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wayward-mikaelson · 4 years

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Centuries--Four

Word Count: 2715

Pairing: None

Characters: Reader, Dean, Cas, Sam, Hezekiah, Maggie,

Summary: Cas and Reader see the flashback of the Reader killing Maggie and also learn that the Reader was working with Hezekiah to bring Michael back. Having the knowledge that only the angel she worked with can help her, she leaves the bunker without the boys.

Disclaimer: Language, Panic Attack, Lying, Blood and Gore, Character Death

A/N: So sorry this one is out late. It’s been crazy busy at home and I wanted this to be perfect.

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FLASHBACK

I walk out of the cabin while cursing Hezekiah. He didn't want to do anything to get his self righteous of an angel ass hands dirty. So he sends me to his bidding. Something that I'm happy to do if it meant seeing 'him' again. Other times I'm not so up to it. Not many people know I'm alive so I try and make my outing short and brief. I've contemplated dying my hair but never really gotten around to it since most of my errands end with me covered in blood or a nearly broken bone.

I toss my bag into the back of the car and get into the drivers seat and start my trip from Texas to Kansas. I don't make too many stops unless it's for food or to quickly use the restroom. This is going to be one of the trickiest errands I've had. Hezekiah needs something from Lebanon. From the bunker. I know that bunker like the back of my hand and knew where there were secret passage ways that led to rooms and such. As long as they weren't there, everything will go smoothly. If they were there, well, I'm going have to cross that bridge when I get there.

I park in a well hidden spot away from the Bunker and head there on foot. Part of me wants to run into them and see what they have been up to. Maybe he has moved on. Maybe there is a new woman in his life that can make him smile the way I used to do. The other part of me doesn't want to run in to them because I know it will complicate the thing I'm doing with Hezekiah. If he has moved on, it certianly will complicate things with the other woman.

"Focus," I tell myself. "Your only mission is to get the blood and get out."

I hear a twig snap in the distance and it raises the hairs on my back of my neck. I slowly draw my small blade and turn around. There isn't anyone. Must have been a deer. I turn back around and there she is. Standing there and making my job a little less complicated. I slowly put my blade away and approach her.

"YN?" The look on her face is disbelief. Her eyes look me over a millions times before I get a foot away from her. "Is it really you?" The smile on her face pulls at my heart strings. I thought I could do this job but, I don't think I can. "Oh...my...fucking...God! It is you! Everyone will be so happy!" She throws her arms around me and hugs me tight. I return the hug as well. I miss her terribly.

"Maggie," I say her name and feel the heart strings pull harder. I almost just say screw this thing Hezekiah has going on but, I dont. "You can't tell anyone." I pull away from her.

"Why not?" Maggie asks looking confused. "Dean has been miserable without you and Sam," Her voice breaks a bit. "He's broken up seeing his brother like this. He stays up all night most nights making sure Dean doesn't just off himself."

I feel the tears start to form in the corner of my eyes. I hold them back though. I can't let her see that this effects me. I can't let her see that I miss him with everything in me but he wouldn't understand this. He wouldn't understand that I also need to see someone else.

I lick my lips and sit against the nearest tree. Maggie follows me. Part of me wants to scream for her run because of what I need to do. But again, I don't. "Did you and Sam ever hook up?" I ask her. I need to change the subject away from him.

Maggie blushes a bit. "We've talked about going out but, ever since we burned your body..."Her voice trails off. "There has never been a perfect time. I mean he's kissed me a few times but that's about it." Good, I think. That's really good but, also so very terribly sad. "What have you been up to and when the hell did you get back?"

"Some months ago," I smile a little. My hidden hand fumbles with the blade at my side. I need to make this quick. "I'm working on brining Michael back."

"What?" Maggie exclaims. "Why would you do that? He needs to stay in that crystal at the bottom of the ocean!"

With one quick, swift, and fluid movement, I slash her throat with my blade. "Because I need to and you're apart of what we need to bring him back. Blood from his world."

I watch as Maggie holds her throat, trying to keep the blood from spilling out. But the would is too deep, the blood seeps between her fingers. I take my camel back and open it and shove her bloody hand aside. I let as much blood spill into the bag as I can. I see the look in her eyes. Surprise and betrayal linger. She's gasping for air and as she does more blood spills out and down her neck and into her shirt.

When I'm satisfied with what I need and gently lay her down on the ground. I sit with her as she struggles to breath. Struggles to talk even. The light in her eyes start to fade. Her breathing slows and she stops talking. She's dead a few minutes later and I let a few tears fall. I lean over and close her eyes.

"I'm sorry," I whisper. "I needed to do this and I couldn't let you live."

I get up and angrily pull out my phone. I hit send on Hezekiah's number and it goes straight to voicemail. Damn self righteous, feathered ass dick needs to pick up the phone when I call. "I got your fucking blood, you asshole," I angrily say into the phone. "I hope your pompous dickless ass is satisfied." I hang up and shove the phone back into my pocket.

END OF FLASHBACK

I gasp for air once I am able to focus on everything in the room around me. I see Dean lean up off the door. Worry takes over his face. I feel Cas's hand slowly move from the sides of my head. I'm sure surprise is on his. My breathing is picking up and my body is cold and shivering. So many questions are running through my head right now but I need to process what the fuck I had just seen. What I did. Sam is never going to forgive me. Sam is most likely going to want to kill me if or when he finds out that it was me that killed Maggie. Actually there is no 'if' he finds out, it's only a matter of when he finds out.

"Untie me," I barely get out and yank at the binds that held me to the chair. Dean is moving but for some reason he's moving slow. "Fucking untie me, damn it." I scream and thrash around in the chair. Deans soothing words echo in the room as he quickly unties me. The binds come undone and I get up and sink against the nearest wall. I hug my legs to my chest and squeeze my eyes shut. My heart is beating hard in my chest. The tears are flowing

"What the hell happened?" Dean asks Cas. I can hear the worry in his voice "Did we get the answer we need?

"Yes," I hear Cas say. He sounds like he's catching his breath too. That must have taken a lot of energy. "And then some."

"So, tell me what happened," Dean demands. More from Cas than me.

I open my eyes and see Dean is kneeling next to me, staring at Cas who is also trying to process what had happened. What I did. Cas looks back at me and I have that 'oh shit' moment again. I take a deep breath and take Deans hand in mine.

"Dean," I say swallowing hard. He looks at me. The worry that he wears on his face makes me not want to tell him what happened. But I need to. I hold his hand tighter. "I killed Maggie. I killed her to bring Michael back."

I feel Dean slowly pull his hand away. I know it's not at the news of me telling him that I was the one who killed Maggie. It's at the news of brining Michael back. Dean knows about the connection Michael and I had. He knew of the dream like sex Michael and I had. This must feel like an absolute betrayal to him and I don't blame him for feeling that way.

"Cas," Deans voice is almost a whisper when he speaks. "Are you able to go back in? Tear down the wall so we can know more?"

"No," Cas says. "My energy was nearly drained. Something was pushing me back. And no I cannot tear down the wall. It is an angelic wall of protection used to keep things out once a traumatic even happens. So maybe when YN woke up covered in blood the other day. The angel that put it there has to be the one to remove it."

"Then we find that angel," Dean stands up and starts to walk out the room. "That wall needs to come down so we can know more about if Michael is back." He turns back to me. I see some hurt in his eyes and I hate myself for it. What other horrible things have I done?

"I'm sorry," I choke out.

"I know," Dean looks away from me. My heart hurts even more but, I brought this upon myself. "No one speaks a word of this to Sam. He can't know about this yet." Dean leaves the room leaving me with Cas.

Cas walks over to me and helps me to my feet. "Michael is a huge sore spot for Dean. It is a part of his life that he wants to erase. So hearing that he could or is back...just give him some space."

"So it has nothing to do with the mark or the dream sex?" I ask wiping my face of tears.

Cas shakes his head. "Dean knows that Michael only used you as a pawn in his plan."

I fake a smile. "Okay."

The rest of the day is slow. I spent more time in my room that I wanted. Dean doesn't ignore me at all. He checks in on me and makes sure I'm doing okay. He makes sure I have water or soda or even a strong drink at hand and some food to eat. This eases my mind some. Dean even tells me that he isn't mad about my past with Michael. Just that we have to deal with him again.

The real reason why I'm in my room is that Sam is back at the bunker and every time I saw his face before retreating into my room, I saw Maggies happy face when she talked about Sam and then I would see her lifeless face. The blood that slowly flowed from her neck. I knew that I couldn't face Sam without him knowing the truth.

"So when should we go after this spineless dick?" Dean says in my doorway. He's holding a six pack and a box of pizza. He looks so attractive right now. Any girls dream come true. I remember first meeting him, he was the kind to have multiple one night stands. Then slowly those stopped and eventually he somehow started to chase me and I guess death wouldn't stop that.

"I honestly don't know," I pat the spot next to on my bed and Dean waltz on in. Its a lie and I don't want him knowing I already have a plan in place. Dean cracks open two beers and hands me one while I get myself a slice of pizza. "The more I want to know what else I've done the more I'm scared as hell to find out." Now thats the truth. I want to know but freaked the fuck out that I could have killed another human to bring Michael back.

"Whatever we plan," Dean takes my hand and kisses it. For someone who claims he hates the romance part of relationships he does that part really well. "We are in this together."

"Together," I repeat.

After a few old crappy movies, Dean is out. His soft snores tell me he's already in a deep sleep. I pick up the beer bottles and pizza box and stuff them in the kitchen trash. I make my way back to the room and stare at Dean sleeping there in my bed. I could lay next to him for another hour but I know I will pass out and I wouldn't have another opportunity like this again.

Taking a deep breath and swallowing hard, I pull out a duffle bag and start to shove clothes and stuff into the bag. I sneak to Deans room and throw a few guns in another bag. I head back to my room and leave a small note for Dean propped up on a glass of water. I lean towards him and kiss his forehead. I hate to do this and it kills me but, I need to do this. To protect Dean.

I make my way towards the kitchen again and grab a random set of keys to the many cars in the bunker. Just as I was about to walk into the bunker garage, I run right into Sam.

"Hey there," Sam steadies me. "Dean says you haven't been feeling good." Then he notices the bags I carry. "You're leaving?"

I scoot pass Sam without making any kind of eye contact with him. I can't look him in the eyes knowing what I did. "I have a lead on how to get my memories back. I'm going to check it out."

"By yourself?" Sam asks. "Dean told me that Cas tried to access your memories but you have a very strong wall up. Only the angel who put it there will be able to take it down."

I decide to turn around and look at Sam. He doesn't know and he looks at peace right now. "I have to." I adjust the bags on my shoulders as they are starting to feel heavy. "It deals with Michael and I don't want Dean to be apart of this because of Michael. We don't know if his body will get hijacked again." Thats a lie, I remember that dream I had on the way to the bunker where there was vessel like thing in the room with a dreaded hair man. Maybe that's Hezekiah.

"Well let me come with you," Sam suggets.

"No," I quickly say. "You can't. You have to stay here."

Sam stares at me. I can tell that he's trying to figure out what's going on. I can see the red flags that he sees. "Something happened that Dean doesn't want me to know, is that right? I can tell in your eyes that you're freaked out."

I lick my lips. "A memory he doesn't want you knowing about just yet."

"What is it?" Sam asks firmly.

I take a deep breath. Dean is going to super pissed at when he finds out that I told his baby brother. Swallowing deeply I say, "The memory that Cas was able to pull out from me was me killing Maggie."

As if it were in slow motion, I see Sams face fall. I watch the color drain from his face. Sadness, pain and anger replace whatever emotions he had on before. He just stares at me and I see a small tear from his eyes. All I want to do is hug him and tell him how sorry I am. But I know nothing i do will be able to make him feel better.

I quickly turn on my heel and rush to the garage. I throw my bag into the car whose key I chose and was on the road in less than ten minutes. A minute later my phone rings. I look at it and see that it's Dean calling.

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varian-the-unstable-alchemist · 3 years

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Dont ask for context. I just wanted to post this so its in one place to share-

Regular text was written by me, and italicized text was written by @purple-steven ‘s mun

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Varian groaned, his mouth was dry and it felt as though his head was splitting open. He went to rub his eyes before he realized.... right. He was tied to a chair. At least it was a chair this time. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but it was better than being hung from the ceiling by his wrists, which was what he had woken up to last time. He didn't try to struggle. He knew it wouldn't help. He held his eyes closed, mentally assessing his body. He was mildly disappointed to find he still only had on a thin tank top that was far too big for him, the same worn trousers, and a small tight-fitting metal collar. Everything else had been taken from him. His gloves, his boots, his goggles, even his binder. Gone. He didn't know how long he's been here, but by how long his once sleek, but now matted and tangled hair had grown he could tell it had been at least two months. Anger had long since bled into despair and he held little hopes that he would ever be released. That he would ever see his friends again. His brothers and sister. He should just forget them, he wasn't going to see them again. He only hoped they weren't still looking for him.

Everything ached, but the lack of open wounds was proof enough that he had died again. After a few moments of deep breaths, which felt like he was inhaling shards of glass, he opened his eyes. He was met with the same dark stone room that his eyes had long since become accustomed to the light level of. Andrew was sitting in the corner of the room. His emerald eyes shining in the darkness. a smile slipped onto his face when he saw the ravenette was awake. Varian had no energy to react at all, so he just gazed at him with empty eyes. Eyes that had been glazed over with hopelessness since he realized there was nothing he could do or say to make Andrew let him go.

"Good morning sleeping beauty" Andrew whispered as he steadily made his way towards the bound alchemist. Time had no meaning anymore. It could be morning, it could be night, he didn't know.

"What should we do with you today?" Andrew continued when Varian gave no reaction. "Maybe I could give you a treat and take you outside...? Leaving you in the ocean to drown a couple times could be fun..."

Varian knew Andrew was only playing with him. He already knew exactly what he was going to do with him. He always did. Andrew reached up and took his face in his palm with a gentleness that didn't fit the situation. Varian instinctively tensed at his touch but resisted the urge to jerk away, knowing it would only result in pain. "I think we're going to do something a little different today... Im sure you miss your friends, right?"

Varian didnt respond, but he repressed a whimper of pain as Andrew's grip started to tighten.

"Right?"

" ...y-yes..." Varian rasped.

