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Bridges to Pax: Chapter Two

Eugene Foster had Always thought he was a regular teenager, spite his schizophrenia. When he almost dies in an alleyway, attacked by a monster who definitely shouldn't exist, his life is put into perspective, and he finds out that he belongs to a family with a history of Pontum - people who connect the magical and the human worlds, the so-called "Bridges" - and now he must continue this family tradition. With the mysterious death of his uncle and the threat of a traitor looming over him, he doesn't know if he will be able to hold on.

Eugene got out of the alleyway near his house with the envelope prickling his hip. It would be less problematic if he could open a portal directly into his room, but Laz and Godric insisted that it would be best if he teleported to somewhere else since his parents were better off not knowing about Terra Pax.

Eugene was not the type of person that enjoyed lying or hiding things from his parents. He preferred not to. It was one less preoccupation, and he wouldn't feel like garbage every time he saw them.

He tidied his uniform, following that familiar path home. Those streets never seemed so lonely or dangerous. He hated admitting it to himself, but he missed Dallon. Even knowing he was only his friend to protect him as he grew, he couldn't tell apart the Dallon he knew, who was his friend, from the Dallon from now, the Ghoul's Bridge, the guy who was only following orders.

"Eugene!" He heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Dad?" The boy turned, surprised. "How strange seeing you so early. Did you get out of work earlier?"

"Oh, yes. I wanted to spend some more time with you and your mom, you know how she's been lately. Could you lend me a hand?"

Eugene nodded, taking some of the bags his dad was carrying. "What is this?"

"Some stuff your mom asked me to buy. It seems she's making cookies." He smiled. "She's been in a good mood, despite everything. Unlike a certain someone." The man elbowed his son lightly. "What happened? Why didn't you come back with Dallon today?"

"Uh... Well, he didn't go to school today. He didn't answer my messages, either. Nor my calls." He said, sighing.

"Well, that's strange. I saw his mom today at the market."

Eugene's eyebrows tried to meet his hairline. "Really? Did she say something to you?" He could seem a little bit desperate, but hey, he thought Dallon had gone back to Colombia!

"She just told me they were stressed with the move. Did you know that? It seemed quite sudden, this move of theirs."

"I... Knew something about the move, yes, but... not much."

"I thought it was a little weird." He said, thoughtful. "Oh, speaking of which, do you have any plans this weekend? Rosa asked us to go to Lilah's birthday party.

"Lilah?"

"Yeah, Delilah, Dallon's little sister, don't you remember?"

"Oh, yes!" Eugene said, a little too loud. "Sorry, I was just shocked I had forgotten. I do remember her. And I have no plans besides a basketball game this Saturday, so I don't know if...

"You have a game this Saturday? That's good, Rosa asked me when the championship would begin, she wanted to watch you play." His dad smiled, taking his keys from his pocket.

Eugene pursed his lips, having trouble in believing how he just fucked up. He couldn't have kept his mouth shut, could he? That's great, he did not even know how to lie to his parents, now he had to lie to Rosa, too? And besides that, he would have to meet Dallon on the weekend, at Delilah's birthday party. What would he say? 'Hey, I know you didn't go back to Colombia, you bastard'?

He heard his dad's surprised yell before he saw what was going on. The magic siren on his head went off instinctively. He could block the magic flux before he blew something up, fortunately. Turning to look at the door, he saw two pale arms around his dad's neck, his mom's blond hair whipping from one side to the other.

Eugene felt a smile forming on his lips. "You almost gave me a heart attack, Natalie." His dad said, putting a hand on his chest, above his heart. "I'm too old for this."

Natalie merely laughed, pushing him inside the house as she approached her son. She opened her arms with an enormous smile on her face and Eugene wasted no time; he jumped straight into her arms, wrapping his arms around her in a hug.

"My baby, I missed you." She said. "How was your day?"

"It was good mom. How about yours?" He asked, finally letting her go.

"Great. Let's get in, it's cold outside."

His mom had asked his dad to buy all of those things because she wanted to bake a caramel apple cheese danish pie, Eugene's favorite. Who even needed dinner if you had one of those at home?

The three of them were sat on the table. His father talked about what had happened earlier, how Rosa called them to Lilah's birthday and such. Eugene, in the meantime, filled the emptiness of his soul with pie.

