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verystrxxwberry · 2 months ago

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What would the guys from Eldarya Origins be like as parents? How many children would they have? Who was the one to bring up the idea first? How did they reveal it to their partner and to others? Or anything else you can think of. Thank you for keeping the fandom alive! <3

ELDARYA THE ORIGINS; the routes as fathers!

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EZAREL

Who brought the idea? You. It was very difficult for him to imagine a little creature created through the both of you, but he really wanted to see what the result would be. A little kid with pointy-ears, your eyes, or your hair… the kid would be so cute! You took advantage of a cozy night under the stars, as you both talked about your future, to bring out the idea of being parents. Ezarel seemed truly vulnerable that night, showing a clear insecurity of not being a good dad and husband enough. You reassured him by saying that if he messed up, you both would mess up together. After all, it would be the first time being parents for both of you!

If he was asked years ago about imagining himself being a father, he’d laugh a lot. But now he was truly considering it and getting information from every single dad of Eldarya to be a good father. He definitely took notes and studied the theory until the only thing left to learn was the practice.

How was the revelation done? It was thanks to Valkyon that he accidentally confessed it to everyone. The elf was seen smiling to his plate, to which Valkyon asked, “are you finally losing your mind?”

Ezarel chuckled proudly, “no, man. I’m finally becoming a father.”

It was so casual he wasn’t believed at first. Not only Valkyon heard it, but also some of the teammates that were around. It was very unbelievable at first since Ezarel was the type of person to make faces or mock kids to make them cry, or to hold his laugh whenever a kid coughed his lungs off.

How many children would you have? Three. The first one was a decision, one you both searched for. The second one was an accident, but he took a liking to this profession of being a father. And the third… well, he requested it himself. Those were two guys and a girl, each one with three years of difference between them. He suggested unserious names to all of them so it was you who decided the names at the end.

Taking care of his babies… with the first baby, Ezarel was truly shy, almost babyphobic. He feared touching them and hurting them by accident. Tthe first time he changed the diaper he almost threw up so that’s definitely your task. He can make them burp, he can dress them, play with them… but he is not seeing or smelling that monstrosity.

Once, his first son peed on Ezarel’s lap as they were playing and since that time, Ezarel became much more careful with playing with them… he can identify the focused expression babies do when they’re making their needs.

Plays a lot with them, and will accidentally make them cry from any “magic” trick. He quickly holds the baby and shushes him, kissing their head gently, “hey hey, I’m not trying to give you any trauma here…” he mutters, more stressed himself than what the actual situation is.

Taking care of his infants… He is a very fun dad and definitely plays a lot of roleplay games with his kids in the street. Ezarel’s childishness definitely match the mindset of your kids. Yet he also makes sure to educate them with proper manners. It’s always good to make jokes, play around but respectfully! Always lets them win whenever they are playing hide-and-seek or any other game.

Taking care of his teens… this period is difficult, very difficult. But Ezarel makes it easier to deal with it. Ezarel knew that he needed to set boundaries and help his children to face what the adulthood would be like, since no one is prepared to suddenly be responsible for everything in their lives. It’s a phase of change and lots of revoluted hormones, which means that there will be some arguments sporadically. And more, among your children. Ezarel would be frustrated for things going that way, but he is aware that it will change later.

Arguments can happen with his children or among them, but Ezarel is aware of that being a part of growing up. He uses his humor to break the ice, but it sometimes goes wrong, seeming like he is mocking his teens. Damn, he doesn’t want them to be depressed because of a joke he made. He gives them space to think and calm down before going to have a deep conversation with them, always aiming to understand their side. Teens tend to not feel understood, so whenever his kids say "You don't understand it!" he always says, “Probably, but what if you were so nice to explain it to me? I cannot help you if I don’t know what the problem is.”

He makes sure his teens know that their words always do matter.

Ezarel is imperfect so he might not have much patience sometimes, also snapping back. But he doesn’t take too long before going to invite the dialogue to fix things.

He wants to be a present father, one that is helpful and reliable. He’ll be a good listener to his children, and a good advisor as well. One of the things he is most proud of is to see them grow and take their paths. He knows that once they are adults, he cannot do much other than giving them advice and support, but won’t interfere in whatever they wanna do. Ezarel wants them to be free to pick, to experience and check the things they like and what not. Sometimes people need to get an impacting consequence for them to know what’s good or not.

NEVRA

Who brought the idea? You both watched the kids play around in the garden, the sunset making the sky beautifully calming over you. You were resting your head over his shoulder as you enjoyed of the breeze, the joyful laughs of children making you smile warmly. Nevra was quiet as well, enjoying of the whole moment. Then you started by asking, “would you like to be dad someday?”