Andrew smirked, releasing him and starting to walk towards the door on the far side of the room. "Well, how about we send them a message?"

Varian looked after him and he entered it and came out with a video camera. Varian's breath caught as he started setting it up in front of him and he realized what he was planning, a look of fear breaking through the wall that had been built to protect himself. The video camera was old, the kind that used a VHS tape. Well, to him it was new, as he was from the past, but it was old compared to the kind of technology this current time period has. He shook himself out of that train of thought. He needed to get himself out of the habit of analyzing everything he sees. Alarms went off in his head as soon as Andrew turned it on, setting it on top of something that was about on his head level.

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There was a package left outside the library. Nothing special, just a brown cardboard box with a red ribbon wrapped around it. There didnt seem to be anyone around, and it was probably left there sometime that night

Lav was still searching for Varian, he's so worried, he hasn't been able to catch any leads or anything... He hasn't even been sleeping well, he was going out for fresh air. But he noticed the package. He grabbed it, opening it quickly, he's got a bad feeling. Mysterious packaging is always a bad sign.

Inside was a folded piece of blue clothing, after further inspection, it was obvious that this was varian's hoodie. It was ripped in places and bloodstained. Underneath the hoodie was what looked like a cassette tape, where there's supposed to be a label, there was just a smiley face that looked like it had been drawn with blood by a finger.

Lav was... Staring at it, shaking, racing to the living room and pushing in the tape, turning it on. He needed to know what had happened, he needed to know where they were.

The video started, and a dark room flickered into view. In the center was Varian, tied to a wooden chair with thick ropes that look old and worn. He was pale and dangerously thin, his once beautiful blue eyes were clouded over and he was trembling visibly, despite the low quality of the recording. He was wearing a black collar around his neck, there were dark purple bruises blossoming on his wrists where he was tied too tight than necessary and his hair was quite a bit longer and hung in clumps around his face. The tank top he was wearing was thin and far too big for him. He looked cold. He gazed at the camera with a look of despair and fear, tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes.

Lav was shocked at the sight, he wasn't sure how to react. He was mad, he was sad, he was feeling the weight of guilt. He had let this happen. He had died, and he didn't stop Andrew. He was close to the TV, far too close than he should've been, and he was scared. Scared for what was to come.

"Something wrong?" Someone out of frame asked, and varian's eyes flicked from the camera to a point slightly above and to the left. "I thought you would be happy to be given a chance to talk to your friends again... hmm... that reminds me. who should I give this to? What about the hybrid you call your "older brother"? I bet he would love a chance to hear from you again..." It was obvious that whoever it was was smirking, just from his tone.

Varian opened his mouth for a moment before he hoarsely whispered, "...lav..." at a volume so low it was only barely picked up on the tape, his eyes going out of focus for a moment.

"VARIAN!" He was shouting, banging at the TV. God, what was he doing? He knew he couldn't get to him, he was too late, he needed to search for something, anything that would help him get there. But he couldn't look away from the sight. He felt sick, watching what he felt was a younger brother of his being this bruised and battered. He wanted to help. He needed to help, he's let this happen for so long...

The voice chuckled and stepped into view, walking over to stand sightly to the side and behind varian. He was immediately recognizable as Andrew. He twirled a dagger between his fingers as varian started at the camera in fear, frozen, not knowing what to do. Andrew leaned down next to varian's ear at the same time he raised the dagger to varian's neck, pressing the cold blade against his pale skin and whispering just loud enough for it to pick up on tape.

"Nothing to say? Not even a hello? Come now, dont be rude...."

Varian visibly swallowed before repressing a sob and choking out, ".. H-hello lav..." His voice was raspy and hoarse.

Lav was shaking the TV, unaware of the tears that were streaming down his face, coughing with the tears choking him. He could only watch, trembling with anger towards Andrew.

Andrew smiled in satisfaction and drew the knife away. Only to drive it into the flesh on his right lower arm, smiling wider as varian let out a strangled scream, tears streaming down his face as he instinctively tried to jerk away. Anderw gripped his upper right arm in one hand and his jaw with the other, forcing him to look at the camera. "Go on, ask for help. Beg for him to find you, tell him where you are so he can come to your rescue. You know this is the only way he'll hear you. I'll reward you with a quick death this time...."

"Varian, please, hang on, please... Tell me, tell me..." Lav was desperate, looking at him in the eye, trembling more the more he stared. He could see the pain in his eyes, he could see the tears well up, he let this happen...

Varian was trembling harder now, the dagger still protruding from his arm and the hopelessness and despair visible in his eyes. He closed his eyes and shook his head to the best of his ability, but cried out again when Andrew tightened his grip. Starting to yell what andrew wanted, just for a bit of relief "aAAAAHH! I-I dont know where I am! L-Lav.. im scared..." he choked on his words. "p-please.. p-please help me, please I-"

Andrew drew the knife out of his arm and plunged the bloody dagger into varian's gut. Varian's eyes widened for a few seconds before he gagged, doubling over in pain as tears streaked down his face, his body shaking feebly. Blood dripped from his mouth as he looked up at the camera one last time with an expression of agony. "...l-lav... please... help me...."

Lav didn't know how, he didn't know, he had to find him. But there was nothing, only darkness and a chair, a bloody one too. He needed to find him, he had to do something, he needed to find him at any cost. And he needed to kill Andrew. He had to, otherwise he'd be doing this forever. He just stared, he felt overwhelmed with guilt and anger, his hands clenched in to fists as his eyes stayed fixated on the sight. God, he felt sick.

The broken alchemist let out one last sob before his energy drained and he slumped forward against the ropes. After a few seconds, his ragged breaths followed. Andrew slowly pulled the knife from varian's body, brushing his hair out of his eyes and smearing varian's blood on his face. He stepped towards the camera, obscuring varian from view.

"You wont find him. This I can guarantee" He whispered before the screen flickered to black.

Lav just... Stared. He's not sure what to feel. Andrew... god, he... he should've been stronger, he shouldn't have let this happen. Now, he had to make this right. It's his fault after all. He knew was he had to find him. No matter what it takes.

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moonlightperseus · 4 years

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👉👈got a tog question for u. How do u feel about,,,,,booker/nile??? Bc I stumbled on one fic w them and my brain went 'oh yes u like this think about this for a hot minute" so like,,,,,opinions go? Actually opinions on booker and his potential redemption arc

hmm, im gonna be honest, i really... don’t vibe w booker and nile romantically. tbh i really dont vibe w booker having any dynamic w the guard as anything but Bastard Younger Brother energy. (okay, technically for nile it would be bastard older brother energy but at hearts hes just permanently bastard younger brother! At all times!) i also really dont think, in the state he’s currently in, him trying to pursue any romantic relationship would be healthy? before he can have a steady relationship, he needs to have a steady relationship with therapy. (the only booker ship that im not a hard no on is booker and copley and thats just because thinking about that as a concept Amuses the Fuck out of me. i saw that it was a thing i think on ao3 and i just, lost it. shoutout to whoever first saw these two depressed bastard men and went ‘you know what! they should kiss’ for fueling my amusement! though my stance that booker needs therapy before he can be in a healthy relationship here doubles again bc honestly dont think either of them are... in anyways ready to enter a relationship, they’re both clearly Not Over the deaths of their wives, but thats another subject lmao.)

as for booker and a potential redemption arc: i want it! i would very much like it! it really goes to show how fucking good of a movie (and how great matthias’s acting is!) that i still have a deep love for this bastard man and i really do hope he gets to grow and heal and learn to find joy in life again! im a BIG fan of the concept of booker and quynh learning to heal together and becoming very close (again, in a sibling-like manner.) i do think that it would be... a poor choice to turn booker into a villain, because it is very clear that his choices were made from grief and not from genuine malicious intent. and while i dont think the current course he’s on is going to be helpful to him healing, (therapy! get therapy! sir!! therapy!!!!) i can’t see it leading him to being resentful to the rest of the guard/becoming evil.

klasg i dont know if any of this is coherent bc it feels very rambley and def like ive gotten sidetracked, and has also reminded me that i need to finish my booker & quynh fic that i started forever ago. and also that i apparently have several thoughts about booker

#me @ booker: [marge simpson voice] i just think he needs therapy!#parabatai tag #booker #the old guard #spookystarfield #abby replies

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edge-lorde · 4 years

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hp update: its been a long time, boys. ud think that with this plague outbreak id have more time for shitty phone games, and ud be right! however, the time i normally might use to make tumblr posts has been taken up by reading lotr orc fanfiction non-stop for at least 1 full month. id still be in the thick of that obsession even now if only the fics would update. that is how i find you today folks, for the first time in many weeks i am staring at a screen with nothing to do. so come with me friends, theres no better way to fill the soulless void we are all in than reading a nice long tumbler post.

disclaimer, first of all, a lot has happened, i prefer to keep these updates as plot spoiler free as possible but do to extenuating circumstances i feel like it is necessary to say, [SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER BELOW]

that rowan fucking died,

i wont say exactly how, but i will say that her death was animated as were animations of myself and a few others reacting to our friend fresh corpse. obviously meant to be serious moments but the animations made it seem almost comical.

i saw at least one post going around right after this update that was like ‘how could the game devs do this to us..... how could they hate rowan so.... this is punishment from on high’ and its like.... u guys do know what a story is right? the events of a story are not typically done to punish less faithful fans, im pretty sure they were planning to kill rowan off from the beginning. this isnt disney im pretty sure the writers are not writing each chapter the night before its released by popular vote.

that little “are we drifting away..?” scene with rowan makes more sense now. there was a bit in one of the scenes where the kids all reminisce on rowans life and the mc talks about it being the last real one on one time they had with rowan. a nice bitter sweet moment. i dont hate this turn of events. its a good reminder that actions have consequences and we are way past they days of “should i wear a hat or scarf?” its YA time now.

i did manage to take 1 screenshot from this time, i had commented that before that when rowan said she didnt have many friedns that barnaby seemed to be hanging out with her without be there as a friend buffer and here was his reaction to her death:

;_;

the funniest part in all of this however, was of course cedericks reaction to rowans death “but she was so young....” LOL fuckin RIP.

lets see... what else.... i forget a lot of what happened but i think there was a time sensitive quidditch event in there somewhere? if so i dont remember it. what i do remember of the quidditch pals is that im gonna play beater now, skye is being weird and cagey about it, andre is involved.... the others are there.....

sidenote, i love the shitty b characters they throw in to be like yes you know this person but no they are not cool enough for u to even think about befriending. the first one of those is face paint kid, and now we have another, who is a former beater girl with horrible bangs named bean who didnt go to any classes for a whole season so she could just play ball 24/7 and got kicked off the team. this is a character who only exists to provide an explanation as to why there would be a beater position open but i love them on principle.

right now im in the midst of another time sensitive event, this one is a bother-your-brother-at-work-day event where recent hogwarts graduate bill weasley is bullied by myself and his younger brother charlie into letting us go with him on one of his curse breaking jobs.

so for those unfamiliar, bill works for the magical bank of england.... and his job seems to be “retrieving treasure” for said bank. in the books, there is a bit where he takes his family on one of his trips to egypt, where his job seemed to have been tomb plundering indiana jones style for the posterity of the english bank :X. i wont explain here why thats bad but its bad.

the game devs however in this instance, at least SEEM to be doing what jkr couldnt do by attempting to salvage what is left of gringotts bank and form it into not a super shitty implications factory run by horrible jewish caricatures. bills mission is to retrieve a goblin made artifact that was taken by dragons, so no going to foreign countries to steal things from other people! only going to a dragon reserve to rifle through animal nests. they even appear to be providing us with a likable goblin character, egad!

my hope for this event is that we get a plotline about how maybe, goblins arent shifty human haters for no reason, and in fact they hate magic humans for very understandable reasons, like being forced to go into hiding with the rest of the magical world even though only the humans wanted to do that, and maybe despite running the bank in england they still dont have a lot of political sway in the world of wizards and witches, and have to rely on the faith that said wizards and witches wont fuck them over at every turn, even as they see how they treat other non-humans, such as house elves, which they desperately dont want to end up like. and maybe they DONT only care about gold... maybe thats a human stereotype based on the fact that theres a long history of humans not respecting goblin ownership customs.... which i could get into..... but i wont.... i just....... very badly dont want them to suck ;__________;

i know i said its ok to still like a piece of media as long as you recognize the problems with it, and i do, but once this game is done im gonna stop hp posting all together. ive been feeling more and more uncomfortable making these posts lately.

GENERAL GAME NOTES; theres been some new layout changes and such.

most notably the stairs screen has been changed from a bulleted list of all locations to a screen with tiles picturing an image of each location along with the name + icons of all classes at each place. there is one additional location that is new and yet to be unlocked, and the dragon reservation is appearing temporarily as its own tile as well. i prefer this method of getting in and out of a temporary location to how they did it with car during the last christmas special. the stairs icon also now stays in the corner when you scroll through locations, allowing you to open the stairs menu without scrolling all the way back to the left.

they also moved a few of the buttons down into the lower left corner rather than the left side & combined the story button and sidequest button. they added a little camera button as well, just like in the dormitory, that makes all the icons in a location disappear and look better for screenshots.

the daily special add offer thing now has its own button in the top right corner of the screen, and idk if i mentioned it before but now there are daily challenges that appear in the sidequest screen that offer small rewards for completing 3 tasks per day + a better one if u get all 3. the prizes are things like 4 energy, 75 coins, 3 monster food. the better rewards are usually either more coins, 8 energy, 3 gems, or 1 notebook. i think that it does all the different color notebooks but i cant remember for sure if i ever saw the gold one up as a reward. i like this addition in any case. if you dont pick up ur reward by the end of the day, the next time u log on it will force u to stop and accept them, and if one of the rewards is energy and ur energy bar is full, it does not seem to stack beyond the bar so watch out.

the character stats page is now more zoomed out so you can see your full character instead of just from the waist up. no change to the leaderboard. rowans face in the friendship roster is now a still black and white image that says ur friend may be gone but friendship is forever u-u.

rowan has been removed from all classes. in the classes where the minigames involved her, those minigames have passed the mantle onto other friends in the class. in potions that person is now liz helping u find stuff off the shelves and in tranfiguration that person is badeea. bless these girls for helping mc get through it. touched my heart.

theres been a few fun little “i know u have more free time now so uhhhh have some energy” prizes like they do sometimes when they dont update on schedule so thats been nice. just a few days ago they gifted us 3 gold notebooks the same way. :O.

theres also been a few instances of a energy happy hour where for a limited time energy takes less time to refresh. normally it takes 4 mins for 1 energy to do this but during happy hour its like 2:30 mins. :U its all very interesting.

and that will have to do it for tonight my friends, ill do a post for the dragon event when its done because i do like it so far and i do like getting to bully bill with charlie.

until next time, remember.......