"How wonderful!" Natalie said. "It's been so long since the last I've seen them! It's going to be a good family weekend, don't you think, Eugene?"

He just nodded, his mouth too full for him to be physically able to say anything in a comprehensible manner. His mom was happy, and that made him feel a little bit guilty about being mentally divided between choke Dallon for lying to him or lying in fetal position in a dark room because their friendship meant nothing, huh?

"You will end up suffocating in pie one day, Eugene." He heard his father murmur.

He swallowed his pie and smiled at his dad, showing him how he gave no fucks because that was his favorite pie and it tasted better when you ate it in large portions.

"Mom, I worship you." He turned to Natalie, bowing to her. "This pie is magical, how do you do this?"

She merely laughed, shrugging. "I bake it with love, it's probably that."

'I have to ask Laz if there is any type of magic that makes food have a better taste.' He thought. There probably was, after all. Who knows, maybe all of his mother's magical potential went to that area.

Eugene tried to throw his worries away at that moment. The letter could wait. His dead uncle's wishes could wait. At that moment, he just wanted a little bit of peace with those who were still alive

#bridges to pax #Eugene Foster #Dallon Souto #natalie foster #gabriel foster #original #original story

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reasons why draco malfoy should’ve had a redemption arc

not wanting to kill dumbledore

lowering his wand and about to join the order

took care of luna lovegood while she in his house

not turning harry in when he was captured

gutted by the death of his friend

throwing harry his wand

was literally a fucking CHILD

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Shitty Writing Prompt #7

Your characters try to play dungeons and dragons

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Shitty Writing Prompt #6

“I’m taking your shirt off”

“Take me to dinner first.”

“You are literally bleeding out, there’s no time for dinner!”

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Shitty Writing Prompt #5

“Don’t you know who I am?!” The prince asked, irritated and baffled with the audacity of that man.

“Was I supposed to?” The other retorted, just as angry.

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Shitty Writing Prompt #4

“You have to stop showing up at my doorstep all beaten up.”

“Well, it’s not like I have anywhere else to go. Besides, I really enjoy seeing your face everytime.”

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Shitty Writing Prompt #3

A desperate scream cut through the night. There she stood, completely petrified. “My white carpet!” She cried, and he could only smile apologetically at the mess he had made.

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Shitty Writing Prompt #2

“I told you my friends would come to rescue us! I don’t see why you’re mad!”

“Yeah, well, you forgot to mention they had homicidal tendencies as well!”

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Shitty Writing Prompt #1

“We don’t have to put up with this shit, you know. We could move to the Bahamas and become strippers.”

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Character Questionnaire (150 questions)

Basic information

Character Name

Nicknames

Date of birth

Age

Nationality

Home town

Current residence

Occupation

Income and salary

Birth order

Brothers and sisters (describe relationship)

Husband or wife (describe relationship)

Children (describe relationship)

Grandparents (describe relationship)

Grandchildren (describe relationship)

Significant others (describe relationship)

Relationship skills

A one-sentence summary of the character’s storyline

Physical Characteristics

Height

Weight

Race

Hair colour

Eye colour

Glasses or contact lenses?

Skin colour

Shape of face

Distinguishing features

Disabilities?

Dress style

Physical habits (drinking, smoking etc.)

Mannerisms

Health

Style

Personality/Psychology/Behavior

Greatest flaw

Best quality

Introvert or extrovert?

Educational background

Learning experiences

Intelligence level

Mental health

How does your character see themselves?

How does your character believe they are perceived by others?

How confident is your character?

How emotional is your character?

How logical is your character?

What would most embarrass your character?

Strengths

Weaknesses

How does the character deal with conflict?

How does the character deal with sadness?

How does the character deal with change?

How does the character deal with loss?

What does the character want out of life?

What would the character like to change in his or her life?

What motivates this character?

What frightens this character?

What makes this character happy?

Is the character judgmental of others?

Is the character generous or stingy?

Is the character generally polite or rude?

Spiritual Characteristics

Does the character believe in a god?

What are the character’s spiritual beliefs?

Is religion or spirituality a part of this character’s life?

How does this character’s spirituality manifest itself in daily life?