Nevra considered it. No one is prepared to be a father when it’s your first time, and he feared being a bad father due to his experience with his own parents. But just as he takes his job seriously, he might take the role of a father very serious. He wants to be the father he never had, a father who can raise a happy and free kid. Nevra answered to you that yes, he’d like to be a father one day, even if the idea made him scared. He knows exactly what to not do, and he wants to give your kid everything he didn’t have. Their happiness would be his happiness as well.

How was the revelation done? He organized a dinner with your closest friends. He waited for the dessert time to finally say it, before revealing that the dessert would be a cake you specifically chose for that night. You both stood up in front of everyone and said that you were going to have a kid, which was received with lots of claps and happiness, also tears from Karenn and congratulations to everyone. It was a lovely night.

How many children would you have? One, and it’s enough for him. It was a guy which he treated like a prince. The name would be picked between you both, and the help and opinion from Karenn.

Taking care of his baby… Completely obsessed! How can this tiny creature be so adorable? His heart melts whenever the baby makes any cute sound, making him smile and gently squeeze the baby’s cheeks. He loves carrying them and cleaning them. Sure, changing the diaper is disgusting, and a mess at first, but he can hold the disgust for a while until the baby is completely clean. Definitely auntie Karenn is there to help whenever any of you need a hand.

Taking care of his infant… he is good with kids in general, so his son is definitely lucky. He is attentive to them, always teaching him to say “thank you”, to apologize for bad stuff and good manners! He doesn’t know how to play with them, but he tries. He is like an open book of emotions with his son, always there and showing him his affection.

Taking care of his teen… Well here… Nevra suffered quite a lot during this phase. He was scared of his son rejecting him all of a sudden, or ruining his relationship with his son. Nevra learnt to communicate with patience and delicacy towards him, always being a support for him and helping him out with stuff. During the first argument, he acted worse than he prepared himself to, yet he was quick to get quiet and go for a walk to think about it. He didn't want to stress his son out and less you. No one is born knowing how to be a father, and it was his first time dealing with his son arguing with him.

At night, he talked to you, asking for suggestions about how to make up after that argument. And you both reached the conclusion that having a nice day in family could solve it. Firstly, a good breakfast together, Nevra could apologize to his son during it and spend that day doing activities together. Nevra always made sure that the three of you could be as happy as possible!

VALKYON

Who brought the idea? He once brought the subject to you, being straight to the point about having kids at some point of your lives. You told him that you were scared of having kids, yet he reassured you. Valkyon loves kids. The pregnancy wasn’t really planned, but it was a great surprise for both of you. His paternal instinct always appeared with kids around him, and definitely has gotten baby fever more than once. So when he finally sees his children, he becomes absolutely happy. He even cries from happiness, hugging you and expressing verbally how happy you make him.

How was the revelation done? He didn’t really know how to do it, so lend you the responsibility for it. You organized a meeting with your closest friends, and you were the one confessing it. Everyone expected it at some point! All children loved Valkyon and treated him as a father, reason why Valkyon confessed his desire to be a father at some point of his life.

How many children would you have? Just twins! The moment you both knew that you’d bring a couple of identical creatures to the world, you both were more than satisfied with it. It’d be chaotic to raise two at the same time, and to difference them… Valkyon holds them with a blanket, looking at them with the greatest smile ever, you’ve never seen him so relaxed, so calm. Taking the role of father is something he had dreamt at least once in his life. The two girls were so cute and tiny on his arms! You’ll pick one name for one of the girls, and he’d pick the name for the other.

Taking care of his babies… Valkyon loves teaching them about the world they were recently introduced to. He plays with them, sings to them any kid songs in dragon language from his childhood and definitely spends most of his time with them and you. Valkyon has no problem in changing their diaper. Of course, it is disgusting, but he can take that. Patience is the word that describes him perfectly. Whenever both girls start crying in the middle of the night, he stands up and goes to comfort them, sometimes falling asleep with them on his arms or lap.

Taking care of his infants… He tells them fictional tales every night, takes part of their games and spoils them a tiny bit (a lot). He allows them to climb him as if he was a tree, as he is pretty tall in comparison to them. He might chuckle at the adorable acts of your girls, staying still and hugging them once they both reach his torso.

Valkyon might be a very soft and peaceful dad, but whenever he sets boundaries, he is firm with them. He might be pretty strict with the sleeping time, making sure they sleep proper hours. And also taking care of their meals so they are constantly eating proper food and not sweets.

