided her away from the store using both arms, the two of them quickly blending back in with the crowds.They had gone about a block when Marzanna realized she was still letting the kobold guide her along and she yanked her arm from his two.“I don’t need you or your help! I’ll make it through this day on my own.” “Where do you think you’d be if I hadn’t pulled you out of the way of that truck? Or talked that guy down from wanting to have you arrested?” Cliff retorted. “This isn’t the simple world you lived in, able to be self-centered and take whatever you want for yourself.”“That’s the way it’s supposed to be. Anyone who doesn’t like it should’ve been hatched as a dragon.” She started walking away from the crowds, pausing to admire a display of a large, glittering diamond necklace in a jewelry store’s window.Cliff shook his head. “This is going to be even harder than I thought,” he muttered as he ran after her.“They do have some nice decorations here,” said Marzanna to herself. Noticing Cliff was next to her again, she gave him a shove. “Would you get lost? I need to pick up something to add to my collection.”“Oh no!” He reached to guide her away. “They will arrest you if you try to take any of those! Come on, walk away from the tempting window-”She pushed him again, and stalked into the jewelry store.* * *“Welcome to Jeweled Arts! Merry Christmas,” said the clerk. “Is there anything I can help you with?”“I saw the diamonds in the…” Marzanna stared at a colorful array of gemstones behind the counter and pointed to it. “What is that?”The young lady walked to the gems Marzanna was pointing to. “This is a new, one-of-a-kind piece from the gemstone artist, Marseille de Vincent. It features a variety of precisely cut, flawless gemstones of different colors trimmed to allow their brilliance and resonance to come through.” She reached to pick up a bejeweled silver and gold rod the size of a thin conductor’s baton as Cliff came in beside Marzanna.“The cut of the stones allows you to hear their resonance when gently struck,” said the salesclerk. She tapped the decorated metal baton against the suspended arc of gems, producing a lilting tone like delicate wind chimes.“Whoa,” said Cliff. “Somebody succeeded! All the times | A gemstone chimes | A kobold gets its wings!”“That’s cute,” said the clerk. “Kind of like you.” She batted her eyes at him. Cliff smiled and gulped.“I never heard of such a thing,” said Marzana with a sneer. “A kobold getting wings.”“Uh, yeah,” said Cliff, looking at the clerk with a smile. Then he turned to Marzanna. “We have to go now.” He turned back to the clerk. “I’m sorry, but she, uh, we, don’t have any money right now for this. But it’s very beautiful. You really have a wonderful collection of gemstones.” Turning back to Marzanna he said, “They just can’t be part of your collection today.” Smiling again at the clerk, he placed his arms around the stunned Marzanna and guided her out the door. No one had ever treated her this way.And they weren’t going to now. As they reached the sidewalk, Marzanna struck Cliff, knocking him into an icy snowbank. “Listen, you little creep! I don’t want you near me! Go find some hole in the ground to crawl back into while I get through this impossible day!” She turned and huffed off into the crowd. A few paused in their hurried trek to help the red-clad youth out of the snow while others stared at the huffing lady stalking away in a dress that was clearly not sufficient for the cold weather.* * *Shivering, Marzanna walked away from the crowded streets to another alley, trying the doors to get out of the cold. Her hands could barely grasp the doorknobs. Her eyes had a hard time seeing what was in the dark. No wonder humans liked the light so much!“What’s a girl like you doing back here?” came a voice from the shadows. A man dressed in heavy, dark clothing approached her from the dark recess of the alley.“What’s it to you?” Marzanna spat, teeth chattering.“Oooh, a cold girl with some fire! I can get you warm, babe.” The man reached to stroke her hair. She batted his hand away. “What is it with you humans and touching? Back off, creep!”He grabbed her hand and pulled her arm up behind her back, holding her in place with his other hand at her throat. “You will be quiet and come with me.”“You don’t touch a drag-”He choked her to silence, pulling her back to the shadows from where he had come.“Hey!” came a voice from the street. “Let her go!” A heavy-set man with a white beard and red suit like Cliff’s called from the street by the alley.“Leave, Santa!” said the man holding her. “This is none of your business!”The man in the Santa suit entered the alley. “But it is my business. This is Christmas Eve and you are definitely on the naughty list.”“What you gonna do about it, fat man? Not put a candy cane in my stocking?” The man holding her continued to drag her further from the lit street.The Santa gave a piercing whistle. “Last chance, or I turn you over to my friends,” he said.“What are they, a couple of elves? Some reindeer?” the man sneered back.