Deep Questions

What is your greatest fear?

What is your current state of mind?

What is your favourite occupation? (Way of spending time)

What historical figure do you most identify with?

Which living person do you most admire?

Who is your favourite fictional hero?

Who are your real-life heroes?

What is your most treasured possession?

When and where were you happiest?

What is your most obvious characteristic?

What is the trait you most deplore (hate) in yourself?

What is the trait you most deplore in others?

What is your greatest extravagance?

What is your favourite journey?

What do you most dislike about your appearance?

What do you consider the most overrated virtue?

On what occasion do you lie?

Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

Where would you like to live?

What is the quality you most admire in a man?

What is the quality you most admire in a woman?

What is it you most dislike?

What do you value most in your friends?

How would you like to die?

If you were to die and come back as a person or an animal, what do you think it would be?

If you could choose an object to come back as, what would you choose?

What is your motto (words you live by or that mean a lot to you)?

Who has been the greatest influence on you?

Story Role

What is this character’s role in the novel?

Describe the scene where this character first appears

Background as a child

The character’s motivation

The character’s goal

Short-term goals

Long-term goals

The character’s conflict

The character’s epiphany

A one-paragraph summary of the character’s storyline

How does this character change over the course of your story?

Consider this character’s relationship with other characters.

Write a line or two to describe their relationship with all the other key characters in your story.

Miscellaneous

Hobbies

Talents and skills

Do they play a sport?

Are they any good?

Speech patterns

Favourite sayings

What is their favourite animal?

Which animal to they dislike the most?

What place would they most like to visit?

What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen?

What is their favourite song?

Music, art, reading preferred?

What is their favourite colour?

What is their password?

Favourite food?

What is their favourite work of art?

Who is their favourite artist?

What is their favourite day of the week?

What is their character archetype?

Who is their hero?

What or who would your character dress up as for Halloween?

Are they comfortable with technology?

If they could save one person, who would it be?

If they could call one person for help, who would it be?

What is their favourite proverb?

What is their greatest extravagance?

What is their greatest regret?

What is their perception of redemption?

What would they do if they won the lottery?

What is their favourite fairytale?

What fairytale do they hate?

Do they believe in happy endings?

What is their idea of perfect happiness?

What would they ask a fortune teller?

If your character could travel through time, where would they go?

What sport do they excel at?

What sport do they suck at?

If they could have a superpower, what would they choose?

What is in their fridge?

What is on their bedside table?

What is in their car?

What is in their bin?

What is in their purse or wallet?

What is in their pockets?

What is their most treasured possession?

#character questions #oc questions #oc question #character questionnaire #character planning

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Bridges to Pax: Chapter One

(ALSO ON TAPAS)

Eugene walked from one side to the other, diverting from plants here and there. The sunlight entered through the yellow stained glass, painting the greenhouse even more as if the colour of the plants and lowers still wasn't enough.

Lazuli still hadn't arrived, but lateness wasn't something rare for the Dracae. Eugene's nervousness wasn't linked to the training that would start as soon as Lazuli arrived. No, he was desperately anxious because of the piece of paper under the daisies near the door. The letter of a dead man.

The circumstances weren't great for Eugene, who had discovered his place in the universe two months ago when he as attacked by a monster in an alleyway, something that definitely shouldn't have happened. When he found out his schizophrenia wasn't real and that the world was more than it seemed. When his best friend had confessed to being a mere bodyguard and that he did not want to be in the place he occupied for seven years. When Eugene saw himself, for the first time, alone.

"Alone". There were people around him. Well, not actually people, but he wasn't in a position to complain. He asked himself if he could call them all friends, especially after receiving a desperate letter from his deceased uncle, the man who occupied his place before he passed away. Words written hastily in a notebook page asked him to not trust anyone.

The door opened, causing Eugene to stop his walk. He breathed in deeply, furrowing his brows and trying not to demonstrate his mistrust when he turned around and faced Lazuli's milky white eyes.

"Laz!" He smiled, putting his hands in his sweatshirt's pocket.

"Why are you nervous?" The Dracae asked, frowning.

"I'm not nervous." He said, staring at the ground. He let out a sigh. "It's just... a bad day, that's all."