#hp #harry potter #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #bill weasley #goblins #charlie weasley #sirius business #rowan khanna #rambling #Thoughts #so sorry im still making these posts #i just want to see them through to the end now

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halsey-nicolette · 4 years

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Die a Little, To Survive || 26/12/19

“We won’t be long, I promise. And we’ll only be at Rose’s ” Ashley pressed a soft kiss to her friend’s forehead, smiling as he embraced her middle as to say goodbye. She smiled a little unsure to her husband as he scooped up the carry cot, reaching out a hand for her daughter’s.

Sitting staring at my watch I can't tell if it's morning or midday or evening

Dom’s eyes flicked between the clock on Ashley’s wall and the front door. He felt like pacing - no, racing - around the room just to burn a little of the energy away that bubbled inside of him. He felt wired - anxious and highly strung. He felt excited and elated- like all he wanted to do was sing at the top of his lungs. He got up, made another drink of coffee and stared at the door. They shouldn’t be long now.... “Dakotaaaaa!” The second the girl walked through the door Dom screamed, hopping over the back of the couch to scoop the girl into his arms, spinning rapidly on the spot with a squeal. The eldest of his friend’s children squirmed and shrieked in delight at the game, her mother watching a little concerned. They screamed for hours, almost wearing a track into the carpet as they raced each other and played spinning games and exercised around the living room.

They were exhausting to watch, but even as the girl grew tired and cried for a cuddle from her mother, Dominic continued to pace the kitchen, his fingers tapping and his mind humming as he looked for the next thing to do.

He couldn’t wait for the morning to enjoy the girl’s company all over again.

I’m tryna get to sleep with the lights on ‘Cause I am confused and I’m frightened

Dom tossed and turned in the bed, a quiet whimper leaving his throat as he clutched at the sheets. It’s not real, it can’t be real, what the fuck is happening...? He groaned as he closed his eyes tight before kicking the sheets away in frustration and sitting bolt upright. His eyes darted wildly around the room, his hands fumbling for his mobile to pull up his flashlight. A quick scan around the darkened room caused him to sigh, swinging his feet from the side of the bed to plonk himself on two feet.

Two feet on the ground. Just like normal. Nothing was wrong here. Just like normal.

Only it wasn’t normal. Not at all. A tightness around his chest reminded him that he was not normal. He hadn’t been in a long time. He could hear things, see things around him...sometimes they weren’t there at all. He felt powerless and powerful at once, each state wrestling with the other until it threatened to tear him apart - from the inside out.

He headed over to the wall to switch on the light, winding an arm around his middle as he spun on the spot, scanning the room another time before heading back over to settle back on the bed. He was tired - more than tired- the last few nights spent sleepless through the constant and prying thoughts that there was something in there with him. It was all in his head, only sometimes he was sure that it wasn’t. Sometimes it was real.

I’m tryna get to sleep with the lights on I dont understand this on my own

It’s here. But what is it? No- It’s not real. Relax. What is wrong with me? What is happening in my head? What the fuck am I becoming? Has it always been this way? Will it go away? Am I okay? Help. Help. Help me. Fuck. I can’t take this shit.

I'm just a messed up kid With sewn up lips I can't take this shit I need to exist

Tears prickled in his eyes as he tucked his legs into the oversized hoodie, staring at his bedroom door as if to will it locked forever. He knew Ashley could let herself in- William and Dakota too- after all, it was their home. But he also knew they’d be gone a while. It was about time that they showed off the newest member of their family.

The newest... Little Theo. Dom loved the baby, loved how small and in love with him the couple were. He loved how protective and cautious his parents were... But the anger and snapping... Ash had always joined in with his elation. She had humoured him and played games and even dashed away to join him on stage for a night. But now, now she was a new mother...She had changed. She wasn’t his girl anymore. She hated him - he could tell. He needed to get out and find his own life and his own family... She was scared of him. He could tell. He didn’t blame her, couldn’t blame her. Things were following him...

He felt numb but on fire at the same time.

He wanted to scream but couldn’t find the energy....

He’d miss his friends, but he needed to be born again.... And the only way to exist was first to die....

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“Andy.” Awsten tried to keep his voice steady as he propped the phone between his ear and his shoulder, pressing a cloth close to the wound spurting blood. “Andy I need you find Nicole or my dad or anyone... Please. I can’t get a hold of uncle George’s phone and I don’t know what to do. Tell anyone, but you can’t tell Ash.”

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Awsten checked his phone and screwed up his nose. Still nothing from Dom. He was starting to get worried. He’d invited him over twice now, to receive no answer at all. He wasn’t sure if he was more concerned or pissed off, but something niggled in the back of his mind. “Hey, I’m gonna check in on Ash’s friend, yeah?” Awsten leaned up to press a kiss to Andy’s cheek before tugging his jacket on and heading out of his dad’s place.

“Dominic? Dom?” the young doctor called out as he let himself into his brother’s apartment, looking around with a slight frown. He knocked at the main bedroom, rolling his eyes at the fact that he knew the couple were enjoying roast at his dads. They’d told him Dom was feeling under the weather, but something wasn’t quite settling right in his mind.

“Dom? It’s Awsten? You around, buddy?” He hummed, heading to knock at the guest bedroom door. “Dom? FUCK- Okay. Okay...” The sight of the pistol in the younger boy’s hand stopped Awsten in his tracks, his hands slowly raising up to show he wasn’t trying to hurt him. “Its me, you know me, yeah?” “Go away Go away Go away. They’ll hurt you. They’ll hurt us all... I just, I need to leave the along - I’m dangerous, I’m going to hurt Kota and Theo and Will and Ash.. Please, please just go away?” The boy sobbed, his shaky hold on the trigger enough to make panic swell in Awsten’s chest. “Please, please. Just, just put the gun down?” A shot fired. Awsten yelped and flinched, his hands flying up to his ears momentarily. A clatter and the younger boy collapsed to the ground, the gun in his hands colliding with the floor and skidding a distance away. “Fuck.. Fuck Dom!” Awsten practically launched himself at the crumpled form, his hands thumbing to dial the first number in his recent calls before scrambling to find the damage done. “Stay with me, stay with me Dominic...”

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arisalty · 5 years

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i’ve been here the whole time singing you a song

This one-shot was made for @notveryglittery , whose birthday is today, so Happy Birthday!

Tbh I planned the basic outline and wasn't even going to introduce quite a few characters but I did and I went with it - I hope yall like it :) As this is my first time writing Royality, any constructive criticism is accepted!

lowkey want to plan something else for this now but also don't want to set another target just yet as im a bit busy and dont wanna overload myself :/ yikes oh well

Dani, Happy Birthday! Enjoy this Royality!

AO3

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Roman had noticed a few things lately. One at the forefront of his mind was that Patton Heart was really fucking adorable.

Of course, nobody could know of this. If anyone of his friends found out he would be screwed.

Yes, his whole friend group were gay (or ace, or bi, or pan or nonbinary) disasters, but they were also incredibly good wing-people, with a high rate of getting two people dating -- and Roman didn’t want to ruin the naturalness of their friendship.

And worse he couldn’t let anyone know that The Emperor had a crush. And by extension, that meant that he couldn’t allow his crime-fighting partner (and asshat of an older brother) to find out; Virgil’s tongue was always looser when donned with the costume of Poison Shadow. And the city would be in an uproar of the thought of The Emperor liking someone romantically- and if it ever got out who it was, it would put Patton in serious danger.

But Roman couldn’t help but notice the little smiles Patton gets when talking about some of the animals in the shelter he volunteered at, or the ways his eyes light up when he gushed about the heroes of the city.

The way his open gaze instilled a feeling of trust.

And dear lord it was not helping the gay mess that was Roman Kingston.

“Alright, shithead, what’s up with you?”

“I tell you and I’m doomed you insolent sloth.” The owner of the monotonous voice shot a glance at the prying sibling.

“Right. That’s really fucking useful to know.” Dripping sarcasm; the asshat was not only prying but also getting annoyed now! Yay!

“Oh, piss off. Let me be a disaster in peace.”

The elder stood, shaking his head, before walking to the other edge of the rooftop they were perched on.

“Hurry up! Today is a sparring day.” Virgil, seeing Roman making no attempt to move, pushed forward with his mind, pushing the darkest shadows up until they were able to slap Roman across the face. “Come on, idiot. The night isn’t gonna last forever!”

Grumbling, the man in his late teens stood from his position on the edge of the rooftop, reluctantly turning at the end of the roof, with sarcastic jazz hands at his sides.

And just like that, they were sparring. Virgil completely flattened The Emperor in 3 separate rounds before some sense seemed to be knocked into the dramatic hero’s head. The furious flashes of light and dark clashed throughout the area, silent except the heavy breathing of the men, and the jibes thrown between the space between them.

It was another while before they were tired, as their sparring took place at least twice a week- they needed to stay in shape even over their sports and workouts.

Roman sat on the edge of the rooftop next to his brother, slowly regaining his breath.

When the villain attacked, it was not appreciated by the two teens. They were tired and generally unwilling to have to use their already exhausted powers. Their fighting was lacklustre and they took any moment they could to stop and perch off railings or on rooftops.

Flashes of light across the night were brief but would warp the situation, allowing shadows, viscous as ink moved away in slow patterns, stalking the villain until finding it’s perfect time to strike, pushing the villain backwards, dragging them forwards then dropping them off the edge of the building.

Yet the villain didn’t waver in power. At a mere flick of fingers, the Emperor fell backwards, barely left any time to make a platform for him to stagger onto.

How were they going to get this person then?

“What does your immoral soul bother us with, foul villain?”

“Oh, nothing really. I was just bored, so I decided to mess around with these powers I earnt the other day.”

The pale blue light of the moon offset by the warmer glow from the Emperor's hand gave enough light to see fangs flash under the mask that covered the upper half of their face.

“Why set about destroying the city, fuckwad? Why not just, I don’t know, sleep, like a normal person?”

“Ew, no, sleep? That drains me more. Plus, don’t we all need to have a little bit of chaos in our lives?”

Roman could feel the eyes rolling in his elder’s head.

“What the fuck about us two says put together, dipshit? We’re fucking disasters!”

“My fair partner has a valid point. We are fucking disasters ,” Roman eyed the inky lattice forming under the villain's feet for a second before he continued. “We’re both messes of human beings in general- have you seen his room, it's an atrocity - and my room has far too much stuff that I am far too attached to get rid of. Then there's the point that we’re both doing this along with studying for school which in itself drains your energy and the final point is, well,”—the smirk thrown his way by Poison Shadow was all he needed—”We really aren’t all that dumb.”

Poison Shadow ripped his fist upwards, the shadowed lattice folding and bending around the villain, as the Emperor reached out and began to set the still fluid shadows. The cage kept the villain in, and finally, the villain showed some kind of emotion; fear radiated from their composure; arms wrapped around their torso, fist fiddling with their cloak edge, shoulders up to their ears.

Roman pitied the now much smaller opponent. Ego and expectations of power high in their mind with newfound strength ruled their minds. The Emperor turned away, patting Poison Shadow on the back as went after he silently checked his brother was okay with dealing with him.

As he crossed the bridged gap between buildings, he heard his brother’s cry, and then he felt himself flying backwards over buildings, body limp as a rag doll as his brain tried to comprehend which was up or down or the sky or ground. Once he finally stopped moving, he found himself winded and bruised and somehow not broken- though he felt it- on a balcony. With a very familiar curious face peering down at him.

Patton. Fucking. Heart.

It was his luck, wasn’t it? He’d get thrown about like an unused toy to be left in his worst state on the balcony of one of his favourite people in the world.

“Oh my goodness, are you all right? Is anything broken? Do you need some water, food, comfort?” The stream of babble poured from Patton, his pale blue eyes wide with worry, both searching his body to analyse for damage and keeping eye contact to calm the disorientated hero.

Thank goodness these powers strengthen my bones and skin.

“Uhm… I think… I’ll be,” The Emperor was interrupted by a fit of coughing, which he dealt with but rolling onto his front and slowly making his way to his knees. “Actually, could I, uh, have a glass of water.”

Patton nodded earnestly, and even through the lingering dizziness pounding in his mind, Roman could make out the curls of Patton’s hair reflecting the cool blue of the moon. The smaller figure retreated into the building, just as Roman felt a buzz in his pocket.

Pulling out the smartphone, he huffed at the once again smashed screen to read the text he received.

Very Early Womb-mate - 11:35

-- sorry dude didnt see that coming

-- dick had us fooled into thinkin he was subdued

--you went flying tho, it was kinda hilarious

-- i got it handled, he’s trapped until police arrive

Me - 11:38

--oh ok

Very Early Womb-mate - 11:39

-- u ok? Or do i need to pick u up

Me - 11:40

-- nah it’s cool i landed on a classmates balcony, just a bit dizzy

Very Early Womb-mate - 11:40

-- cool, dickwad, dont reveal anything

Me - 11:40

-- bold of you to assume i would

-- k byeeee xxx :)))))

Very Early Womb-mate - 11:41

-- :/

Patton returned, carrying the glass.

“I’m so sorry it took me so long to get back, my parents were wondering what happened and I figured you didn't want to be crowded so I just made up a lie and then they got me to do a quick job and uh— here.”

Roman took the drink, downing as much of it as he could, before stopping to try and stand.

“Tough villain, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess. I was knocked back ‘cos I was caught off guard. I thought Poison had got them - he was inside a huge cage, you see - so when he lashed out again after being subdued it surprised us.”

Roman looked over the city wistfully. The sky was clear and the air was fresh, with little to no breeze. Roman took this time to notice that Patton was wearing only his pyjamas and a zip hoodie thrown over the top.

“Do you need to help Poison Shadow then? It looked like you were thrown far.”