“No. They’re Roscoe and Melinda, the police.”Two officers ran past the Santa into the alley. The man shoved Marzanna towards them as he turned and ran. The Santa knelt to the coughing Marzanna in the dirty snow as the officers pursued the fleeing man.“You’re ok, you’re ok. We’re going to get you somewhere safe and warm.” He gently lifted her to her feet and brought her back to the brighter street. Taking his warm red coat off he placed it over her shoulders and guided her with him.* * *They entered the shelter, Marzanna still wearing the Santa coat and shivering but having recovered from the choke hold.“We’ll get you a better coat after you get some hot food in you,” said the Santa as he steered her to a seat at one of the long tables. “You’re safe here. Will you be alright if I leave you for a minute or two?" Marzanna nodded as someone handed her a hot coffee in a paper cup.She had taken a large swallow before she realized it had burned her tongue and was starting to burn her lips, spilling some of it as she set the cup down on the table too quickly. But she held onto the hot cup, coaxing her hands around it to gain some of its warmth. The man in the Santa-suit-sans-coat returned, carrying two trays with plates of food. He set them on the table and handed her a Christmas napkin as he sat down. “They have turkey today,” he said, wiping her hands gently to remove the coffee. “And they usually make a good meal here anyway. Hope you’re not vegan, they don’t have much for that.” He bowed his head.She shook her head, staring at the glasses on his face. “W-w-what’s wrong with this coat?”Lifting his head from his prayer, he turned to her with a smile. “While you look good in red-”“Of course I look good in red. It’s my natural color.”Edmund stared at her, only for a moment. “O-oookay. I’ve spent a lot of time helping out with the folks who run the shelter here, and I think we can find you a better coat, that’s all. Not that I’m probably going to need that one again for a while. My job ended tonight.” Using the plastic utensils, he cut a piece of the turkey on his plate and took a bite.“What does a coat have to do with a job?” She stared at him as he took another bite.He shook his head as he chewed before swallowing, then said. “Department store Santa? I’ve been told I’m pretty good, but not good enough to be the real Santa Claus.” He held out his hand, “The name’s Edmund. Edmund Gwenn.”She stared at the offered hand. “I don’t know what you are. Not sure what this festival is all about, or why you’re being nice to me. That jerk certainly was looking to get burned. Better not see him when I turn back.” Marzanna focused on her plate as he dropped his hand. The food did smell good. Following his example, she cut a piece of the meat and put it in her mouth. The warmth and taste of the turkey with gravy was far better than she had expected, and she hurriedly stuffed more into her face.“Whoa there,” he said. “You can have more if you want, just take your time.”She stopped, chewed, and swallowed. Then she took more measured mouthfuls. Between bites she said, “This tastes better than anything I’ve ever eaten.”“Miguel is a great cook, that’s for sure,” came the response. “He’s had a rough time of it, but the man could be an executive chef in any Michelin rated restaurant, if given the chance.”Marzanna said nothing, finishing the tasty if unrecognized food on her plate and drinking her cooling coffee that also had an unknown rich, bitter taste which went well with her feelings. As her body recovered its lost heat, she realized the room they were in was large and held many humans of various shapes, sizes, and colors. Almost all were dressed warmly, sitting at tables like theirs, eating from plates of similar food. A few snuck some of it into small containers that they placed inside their heavy clothing. “So is this festival why all of these people are here?” she asked Edmund.He glanced around. “They’re here for the same reason we are. Free food and a safe place to get warm for a while.” He returned his attention to his plate.“Someone had to provide it though, right?” she asked as she looked back at her empty plate.He nodded. “Several someones. A lot of people contribute to this kitchen, myself included, especially at this time of year. They recognize it’s needed, and this is the result: people who need help get fed. Ever do anything like that?”Marzanna sat for a moment. “Yes,” she said in a low voice and a slow nod. “Once.”“Only once?” Edmund inquired gently.“I gave some food, my food, to someone who needed it worse than me. Was beaten within an inch of my life for it. Once was enough.”“I’m sorry for that,” he said quietly. “Were the ones who did that to you counting on that food?”She shook her head. “They didn’t need it and I wasn’t starving. I just needed to learn my lesson. Survival goes to the fittest, the ones who are strongest. I was stronger but gave away what I had.”“Giving is not a bad thing. The lesson received was wrong. No one should get a beating for doing something like that. I’m sorry it happened.” He tentatively placed his hand on her arm.