He also teaches them to be curious and connect with nature, learning about plants, food, culture…

Taking care of his teens… Valkyon is patient but firm, never letting his girls go into dangerous places alone. He has made himself very trustful between his girls, which will allow you all to have deep conversations and not feel judged by any of you. Valkyon is always there to be a quiet support, since he isn’t very good with words, but he won’t hesitate in acting if someone hurts your girls (and you, of course). He is protective of his family. He will gladly teach them how to protect themselves whenever they are in danger.

It’s a phase in which Valkyon realizes that you both are starting to be less influential in the path your little girls take. You both are a guide for them, but once they both become adults, they might fly like free birds. And Valkyon, no matter how protective he is, he cannot cut their wings. He will support them and always be there to advise them, to help them out of the bad moments.

Arguments weren’t regular at all, but whenever they happened, they were mainly quiet. Whenever the discussion reached a point in which any of you disagreed, the silence appeared and everyone took their time to calm down. Valkyon sets peace in chaos, and he has no fear in being honest with his girls, sometimes a little bit rough. But he wants them to be prepared to face everything life has to offer. He never lets the conversation be forgotten because he knows it is important for parents to care about their children's worries.

LEIFTAN

Who brought the idea? You both were sitting on the hanging chair on his room, his arms around your waist as you sat comfortably on his lap. He was reading a book which, honestly, you had no idea in which language it was written. He started talking about how cute would it be to have a happy family, to raise a child and teach them how to appreciate the beautiful things in life. You chuckled, looking up at him, “have you ever considered how would our children look?” And Leiftan got slightly flustered, nodding and connecting his eyes with yours.

“Yes, many times,” he’d mumble timidly. Your answer was a simple “me too,” that left him thinking. Even anxious about the chance of creating a family with you. He was excited about the idea but terribly scared of not being prepared enough to take care of another living being. His own care for others’ well-being was already a way of fathering, so he had to take care of his kid just as he took care of you and others, but maybe… with more responsibility for.

How was the revelation done? It was confessed with a lot of pauses, nervousness and even tears. It was expected at some point, since you both were very parent-coded. Leiftan was very loving with kids and whenever you joined him, people thought that you were the parents of any random kid.

How many children would you have? Just one, but it was more than enough for him. Leiftan takes care of the minimum detail and lives for his family (you and the little girl you had). He lets you pick her name, even though he’d prefer if that name had a meaning behind.

Taking care of his baby… Leiftan is the typical dad who sleeps besides the cradle, being very attentive with your girl’s needs. He gets very anxious at first, when he doesn’t know what the baby needs, but he learns fast how to recognize the baby’s cries. And whenever he accidentally makes the baby cry, he starts apologizing and trying to comfort them. “Oh no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, dear… are you ok? Please do not cry, my love, don’t cry…”

Nevertheless, Leiftan takes responsibility for everything needed. He is the typical dad to show his baby everything “look! That’s a butterfly. Isn’t it pretty?” as he talks with the softest voice ever. He is such a cutie with his girl.

The moment he heard your little girl say her first words… you both ended up crying together, very happy and cutesy!

Taking care of his infant… He loves to teach his little kid how to read, how to create flower crowns and do other handmade crafts, so your girl can be creative and never get bored! Leiftan gets creative in the kitchen and makes you both meals with special shapes.

Leiftan as a dad worries a lot about his little girl, and gets very anxious when she’s far for too long. What if she gets hurt or sick?

He also teaches her a lot about culture, literature and to be curious about the things around her, but always taking care of the dangers.

Taking care of his teen… The biggest challenge. He gets confused with the emotional changes in your girl and never forces anything. Leiftan gets quiet and emotional whenever his girl is mad because of the minimum stuff, and writes tiny letters to her when words aren’t enough: “I’m here if you need to talk. We both know that I am clumsy with words, but I love you more than anything else. Your parents will always be here for you, my sweet.”

Leiftan makes sure that his girl feels loved by you both. And he also makes sure you’re happy and doing fine, not wanting this phase to affect you so much. It’s unavoidable that you three end up hurt after a discussion, but it won’t last too long. In fact, you three would be together the next day, sitting in the garden as each one of you is reading a book in silence. And those times are the ones that you and Leiftan seek for so deeply. It is lovely.

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verystrxxwberry · 3 months ago

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ELDARYA; your last breath

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EZAREL

You were commanded to go on a mission as he stayed on the quarters, focusing on the creation of new potions. Ezarel wasn’t dumb and was uneasy since the moment that mission came out, knowing it could be lethal for some of his mates. The moment you got selected to go, he argued with Miiko for you to stay, for you to keep yourself safe and not risk it out there. But you were a member of the guard, you had to risk your life just as much as others did. You were capable, you were strong and well-prepared. And Ezarel knew that any creature that tried to fight you, would easily be killed by you. Or that’s what he wanted to believe.