“Nah, Patton, he sent a few texts to say he handled it.”

Patton nodded in understanding, before cocking his head sideways.

“Wait, you know me?”

Shit.

Roman ran through his words and cursed at his loose mouth.

“Uh, oh yeah,” Roman coughed out, scratching at his neck, unconsciously picking at the skin. “You, uh, go to the same school as me. We’re in the same year, actually.”

You’re oversharing! The voice of his brother rang out in his head.

“Wait, really?”

God, Roman absolutely adored the way Patton’s eyes lit up, the tiny specks of green almost glowing in the natural light around them. Anything else and Roman might actually die on the spot. He just thanked his younger-little-dramatic-shit self and wanted to hide his and Virge’s faces from the world - at least Patton wouldn't be able to see his glowing red face.

“That’s so cool! I could tell you were a teen, I didn’t realise you were like, that close to me!” Patton waved his hands about excitedly, and that’s it. Roman felt like he was melting into a puddle. His friend was so cute, and he just wanted to hold Patton to his chest and treasure him and spoil him with cakes and serenades and movie nights.

Roman somehow managed to keep talking for a while, but he was going to go insane soon. He just wanted to give Patton a hug, goddamnit !

They were shook from their conversation by the door opening to reveal Declan Heart, whose eyes flew open at the visitor Patton apparently had.

“Oh my god, Logan, come out here,” he hissed out of the side of his mouth, mismatching eyes darting from the sheepish look on Patton's face to the city known hero on his house’s balcony.

When Declan’s twin cast appeared in the doorway, Patton waved, somewhat cheery, opposed to Roman’s more fidgety behaviour, his skin prickling under the gazes of the two older twins. He had only met Logan on one occasion, and he was intimidated, to say the least.

“Suprise!” Patton giggled, with jazz hands waving at his brothers, very different from the delivery Virgil would have given in this situation.

“I knew that there was a lie somewhere in your excuse earlier!” Declan’s quiet exclamation made its way into the silence, but this just made Roman more uncomfortable under the blank stare he was receiving from Logan.

"Well, I had to because otherwise, this ," — Patton waved at the group they had formed around the hero — "would happen and the last thing that needs to happen after being thrown really far and being bashed about is being crowded. Plus, this was my lucky day." Patton giggled, throwing a wink sideways to Roman, and oh no , Roman was a mess. He felt like spontaneously combusting while gripping his heart and dramatically dying on the floor where he stood.

Yet the only reaction to this was somehow a brief panic before a smile broke out and Roman was able to laugh along a bit.

"Patton, why, might I ask, did you conceal this from both me and Declan? I understand your point on crowded-ness but you also know of our fascination with the heroes and our possible future career paths."

Logan's words made Patton look down guiltily, revealing that Logan's words were true, but he fiddled with his bracelet on his wrist before looking upwards towards the elder twin.

"Because... Because I didn't want to?"

Patton then frowned, looking almost... angry. But not towards anyone- his gaze was at the floor, more as if he was angry at himself. Logan let a smile slip onto his lips, the same teasing smile once Virgil managed to wind up Roman.

"Valid reasoning. I know for a fact my excuse would be more or less the same."

Patton brightened up again, but Roman didn't have a chance to admire him again as Declan had burst out with an exclamation asking for an autograph.

This whisked away Roman's attention for a while, ending up in a selfie with the three with his magic glowing through his veins for proof of authenticity and various things being signed as well as a note Roman felt obligated to write to the Heart parents for their (unknown) hospitality.

He even got all of them to make a small piece of memorabilia for him to keep to remember them should he not be able to visit them again. Logan gave a small origami gift, Declan a yellow feather. In Patton's case, he had to think for a few seconds before his face absolutely lit up. He rushed a tiny, absolutely minuscule potted cactus, the plant itself being about the size of his thumb, to roman, with the most adorable and sincere face.

"Here! Take Ophelia - I grew her myself. That being said, it's probably best you don't have a feel of her , she's a bit prickly!"

A groan rumbled in Logan's throat at the pun, contrasting the chuckles from Roman and Dec, followed by the all too familiar buzz of Roman's phone.

Very Early Womb-mate - 12:56

-- What the FuCK you ass?? its been an hour or so what the fuck is taking you so long?????

-- mom's gonna start to freak, u need to get home as soon as u can

-- idiot

Me - 11:56

-- aksdflaksdhfkljkj what the fuck i lost track of time heck i'll get home asap

Roman shoved his cracked phone into a pocket and grinned sheepishly.

"My brother has warned me against impending doom known as my mother and her lectures if I don't return home soon. I thank you all for your lovely donations of memorabilia and allowing me to stay. However, it is nearly 1 o'clock and we have been out here an awfully long time. Farewell, fellow humans!"

Roman turned away, climbing over the railing and forming a golden step of light in front of him.

"Ah, right, that reminds me. We were sent up here to make sure you hadn't fallen asleep up here Patton. We got sidetracked though. Come on, Pat." Logan chimed.

As Roman was leaping away over steps made for him, he could faintly hear Patton respond about watering 'Candice' and 'Bobby', which he could assume were plants, before heading inside.

Roman luckily escaped with his hide when he managed to sneak in through the window just in time before his mom burst in, looking for him. He used the excuse of being on his phone as a reason for being awake - which did admittedly get his phone taken away - but at least he wouldn't have to listen to a rant.

And as he settled to sleep, he was caught up in thinking. Remembering. Adoring.

Yes, Roman was a mess, but at least tonight he could sleep easy after the beautiful image of Patton in the moonlight, playful glint in his eyes; him holding out a tiny cactus supplied with a pun; his excited face once he realised something interesting.

It wasn't much, but to Roman it was everything.

#i haven't added the italics on here #oh well #my writing #birthday gift #notveryglittery #dani deserves the world #royality #roman sanders #patton sanders #ts patton #ts roman #ts virgil #brotherly prinxiety

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she-toadmask · 4 years

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So the post I literally just reblogged I didn’t feel like rambling in the tags and making a mess for anyone looking for something else

(Fuck I went on forever under the cut this goes everywhere fast)

Before Sword and Shield came out, during their hype season, I had this really silly fic idea where 3 girls that were kind of versions of myself and also kind of not (like one of them was going to be Asian at one point which...I have no idea why it just was what I was planning, if I did it now they would be all as white as my indoor ass) would just suddenly be in Pokemon and it kind of went between being Galar and not being Galar

The youngest was kind of mostly an Ash expy, just really quick to do things and really energetic and excited; the oldest was just this very serious girl who was very strategic and stern and did not agree with the middle; the middle was just kind of...not exactly my depression but just way less into all of this and was kind of just following because she didn’t have anything else to do.

I thought of it again recently and thought about how their battle styles would be different if they were doing the gym circuit, though how the middle got in and what her starter would be (kind of thinking she would end up with a Blipbug somehow and I had another Pokemon in mind but I don’t remember what it was) because the young one would get Grookey because energy and loud, Hop would have Scorbunny because fire type like Leon, and the oldest would have Sobble and I eventually decided the other day when I was thinking about the idea again that it was because she had done copious amounts of research and decided that Inteleon had a battle style close to what she wanted to do. The young one would just go head-on into battles like Ash does because young and dumb, she would just be super enthusiastic and a little performative, and she would get team members just the way most people do, just encountering a Pokemon (or sometimes getting a fun interaction with energy n shit) and now they’re part of the team. The oldest would be super strategic and, instead of just ramming into the problem with the most force she could like the younger, would look at more detailed strategies. Less ‘spam your strongest move and then also do the anime style shit’ and more ‘strategic planning based on the species’ strengths and the opponent’s style and team’. She would look for strong Pokemon and have what she wants in mind before catching. The middle just...I haven’t really gotten her thing down yet? I know she just kind of catches Pokemon who seem to vibe with her on an emotional level (hence Blipbug, starts small and nervous and then ends up pretty dang cool, I think another was a female Kirlia who wanted to evolve into Gallade but couldn’t so she gave the Kirlia a necklace with an Everstone and helped Kirlia train to fight like a Gallade and there’s a bit of a theme with self-acceptance and growth but idk) and she more just kind of goes with the flow in battle and tries to just get the vibes n stuff. She’s the least likely to dynamax of the three, though if I were to watch the recent anime I might get a different idea. The story would be from the middle’s perspective (probably third but still focusing on her) just because she’s not as enthusiastic about all this as the others are and is just going along because it feels like that’s what she’s supposed to do. None of them really nickname their Pokemon probably, but the middle probably has unofficial nicknames like calling her Kirlia ‘kid’ a lot of the time, but that isn’t really a thing so much as I thought it would make sense.

I don’t know most of the stuff other than at the beginning the youngest rushes off to meet Leon and get her starter and the oldest is not too long after, but she doesn’t bother to wake the middle one up so the middle one doesn’t get a trio starter, hence the likely Blipbug partner. The youngest apologizes but is too excited to really talk too much, the oldest is just rude like ‘well you should have gotten up then.’ Also in the mines, the oldest and youngest split off to explore or look for Pokemon, but the middle just wants to get through and rest so she encounters Bede. There has to be an encounter later on when Kirlia should have long evolved if she was going to, and Bede is kind of mocking about it and the middle just wipes his team with Kirlia because that’s just a dick move. Also middle at some point when they hear that Bede beat Hop in a battle and just ruined his self-esteem, the youngest challenges him to a battle, the oldest probably is acting as ref, and it’s the middle one who goes to find Hop and check on him and stuff. If I were to actually write it, there would probably be some really good talk about living up to expectations and stuff and it doesn’t fix everything but it makes Hop feel less like he’s a disgrace to his brother.

There would also probably be more plot ish stuff? Like Rose actually doing bad shit? And I can tell you that the fact that the region is so linear can totally be spun as a control thing and I can pull back in that pre-release (and sometimes still in some content I’m certain) theory of Rose rigging matches so Leon would go undefeated. Otherwise we just get the gang calling him out on his bullshit with the 1000 years away, but both is good.

In the same vein of Pokemon fanfic but totally unrelated, I had some idea about a human from our world dropping into the Pokemon world and the thought about durability. Like in the anime we regularly see Team Rocket getting yeeted with the twinkle and they’re right as rain next we see them, and the number of times Ash has gotten shocked or burnt or whatever is absurd, so Pokemon world humans have to be way more durable than we are. I just had the thought that the human dropping in would realize that everyone is way more durable than they were and just try to avoid battles and stuff as much as they could because their body just can’t take the beatings that some trainers take. And like they would have to try and figure out how to dodge the fact that they’re always so distant from Pokemon when they aren’t calm and stuff. A tackle that might just take the breath out of a Pokemon world human could break one of their ribs. It was just a weird idea I had once.

Pokemon isekai again, I was thinking at one point that if I were to go into Pokemon I probably wouldn’t want to be a trainer or a professor, like I had these ideas of what I might do instead that was still really positive and involved Pokemon. The more wishful one was me being basically a crazy cat lady except with Eevee and the kids in the town would get them as starters. Aside from the Eevee themselves I would have a Flareon, an Espeon, an Umbreon, and probably a Leafeon. Flareon and Leafeon being the parents of most of the Eevee, and Espeon and Umbreon being accidental friendship evolutions before I started giving all the Eevee Everstone collars to prevent more accidents. The other was also kinda wishful but more feasible probably and was just like me being a berry farmer. (I just found my notes so I can give the Pokemon I wanted: Eevee because it’s my favorite Pokemon and it’s small and cute, a Tropius because neck fruit and also can reach berries and help harvest, a Flareon to cook berries apparently, and a Squirtle to help water and harvest.) Super wishful stuff and it still resonates, despite the fact that I’m even less active now than I was when I first thought of this stuff. I just want to have a nice peaceful life with nice Pokemon and be able to just be calm and happy. Yeah some evil team might try to destroy the world or something, but more often than not, someone comes along and helps out.

Unrelatedly my friend said the other day when we were talking that if we were to move in together in an apartment because we’re best friends and it’s cheaper to live together (also it wouldn’t be dating because even if she does turn out to be bi her girl type is buff girls and I am a twig) that she would cook and I would bake and just the idea of us living together and having stable jobs and having a cat if they were allowed and just...it sounds so nice and so many things if I think realistically like my current mental health struggles and the US being a dumpster fire and the pandemic and the US being fucking insane it just feels like it couldn’t happen and it’s just

(IT GETS REALLY BAD BELOW HERE JUST A WARNING SERIOUSLY ITS REALLY BAD)

I want to be happy but it feels like I can’t do that and I have so much shit piled up that I have to do and my medicine isn’t doing what it did at first so I guess my body got used to it like how people can get caffeine tolerance but ive had it less than a month so idk am i just fucking up that much it just fucking sucks i just wish i could stop having to worry and just live in a hole with my safe corners of the internet and my video games and a couple people online to talk to so i dont get too too lonely and just im not doing well and college is bad because my depresso is being super bad now and tonight i feel like im wasting my parents’ money because im just not doing what i need to do to exist as a student and it just feels like too much and i dont want to do any of it anymore

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perfectionistincrisis · 7 years

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Longest post ever. Keep Scrolling! Look away!