“The lesson was right. I survived battles worse than that later because I was the strongest. The one I gave the food to, he didn’t survive. Even with me defending him… he didn’t survive.” She looked down at her empty plate and cup again.“I'm sorry. Didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.”“Marzanna!” Cliff called from the door, heading in their direction. “I’ve been looking all over for you!” Edmund removed his hand from her arm as the youth approached.She gave the former kobold a stare. “What do you want?”“I figured out what’s going on here.” He leaned close and whispered in her ear. “Why your magic and my ring disappeared.” Standing up, he continued. “We are stuck as we are until we get it back.”Marzanna straightened up as she pulled away from him. “What are you talking about? It’s just a matter of time. One day, remember?”Cliff shook his head. “Not that simple. Can we talk in private?”“I was just going to find the lady a better coat,” said Edmund, turning from Cliff to Marzanna. “Promise me you’ll stick around until I get you one?”Marzanna gave him a blank look. “Sure. Fine. I don’t want something that matches what he’s wearing.” She nodded towards Cliff.“Good.” Edmund got up and took the empty plates and cups. “I’ll get some more turkey, too. But red really does good on you. And you too, young fellow.” He left, carrying the trash to a large container before going through another door.Cliff watched him go, then sat down next to Marzanna. “Look. Tonight, this world has more magic than it normally does all year long. Just before my ring vanished, it gave a tug. I’ve only had that happen once before.”“So? It was a defective magic item. My magic is inherent, I don’t need things like that.”“But you can’t change back or use any magic right now, can you?”Her shoulders slumped. “No. But it’s got to come back at the end of this day.”Cliff shook his head. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Magic in this world works differently. It doesn’t accept concentrations for long or it combines with other magic. The magic we had was absorbed through other magic. Christmas magic. Something related to what we had. But on a night like tonight, what could it be?”“Absorbed? Or expended?” Marzanna stood up.“Maybe? Kobolds don’t have magic of their own like you dragons do.”“Did you say dragons?” asked Edmund. He was standing right by them with a puffy red hooded coat that looked like the perfect size for Marzanna. He handed it to her. One look, and she removed his coat to replace it with the new one.“Who is this guy?” asked Cliff.“This is Edmund. He brought me here to get warm and some food.” Marzanna answered as she pulled the longer coat on. “This feels - and looks – much better.”Edmund held out his hand to Cliff, who shook it and introduced himself while he studied the older human. “You said something about dragons, didn’t you son?” Edmund asked as he put his Santa coat back on. “Not something I usually hear about this time of year unless it’s for a younger person's toy. I had someone else talk about dragons today. She was about your age, too.”“What do you mean?” both Cliff and Marzanna asked.“Well, it was kind of odd.” Edmund rubbed his white-haired head and looked at Cliff. “I don’t usually get people your age asking for Christmas presents at the store. Not that it’s a concern if they are respectful of the younger kids, but there was no one else with her. Anyway, all she wanted was to be a dragon. Not the most common Christmas wish, you know?”“And why not?” demanded Marzanna.“That… could be it,” said Cliff quietly.“What?” asked Marzanna and Edmund.Cliff pinched the bridge of his nose. “If she made her wish right when we were making our changes, the magic of her Christmas wish could’ve transferred the powers extended and used what was present to fulfill that wish.”“For a kobold who doesn’t have any magic, you seem to know a lot about it,” grumbled Marzanna.“I do know something about it and more about the power of a Christmas wish,” said Cliff. Turning back to Edmund he asked, “What exactly did she say?”“Basically, she said she wanted to become a real, powerful, dragon, capable of flight and magic. I told her that’s a very special wish, one that might be difficult for Santa to fill. I wanted to ask her more about why she wanted it. Then her eyes changed color and she got a strange look on her face. She pulled her glove down a little and looked at her wrist. She lit up with a huge smile. She thanked me and ran off. Never seen anything like it.”Cliff and Marzanna stared at him. “What was on her wrist?” asked Cliff.Edmund shook his head, saying, “I don’t know, really. I couldn’t see exactly what she was looking at. What I saw was like a patterned leather. Might’ve been a watch band or bracelet or something.”“Did the pattern look like red scales?” asked Cliff. “Did her eyes turn green?”“It was red, yes. I guess the pattern could’ve been like scales. And yes, her eyes changed from blue to green. A very distinct green, that’s why it struck me. How did you know?”“I’m a red dragon,” said Marzanna.“Marzanna!” Cliff leaned towards her, whispering loudly. “You can’t tell people that here! He’s going to call the cops on us and have us put away!”