It wasn't a lie. That had been an awful day, mainly because of the letter hidden in the greenhouse. He bit his lips, gazing at the daisies that now seemed strangely suspicious. Lazuli did not seem to notice the guilty yellow flowers, because when their eyes deviated from where Eugene looked, their face remained without expression.

(Probably not that positive, since Lazuli rarely had a facial expression)

Lazuli was the person responsible for supervising Eugene's training, physically, mentally and spiritually. Apparently, all of that was necessary for the magical people that inhabited that world to consider him a Pontum. Couldn't they be happy with a teenager risking his life? No, they wanted him to go through a boring hell known as school. Of course, it was a special school, but was it really that different? If Eugene had to be inside of a room while having classes, he decided that no, it wasn't.

Back to what we were talking about, Eugene did not know that much about Lazuli. They were the rarest kind of Dracae, they seemed to not feel any kind of emotion and had the bad habit of drip sarcasm whenever they met the Raziel brothers, which led them to a passive-aggressive that was as interesting as it was stressing. There was also that annoying habit of overestimating Eugene's abilities whenever they were in front of others as if it was a competition over who had the most powerful Pontum.

Eugene felt like a woman, being objectified like that.

"Today I'll take you to the armoury." They said, awaking Eugene from his thoughts.

"Bless you." He said, frowning. "Is that some kind of lost city, food or...?"

"Arsenal." They said, turning to the door. During the to months of training, Lazuli had got used to translate their exotic terms for Eugene, who had no kind of linguistic knowledge. He was just a painter, Dallon was the poet.

His heart ached as he remembered that name, that insisted in coming to his mind together with blue eyes and dark hair, with the rare smile that seemed to be able to end all of the world's wars. Eugene ran a hand through his blond hair, letting out a sigh, not even noticing the daises as he left the greenhouse, closing the door behind him.

He knew Dallon Jean Miguel Souto when he was nine, on the school's playground. It wasn't a very gracious moment for Eugene, who was bawling his eyes out because of a bruised knee. The other calmed him down and took him to the nurse's office. Eugene had always been an anxious child, and if Dallon hadn't taken him there, he would never have had the courage to do so.

The two became friends quickly. Dallon was a year older than Eugene, and they didn't share classes, but they always met each other during recess and played together. Dallon seemed to like pretending that he was an astronaut, and Eugene soon got used to playing the role of the alien. Well, aliens were cool, anyway.

Dallon was Eugene's first and best friend, and finding out their friendship grew because of an obligation of Dallon was absurd, and broke his heart. So many moments shared together now seemed implanted memories by a cruel magical society.

He followed Lazuli through the Pontum Sanctum's hallways without really paying attention to where he was. That place was huge, and if the two ended up in a door Eugene didn't recognize - Eugene, who kind of lived there now, considering how much time he spent there - he wouldn't be surprised.

He wasn't that excited to explore the place, not ever since he learned to do portals. He used to spend his time in the greenhouse, taking care of the plants or reading books Lazuli gave him, occupying moments that would be haunted by obscure thoughts if his imagination had too much freedom. As they say, an empty mind is devil's workshop.

Eugene sighed once again, something he did a lot, lately. He stared at the Dracae's back, covered by indigo fabric, adorned by golden details. The fashion there was certainly different from the human's, but it was interesting in its own way. Eugene noticed each one of the main five people that lived there had their own style. He didn't really know much about, you know, normal Dracae, civilians, but their style seemed... uh, ninja style.

The Dracae he knew weren't normal, by any means. They were killing machines that would give him nightmares if they weren't in the same team., Godric, his history and politics teacher was a skilled militarian trained to kill silently. Narcissa, the one responsible for his medical training, was the type of person to heal you and take care of your wounds just so that she could beat you up again. Dante was a mysterious guy, with biceps the size of Eugene's head, and if that wasn't' scary... Eugene did not know what "scary" was.

"Why are we going to the Arm... The arsenal?" He asked. "Are you going to give me a weapon?"

"People don't get weapons, Eugene, they deserve them."

"Ok... Do I deserve one?" He inquired. The Dracae stopped abruptly, causing Eugene to hit their back. He wondered if it hadn't been something he said, but Laz's hoarse voice calmed him.