About my brother leaving. Now there are two sides to it. One is how he is so young & he will move so far away & has to take care of everything. He has to study first of all, which is the main thing. And this in itself is a whole new experience. Starting university & facing all the pressure & tight schedule & deadlines that come with it. And to top that all, he will move to a new country. An entirely new place he has never been to & one which is very very very different from the country where he was born & raised & literally spent entire 18 years of his life in. Now whether this is the lifestyle & culture & religion we are talking about, or just the weather. You name it, & it's something different he has to face. Let's go back to studies. The ‘studies’ part, is totally acceptable! I mean it's his responsibility. No one will or is expected to do it or help him with it. This is totally on him. He has to figure it out himself. If he needs help, he needs to look for it. If he has a problem he needs to find a way out, or deal with it. The idea of having an elder sibling or family to help you with your studies, i believe, is totally absurd when someone is moving to university. At school, it might be ok but when someone is starting uni, cmon, I think it's time to stop already. Let them grow up on their own. You can't be wiping their ass for them their entire life. Not to mention, everyone has their own share of responsibilities, their own affairs to handle. Everyone of us are struggling everyday, to build our futures. And NO. This is not selfish. This is our responsibility towards ourselves. We owe this to ourselves, and no, you are not in any way, supposed to expect anyone to actually help you deal with your responsibilities in life. So with you share of duties, is it really selfish to focus on your affairs & prioritize them? & also what good will you be really doing by helping someone? How much of someone else's responsibilities can you own? There will come a point where you’ll have to leave them on their own except that now you've already spoiled them and they'll be more lost than ever. So yeah, plus i'm not even studying engineering so anyways i couldn't do much or anything at all but even if i could have, i really never liked the whole concept of doing it in ‘uni’. I have such a strong opinion about it seeing my cousins and other people. Meaning, it's not just me randomly thinking about it and commenting but i rather did always have such an opinion about this matter. So yeah that's the only ‘okay’ thing! From now, things are changing. Now, let's talk about the end of everyday! When he comes ‘home’/ dorm room. He doesn't come home to anyone. Whether it is your siblings being lame and stupid, or your parents being in a fight, or some really good day where everyone's happy and laughing - you're not getting any of it. Is anyone bringing you food? Cooking for you exactly what you eat? No. When are you going to bed? No one cares other than you. Who’s making sure you wake up and don't miss class in the morning? Who’s making you breakfast? Filling your water flask? You buy your food if you have time before class. Such a good day, just 3 classes and you're home by 11. Who do you go home to? Yourself. Weekends? .. Nvm But we are only trying to provide the best future for him. And i can NOT disagree to this at all. Not even for a second. Since almost a year, my dad & my mom has thought of everything & every tiny thing that we will need for him. Whether it is the fact that winter clothes are sold in shops during winter and winter in ksa was 6 months ago, so keeping that in mind and shopping for him things which is just too hard to get in the shops right now cause it's totally summer rn over here! Or whether it is something more serious like meeting all the different formalities to apply for a visa. And shopping for him all these months. Making lists of everything he might need. Things like plate, glass, things like rugs, things like brush, toothpaste, things like pillows, bed sheet, things like laundry basket, warm gloves, things like rain coat. Like you name it, and it somehow is something he actually needs. Also, we are so concerned about providing him the best. I think all my life, a part of shopping included looking at the price tag and seeing if its a good bargain. But now, suddenly thats not done anymore. Anything he touches (which is very little btw) & anything we choose for him (which is like every single thing we see), its just getting the best for him. Its like theres this thing in our heads. Like this is it. My brother hardly gets anything for himself. He is kind of different. So we are just getting him all these stuff because once he goes there, he might not get it for himself. And even if he does, us getting something for him now will be the last time we are doing so. Cause from now on he'll do his stuff himself. So like i was saying. We are only trying to provide the best future for him. And i can NOT disagree to this at all. Not even for a second. And this is a stage that comes in everyone's life & we can not and should not run from it. This is the right thing to do in my brother’s case. Everything till now has gone so smoothly Alhamdulillah. But it still doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. Especially when i think of my mom. I get the whole idea of how it's the hardest on the moms. In fact i have even witnessed many moms crying & breaking when their kids had to leave and all. But. This is different. I am talking about ‘my mom’. I respect all mother’s love, i do. But about my mom; unless you live under the same roof as her, you will find it impossible to believe how much of her heart & soul & energy she invests on our family. For which, I will be forever grateful & will consider myself blessed. I will never be able to start and finish talking about her but let me mention some interesting stuff! Let's start with me! So im 21. And i don't do my laundry (none of it at all), i don't vacuum (the house or even just my room), I don't iron my clothes (never did), I don't clean the dishes (not even my own plate or glass or water flask), I don't clean my room (the furnitures & stuff) & interestingly, i don't even know how to make tea or coffee (unless it's those sachets you get, but i just use them at uni). TADA - Mom does all of that for me. I don't remember the last time i did ‘any’ of the things i mentioned. I can't say i never did any of them though, but it was only for one of the 2 reasons: 1. I was younger and mom got angry with me maybe & she’d punish me by making me do it OR 2. I voluntarily offered maybe cause it was vacation and i wasn't lazy & stuff (btw this vacation, i'm totally lazy, i never offered or did anything) So like i said, i don't remember the last time i did any of it. Infact, to TOP ALL THAT, mom makes sure of all my ‘excess’ needs too. She pays so much importance to them. Like, my diet. Diet - meaning the food i eat. Now regardless of whether im trying to lose weight or not, i totally dont like asian food, more specifically, all the daily food cooked in a bengali household. I dont like ‘curries’. I prefer ‘dry’ food. It doesnt matter what it is. Chicken, beef or veggie. If its a ‘curry’, im not putting it in my mouth. Curry meaning the whole making it liquidy with all masala & stuff. And i ‘especially’ hate chicken curry. I also dont honestly remember the last time i ate it. And i am NOT exaggerating but i stopped eating it like way back in grade 11 or 12. By chicken curry, i mean the MOST REGULAR meal in almost every bengali household, more like an EVERYDAY meal especially for the kids. And it works for my bros too lol. But no way on hell im eating it. The reason is, this is one food ive been eating since i learned to ear and then after around a pretty 13 to 14 years of eating chicken curry i had to say NO one fine day xD xD Ok now i have 2 phases: one is the normal daily phase where unis going on and i'm stressed and all i eat is junk food, or maybe something not junk but has to be all delicious or maybe sometimes i'll consider eating healthy and want some classy salad and stuff. Mom always has to prepare a different meal or me. Then she has to prepare something else for her and dad too cause chicken is kids stuff and also mom does not eat chicken at all if she is the one who cooked it so yeah. And then there's chicken for my bros xD On top of that, when im in the other phase where im trying to lose weight - Oh god. The whole menu of food changes. All green veggies and salads and stuff. All grilled chicken, grilled fish, grilled beef. She does all of that. Also. she THEN ‘decorates’ my food cause she knows i love taking pictures of my food. She decorates my food. She makes sure I like the plate on which she is serving the food; whether the plate will look good in the picture. She makes sure I get to take a perfect picture. If she gets confused about how to decorate something, she'll tell me to do it and ask me what i need. I mean man, who does that to a 21 year old???? I know i am spoiled! Now ^ i got carried away! All that is a small gesture of what my mom does for ‘me’. And i'm like her eldest kid. Like she actually thinks i can take care of myself ‘more than my brothers can’ Yeah do you see where i'm going with this? You can not imagine HOW much more she does for my bros, like ‘woahhhh’👌 I’ll just give one example for each bro. My elder bro - he never actually had to open his closet and decide on which dress to wear till now in his life!!!!! Yesss!!!!! Mom even takes out his clothes. Clothes. Every garment :):):) and keeps it ready for him to wear every time he showers, or changes, or goes outside :) and that's the one who’s already 18 and moving soon! And my younger bro - well he is kinda different. Like he is all concerned about his looks and he demands on choosing his own clothes from his closet and wearing them xD xD but then mom still feeds him lunch and dinner most of the day and he is almost 14 :):):) So yes. Idk how my mom is going to handle it. But what i know is that she is such a brave and strong and intelligent and amazing woman mashAllah. She is so hard-working & she puts aside all her sickness and pain & prioritises our needs, and our wants, even if theyre really stupid. And she means the world to me. And she is my number 1 person. And I can give up anything for her. Words cannot express how much she means to me. I once had to stay a night away from her during the 1st week of my uni in 1st year of med school. That was the night I actually realized how important she was to me. I was away from her and due to some circumstance I couldn't communicate with her. That whole night, i lied in bed crying & asking Allah to let me meet my mom in my dreams as I fall asleep now… Idk if I ever told that to anyone before, but yeah here it is. Ahhhh. God!!!!! Such a huge post wth man )@+%;’!(%)#!%(£))@!%!%) but Ughhhh I just needed to get it all out of my system! Hmphhh

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mariaantonnietta · 7 years

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Silver Captain Panlix

Long John Silver was scared only ofHook, and that maybe So, killipan is the best theory of ouat that I will forever weep for.

Now, because of course I wet to the tags, I fell in captain pan hell (such chemistry, goddamit, sand I dont feel bad because pan has all the control in this relashionship....still not gonna go for is rumple father thing, jaja, i totally ignore that because it ruins things for me (said, that peter is peter because he was not an adult, I can deal with grown up pan after he was pan, or, in the case he was an adult first, he would have forgotten everything about it, because that is how pan works....ahhhhhh, ok, out of topic) ), and found panlix, which fics are like, much cuter than I imagined.

Ok, now I started thinking that, if pan and hook were the same, and they both like felix, that would be an epic ot3.(actually and otp...), man I want to do a fic like that, AU of killian being peter having gone backto his home, Liam being actually his younger brother(but they all think he is the younger....man I love for this)....and well, I don’t know how it derailed in knowing that Long John Silver only feared Hook, and the out of the field idea that maybe silver could be a grown up Felix, the same way Killian was a grown up peter....and fuck me I am gonna write this, just posting ideas now.

Hook is still peter, so memory is stillan issue with him (actually, in this verse the two being sepatated is kind of what gives neverland energy, neverland being kind of meta-land for peter jones.)

Felix could totally have not the same deal but ended up like that due to OTL magic(I don’t like to spam that, but oh, well, why not)

And know I have this fucking pairing named Silver Captain Panlix., that I think only I will ship (again, why do I like this rare things)

But I will make something for it, someday

#OUAT #SILVER CAPTAIN PANLIX #CAPTAIN PANLIX #CAPTAIN PAN #KILLIPAN #KILLIAN JONES #PANLIX #I LEFT OUAT CANON A LONG TIME AGO #I MEAN A MIX BETWEEN BOOK #OUAP #AND MY IMAGINATION #PROBABLY A BUNCH OF GRAMMAR ERRORS #COMMENTS?

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ayestacksss · 7 years

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Depression

Depression is something I’ve been dealing with for years. I never thought about it when I was younger, I truly thought I was the only person that felt the way I felt. The constant sadness even when nothing in particular happened recently, the poor eating and sleeping habits, crying myself to sleep every single night because I was finally alone and could let it happen. The fear that things will never get better, and my haunting past. I was diagnosed with depression when I was 17, and the doctor herself even said she was shocked because I was so functional. I went to school and kept my grades up, I played sports, played drums, and even had a full time job. Those were ALL distractions. I did truly love learning, though, and good grades were solely a reflection of my love of learning, not my discipline or guidance at home. I loved volleyball. I loved playing drums in the drum line, and granted I hated my job but who doesn’t hate working at McDonald’s? Once these activities finished and my day was complete, I would sit and cry.. for hours.. and hours.

I was so distraught emotionally that there were times it physically hurt. It hurt to breathe, my chest would get tight, and my muscles ached. I got migraines often. I even had to go to the emergency room before because I was so stressed out, my heart wasn’t beating properly. There were times when the emotional pain and physical pain combined were literally paralyzing. My parents called me “lazy and defiant” when I couldn’t get out of bed in the morning. They called me a whore because I got a boyfriend who would pay attention to me because they wouldn’t. He wasn’t even a nice or good guy, but how would I know that when nobody ever showed or explained to me what is expected of a significant other? When my parents divorced when I was six, and my mom remarried an alcoholic drug addict who hadn’t worked in over 15 years? When my dad, the only reliable man in my life could barely remember how old I was? How was I supposed to know?

I try to find anything to blame my depression on. Oh, it’s probably genetic, I was bound for it before I was even brought into this world. Or maybe it’s the environment I’m in. You know, nurture vs. nature. In my case, it was both. I was already prone to it when I was thrown to the fucking foster care wolves. Growing up my entire life, I was surrounded by nothing but pure negativity. From a young age, I was told how horrible of a person my biological mother was, and I was taught to hate her. I was also taught that I was JUST like her. Growing up that was an insult, and in turn made me hate myself. My mom would scream in my face that I was “just like Christie” and “would never be anything more than she is”. I was told she didn’t love or care about me like a mother should. I was told she basically abandoned me and moved on to raise my little brother. This, for me, created not only abandonment issues but attachment issues as well. The way I looked at things was, shit, if my own mom can leave me, then anyone can. I attached myself and made myself vulnerable to all the wrong people, but could cut family off with no hesitation.I still act that way.

My parents were always so caught up in the high maintenance foster kids, or my stepdad was drinking until he blacked out and started saying shit he shouldn’t be saying and they would scream and fight. My mom would make me hide drugs and alcohol from her husband in my room at 14 years old. She dragged me into every adult situation I had no business being in and forced me to grow up way too fast. I was a caretaker for 6 or 7 other children, most of the time, illegally. I was a maid. I was a counselor to my mom. I was a chaperone to my stepdad. I was a nanny to my siblings.

My traumatic childhood mixed with harsh realities, tragedies, daddy issues. mommy issues, attachment issues, abandonment issues has made me into a woman that I am sometimes embarrassed to be. There are times when I AM TRYING TO LIVE MY LIFE and I can’t keep the tears in. My thought are deep, yet sporadic and negative. Today, I was feeling particularly down. I’m dealing with major relationship problems, family problems, and money problems. I decided to write some of my thoughts throughout the day to get them out of my head. On paper, I sound like a fucking crybaby but in my mind, I’m not just crying.....I’m screaming. I’m drowning but nothing around me will stop. In my head, I’m telling myself to pull it together, to keep a straight face. Don’t let your voice crack. Don’t let your face turn red. Don’t let anybody see you wipe that tear and definitely DO NOT let that tear fall all the way down your face. Here’s some of the thoughts I had today while I was trying to work:

“I want to go home and sleep forever. I have things to do. Things I WANT to do. They won’t get done.”

“The only thing that helps me think clear and calm is smoking weed. Everything makes sense... it makes me feel dependent though....”

“As bad as depression feels, sometimes it’s easier to succumb to the sadness. Let it take over. When you haven’t gotten enough sleep or simply don’t have the energy required to repress it, letting it eat me is easier.”

“Thinking of myself as ‘mentally ill’ is kind of embarrassing and a very hard reality.”

‘I wish I had someone who understood and could comfort me, instead of running from it or downplaying it bc they dont understand. But the guilt of putting that burden on someone else makes me feel so shitty I dont think I deserve anyone. I may just need to be alone forever.”

“I’m tired... and I’m tired of crying. I want to but it’s annoying. I can’t cry anymore.”