“No, I’m not,” said Edmund. “But I would like to hear about what you have going on. What does this girl have to do with it? Why do you think you’re a dragon? What does any of this have to do with Christmas?”“I can’t tell you the Christmas part, but I can tell you the rest,” said Marzanna, glaring at Cliff.* * *Edmund shook his head. “That’s quite the story. I suppose we could try contacting her. It was such an unusual visit, I remember her name: Susan Walker. I don’t know where she lives or is now, though.”“We’re stuck,” said Cliff, sitting down. “We’re never going to find her. This city is huge.”Edmund smiled. “That’s what the internet is for.”* * *“Here we go: 504 Jennie Street, up on Mount Washington. I've done this before to fill poor kids Christmas wishes. Hazard of the job. We can take the Monongahela Incline.” Edmund put his phone away.“That’s quite a handy little artifact,” said Marzanna. “I would like one of those.”“They don’t work where you come from,” said Cliff. “What’s a Mono-ga-heel-a?”“One of the rivers and also one of the operating inclines. It’s cheaper than an Uber,” said Edmund. “And not that far from here. We can take the ‘T’ then it’s a short walk to the incline.”* * *The incline started up the mountainside, Marzanna and Cliff staring out the windows. They had the lower section of the car to themselves with Edmund.“I’ve never seen a city with so many bright lights. The colors! And the bridges!” Marzanna was enthralled with it all. “And this moving device. Humans made all of this without magic?”“People without magic can do some pretty good things,” agreed Cliff. “If no one’s burning it down or taking things from them.”“This is a city that has made itself twice,” said Edmund. “First by making steel, then re-inventing itself when the steel mills went away.”“I would love to fly over it,” said Marzanna. “It just goes on and on.”“Pittsburgh’s not really a big city, a little over three hundred thousand people,” said Edmund. “But I like it.”* * *Once at the top of the incline, they headed away from the station up Wyoming street, Marzanna in her new coat with the hood pulled up and her hands in the pockets. Edmund had put his Santa coat, hat, and mittens back on, and given an extra pair to Cliff who was still wearing his elf suit. The pavement quickly gave way to an older brick street, the homes also looking older, some well-cared for, some not. The sidewalk they were on had a wet, snowy covering that had turned to slush from other’s footprints which was now re-freezing from cold temperatures despite the salt that had been spread on its surface. They walked up the increasingly steep hill, houses built up the side of it with stairs to get to them if they weren’t right on the sidewalk itself. The few streets on their right climbed further up, while the ones on their left went steeply down towards the city and river below. The streetlights were few and far between. Several places had signs indicating they were available for rent.Jennie Street was only a couple of blocks walk. Although it was on their left, it remained fairly level. It was a dark and short street, a few houses only on the left side, all of which were very close to the street, a concrete retaining wall on the right side of the street with overgrown trees above and beyond it. They headed towards the last house on the dead-end road.“Santa?” came a low, female voice from the woods on their right as they approached the house.“Hello?” answered Edmund turning towards the trees. “Susan? Is that you out here in the woods? Aren't you cold?”“Doesn’t feel cold to me,” said the voice from the woods. “Don’t come any closer! I don’t want to scare you.”“What’s the matter?” asked Edmund, looking at the dark woods. “Are you ok? You’re not hurt, are you?”“No, nothing like that. I’m not sure what can hurt me now. I… I just… don’t look like I did before.”“You look like a dragon, don’t you?” asked Cliff.“You can see me?” asked Susan, horned head coming down from the tree branches, brushing them aside like cobwebs. “I thought I blended in so well. I can barely make out my own feet!” Her huge dragon form seemed ethereal in the dark woods, a faint outline of her was all that was visible with a slight bending of the trees appearing through her.“Wow, she adapted quickly,” whispered Cliff.“I guess I did,” admitted Susan. “It was a wonderful gift, Santa. One I’ve always wanted. And so much fun to fly high over the city like this.”“But you’re not ready to live on your own, are you?” asked Marzanna.“I’ve gotten really tired, really quickly,” said Susan. “And I can’t go home like this. I can’t even fit in our house! And I feel… hungry.”“You’re a dragon,” said Cliff. “You’re burning through the magic just being here.”“The magic?” asked Susan.“Yes,” said Marzanna. “A dragon only exists through magic. It is a part of us, part of our being. We can’t fly or breath fire or do much of anything without it. Even exist. You have to renew the mana, draw it from the earth or the food you eat just to maintain yourself.”“Wait a minute.” Susan raised her head a few feet then focused on Marzanna. “You said ‘us.’ Are you…?”