You weren’t immortal, and there were creatures much stronger than you out there. And even more in the place where you have gone.

With a deep breath, Ezarel tried to focus on his work, feeling his chest tighten from the anxiety he was feeling. As long as he didn’t see you come back safely, he wouldn’t feel good. Any creature that talked to him just received a short answer or silence from him. He was zoning out constantly, thinking of you. He rejected Eweleïn’s comforting words, and he didn’t even try to talk to Valkyon since he’d be telling the elf to prepare for the worst.

What would he do without you? It was the first time he dared to imagine his future besides someone else, and wasn’t really prepared to suddenly spend the next days without you. Without having the chance to hold you, to kiss you and to say goodbye one last time. To say goodbye… he couldn’t say goodbye. If you died out there, you wouldn’t have heard how much he loved you one last time. He was very mad at the thought of not having said goodbye properly.

The disgusting scent of intense chemicals filled his nostrils and he realized that the potion he was creating was no longer useful since he gave it more temperature than it needed. He quickly grabbed the crystal with his hands. A mistake. The pain filled his hand from how hot it was, dropping the bottle to the floor and hearing it crack in millions of pieces. The floor was all dirty now. His anxiety, his impatience and his irritation were increasing by how bad things were turning out for him.

He heard a knock on the door, and he sighed in frustration. It could mean a lot of things. Ezarel simply hoped that it wasn’t a fail attempt of comforting him again by any of the creatures. But what if the news were the worst? What if they suddenly told him that you were no longer alive? He felt a burning sensation on his abdomen from the nausea. His intuition barely failed. And he hoped it did fail this time. With sweaty hands, he opened the door, meeting Miiko’s eyes. He was furious with her, and he frowned when he saw her.

“Where are they?” he asked in a husky tone. He had spent the whole day without consuming any water, any food, and less with some sort of company. Miiko looked surprisingly calm. No, not calm. She looked vulnerable, regretful. A gaze he knew so much. A gaze she always had whenever the news were bad. Truly bad. “Fuck, no…” He shook his head, “tell me they’re just injured.”

Miiko shook her head, her eyes dropping to the floor with some tears threatening to escape. “It was quick. They had no time to suffer, I swear…”

Ezarel’s eyes were wide open, as if he was hearing the truth after the biggest lie, as if it was a betrayal. “You have nothing to swear! You all should’ve protected them. Or I should’ve been the one to go there in the first place!” he raised his voice in frustration, gripping his hair with resentment.

“We did our best to protect them, Ezarel. Some of our other friends have also been injured or killed by those monsters. We did our best. Yet we weren’t enough to kill all of them, to keep our eye in each other,” her voice cracked when she was about to talk about the worst. About how she saw you getting killed in front of her eyes. “And when we least expected it, a monster grabbed them, as if they were… a snack. And bit their head off… they had no time to even yell. They were shocked, they…”

Ezarel started losing the way on the conversation, the voice fading as his vision started to blurry. It was as if time just stopped for him. As if everything was done and there was no more purpose for him. He couldn’t say goodbye, he didn’t say goodbye or that he loved you enough. Many regrets appeared on his mind and that was truly overwhelming.

They didn’t even have your body to give you a proper funeral. He was furious with everyone, even himself. Ezarel did not only lose you, but also lost his hopes and motivations. Every source of genuine happiness and genuine affection. Everything was done.

He stayed for some months in the quarters, helping others around automatically. He didn’t have the ability to turn on his mind, not even a single joke escaped him for so long. The sight of him like that was also painful for Nevra and Valkyon.

And the moment he lost Valkyon as well… he felt really lonely, really lost in life. Nevra was still there, but Ezarel didn’t want to stay somewhere his memories became blurry from the many lost lives. He never forgot about you. Never.

And I’m sorry, but Ezarel is the type of guy who rather not do anything that brings him back old memories. He’d remember your favorite meals but might try to avoid them, he’d remember your favorite colors and wish he was blind, he’d smell something similar to your scent and almost break down. Even having a relationship with another person was a big no. He couldn’t get to love someone as deeply as he loved you.

With time he’d unconsciously use some of your quirks, or use some words you used to say. He’d even dress up with a uniform with your favorite color, as it was strangely comforting. And whenever he missed you, he looked up at the sky and mumbled how much he still loved you. And how much he will love you forever.

NEVRA

Bandits were always ones to barely care about the damage they did. If they already inflicted the law to do some evil, what would they care about injuring anyone to get what they want? Nothing.