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soarinsora-blog · 6 years

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Adventure tales! Elex Sora, the warrior of light

CHAPTER 0: PROLOG

Hello world. My name is Elex Sora and this is my journal! Let's see now, we're first supposed to tell a little about ourselves in these, I am 14 and I'm the younger brother to my sister Chandra, I have always been a rather fast growing boy my father says, he's even the one who gave me this journal to keep all of my thoughts in order! He says that a great scholar is one who writes his theories down, I dont really want to be a scholar like him but my sister does, their actually in the study right now. Dad says the study is a free zone so aslong as we clean up we are always welcomed into the study.

Today I went into the pantry and found a rat, it was huge! I didn't know what to do so I found a wooden stick and chased it off, dad heard the commotion and ran in to see what was happening, when he saw I was chasing a rat with a stick he simply walked away and came back with a cage, I helped by chasing it into the cage, my dad is so smart!

Its been awhile since I last picked this book up, I really was childish all those years ago wasn't I? Well I'm 17 now and well I guess this book does have one important thing in my life, it was the first time I ever actually wielded a weapon, that was a real spark in my life since afterwards I tried everything I could to whack things with. My father disapproved of my actions and told me the blade is a brutes weapon and that the mind is thr true warriors blade, but I didn't see the mind work as well as a blade when someone broke into our house and I had to break his hand to stop him from breaking anything, no it was the stick I had been carving into a sort of maul for a few months now that stopped him from continuing, although I do feel a little sorry for the guy, i heard my sister talking with dad telling him how they didn't need to call the guard and that she would handle him, I wasnt sure but I swear I heard excitement come from dads voice, I feel sorry for whatever may have happened to that burglar.

I was right to worry! A week after Chandra took the burglar I've been hearing strange noises and noticing an increase in vermin within the house all focused around this wall, well I inspected it and found that it was a false wall, having mo idea what it was I went into its darkness and down a spiral staircase, there i saw something beyond .y eyes, I saw the dead covering nearly every foot of the room, the stench was horrid and putrid. What has been going on in here?! They were all seemingly caged and imprisoned so I explored abit, it wasnt until I came across a small boy, his flesh rotten away reveling the bone yet still moving, he looked up at me with eyes, expresionless eyes, eyes that will haunt me forever. When I turned around I saw both my father and Chandra watching me, Chandra had this biggest smile and staring straight at the child yet my father was watching me with his own blank eyes, these are the kind of eyes he'd get when watching a professor who came by to learn under him.

I was mortified by their reactions, they had no emotion towards this child, this child that was taken from its home, taken from its family, my family are monsters, I know this now, i can't live in this house knowing how vile my own family is. We have always been respected as a wise family but the truth is we are nothing more than putrid flesh willing our bones to move, I'm leaving this family, I'm buying a sword and going on a boat to somewhere else, somewhere without this dreaded family.

CHAPTER 1: DREAMSTRIDERS

I have arrived by boat shortly after leaving my families home, this entrance alone needs alot of explanation but in short I left my family in search of an answer, i want to know if what they do is normal, if everything even the kidnapping is accepted by society. Since I spent most of my life with my family I dont have any true answer to it, I just know that it feels wrong.

When I arrived I noticed a strange feeling in the air, it felt almost like my family was here but this feeling had a different feel to it, not an ever changing feeling but a leeching one, as if the town was surrounded by an invisible barrier that drains those on the inside.

I walked around getting a feel for the town, I hadn't noticed this before but it seems oddly dark for it to be in the late afternoon; there has also been many complaints from the residents of the town, I've heard of a priest in the tavern that is offering aid for the dreams, I'll find work for the day so that I can eat tomorrow and find out what he knows, perhaps my family has its fingers in more places than I thought.

Before I went to bed from the night, which was heavily overpriced, I met a strange elf who hadn't really spoken much, from the few words he did say he asked if I needed help, i told him that i would be unable to pay him but when i could I'd be leaving this town and travelling, he seemed excited by this and offered to be my companion, he told me that he was rather effective at healing and could deal some damage when needed, I agreed to this, now I have no money left since i had to pay for two rooms, I hope tomorrow is profitable.

When I awoke the next morning I found two large rats laying ontop of me, I quickly tried to get up and go for my sword but their reaction surprised me, they didn't seem mean or gruff, they were actually kind of friendly with me, it's odd but they seem to want to follow me. I hope I can get the money to feed them too.

I spoke to the priest, he seemed to be hiding something but was sincere in his desire to help the people of the town, he said there was a demon of sorts residing there consuming everyone's dreams, I do not believe this is the work of my family, in all my life I have never known any of them to consort with demons, rather they would become the demons themselves. But ruining a town needlessly? They wouldn't do so for long.. they tend to get bored or find a solution not requiring the town before getting bored. I've offered to help the priest to the tower and put an end to the cursed dreams, I must know for certain if my family is involved.

We've reached the temple but as we did we were attached by demonic beasts that could only resemble gremlins but thin to the bone and putrid from the smell, with the three of us they were easy to defeat after the initial shock of them, the two rodent friends unfortunately did not make it out of the attack, I'll have to bury them when I get back to town.

I have returned to the town from the temple, alot has happened but unfortunately I could not make enough gold to pay for a nights rest, for now I'll keep myself dry from the rain on the blacksmiths benches. When we entered the temple I found myself in between a conflict of two sides, cults vs bandits, and both were more than willing to attack me. As we got deeper the priest confirmed my suspicion of being more than what meets the eye, he told me that he was once part of this cult and that he had fled before a sort of gas took hold of everyone freezing them in time. About halfway through the temple we came across a barrier, there was no way to cross this barrier but the priest had an idea, he thought that we could use this potion which would allow for a state called "dreamstriding" this is where you dream then appear somewhere else, I truthfully dont understand the full ordeal but when i drank it i was transported away into another body, I could move but it felt as if I were being guided to follow what history laid out, in fact being able to move was about all I could do, I could not interact with anyone or anything, only run. The end of the dream stride came when I pulled a lever releasing the gas, that's when I appeared on the other side of the barrier, able to pull it down. At long last after fighting past both cultist and bandit we came across what was referred to as the "skull of corruption." It was apparently the source of the dream leeching, it was guarded by two cultists, the priest seemed to know them, they in turn called him a traitor for running. Suffice to say we reached the skull and it was just a skull on a stick, that's if I didn't feel the demonic power emanating from it, the moment the pure raw energy touched my skin I knew my family had no relation to this scheme, I'm not sure how I should feel about knowing this, that there are other forces at work aside from my family causing this danger to others, I suppose I should be glad that my family has principles yet its discomforting to know nevertheless. For now I have a new feeling, something to the west brings a terrible feeling, as if something powerful will be uncovered soon, something that is far more powerful than the demon of dreams. I must also confirm that the sun really has vanished, at first I thought it was simply the demons influence but now that it's gone I am no longer so sure. Ps i hate the snow, it makes me feel weak.

I awoke drenched in rain, it seems the benches were a bad idea, it was still raining and since we were already soggy we decided to head out, as we were walking west I noticed something move put of the corner of my eye, a stopped and started for a moment but nothing happened, just as I turned to continue walking a tree thruster itself from the air and threw a massive snow ball at me missing by only a foot, under the tree was a massive block of ice moving as if it were a person, I ran as it prepared more snow.

Further along the road I came across a building, a soldier stood guard there so I believed them to atleast not attack me on sight, inside were men and women dressed in robes armor, they called themselves vigilantes and hunt demons of any kind, they said they were there because of the rumours of a dream thief in the town from whence I came from but when they arrived everyone was happy and well rested, they asked around but everyone said the priest had cured them of their nightmares, when they tried to visit the priest he was covered in a party and so were unable to speak with him. I asked if anything was to the west, they told me the only thing to the west is a half drowned city and a mage college, otherwise nothing was happening in that direction. Maybe the college is where my feeling is coming from, I truly hope this isn't what it feels like it is.

CHAPTER 2: THE VIGILANTES AID

I left the vigilantes cottage and moved along the road, there what I saw horrified me, creatures that even my father would put down as a mercy were attacking a fort, the soldiers caught well but the fleshy abominations were too fast and too powerful, in fact when they spotted me they covered distance previously unimaginable, what is this strange land I find myself in, why are there beasts so horrific that even my family would scoff at its make, I thought that I would leave my home to find good people, people who live without the need for magic or atleast did not have the power hunger my family does, I see now that my family is not the worst, that they are in fact tame compared to the rest of the world, and though they may seem cruel they still have their principles. This feeling I have in the west is too great still, I'm goin to find out what this feeling is and stop it, afterwards I will see what can happen.

I know it may seem cowardly but I wrote the last entry right after fleeing from the said abominations, I ran back to the vigilantes and under some gods grace they offered to teach me their ways, they taught me more effective armor techniques and how to effectively use a sword and shield to not only block arrows but to enchant a shield using your own mana to create a sort a ward diminishing the effects of magic casted on you by the shield, it effectively makes the shield useable in any form of combat. They taught me magic that can destroy demons and even taught me how to enchant my blade to destroy the undead forces of the world and to heal my fellow man, the abominations taught me the true horrors of man, these vigilantes taught me that man will stand even against other worldly horrors. I believe that I am finally ready to set out to the college and find out what is happening.

As I was leaving a young vigilante ran towards me carrying a large cloth, he said the master of the cottage wante8d to give this weapon to me, he said that when all vigilantes pass their trials a blade is rewarded to them, a blade to trial the undead with. I uncovered the sword and under the cloth laid a bountiful silver blade, echted into the blade were runes of magic, I could not make out what the runes meant but I know with it I can kill the hordes of the dead standing between me and the possible end of the world as we know it. The same boy who gave me this sword also asked to travel with me, he too has trained to defeat the demons as I have but with one exception, the master of the cottage has deemed him unable to travel alone, and because of recent events the vigilantes are being called to action, since I will be traveling alot I will also meet with alot of undead, for now I will simply clear a path for those that wish to flee the cottage, I have a feeling that soon it will be no more..

With my training from the vigilantes and the aid of one of their own I managed to cut down the abominations the terrified me before, unfortunately even after their death they are still as disgusting as ever, once dead they act as a sort of disease bomb, I am all too thankful my newfound companion is well versed in the medical aspects of the training whereas I took closer to combat.

I cut a path through to a nearby fort, they too were under siege, it was so bad that I saw two sides of a war fighting together side by side as vampires and massive abominations charged the keep, I was unfortunate to have arrived late, as my group and i killed the rest of the dead the guardians if the fort fell, all that remained in the end was my group, we decided to continue on towards the college, but if theres some way to stop these attacks I must act towards it.

I am such a fool! I took a night in an inn which was fine and dandy, it seems over priced is normal in this land for a nights rest, but what I didn't mean to do is take a right, the path seemed so straight forward I hadn't even noticed that I took a right turn, i only noticed when i came across a sign post, what am I to do but to stay in this town? Though my anxiety has increased I still have this feeling about this town.. it's more like a misty kind of feel, I'll take a look around but if I'm right I'll have to find someone to help explain these feelings I get, I'm doubting its family heritage.. or was I part of an experiment? The last part is definitely not comforting, but it does make me feel uneasy.. in either case I'll spend the night in the city and double back and go down the right road in the morning, aside from growing tensions between races in this city there doesnt seem to be any other problem.

I was talking to the patrons at a local tavern and it turns out someone called the butcher has been killing people at night, I wasnt sure if this was the feeling I was getting when I entered but I would certainly rest better knowing such a person was locked away, I couldn't actually afford a room to rent for the night but theres a bard who seems to enjoy playing her music so atleast there is some ambience while I sit next to the taverns flame.

While I was resting I found a small girl, she told me how her mother died while she was small and how her father left to fight in the war plaguing this land, she doesnt seem to want to accept gold at this time, I seem to have caught her trying to rest by the fire just like myself, I may not have much coin but I will be sure that she has a large portion of it before I leave town, maybe they'll give a discount to her since she's a child and could actually afford the food unlike me.

When morning came the girl seemed better rested then the night before, she was even willing to sell me her flowers, now she has enough gold to spend a night in the inn, I hope she has enough money to find some food until she finds a home.

Unfortunately I have heard nothing about the murders aside from a name, i am forced to move on, with luck I can find some game along the way back and some water, I'm running low on supplies.

While I was returning back to the road I noticed some goats crossing my path, due to my lack of food i decided to chase one down, they were unfortunately too fast for me, and so I fashioned a bow made from spare sticks I found, with it I managed to kill and got a goat, atleast now I have food to last me until I get to the college.

It took longer then I admit it should have bit I noticed that the vigilante was missing, I talked to my magic friend, all he spays is that he left to do some extra work, I truly do hope I see him again, I've come to grow fond of his company.

I feel sick to my stomach. As I was walking along the road I came across a fort, it was taken by the undead but not only them accursid necromancers accompanied them, using their magic they conjured a huge mountain of flesh, it was horrific, as hands it had a large torch and an axe, this beast was made for fighting but the worse part was its decaying form, it just slide right off, the beast itself seemed unaffected by my companions sword, mine however it seemed afraid of, in the end I could not best its strength and called upon the powers that the vigilantes had shown me, using the power inside of me I gathered the power if the sun and launched it towards the mammoth, it seemed that the beast was not prepared for such an action as it crumbled into a paste like goo, the power of the sun was stronger here then I elsewhere I suspect, without a sun to cover the sky the creatures themselves had turned dark and twisted, I must keep this in mind when fighting the creatures of the night, that the vigilantes secret magic can save the world.

As I was leaving I was attacked, this was no ordinary attack, this man was an assassin sent to kill me, why me? What have i done to earn the scorn of someone that they'd send an assassin after me? Maybe it was my family, maybe they found me and have sent people after me so that I'd keep quiet about their "experiments." Regardless the college cannot wait for such things, I must get there soon and find out why I have this dreadful feeling.

I have finally arrived in the town the college is in, after all this time and it's still a frozen wasteland, no matter, I went to the shop and sold off a few items I found fighting the necromancers, I picked up a few books they had laying around and it turns out those books are worth more than just their weight in gold, I finally have the money to spend a night in a good bed, it's been too long since I've had a peaceful nights rest and maybe later i can even buy some supplies, no more hunting just so I can survive another day for me, atleast for a week.