“Not here. Not now. But I am,” said Marzanna. “Whatever Christmas magic is, it took my magic when I turned human and gave you my form when you professed your wish to ‘Santa’ here.”“But you know how to maintain this? How to regain the magic?” Susan lowered her head towards Marzanna, who took a step closer to the darkened red dragon before her, reaching up and touching the side of Susan’s snout.“You must’ve wished to be hidden, just like you wanted to fly, didn’t you?” asked Marzanna. “And just like that, it happened. You flew. People couldn’t see you. But whatever happened, it drained the mana I have been collecting for hundreds of years. And it didn’t get replenished here. Cliff says this place is different, I guess it is. I think, to stay a dragon, you would have to go to where I came from.”“She’s right,” said Cliff. “But if you go there, you won’t be able to come back. And Marzanna won’t be able to return to being a dragon.”“I certainly don’t want to remain as a human,” said Marzanna. “But I have seen good and bad in them in my short visit here.”“Is it fun where you came from?” asked Susan. “Fun?” Marzanna scrunched up her face. “A dragon has the power to take whatever it wants when it wants it. Survival of the fittest only. I have been the largest, most powerful dragon for centuries. No one dares approach me. I live in my mountain far from any living thing. After a few hundred years, it’s not even worth flying anywhere anymore. There’s no challenge, no reason for being. If you want that, fine. Take it. Take all of it.”“Marzanna! You can’t do that!” Cliff hissed.“Why not? I’m a dragon. Was a dragon. I can do what I want. Once I defeated the rest, I’ve always done what I want.” Marzanna threw up her hands. “It was meaningless. I collected a larger hoard of treasure than any dragon before me. No one and nothing dares tread hundreds of miles near my mountain. No one even tries to attack. There’s no challenge, no reason to even be.”“But Susan can’t just take your place!” Cliff clenched his fists. “If she stays here like this, she’ll go on a hunger rampage trying to recover the mana she’s spending just to exist. And we don’t know how to get back.”“That’s horrible!” gasped Susan. “Santa, I know I said I really wanted to be a dragon, and I really, truly thank you for making it happen. I had a lot of fun tonight. But… but… is there any way to give a wish back?”“I’ve never dealt with anything like this before,” said Edmund, shaking. “Don’t you two have any ideas?”“I don’t know,” said Marzanna. “I was getting ready to end it all anyway. How long do humans live here? Do you think this body will last longer than fifty years? That’s short enough. Maybe I can learn this lesson you and the copperhead were telling me I needed, then I’ll be done.”“Please don’t leave me like this!” wailed Susan, lifting and dropping her feet, unable to stay still but also unable to cry. “I don’t want to go on a rampage and hurt people! What do I do?”“Go find a mountain with lots of animals around it. You’re going to need a lot of food,” said Marzanna. “But if you can’t draw mana from the earth, I’m not sure that meat will even give you the mana you need here.”“No, no. There’s got to be something,” said Cliff. “You said you flew? And then you wanted to be hidden from people that darkened your appearance to this? What if you wanted to have a portal back to Marzanna’s cave? Marzanna! You said your magic is innate. Maybe that’ll work?”Marzanna shrugged. “I learned how to control mana and my magic over the course of hundreds of years, exceeding my parents’ abilities. Unless she got that ability along with my body with that wish of hers, I don’t know how-”In the dark of the woods, a faint light appeared. The dimly lit gold-filled cavern of Marzanna appeared on the other side of the newly formed portal.“Did you do that, Susan?” asked Cliff.“I just kind of… imagined it,” said Susan. “Is that all real gold? I didn’t picture it exactly like that but…” Her stomach gave a growl.“You got it, kid. That’s my place. Or yours now.” Marzanna waved a hand at it. “I… I… give… it all to you.”“But I don’t want it!” said Susan. “I want to go home. I want to be me. I want to stay here.”“Wow, you want a lot.” Marzanna grimaced. “There’s your home. You are a dragon. You didn’t even have to fight me for it. But you can’t stay here and live as a dragon. Elf-boy is right. The magic you need to live as a dragon isn’t here.”“Elf-boy?” asked Cliff.“I don’t know,” said Marzanna. “I don’t see much of an option for either of us. Being a human here isn’t the worst thing I can think of. It won’t be for that long. You can live as long as you want as a dragon there, and you already made a portal to go there. Seems like an easy decision.”“Cliff,” said Edmund. “Can’t you do something?”“Me?” asked Cliff. “I don’t have any magic!”“But you’re supposed to be the smart one,” said Marzanna. “You figured this all out. Well, not all of it. But enough. Pretty good for a kobold with no magic.”