You, Nevra, Karenn and their team got called to protect one of the harbors in a village, which was constantly threatened by groups of delinquents. They dared to hurt the elder and whoever got in their way. And as you got there, you all hid to prepare a trap to that group of bandits.

They weren’t the usual bandits, the usual thieves and murderers you’ve faced before. Yes, they were creatures, but they held long, customized weapons that looked pretty dangerous. The sounds of metallic steps made you all aware that they arrived, and the mischievous giggles from them made it even more clear.

You all got out from your positions to fight that big group of bandits. They were easy enemies, yet they had the bad ability of thinking at the same level as your team did, so it wasn’t really easy to injure them. Your goal was to trap them, not to kill them- but they needed to be defenseless first.

You and another creature were busy with a single bandit. It almost seemed like a choreography how you both attacked him to make the enemy release the weapon, and how he moved in a strategic way to protect himself. You felt some drops of sweat in your forehead because he was too precise with his moves, until you finally did a quick move that achieved to rip the weapon from their hands, hitting him on the nape to leave him unconscious. You looked around, searching for a mate to help and joined others.

As you finished tying a rope around a girl’s wrist, you looked around to see Nevra easily get rid of the amount of delinquents who were surrounding him. He easily cleaned his surroundings, it was impressive and clear why he was so named a leader. From far you could see one delinquent who was hidden and seemed to be aiming at Nevra. How did anyone not notice that girl being there? She seemed to be waiting for the perfect moment, and a smirk on her face was the sign that it was the moment. You saw her finger on the trigger, and you quickly ran towards Nevra, “guys, there’s a sniper!” you yelled as you ran, finally pushing Nevra to the side. He fell to the floor and looked towards you confused, and it all happened too quick, and you suddenly fell to the floor violently. Some of your mates went towards the sniper, defeating her, but it was already too late.

The bullet perforated a neat hole in your chest, the pain making you release an alarming yell for the vampire. The intense scent of blood twisted his stomach in fear. “No, no, no,” he mumbled in repeat, pressing his hand over the bound as he saw you breathing heavily. That place was lethal, and you were too far to get immediate aid. “Please, no! Stay with me, please, stay here.”

Wow, you didn’t imagine it wouldn’t be just as in shows, where the character gets shot and spends 3 minutes talking with their beloved. You were currently feeling lightheaded, with an immense pain and a great difficulty to breath. Your shaky, weak hand reached his wrist, attempting to give a squeeze but failing. “...ove you…” you whispered, making him press his forehead against yours.

“Don’t say that as if you’re dying,” he says in a desperate tone, caressing your hair with his free hand. “I love you too. I need you to keep your eyes opened, please,” he whispered, his lips kissing a few times your forehead.

But a soft and calm sighed escaped you. The last one. You’re last breath. He started to sob as he held you, embracing you firmly as he repeated your name. His stained hand caressed your cheek, leaving a trail of your own blood over there.

He spent a few minutes crying, not caring that all the job was done and they could successfully leave. There were others injured, but no one other have died. Only you. It made his own heart burn from the pain that view gave him.

Karenn had to make him get away from the scene. They had to leave with the bandits, and some others wrapped your dead body to send it back to Eldarya and give it a proper funeral. Karenn was also affected for seeing you like that, but she had to act strong because the most affected was Nevra.

Nevra cried for the whole night, letting Karenn hold him. Holding someone only reminded him of how he held you during your last minutes, if those were even minutes.

But he had to act as a leader, trying to keep himself focused on his tasks. But his mind always went back to that day. He was rude towards others’ unconsciously, just because he was overstimulated with his feelings to let others bother him more. He seemed present but was on his own world of negativity instead. He started behaving like a teen, and he hated that, but he was frustrated for not having protected you from that bullet. For not having done enough.

He gave the girl who shot you a proper punishment. One that he isn’t proud of and never spoke about to anyone. But he sought some sort of revenge towards the woman that killed who he loved the most.

The moment Valkyon died and Ezarel left he was even madder. He lost almost everyone. The only one he trusted the most and stayed with him was his sister, the only one he showed more trust.

He tried to reconstruct his life, going back to old habits to keep his mind busy in the bed of different creatures every night. Yet the simple act of holding them on his arms provoked him to wake up in the middle of the night, panting softly as he remembered about you. But when he sees you aren’t the one in his arms, he quickly gets dressed and leaves the bedroom without any explanations. Or he reached a point in which he accidentally moaned your name, reason why some girl got mad at him for that. But he couldn’t help it. He felt guilty for seeking the pleasure and affection only you knew how to give him in other people.