CHAPTER 3: A MAGICAL SOLUTION FOR A MAGICAL PROBLEM

I have arrived at the college, to pass I must simply show that I possess some magical ability, it seems how magical doesnt matter, I simply casted some light and that allowed me passage, inside I found strange golden statues, atleast I thought they were statues until one of them moved, I'm not sure what these things are but they seem magical in nature, around them feels warm and pleasant, much better than being elsewhere in this freezing cold. The college has offered me a bed, this is more than I have ever received! All just for being a student here, though I am excited it quickly turns to horror as I walk into the main halls of the college I found disturbing creatures, namely a floating tentacle monster in the center of the room, this strange beast had me distracted from the lesson I was attending, perhaps it was because i was distracted that the professor called upon me to demonstrate safety in magic, he asked me to create a magical shield in which he would test by throwing a fireball at, luckily my time with the vigilantes helped me create the shielding, with my experience I have passed the test, our next test is a practical one, we are told to meet up at some ruins, there we will excavate it for a y magical artifacts; to me this sounds like busy work but for now I have no leads for the feeling I have about this place.

I have reached the meet up location, I was assigned to a teacher already present in the excavation, I was tasked to find items of magical power, near instantly I had found and picked up a necklace which unbeknownst to me was a trap, spikes rose up blocking my path, the teacher for the trip appeared on other side, he said the amulet may do something, and so I put it on and surprisingly it did do something, the wall which the necklace was on began to glow, I decided to blast it with a holy sun ray, the same kind I used on the fleshy mountain, to my surprise the wall crumbled beneath the suns ray revealing a path and also opening the spike wall, I question the validity of this trap or if it ever was a trap at all, maybe the people who built this wall wanted this passage to be discovered, in either case the teacher and I continued through the passage until we met with what seemed to be a dead end, the was until I noticed the air grow still, even the teacher did not move, a ghastly apparition had appeared before me. The apparition warned me that what I have done is about to release a dangerous artifact, one that could destroy the world, but judgment will not pass to me as I had no way of knowing about such things.. if seemed to me that I had caused what I looked to avoid, i wasnt called here to stop the problem, I was called here to create the problem, while it is true that anyone could have stumbled across it I find the fact that, who came here to stop the world from happening, started the end of the world, I know not what I have done at this time but I do know that if there is a way to reverse my actions it must be done.

The room opened up and a swarm of the undead surrounded us, this was nothing to fear for the holy light blasted away each creature that showed its face, once all dead was turned to ash a path was opened to us. I opened a door and on the other side I saw a magnificent blue sphere, this sphere had writing etched into it, the blue was soft as if sky blue with gold inlays, its guardian was a single man, a single undead man which could not get past the suns might, on its body was a note, it seemed that this man was imprisoned here for crimes unknown, I dont know if I helped him find release or if his crimes were worse upon death, I can only hope that his life was not in vain.

The teacher asked me to go back to the college and report our findings to the head master, with post haste I quickly marched back to the college with the report.

After reporting to the head master he talked me with finding out more about this sphere that we found, he pointed me in the direction of the library and said to start there. I went to the library which was run by an orc, he said the information I was looking for was stolen and pointed me to where it was taken to, I'm starting to feel like an errand boy.

Before I left to find these thieves I asked the orc the question that's been on my mind for the longest time, what happened to the sun? He told me that long ago there was once a sun in the sky, but a vampire lord had taken it and has refused to return it, it doesnt make sense to me because while I lived with my family the sun was still there, but with how the orc explained it it sounds like most people dont even know what the sun is, what kind of land have I sailed to?

I asked him about the vigilantes aswell, he told me they were the last remaining people still fighting the vampires after the dawngaurd was destroyed, there are books on the subject, many layered with dust, but what I sought now was the connection the vigilantes had with the sun, since the spells they had taught me revolve around them so much, I have to wonder why cottage master taught me these things, I have seen no other using spells attuned to the sun, why am I the only one? I believe I have gotten all that I need from this library, i must continue on and when i have the chance ask the cottage master about these questions I have.

I have arrived at the fort, this place is packed with horrific undead creatures, I see giant mounds of flesh, tortured abominations and so much more, this place must be cleansed, I must destroy every dark creature here, whether it be for their mercy or their doom. With such number stacked against me I could never win, however i have one last trick up my sleeve, the ultimate form of the sun capable of annihilating everything in its path, I called upon the suns judgment which after a minute of collecting sun light blast down and burns every living creature, unfortunately those that are inside will be safe making me have to go in there to clean them out, fortunately it means the books are safe from the suns fire. I competed the ritual while sitting above the fort on a cliff, I could smell the fire as it came down, when it landed the light was blinding, it was a full minute before I could regain my sight, bellow me were burnt corpses, nothing moved, nothing survived the suns judgment, this is truly the ultimate move the sun has to offer. Walking among the burnt it was almost peaceful if not for the smell, the smell from the fires alone before they touched ground were enough to make most men scrunch their noses, but this smell is far worse, I've covered my helmet with layers of cloth but nothing helped the stench, I'll have to keep this in mind if I ever use such power again, though I do not believe I will be able to until this day next week. Inside were even more dead but by far less than what were outside, I found new abominations, most looked tortured others looked summoned, in either case all had to be destroyed. After a long a bloody fight I reached the top of the forts tower, there stood a female and a lich, the female spook first telling me that it's best I leave else I would die, now i just murdered hordes of the undead to get here, I will not turn away just because some girl with a lich says I should leave. And so i dashed a rosy the room, I suppose I surprised her because I loved her head off easily, the lich on the other hand did not go down as easily, it created shadows we could not defend against, I was forced to use my suns magic once more just to eliminate the shadows, but the lich was prepared, he had created a boarder around us dispelling my magic, only he had magic now, I did what any warrior could do, i stood up, ran right at him and bashed its face with my shield, this stunned it for just enough time allowing me to jump up and loge my blade straight through its chest. At first the lich seemed to smile at me but then that smile turned to terror as it burst into flames, the blade itself was enchanted with the suns holy blaze.

Now with the books in hand I returned to the college and handed them to the orc, I then had to speak wit the teacher again before an elf belonging to an odd faction appeared to take me away, he told me a man from an organization this his own has outlawed asks for me by name. He seems oddly agitated though from the glares he gets it seems to be his normal attitude, and so we went up stairs and there was the apparition I saw before but now as a flesh and blood creature, this was certainly odd, as I approached him the air became still just as before.

He told me of the artifacts dangers and that very soon someone within the college will attempt to misuse the artifact, unfortunately he had no more information on the subject but he did give me a name and a location, unfortunately the name is unfamiliar to me and the location is the college itself, I shall speak with the head master due to the sensitivity of this mission, I'd rather not let whomever is about to use the artifact know that I am on their trail.

I spoke to the headmaster, he seemed agitated at the name, he told be to instead talk to my teacher about this man that I am searching for. I wonder what kind of person this is if the head master himself dislikes him so.

I've spoken to my teacher about this man, it seems that he was once ana accomplished mage, delving into the heart of magic like none have seen before, but as the story goes he became too focused on his work which lead to some sort of accident; I hope to ask him about this accident when I see him, for now I shall go under the college in search of him. Let's hope he's more forthcoming about information than others have been.

It has become apparent to me that I have not described why these abominations are so grotesque to me. I left for the underground and found more tortured bodies, though I am not believing to not be tortured but instead enjoy the alterations made to their bodies. I am staring at one that I had just killed for instance, it has no legs under its thighs, what it uses for let's instead are pegs made from some sort of black material, each leg has joints connected into its flesh, I assume this is how it can move the legs around. On its chest it's a gruesome sight, writing in a language I know not of Mark's its torso, I nthe center of its chest cavity is an open wound allowing me to peer inside of its chest, I can see its organs and that they are all intact, in fact the organs are almost human like in nature. Attached to its nipples are metal clippings which has wires attached to a collar. His head is in a jar and has metal contraptions protruding from his skull, there is no writing here but his face is a mix of blood from either cuts or from the metal entering its skin. Its eyes and mouth are sewn shut but I can see even in death a smile across its face. It has a hand on its left side but the right side has only a metal claw, I'm unsure what the use of such a claw is aside from it being a weapon. On its left side its entire lower arm is gone, even its elbow is replaced by these metal parts. This is all without mentioning the stretch marks on its skin from what I can only assume to he a stretching mechanisms work. What kind of cruel monster would do such a thing to other people? What kind of cruel monster would enjoy such things being done to their bodies? This land is dark to it's very core..

I have spoken to this mage, he is no longer a mage but more closer to being a ball of pure energy, he has told me the grumpy one was here, he didn't elaborate but I thought of the mage who believes himself as a sort of advisor for the college. He also told me that I needed a staff, one made from the same cloth as the artifact itself. This is all before he vanishes, I could not ask him about his time here or what the incident was, all I can do now is report it to the head master.

I've spoken to the head master, to find the staff he says I must search for another group that seeks to find the staff aswell, he happened to know of such a group who came by a month back believing the college held the staff, after awhile they bregrudely left for some old ruins. I must search for them to gain the staff, with luck they already have it and would be willing to let us use it.

I have reached the ruins and I have never before seen such a place, the entire building is made seemingly from metal, it looks to be almost copper or gold or even electrum. I have never before believed such a place could exist.

At the entrance I met a monk, or a scholar maybe. it seems the ones I'm looking for have yet to leave, this is good news but from what I can tell they dont have the staff with them, maybe I can find out more as I continue.

I've killed many beasts but this one is different, these are no more beasts or even the creation of horror I've become accustomed to fighting, these are living breathing humanoids. Their blind and frail certainly but their strength is high, these creatures are certainly formidable though I'm concerned for their health, they seem to be poisoned.

There are traps within these walls! I was about to charge at one of the blind creatures trying to catch them off guard when another appeared and set off a trap, blades whirled from the ground cutting the blind creature in half, it had almost gotten me if it weren't for me falling from a pool of blood. I really have to be thankful for the little things, even my own clumsiness.

I have reached what I could only describe as a politician's stage, ontop of the stage was a blind one but this one had a strange staff, ontop of it laid a crystal like contraption which seemed oddly out of place with the environment, as if it tried to mimic the ancient buildings surrounding me but failed to do so adequately. In the end I killed more blind ones, the contraption seemed useful to me and so I took it off the stick it was on and carried through to the next door. It was locked but I could hear muffled voices from the other end, I have not heard the blind ones speak so i assumed it to be a survivor from the group i was sent here to discover. I knocked on the door and right away the voice cried out in excitement, it seemed he believed I was someone else presumably the one I found at the entrance. He opened the door and was shocked to see me instead, shock turned to despair as he wailed about the lost aligning crystals, hat was until he spotted the object glimmering from my bag. As it turns out the object I took from that blind one was exactly what he needed. With the object now in his possession we walked along the corridor, along the walls I saw many items all of which were either food or drink with a few bed rolls layed across the flooring. At the end of the corridor was a large door, larger than those prior. At the base of the door was a small crevice which the scholarly man pressed his fingers into, opening the door. On the other side was an amazing spectacle, it was a large sphere made from the same almost golden metal as the rest of the building, stained glass walkways led to its top, at the top where large hills of the same stained glass, on the ceiling directly above were similar stained hills, together they seemed to make a pattern. Between the two was another contraption, this one seems to be a focusing agent for light shined down through an empty space in the contraption. When the scholar placed the crystals into the empty slot the whole room lit up, it was a map of the entire realm, everything was there, from the city I rescued from the nightmares to the college itself along with many other places on the map, cities far to the west, the south even a bright one far to the east, further than this land seems to hold. But the scholar still seems displeased..

I asked him why the sour look and he said the cities should not be the only places on the map, that the map should adjust to magical artifacts rather than just the cities themselves. He went back to the crystals and after tampering with them for a minute the map changed from showing the cities to just two bright blips on the map, the college and a location far to the west. Upon seeing this the scholar grew into a fit matching to me yelling at me for disrupting his work, when I asked how I disrupted it he accused me for being a spy and sent here to make sure his work would not be finished. I tried to talk him out of the delusion he had created but none of my words could get through. In between the yelling I had heard him ask what we could have so power that it would disrupt everything, that's when the idea came to mind, that maybe just maybe the separate bright blip was somehow connected to the artifact, or if nothing else may shed some light on where I could find the staff. Before I could leave to report my findings the scholar blasted a wave of fire towards me, if it were not for the magic imbued into my shield taught to me by the vigilantes I may not have been able to come out in one piece, unfortunately now this man will not step down from his fighting stance, his flames kept coming, each wave getting blocked by my shield, it seemed to me that fighting was the only way out.. that was until my companion who had been hiding out behind the two of us casted his own spell, I'm not sure how he did it but the spell seemed to calm the scholar down, put him I na trance even, there was no need for blood shed on this day thanks to my friend, I will have to ask him about it in case I may be able to cast such a spell and prevent spilling blood needlessly.

Once I got back to the college something odd was happening, inside of the main halls had the artifact in the center, not only that but the advisor was hitting it with pure mana and erected a barrier between him and us. The head master was trying to get through but to no avail. It seemed that whatever is happening will be happening for awhile with nothing that we could do. The head master noticing this he turned to me and asked where the staff could be found, I told him about the map which he replied with only conformation, it seems that once when he was younger, he and a group of other mages thought they could take on the beast the lived there, unfortunately they failed and if the staff was in that area the creature would be sure to have it.

It was thus my new duty to go to this location and find out what could be there, before I left the head master gave me one last request, that I end the nightmare residing there once and for all and handed me the key to enter the labryth.

The road to the labryth was straight forward from the college, just a long track west and I would be there.

It's been a long nights travel to the labryth, it seemed almost like the means of the dead whistled through the cold night air, there were no inns throughout the trip, to survive the freezing nights my companion and I had to build a fire, it help stave the cold away but the nip was still there. It was times like this, when the air is still with only the noises from the west filling the air when we could really settle down without any distractions, my companion who had seen nearly every one of my battles yet was silent throughout the adventure, I truthfully nearly forgot about him though not for long as my enjoyment for his company grows fonder. We have never spoken about our pasts to each other, we have known only what is current to us both. To lighten the mood I pulled from my bag two bottles of ale, with the recent coin that I've been making from selling the trinkets I've collected i managed secure some funding, though I cant buy a house with it i can buy enough ale and food to keep us going on our journey. While we drank I asked my companion about his life and why he chose to accompany me through my journey, he stared at me for a moment, his drink resting in the snowy ground, before speaking.