“I…” Cliff looked at the ground. Then he looked at Marzanna. Then Edmund, then Susan, then finally at the gold-filled cavern through the portal. “Susan figured out how to fly, be hidden, and opened the portal, as a dragon. Can you make Marzanna a dragon again?” he asked as Susan’s stomach growled again.Susan lowered her head with a grimace on her snout, forepaw placed on her noisy stomach. “I’ll try. But I’m so hungry it hurts!”“The mana… It’s there! We need to go through the portal!” Cliff cried. “Come on! We go into Marzanna’s cave, you absorb the mana from the world there, Marzanna can change back, you can change back, and you come back here to go home!”“That… should work. You are the clever one,” said Marzanna.“Are you sure?” asked Susan. “I don’t want to get stuck alone there.”“I… I’ll go with you, Susan,” said Edmund. “I don’t want to end up there either, but I won’t have you go alone.”“We’ll go as well,” said Cliff. “Won’t we, Marzanna?”“Go where you want,” said Marzanna. “You said you wanted to learn your lesson. Why not take what you’ve learned and put it to use now? You can also make the changes you need in your own world,” Cliff said.“Please?” asked Susan. “I’m sorry it’s really lonely there, but maybe you can try to make some more friends.”“More friends?” snorted Marzanna. “I don’t have any friends.”“What about Santa? And… elf-boy?” asked Susan.“My name is Cliff,” said Cliff.Marzanna looked at her puffy red coat and moved her hands in the pockets. “I… guess they are friends. Or tried to be. Edmund certainly has been one. I’m the one who hasn’t been any kind of friend. And I guess it wouldn’t be very… nice?... of me to make you take my place there when you don’t want it. Shouldn’t be surprised that no one else wants my life. I’ll go.”* * *Shortly after passing through the portal, Susan said, “I don’t feel as hungry anymore.” She became fully visible in her red dragon form once fully inside the cave and away from the portal.“You must be absorbing the mana you need as a dragon,” said Cliff. “For this to work, you both have to concentrate on the wish together, Marzanna to be herself as a dragon again and Susan to be herself as a human and vice versa. Keep thinking it throughout the entire change.”“I understand how magic works,” said Marzanna. “I’ve been doing it for centuries.”“I haven’t, but I’m definitely ready,” said Susan, nodding her head.The two looked at each other, closed their eyes, and concentrated on changing themselves and each other back. Nothing happened.Then Marzanna opened her eyes. They had become emerald-green and slit pupils. Susan opened her eyes. They were now blue with circular pupils. Her red scales began to pale, while Marzanna’s skin began to turn red. She shed her puffy, hooded coat, revealing the thin dress becoming scales on her body, tail growing from behind. As her hands became paws, Susan was reverting, her scales smoothing out, tail retracting, talons retreating into nails as her paws shrank to become human hands. The horns and fins on her head also shrank while hair began to appear in their place. Her dragon body rapidly reduced in size.Marzanna grew in size, hair replaced by mighty horns, ears expanded to fins, fingernails lengthening to sharp claws then becoming talons. Her body became more muscular, giant, and feral as the heavy, red plates expanded into place as she continued to grow. Wings blossomed from her back, stretching out over Edmund and Cliff as Susan’s rescinded then disappeared.Marzanna dropped onto her forepaws as her neck lengthened on her front end and her tail continued to expand from her back. Talons and paws displaced the gold-strewn floor of the cavern as her great weight increased. Susan stood up, removing her gloved hands from the coins beneath her, coat, hat, and clothing in place which Edmund recognized from when she had visited the store.Edmund stood there, gaping at the two. Cliff gave a sigh of relief.Marzanna blinked, feeling the familiar power flowing back into her from the earth. She retracted her wings and settled them onto her back, looking down on the three humans below her in her private chambers.“So,” she said to Cliff. “Are you going to change back as well?”“No ring,” he said and shrugged. “Do you want to change back?” Marzanna asked.“I don’t have a problem either way. But it would be nice to be myself again, since we’re here.”Marzanna drew in a great breath, the mana flow increasing to compensate for what had been drained by Susan in the other world. Nodding, she bestowed Cliff his original form, and the kobold stood as she had first seen him when he had entered her cave.“Wow,” said Susan. “You truly are magnificent, Marzanna.” She bowed to the dragon. “Thank you for letting me be you for a while and turning me back.”“Don’t thank me. We both had to want this enough for it to work,” rumbled Marzanna, lowering her head. “But that portal is a drain on both me and this world. You both should return to your own now. Edmund, thank you for your generous assistance. I will think of you fondly when I think of your Pittsburgh. It is a better place because of people like you.”“I’m sure you will cause the changes you need to make your own world a better place,” said Edmund. “Susan, let’s go home.”