Nothing could replace you ever. And he didn’t know how to properly cope with it, asking Karenn for help. With time, he learnt to accept that, but he took a few years to finally learn to live without any of his friends and partner on his life.

VALKYON

It was the last day on that expedition, and as far as things were, everything was going perfectly fine. The nights with your team were comforting and warm after a whole day of sweating and wishing no one got seriously injured. Every day you all got closer to the cave where the actual enemy was. Valkyon was beside you all the time, not only being a great leader but also being a good support for everyone. And sleeping in his arms was the most energizing thing ever, those last nights of the expedition where he made sure you knew how honest his heart was.

The next day, the awaited fight arrived. You all were very prepared to face the giant creature that was hidden at the tip of that snowy mountain. You had a good breakfast, filled with vitamins and giving you the energy for the fight. Entering the cave made you all freeze from how cold it was in there. But it would be a quick fight, and then you all could go back home safely. It was known there was just one creature who lived alone, and whenever it went out in the mountains it was always to destroy villages for food, which were the innocent creatures on those villages.

With a great teamwork, you all achieved to dodge its attacks. Some took charge of tying its limbs as others made sure to end with its life. It wasn’t too quick, but quicker than Valkyon expected. You all happily celebrated the dead of the creature and saved some of the prisoners from there. But a loud thump echoed through the walls of the cave, causing some stone grains to fall from them. The cave was deeper than you all wanted to realize, as the darkness covered its length. But a pair of shiny, green eyes, looked at you all through that darkness. Then three red eyes, then some other eyes from various colors. Those eyes seemed to be getting closer, accompanied by the big bang that appeared to be coordinated footsteps. The darkness seemed infinite as the creature, or the creatures, got closer and there was no sight of it yet.

The fear settled on everyone’s bodies. Even Valkyon was paralized. You all expected one creature, which was already big. But there were more.

And another bang was heard, and finally the sight of a giant paw that crushed over one of your mate's body without any compassion. That paw was the size of the creature you previously killed. It was so close to you that you could feel the air moving your hair and clothes from the raw movement, even the scent of blood and the bitter scent of the creature. The silence lasted for a while until the panic got the best of the prisoners and some of your mates, which ran away while they yelled.

Valkyon started yelling orders to retreat towards the base, staying on the entrance of the cave to make sure everyone exited. You and some others were paralyzed from the panic. The whole cave was trembling. And the thump of the steps was covered by the cave starting to collapse.

Valkyon tried to look out for you, seeing that you were left behind as the rocks fell. He yelled your name as loud as he could. And you heard him, but you were completely blocked. Even more when a rock fell right on the only path to get towards the exit. Valkyon started punching the rock, then using his sword for it… he could still see you through a small gape, “Darling, please! Get here quickly, run! Run right now!” he kept yelling.

Just when your brain started to proceed stuff, you started to run towards there. But what could you do? Climb the rock? It was pretty useless. Valkyon’s tears started dropping at the impatience. He ordered the others to help him, “please, help me break this! Darling, try to be safe in there!”

And Valkyon, along with some mates, tried to break the rock. He looked once again into the gap, seeing you run towards him. His breath was very heavy, his heartbeat quick, and just when you were about to reach the blocked entrance, everything started to slow down. A wall started to collapse, and he saw your body slowly getting trapped under all those heavy rocks.

Valkyon had to get dragged back towards the base to escape. But he was very shocked. You were crushed by all those rocks without any mercy.

From this moment, his nights were spent overworked to avoid his thoughts or drinking beer along Ezarel and Nevra as he cried about everything that happened. His chest was constantly heavy and whenever his mind got random thoughts of you, he had to go cry in an empty spot.

The day he died, he laid down on the floor with a little smile on his face. His eyes looked at the blurry ceiling, as he thought that since that moment he could go with you and spend the rest of your time in heaven with you.

After you both were resting god-knows-where, the residents of Eldarya made a sculpture of you both together. It showed Valkyon holding you as you held the crystal from Eldarya, both with that sweet smile you both had.

LEIFTAN

You got ill. Very ill. It was one of the things you didn’t really think about when you got there. What kind of virus would they have? What kind of deadly poisonous stuff could you accidentally touch? And you certainly find out when you went to such a wonderful, exotic place in an expedition. The amount of vegetables, fruits and plants on the area were beautiful.

One of those plants was pink, purple and blue, a cute mix that called your attention. And it was strange for you to see. You crouched, touching it and getting disappointed when the touch wasn’t as soft as you expected. Instead, the tip of your fingers were numb after touching it. It was strange, maybe it was poisonous, you wondered. But you kept the healthy collection of fruits and vegetables and went back to the quarters, forgetting about that plant.