"We'll find out later." They said, putting their hands in a steel door that seemed to not have a keyhole or a handle. Quite annoying, if you ask Eugene.

A blue light shone from Lazuli's fingertips, spreading through the metal just like heat. Magic was a weird sensation, to Eugene. Maybe it was for the fact that he literally learned some tricks a couple of weeks before, after a conversation in another plane of existence with his deceased grandpa. She knew her stuff.

It was a hot sensation, for Eugene. Heat running through his veins. When he used magic, he seemed to feel every and each cell of his body, which was quite uncomfortable. He was getting used to it, little by little.

"The armoury is a shared space. Other Representants or Pontum may be here." Lazuli said. Whenever there was a chance he could end up meeting Dallon, the Dracae made sure he would know it. He was grateful, but he also worried every time the Dracae said so, and wouldn't be able to concentrate on whatever they were doing.

The arsenal was huge. Different types of weapons hanged from the walls, from the ground to the ceiling, that seemed exaggeratedly far away. How did they take the weapons from the top? Maybe there were faeries there, that flew high up to bring them axes and lances? Weren't dwarves who made weapons? Maybe they kept them in the arsenal, too?

The place seemed to organize its weapons by type. There were different kinds of axes, with various sizes and weights grouped together; there were lances, bows and arrows, scythes, swords, rapiers, hammers, whips and etc.

So many questions popped up in Eugene's mind, he didn't notice that Lazuli had already abandoned him and was flipping through the yellowed pages of a gigantic book.

"You shouldn't stand in the middle of the way, noob." A feminine voice said.

Surprised, he turned quickly to see who was behind him, but he lost his balance easily.

His body didn't hit the ground, though. A firm hand held him from his green shirt.

Two people stared at him, one of them still holding him. Eugene knew them from a reunion a couple of weeks before. Leilani, the Mage Pontum and Aeris, the Kitsune Pontum.

Leilani let him go, smiling at him. She was the youngest of all the Pontum, being just fifteen, but she had more muscles than Eugene, who was seventeen. He scratched the back of his head, smiling shyly to her, who laughed.

"Are you always like that, noob?" She asked. "You don't need to get all shy, we don't bite!"

Aeris laughed too. "How are you, Eugene?" She asked.

"I'm fine!" He said, a little too loud, trying to look anywhere but them. "Uh... Why are you here? Not that you shouldn't be, you are Pontum, after all. It's normal for you to be in places like this, uh..."

Aeris put her hands on his shoulders, smiling gently. "Breathe, Eugene." She said, trying to calm him down. He did as he was told, as Leilani answered his question:

"We came here to train." She said. "It is hard for us to go against each other, because of time zones and shit."

"Yes," Aeris said "honestly, I was getting tired of training against Dallon. You know how it is, right, Leilani?"

"Oh, yeah!" The younger one laughed, and Eugene just couldn't face them. "Always the same tricks and attacks."

"I think he just lets us win. Have you seen him fighting for real?" Aeris laughed.

Leilani nodded. "It sucks." She said, turning to Eugene. "Do you fight with him for real or he also things you are too fragile to face his manly strength?"

"We don't fight." He said, shrinking. "Actually, the last time I saw him was in that reunion, a couple of weeks ago."

Leilani and Aeris frowned. "Well, but... didn't you go to the same school?" Leilani asked.

Eugene shook his head. "He went back to Colombia." He said, avoiding Leilani's questioning dark eyes. "We don't talk anymore. He doesn't want to have anything to do with me."

Aeris opened her mouth, but Lazuli's distant voice interrupted their conversation.

"Eugene, come here." They said, and Eugene complied.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Trying to find some kind of weapon you can train with." They said, crossing their arms. The two girls approached them, curiously.

"Eugene looks like a swordsman" Leilani said. "What about a rapier?"

"Eugene is not confident enough to be a swordsman." Lazuli said. "Besides, he doesn't have the strength."

"I'm not even here." He mumbled.

"An arrow, then?" Aeris suggested. "It's good for building strength."

Lazuli flipped through the pages.

"It is possible. He needs to be useful, somehow."

Eugene frowned, trying to ignore that last part. It seemed that Lazuli had no sense of how to talk to people. He sighed.

"What kind of arms do you have?" He turned to the two girls.