"Long ago I was part of a group that wanted to control these lands." He told me. "I however did not share these views, I believed that no matter who controls land someone else would aswell, you can tell how true it is even now, this land for example once had a sun, it was once bright and the natives would laugh and enjoy the world even ruling amongst themselves, sure there were wars among cities but each house followed traditions, each house understood the value of human life and would not allow their people to suffer needlessly; though this was when declaring duals were a common tool to acquire something, be it land or money or even man power in the cases of so called wars. back then the wars were settled by the strongest, each house had their champion which was to be used in battle, these were honorable battles fought to pronounce who were truly the strongest and rarely ended in death, it was believed that if a warrior lives they may fight again but stronger, these warriors took that to heart and though there are those who'd call the cowards for leaving a battle, they always came back more preapred and ready for destruction. This was very prominent in the war with the empire. The people of this land have always settled things with individual strength and indeed they are very powerful warriors, but their ideals of living another day were their downfall. When the empire came they demanded the houses to stand down and become part of the empire. This demand was steadily refused by each house, in response they sent a single man to the empire, seven men in total approached the armies of the empire, these seven men are said to have ridden in on horse back, each carrying a spear as long as two men and a blade which gleams under the moonlight. These men rode up and faced the armies of the empire and demanded to face their strongest as tradition dictates. They say the laughter from the empires men were so great that even the furthest house heard them. Perhaps the empire felt generous on that day but they did send out their greatest warrior, a large man drenched in armor plating and wielding a large blade, this man towered all others, his blade the size of a man. He approached the warriors and said to them 'any man brave enough to stand before me do so now' and waited for their response. Silence came while they gauged their new opponent, never before had they believed such a giant could exist, but they were the strongest and they wanted to know he were truly as strong as he looked. Dismounting from their horses they held out their spears towards the mammoth of a man, once they took a step forward the giants sword flew through the air breaking through the lone of spears. It was known at that moment how difficult this man would be. Still they readied their swords for battle and charged, the giant sword came crashing down into the earth causing it to shake as the men ran down the beast. The beast was taking every blow they threw at him, it seemed that nothing was working, their blades could not penetrate his thick armor. That was until the youngest of the seven picked up a broken spear and thrown it straight into the giants eye, nothing else worked but this gave hope that if they kept trying they could pierce the giants flesh. Unbeknown to these men the empires soldiers drifted away from the fight, a small raiding party had formed and was heading to the nearby villages. As they fought the beast smoke filled the horizon, shock filled their bodies as they realized what had happened. The empire was not going to keep its word, the empire could not even wait for a dual to finish, it wouldn't matter if they fell to or killed the giant, the empire would still March forward. A storm had approached from the east limiting sight for all caught inside. The seven men, now certain defeat would come no matter what, mounted their horses and left for home.

Once they returned to their homes the vampires armies invaded meeting little resistance, though the people of these lands are strong they did not wish to fight. In the end the empire won the cities, the houses were destroyed and now even after 200 years the people of this land resent the empire for their betrayal to traditions, it was only recently that an actual army was formed here, a rebellion strikes out to return the people to how they once were. Only issue is new houses were formed, the empire allowed each city to govern itself but used the empire as a main branch, whichever law the empire declared forced the cities to adapt, because of this different factions have popped up, one one city is neutral for now, commonly the east supports the rebels and the west supports the empire. Just as I said before, no matter who owns the world, other people will own it too."

My companion told me this story, it was long and filled with history I hadn't known before, now the two waring states have a reason in my mind to fight, though it is still not a fight I want to be part of. No I am fighting another war, a war that's afflicting this land like a disease, the undead hordes will not rest until I force them to.

We awoke to the clattering of bones, we were surrounded by skeletons, each raising a blade to us, we had no choice but to surrender to them, atleast temporarily. Using their swords they commanded us to move forward, it seems the labryth had grown tired of waiting for us, as they marched us through its front gates. The place was amazingly huge, though broken down from old age the building still held true, wide open courtyards filled its center while walls surrounded us. This place was built like a fortress, indeed it must have been a truly amazing place back when it was built. The skeletons led us to a stairway, ontop was another wide space and a massive door. The skeletons commanded me to open the door, I'm not sure what they wanted ultimately but because our goals aligned even just for a moment, I decided to do as they said and used the key to unlock the door. As soon as I had unlocked the door a brilliant blinding flash of light broke through the cracks, the light was warm to the touch but felt wonderful in the snowy weather. When my sight returned I noticed piles of dust surrounding us, even the snow had melted away, I'm not sure what kind of power was behind the door but it had finished the skeletons without trouble.

On the other side of the door shadows gained form and spoke to one another.

"Are you sure this is safe?" Asked a female shadow. "Completly, all we have to do is get by a few traps and the magical power beyond our dreams will be at our finger tips." Replied an older shadow. "Let's just hurry up, this place is giving me the creeps." Another voice popped up, it was the same as the head masters, I wonder if this place keeps the past contained or if this illusion was nothing more than a spectacle, regardless I had to press on.

Further in was a long corridor, it seemed to have no end, why did the builders create such a long hall? My questions were abruptly interrupted as stepped into a large room, in its center layed the bones dragon, piles of humanoid bones lined the sides of the room, whatevers in here is certainly evil. A voice rang through the room, it felt as though I were drained upon hearing its words. "Why have you meyz wah dii place of rest?" Asked the voice, I could not understand half of its words, but called out myself. "We have come to retrieve a powerful staff, one to save the world!" The voice was silent for but a moment before returning with his statement. "Zu'u see.. if the staff los what you seek then prove wah me hin worth. Alok dovah Ahrk face this champion." Just as he finished his sentance the bones of the dragon began to move, piecing itself together as if it were entwined with magic to make it whole once more. I tried to blast the beast with the power of the sun but the voices effect still lingered, we would have to fight this beast blade to bone.

The dragon lifted its claws and threw its heavy hand into the ground shaking me off my feet, this beast was powerful and its mere strength rumbles the room. My companion and I charged the beast lunging into it's back and swinging our swords at the beasts bones, it was too thick, we were only able to dent the bones before kicked thrown off by its mighty strength. We were on the ground as the dragon opened its mouth, I saw only for a moment a small crystal object before ice began to form and fly towards us. The dragon is an ice dragon, capable of breathing ice, truly it is a beast I wish I had never met, I hate the cold.

The dragons taken a toll from my stamina, it took most of my remaining strength just to avoid the icy blast. Yet I was too slow, the ice caught my sword hand freezing it in place, I would have to get this ice off as soon as possible else risk losing a hand.

Once the dragon was finished I leapt back to my feet, i had only one chance to make it. The dragon opened its mouth wide once again and i broke into a sprint towards the dragons mouth leaping into its freezing mouth, my blade pointed forward piercing the dragons crystal heart.

I awoke soon after to my companion treating my wounds, I had frozen ice layered over my armor, but my move worked, the dragon was destroyed. My companion told me that we were granted permission to continue into its chambers, its seem we have impressed the master of this fortress.

Once my strength had returned we entered the royal chambers, it was a room very different from the one before, it was a long room, stair cases lined the walls allowing one to enter the second floor, directly in front of us layed a decaying body, on its head was a shiny golden crown, much too shiny to have been buried down here, and a staff with a similar yet much smaller orb on it as the artifact in the college.

We approached the decaying body wondering where the master of the fort could be, that was until we stepped up and saw that it had been staring at us the entire time. "Welcome champion, you have bested dii dovah Ahrk ful have nuz gein request." It replied, its jaws held together small tendrils of muscle, "A request?" I asked not sure of what else it had said. His voice rang out through the halls, though he appeared decrypt he was obviously powerful. "Yes, Ol you can see dii kopraan has grown.. unusable, zu'u require Aan new kopraan, hin fahdon here fen dreh.

Fen you consider Aan trade? hin companion for the staff." I am unsure if I will ever fully understand the request but I could fully understand the last part, it wanted my companion and in return I would have the staff. This discussion was over before it ever began. I swung my sword straight for this king, I cant have anyone trying to take my friend away let alone an undead monster who no doubt wants to terrorize the surrounding country. But my blade did not reach, instead it was blocked by a magical barrier. "You dare attack me? voth Aan silver tuz nid less. You fen dir for hin insolence." He yelled at me standing up from his throne, he pointed the staff at me blasting my body across the room, my companion upon seeing this attempted to strike at the monster but to no avail. The monster looked at him with what I could only describe as a smile before sending shocks through his body forcing his body to fall to the ground. "Zu'u fen kos taking him nu, the staff los yours." The monster said picking up his body and dropping the staff behind him. "If you still think you can beat me champion, go south Ahrk aav the dawngaurd, zu'u'll kos waiting for you." He said before a flash of light burst through the room, leaving behind nothing but a trail of smoke in its place. I swear to you my friend I will find you.

The trip back was quiet, sure I may have thr staff and can save the world, but without my friend it all seems dissolute now, yes it's an important quest but I will have to go south as soon as I can to save him, I must save him.

When i got to the college a barrier had been erected around building, the town was being attacked by strange magical beasts and the golden guardians had turned blue. I returned hastily to the headmaster with the staff and gave it to him, with it he says he can tear down the barrier erected by the advisor, it seemed the advisor was a little power hungry and wanted to have power, I curse those who seek nothing more than pure power.

With the staff in hand the head master blasted the barrier down, it was as simple as waving it around and sparks flew out, once down we marched into the college and found the advisor zapping his mana into the orb, the headmaster used the staff on the orb while I swung at the advisor. It seems that in this place of magicians they forgot other weapons existed as he did not stop the blade, it went straight through his arm, he seemed shocked at first but that shock quickly turned to terror as he tried to flee from me, to stop his greedy madness I pushed him down to the floor and pierced his heart with my blade.

It is over now, the headmaster congratulated me on a job well done and more people dressed as the man who keeps appearing before me and shown up to take the artifact away. It's all over now, they will protect the artifact and the world is saved, my job here is done. Now I must travel south to find my friend.

CHAPTER 4: THE BLOOD MIST CITY

I have arrived in a city which will continue to the south like I plan, for now though I will visit that girl I've seen long ago, I still may not have a home but now I have gold and I want her to have enough food to eat.

It was late when I entered town I had not expected a crowd to be gathered, it seems someone was murdered here, everyone is blaming the butcher, I guess the rumors from before were true and someone stalking the streets. I'll investigate further and see what is happening.

A guard stopped me as I approached the scene, he told me it was the inn wrenth that was murdered, he told me that this was the third murder and that they were all young females, I hope that child is okay, if nothing else stopping these murders may protect the girl.

I've spoken to the crowd but no one has seen anything, the guard has recommended that I see the guards captain to be placed on investigation. The guards must be really thin with the war if their letting a peasant do their job for them.

I've spoken to the captain and he has confirmed my suspicion, the guard is stretched very thin, I now have the support of the guard in my investigation, I just hope I wont be too late to stop him from killing again.

There was a blood trial leading away from the scene, I followed it and found myself in front of a house, it was locked so I was unable to get inside, I will ask the guard if they have a key to the building.

I traveled to the burial temple and asked if there was anything unusual about the body, it seems that there were some strange cuts on her that is made by embalming tools, it was odd to the grave keeper because she is the only one with those kinds of tools as far as she is aware. I'll find a way into the house and try to get more clues there, if it's the scene of the murder it may prove to hold valuable information.

I was told that the mother of the previous owner has the key to the building, unfortunately she is asleep right now, because I want to catch this murderer as soon as possible i will do something a little criminal to get in.

I managed to get inside, it was empty except for scattered furniture, blood stained the ground, I'll continue my investigation.

I found a strange amulet with a skull on its pendant under a pile of butcher awareness posters, it's an odd amulet but I feel the evil emanating from it. I'll find out what it is once my investigation is complete.

I searched the room further and found a wardrobe with a false door, what his behind it was a gruesome display. Various body parts filled the room, tools were on display, the same tools the grave keeper believed could have done it, an alter layed at the far end of the room, it had strange markings on it as if the killer was performing some gruesome act of magic. On it I found a journal. In the journal it read some sort of poem and an ingredient list of severed body parts, this sick monster must be performing some truly dark arts. I must stop them before it's too late.

I once more returned to the captain with both the necklace and the journal, he recommended that I talked to this man at a sort of museum, I'm forced to wait until morning when he opens, I'll try to find a bed in the inn for the night.

I was in luck, the inn keeper was finishing some late night tasks since her helper was murdered, when daylight comes I'll head straight for the museum, maybe grab some food on the way out.

The coordinator of the museum believes the amulet is a symbol of power to a court mage, I will speak to the court mage here and see what he knows of it.

As I was leaving the museum a strange noise filled the air, it was as if a large object came crashing down to the earth, I did not see any sign of such a thing and the residents seem oddly unresponsive to the noise.

I've spoken to the captain about the posters, he says someone has been putting them and that someone has been putting them down, I'll search for the one posting them, with luck they know who it could be.

I met with the girl who's been putting the posters up, she believes it's the court mage doing these acts and recommends I go straight to the captain, I however want to know for certain if this man is the criminal.

I spoke to the court mage who denies owning the amulet or books, he says necromancy is at work but that it is not his doing, in fact he says he is a member of the mages college which has not allowed necromancy for hundreds of years. He believes to know where the killer shall strike next, I will follow up on his belief but if he turns out to be lying to me i will find him.

I patrolled the streets at night but was a moment too late, I walking to the blacksmith when I heard cries for help, there I saw the museum keeper stabbing one of the shop keeps, it seems he was the murderer all along, once he spotted me he started running, I chased him all the way to the abandoned home where he pulled a knife on me, I tried to wrestle the blade away but it ended up in his chest. I have killed the killer, I must report this to the guard captain.

I reported it to the guard captain, he is only thankful that the killer is gone, I suppose now is the time to leave town but only after I find the girl, I have not seen her yet and really want to, atleast one last time before I leave the north.

I found her, I'm glad that she is okay but I dont like the condition that she's in, she sleeps on the ground in the cold night. I cant believe she has to withstand such frost when she's not allowed in the tavern. I'm staying by her side for the night and giving her my cape and face mask so that she may keep warm, I wish to ask her to join me but life on the road is no life for a child.

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