You washed your hands, hoping your fingers felt better, but you were in a rush and didn’t pay much attention to the fact that your hands did hurt.

Days went by, and your body showed random symptoms that you didn’t really like. So one night, before going to sleep, you talked with Leiftan about it. “Leif, three days ago I touched a precious plant. It was very pretty,” you started, calling his attention. He had that sweet, kind smile of his. “Oh, yes? How was it?”

“It was purple, pink and… blue,” and his smile started fading when you said that. He quickly looked at your hands, gently touching them. “My goodness… darling, I thought those plants…- shit, let’s go with Ewelein, now.”

You started to panic as he carried you to the infirmary, where Ewelein was calmly reading some papers. When Ewelein saw you both, Leiftan said a strange name you never heard — the name of the plant. And by the elf’s expression you could guess it wasn’t a good sign at all.

“See… this plant was supposed to be extinct years ago. It brings a certain illness no one can cure,” she explained to you. She started looking through your body, finding symptoms that made you three lose the hope when seeing that it was more advanced than you’d think. Leiftan held his tears, but couldn’t be compared to how scared you felt. You were going to die and it was a countdown.

You stayed the next days on the infirmary rather than on your own since your skin started showing pinkish bulges and scales you’ve never seen before. You felt weaker, and you lost your appetite and thirst as days went by. Leiftan was almost always there, searching ways to make you feel better, both physically and mentally. He stayed there all the night, awake, holding you on his arms. He tried everything. He tried to make you drink a potion of healing, he tried to place a warm towel on your skin to make those symptoms fade away…. But it was completely useless.

During those days, you both cried together, shared your last good conversations and lovely words. You both drew together, did some creative things he definitely would keep for himself to remember you.

One specific night you asked him to sing to you, as you were sleepy and wanted to fall asleep to an angelic melody. And who else could it be other than Leiftan to be angelic? No one. So he gladly started singing, his hand caressing your scalp. You closed your eyes and smiled weakly, yet affectionately, his voice massaging your ears with the best melody ever.

But you started to hear that sound fading away, your body feeling suddenly light and how you finally could sleep. A soft, content sigh left your lips unconsciously. His hand no longer massaged your scalp as he kept singing, his fingers pressing your neck gently to take your pulse. His melody became shaky as he slowly started to break down. That was what he feared the most. “Sweetheart, no…” he whispers, embracing you with such delicacy as if you were made of crystal, his tears falling on your face. It was going to happen at some point that week, but it was hard to accept it.

He filled his room with some details he had with you to remember you. He spent some nights looking at those details with a sad smile, caressing them. He was glad, though, that you were no longer in pain.

During the first nights, he had a very hard time finding some kind of comfort, placing his not-dominant hand over the spots you caressed on his body when you were cuddling. He lost his soulmate.

He was more vulnerable than usual, constantly zoning out and not being too careful with his work, as he usually was. Leiftan got a strange behavior from that moment, feeling very melancholic and shutting down the moment he saw something that reminded him of you. And whenever there was an event in the streets of Eldarya, his sad smile appeared, looking at the sky at some point and mumbling “are you enjoying this too, sweetie?”

You’d be his angel, proclaimed by him. An angel who’s always watching to protect him and fill his heart. He didn’t know if it was true, but it was the only way to fill the loneliness he felt.

LANCE

Everything was in peace since the day you returned from the crystal and Lance had no longer the intentions to hurt anyone else. Instead, he regretted everything he had done and wanted to show that he changed, that he didn’t want to hurt anyone at all.

He was currently happy with the life he had there. Even though he had that inner guilt of what happened with his brother that you perfectly were aware of. Lance compromised himself to protect you at all costs. He was terrified of losing you and felt like you were the only one who genuine forgave and understood him.

One night, you went out with some of the other guardians to do guard in the forest and the beach, having fun through that time. Lance was doing guard on the quarters meanwhile, not quite worried of anything happening because most of the nights until now have been safe.

Everything has been fine for you all, but an ambush changed everything. Shadowy creatures, specters from another dimension, appeared out of nowhere. And they weren’t simple enemies. They didn’t seek to fight, only to devour the life essence of those who stood in their way.

You fought with everything you had. You stood your ground as your companions fought as they could. But the enemy was relentless, so the easiest way was to escape. When you tried to flee to warn the others, one of those shadows slipped between your ribs like an icy edge, stealing your breath. Your energy was slowly drained, your skin lost its color, and your body fell limply to the damp grass of the forest. It was a direct and painless death. You didn’t even realize what happened the moment the shadow crossed your body as if it was used to it. Your open eyes reflected the moonlight, but could no longer see anything.