Leilani grinned, her eyes glimmering. "I have an axe." She said. "Do ya wanna see it?"

Eugene nodded with enthusiasm. Leilani got up on some kind of arena in the middle of the arsenal, raising her hands up.

Her eyes were filled by a white light, the same that flickered around her fingers as if they were electricity waves. It didn't take long for a huge battle axe to occupy one of her hands, at the same time a loud bang filled the room, just like thunder.

Leilani smiled wide, and Eugene felt the urge to ask: "Does that happen every time you, like.... summon your weapon?"

"Let's just say Leilani likes drama." Aeris laughed.

"Can I see yours too?" Eugene turned to her, and the woman nodded. She went to where Leilani stood and closed her eyes in concentration. With a quick flick of her wrists, two whips appeared in her hands.

"They turn into swords." She mentioned. True to her word, with another flick the whips got hard and stood in a straight form, turning into two blades.

"Can I get a cool weapon like that?" Eugene turned to Lazuli, who merely sighed:

"Those are short-range weapons. Maybe one day."

The smile vanished from Eugene's face, who felt like a kid who just asked something absurd to their parents.

"Even when you get the weapon you want, Eugene, don't give up on the bow and arrow. Archers are super cool and it can save many lives. Ok?"

"Ok." He nodded, a bit disappointed but definitely hopeful with the promise.

Eugene felt pain in muscles he barely knew that existed. The boy practically dragged himself back to the greenhouse, his legs numb and screaming from the agony simultaneously, a distasteful paradox Eugene wanted to ignore, but couldn't.

He threw himself in the only chair available, resting his head on the table full of books in front of him, his sweaty back pressed against the wood of the seat.

Leilani and Aeris did not stay for long. They said it was better to leave Laz and Eugene alone, so they could work out and train shooting with the bow and arrow.

The Dracae was not, in any way, gentle with him. Laz first taught him how to stand up - something he never knew he did wrong -, the correct posture and how to shoot an arrow - all of that without a proper bow.

In the end, they gave him a green and metallic bow so he could practice and build up strength before actually getting his weapon.

The bow was indeed pretty, with blue runes colouring the green metal. Still, Eugene thought that was the last exciting weapon ever.

"Really? I don't really like rapiers, I think they're the worst." Lazuli had said.

He raised his head, taking a look at the daisies near the door. He thought that being part of a magical society was stressing enough, but apparently, he still had to deal with his uncle's mystery on top of it all.

He massaged his temples, feeling the anxiety looming in his mind. He had no psychological strength to deal with it all.

His cellphone vibrated on the table, calling for his attention. The notification that lit up the screen told him he had been added to a new group.

Pontum Chat, that was the name. He was greeted by numerous messages of Leilani and Aeris as he opened the app.

He smiled to himself. Those two were good people. He was worried the other Pontum would be cold, perhaps hostile, but he had been lucky.

There were other Pontum besides Leilani and Aeris. There was Tristan, a mysterious and quiet guy, who prefered to avoid attention to himself. Eugene understood the feeling. Tristan was the Werewolves' Pontum, and every time Eugene saw him, he was accompanied by the race's Representant, Nikolai Volkov.

Eugene had never talked to the man, but he felt like he knew him a little. Lazuli did not hold anything back when talking about their coworkers. The Dracae had said that everyone was a close, good friend of theirs. But not Arkiel. Arkiel could choke.

Arkiel was the unsympathetic Representant of the Ghouls, creatures that fed themselves with dead magical meat. That being said, they're not the most beloved guys around, but they have a stable government and a good source of food, so no one bothers with them.

A new message arrived. Tristan welcomed him, which brought a smile to Eugene's lips. At least he wouldn't have any trouble with his colleagues. Honestly, he wasn't mature enough to deal with intrapersonal problems on top of the new job and the death of his uncle Henry. The enigma of the letter was eating at him.

He sighed, rubbing his face. It was getting late and he needed to go back home.

He quickly got up and walked to the door with large steps, getting the letter from below the daisies rapidly and hiding it into his pants.

Even far from him, Dallon could still cause him headaches. If he could, Eugene would go back in time and refuse the fucking message, would tell his friend to go fuck off and ignore him for the rest of his life.

Goddamn it.

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