“Just a moment. Cliff, Edmund, may I have your hats?” Marzanna inquired.The two took their pointed red caps and lifted them up. Using her mind, Marzanna grasped some of the coins on the floor and filled both hats until they were nearly tearing. “Cliff, please give yours to Susan. Edmund, take some for yourself and give some to the shelter. Goodbye.”Edmund and Susan found themselves back at the edge of the woods by Jennie Street.“What did Marzanna mean when she was talking about the shelter?” asked Susan.“I’m in between jobs right now,” said Edmund. “My last job ended on Christmas Eve. But I help out at the shelter a lot.” He lifted his heavy hat with both hands. “This should go a long way to keep them running.”Susan looked at her smaller, but still quite heavy hat. “That sounds like a good idea.”* * *“So, are you happy with your decision?” asked Cliff.“I do like being a dragon better than being a human,” admitted Marzanna. “I needed to be sure that Susan wanted to be a human and knew what being a dragon would mean.”“It doesn’t have to mean that you sit here alone, you know,” said Cliff. “You can make friends with some of the humans in this world. Maybe get some kobolds to help.”“What human wants to be friends with a red dragon? With Marzanna the death bringer, queen of devastation?”“Maybe they’d be friend s with plain old Marzanna the friendly. Who cares what color your scales are? If it matters so much to you, you can change them. Although you do look good in red.” Cliff smiled.“I’ve been told that,” said Marzanna, giving a toothy smile.“Maybe start out in human form and tone down the number of teeth shown when you smile,” said Cliff. “That’s a lot of large, sharp teeth for humans to handle all at once.”“It’s not going to be easy, is it?” asked Marzanna.“Nothing good ever is.” Cliff started to fade away. “Hey, we did it in less than a night!”“Yes, we did.” She realized she was talking to herself in an empty cave. With a thought, she determined where the nearest human settlement was to her mountain. She would explore that place in the morning to see if there were any people like Edmund there. From her pile of gems, a light chime came forth. She smiled, teeth gleaming in her lair. "All the times..." Thinking about tomorrow, after the past few hours, it would probably be a lonely start.“What will I do if there’s no one like Edmund at the village?” she asked herself with a frown.“Maybe you could teach a new dragon how to use his magic?” came a small voice.Marzanna turned to the voice. “Cliff?”...

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      A desperate man fled through a desolate landscape east towards the safety of the weathered stones ahead.  With any luck, he had lost his pursuers for good this time.  The new day was already promising a blistering heat and he carried no water, no food and no gear to help him to survive for long.  His dust colored robes and pants billowed back in the rising wind and he worried that a sandstorm might be approaching.  It would a blessing if he found shelter in time.
      Jonathan Taylor Smith, also sometimes known as Desert Rat, didn't know why King Richard's guards were still perusing him so determinedly across the Red Sands Desert.  He was just a political nobody that transported cargo and passengers.
      Not all of his cargo and business ventures were technically legal, but he never hauled anything like weapons or narcotics.  His last commission seemed a mere kindness
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Chronicles of Yugure Book 1: Prologue
I didn't ask to be the one to carry out this great burden. I didn't ask to be the one to have to abandon their studies, their friends, their family to do the our world a favor. I didn't ask to be the one to leave his home and travel the many lands of my world. My world...
Yugure, a place where one mortal might wish to go on a daily basis, considering the dullness of their short lifespan. This place, where many creatures call home, is a universe of paradise.
The vastness of this world called Yugure consists of many territories called realms. Now, one cannot just walk to another realm, nay. These realms are separated by portals. Portals are the lifelines of Yugure. Without the portals, one could not go anywhere past their realm. But, thanks to these miracle doorways, us Yugurians have a free pass to wherever we wish to go!
Creatures once thought extinct or thought to not even exist thrive here in a reality all their own. Yugure holds a magnificent community of fantastical species: dragon
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Do you have a fantasy story that nobody's reading because they can't take the time too? Wanting to break free, but nobody's listening? Well here's a group ready to give feedback.
Our group is soley dedicated to fantasy stories, so without fairies, demons, spaceships, or aliens etc, you cannot submit your story to the group, but if you read fantasy, you are welcome to watch us :)
We want to support ever member and their stories, so comment as much as possible.
:bulletred: JOINING:leave a message to join, tell us about your story, and we'll have a look.