The guardians went towards the quarters, warning about the incident. Lance heard hustle and quickly went towards the main spot of the quarters, seeing your team but not you. “What happened to them!?” he grabbed one of the guardians from the shoulders, shaking him with impatience.

“T-they… they weren’t too fast to escape…” he mumbled, looking at Lance with regret and sadness. Lance said nothing, he merely stood, jaw clenched and knuckles white from the force with which he clenched his fists. His eyes burned in rage, in denial and devastation. He must be lying. You couldn’t be dead.

There was no way he could express the guilt that was burning him alive. After losing you, he got drowned by himself into that darkness of constant guilt, of constant self-destruction. He failed you and wasn’t going to forgive himself for that. He didn’t openly talk about that, instead, he got distant from everyone. Mathieu was there to try to comfort him, but Lance was so cold during the first days that accidentally hurt the young man’s feelings. His answers were colder, his impatience shorte.

Whenever he heard your name, his heartbeat raised to the point he had to leave or practice the deep breathing skills to not break down there. His heart was weak to you, and more now that he didn’t protect you. He never mentioned your name even if you were always present on his mind. He saved that memory as a testimony of his failure.

If he had goals before, now he just followed orders without questioning them. Not because he believed in them, but because he didn't care. Life became a succession of empty days, in which he did what he had to do, but without emotion.

And sleeping… sleeping became a punishment. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw you. He remembered you, smiling, on his arms… until the moment of the news returned. Until he found himself crying and apologizing all loud to your ghost, if you ever watched him.

Was he able to continue with a normal life? No. Or at least, not in the same way as before. He went on living, because death was not an option. But living ceased to be meaningful. He never loved again. Not because he couldn't, but because deep down he felt he didn't deserve it. Over time, he learned to carry the guilt without it consuming him completely. He learned to breathe, to move on without letting the pain paralyze him. But there always remained in him that emptiness, that shadow that would accompany him until the end of his life.

MATHIEU

You both decided to take a night walk where you’d be talking and having fun until you both were tired enough to keep your path. Eldarya was certainly a curious and gorgeous place. But it was also very scary how many creatures lived there, which humans’ didn’t believe in, were normal species in Eldarya.

And it was terrifying how many species you both didn’t know.

The walk went well until something, a shadow, ripped you from his side, making him get suddenly surprised. When he heard your scream he ran after you, his heart drumming in his chest. His breath turned to mist in the night air. Following you until you were still, standing at the edge of the black lake, your clothes damaged from the creature’s claws. The creature was with you. It had no face, only a throbbing void where its eyes should be. Its bony fingers dug into your arm, making you squirm in pain, the fear not allowing you to scream.

“No!” he yelled and lunged forwards, but it was as if time just stopped around him. His steps became heavy, his prosthetic leg failing and his other leg feeling truly heavy. The creature bowed its head, as if studying him with amusement. Then, with a slow, cruel gesture, it brought its other hand to your chest. You gasped. Your back arched as if an invisible force was tearing at you from inside. Your lips parted in a soundless whisper, and then, your body turned to ashes. You didn’t even fall. Your body was no longer a material on this world. You simply vanished, as if you never existed. Mathieu screamed until his throat did hurt, running towards the creature and taking out his sword to attack it. But the creature faded in the shadows, disappearing into the whispers of the forest. And he was left alone, with the echo of your name on his lips and emptiness in his soul.

Even explaining it to someone else felt so unreal, so strange. What if no one believed him? But when he told the others about what happened, they were truly aware of the existence of this creature. He was slightly mad. Why didn’t you both know about it? Due to the lack of knowledge you ended up dead. Worse. Turned into ashes!

That was one of the most cruel deaths he has ever seen. And he spent nights wondering why would that creature do that. You didn’t deserve that, and he wanted to seek revenge for you. He missed you at every painful second that he could stand.

He spent so many nights waiting in the forest to see if there was a miracle and you came back. He had very tiny hopes of you appearing once again. But he saw you fade into ashes… you weren't coming back. He was in denial.

He forced himself to be happy for his friends and the children that constantly asked him to play games with them. But there was a notorious trail of sadness in his eyes. There was no brightness as before. It was all forced.

He was constantly around Lance so he could distract himself, but nothing could save him from those thoughts.

What hurt him the most is that you didn’t complete most of your life goals. You were so young. That’s why he decided to complete them for you, except those who were too personal or those which included him. He couldn’t marry you, have children… but he’d be loyal to you until his death. He is mentally married to you, and his children would be your favorite pets. He’d take care of them, talk to them, sometimes ranting about how beautiful their other parent was, and how you'd be taking care of them since up there.

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