Submitting is easy, just submit to the right folders,
:bulletblue:Graphic novels,
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:bulletred:Fantasy Poetry (Please remember, poems must have fantasy and/or sci-fi elements)
:bulletpurple:Fanfics (Fanfics must be of fantasy works, examples would include Harry Potter, Fullmetal Alchemist, Lord of the Rings, The Sandman, Kingdom Hearts, etc)
:bulletblue: Backstory and Histories: Summaries of books, backstories of certain characters, histories of your fantasy country, and that sort of thing belong here.

All writing must be FANTASY, Please do NOT submit work that isn't fantasy, Sci-fi, or supernatural in some way. It will be denied. Fanfics of fantasy stories may be looser in their fantasty elements.

Oh yeah, there are some more ground rules:
:bulletblack:I will allow artistic nudity but that's as far as i'm going there.

:bulletblack:I will allow gore and cussing, but only in the actual stories, and not super major stuff of either of those.

:bulletwhite: We want feeback, comment on your fellow member's work. I know there are a lot of sumbissions, but just think of how much you want feedback, other writers want feedback too, and desperately. Your comment could make someone's day.
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Raiberd Featured By Owner May 15, 2020  Hobbyist Writer
Greetings!

Thank you for accepting my membership request :)

I wish you all to have a nice day!
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Xanphre Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2020  Professional Artist
I am interested in joining your group. I am willing to offer feedback to those writers looking for it. The premise to my full-length novel Tears of the Le'igro is as follows:
The Le’igro is dying…

The miraculous and enchanted Garden of Life and Illumination that has seen to the vitality and protection of the surrounding lands since the dawn of time has been poisoned. Now the people of Caladashari face sickness and death. The weather soon threatens crops and life, and the dead rise, even as darkness falls. Cities crumble under the onslaught of sorcerers, dragons, and devils. The only possibility of salvation for the Le’igro lies in the tears of the one that breathed life into her at the beginning of time.

Once a god of goodness and beauty, now after thousands of years of disreputable treatment by the other gods—Parthalamas has grown embittered and callous, and now finds his home in the nether regions of the hellish realm of Infer’nos. Only the most elite of heroes has a chance of braving the realm of darkness and demons, and petitioning the tears from the Lord of Flame and Shadow, in hope of restoring the Le’igro, and bringing life and peace once again to the surrounding lands…but can the tears of a dark god save the Garden, or is she doomed to die?:o (Eek) Nod Oops! I think I've fainted. :shifty: B-) (Cool) I'm on fire! 
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NightLigt Featured By Owner May 8, 2020  Hobbyist Writer
Sounds like we got a dead group eh buddy?
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Xanphre Featured By Owner May 8, 2020  Professional Artist
It would certainly appear that way. What can we do to liven things up...?
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NightLigt Featured By Owner May 9, 2020  Hobbyist Writer
*throws exploding llama as a reference to a conversation you have not seen*
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Xanphre Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2020  Professional Artist
I would like to join your group--here is the premise for my full-length novel that I would offer in installments. I am willing to offer people feedback on writers' work.

The Le’igro is dying…

The miraculous and enchanted Garden of Life and Illumination that has seen to the vitality and protection of the surrounding lands since the dawn of time has been poisoned. Now the people of Caladashari face sickness and death. The weather soon threatens crops and life, and the dead rise, even as darkness falls. Cities crumble under the onslaught of sorcerers, dragons, and devils. The only possibility of salvation for the Le’igro lies in the tears of the one that breathed life into her at the beginning of time.

Once a god of goodness and beauty, now after thousands of years of disreputable treatment by the other gods—Parthalamas has grown embittered and callous, and now finds his home in the nether regions of the hellish realm of Infer’nos. Only the most elite of heroes has a chance of braving the realm of darkness and demons, and petitioning the tears from the Lord of Flame and Shadow, in hope of restoring the Le’igro, and bringing life and peace once again to the surrounding lands…but can the tears of a dark god save the Garden, or is she doomed to die?:o (Eek) Nod I think I've fainted. Singing Woohooooo! 
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SimonWBeresford Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2019  Professional Writer
This group could do with a book covers folder/section.
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Kajm Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Sent a join request... I am working at what I hope shall be the beginning of ... quite a bit, actually. My Lir are dragons, who were brought to sentience alongside Humans (and several other species) in Eden
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yellowpikmin88 Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for accepting me. I hope you'll like my story
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Azarius-Flashfang Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much for accepting my membership request.^^
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