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wd-ghosty · 9 months

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Victory AU

I've been thinking about this for the longest time, but what if there was a AU where the Gelfling won the garthim wars?

After watching their loved ones be drained and murdered, and watching their towns burned and destroyed, I feel like the Gelfling would start playing by skeksis rules and beat the shit out of them.

I have a couple of head cannons but let me list the biggest ones.

The castle of the crystal has been destroyed.

During the war I feel like the dousan warriors would ride their flying things (I forgot the name) over the castle and bomb it. After thru captured all the Skeksies the would take the crystal and bomb the castle.

General Seledon

I'm a really big Seledon x Gurjin fan and I thought this up while thinking about them. So Gurjin was a very high ranking General, and Seledon would've planned out they're battles. (She would've read some books about war and battles strategies in Faras library) So one day Gurjin was positioned in ha'ra because they had a big battle coming up. Seledon was alone in the citadel because all the guards were on the front lines or ded, and Brea was in the dessert, so she let gurjin stay with her. In the middle of the night the citadel and all of Ha'ra was attacked by garthim, so gurjin went to protect the people and in the process was severely injured and in a coma line state. So Seledon decided that she could fight as the commander as Gurjins Substitute, and I feel like she would wear Fara's crown into battles to feel as if Fara is still with them. ( and she's obviously wearing Gothic armor on the battle field)

Captured Skeksies

Because of course some of the Urskeks need to go back to there home world, instead of executing the Skeksies they would have them locked up in a different part of thra, and they would be watched by their ur counterpart. (Like that one guy in the caves of grot) I feel like after the Gelfling started to win more Skeksil would get SkekSo to call all the other Skeksies back to the palace for protection, but that would lead to their down fall Because it was easier to get them all when they're in the same place.

Hiding spots

So we all know they used the crystal bat's to find where the gelfling were hiding, but if the garthim can't get to them they'll be safe. I feel like the safe spots in thra would've been,

- the Caves of grot (they got the nurlocks, Arathim, and a bunch of hiding spots)

- The drenchen swamps (of garthim can't swim they'll just sink into the water, the swamp could be hard to get through and once you get off the hiding spot all the Gelfling would be gone)

- Any island they can find (if they can't swim you are good! And the mermaid mystic can protect you)

- with the Sifa on boats (war ready cruise ships, they would take you to the island)

- In the valley of the mystics (the mystics can control the garthim so they would just leave)

Of course only childlings and care takers would be sent to safe zones with gaurd just in case.

Positions

Obviously all the Gelfling would have different roles in this battle that would contribute to their victory.

- Brea, Seledon, and the rest of the Madruas would making battle plans and think of ways of persevering their race throughout these terrible times. (Brea would go on rescue missions from time to time)

- Rian, Gurjin, spider Tavra, Hup, would be generals and on the front lines of WARRRRR. spider tavra would lead the arathim while chilling with onica on a boat from time to time.

- Deet, Hup, and Brea would be rescuers. Brea and set would have their own group of soilders to assist them, and the majority of them would be women because wings. They wound attack the garthim that captured Gelflings in the safe zones and fly away with them in hand.

- Nia, and amiri, would be the heads of the medical department.

- Kylan, and Rek'yr, would be clan representatives. And I feel like the sprinton and Dousan would work together the get everyone food. (and the sprinton area would be most protected because they have the best soil)

All Madrau Seledon

This one is also for Fara. After Fara died Seledon would try to be a leader just like her, and after gurjins sacrifice she would lead her troops into battle just like fara. And she would learn how to use weapons but her favorite was an axe because it reminded her of Fara. Because of Seledon being a, Goth, warrior, Madrau, she would've wore Goth makeup and clothes onto the battle field, and she also would cut her hair (shoulder length in the front, below ears in the back with triangle bangs.) I also feel like it was seledons idea to storm the castle of the crystal, and they did it in the middle of the night to make sure that the Skeksies would be off their guard. Seledon may or may not have tortured Skekso into telling her how to control the garthim, and after they Skeksies weren't a threat anymore the could start on rebuild the destroyed villages.

Rebuilding Gelfling society

- The first thing Seledon would declared as the new All Maudra is that its 100% Legal to mate and marry out of your clan, (because of her love for gurjin) and Maudras aren't allowed to discriminate against or exile anyone who dose.

- I think they would've had the most battles in Stone in the Wood, and after the forest had been destroyed by the garthim the Stone in the Wood clan would have the biggest city. Because Skekmal isn't in the black forest anymore anyone can now live there, and they expand the city alot. IDK if Maudra Fara had any kids but if she didn't O think they would have a group of people running the city. (They would've the they first democratic clan in thra, and obviously Rian would've been the leader of this group)

- after the Skeksies are gone it still takes awhile to get over clan racism but while rebuilding the cities together it fades away, (after a bunch of manual labor, and a war you stop caring about where another person is from)

Fun ship head cannons

-Brea and Rek'yr would go on a date to the well springs. During the war there were some grace periods when you can just live, and Brea was in the dessert alot so during the grace periods they would go on dates. Rek'yr would've taught her how to fly one of the flying fish.

They would have two houses one in the dessert and one in Ha'ra. Every six months they leave one horse and head to the other, the Ha'ra house would get summer and spring, while the dessert house would get winter and fall.

- Seledon and Gurjin would really like pressing flowers. Seledon was really stressed with everything falling into her, and gurjin taught her how to press flowers to blow off some steam.

Seledon fell in love with gurjin because he was always so happy and it helped her get through her depression. So when she saw him laying unconscious on a bed she couldn't help but feel rage. With her mom and Tavra she was so helpless and mortified, but with gurjin she was basically engulfed in the flames of unnatural fury. The Gelflings were losing because they refused of actually murder the already dead garthim, but seledon decided to start playing the the Skeksies. She is constantly compared to the Skeksies by some soilders, so she would actually start to act like one. She didn't care if it was unethical she was gonna win the war by any means necessary, she told Gelfling if they didn't destroy the garthim they would be punished and soon there were that many left. Not after long everything fell into place and they won the war, Seledon believed the Gurjin was gonna die and if it went for Brea she would fallen into the puts of despair but two months after the end of the war Gurjin woke up. (He was asleep for 10 months) but after he awoke she acted as if nothing had happened, but he was shocked by her hair.

- Onica and Tavra continue to be the best ship.

Thank you so much for reading please tell me if you liked this AU and please like this post. Luv you bye ♡♡♡♡♡

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the-experimental-writer · 2 years

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The palace of Ha’rar was shrouded in complete, sepulchral silence, the constant rambling and political rants amongst the many nobles and elders had ceased as the first brother had begun its descent behind the crystalline and etched windows of the citadel. In the eastern wing of the castle, sitting upon a marble-etched bench, sat a young Spriton, head back down to the ground, allowing his long, ebony hair to fall around, concealing the morose, worried look on his face. He reached out for the Firca around his neck, sliding his fingers down the single new crafted rune upon it, finding a semblance of comfort in its feel. The marked carvings upon the bone, the golden, dried ink lining the runic patterns; it was a symbol his love had made for him, a comfort in this dark time. The sound of steps over the finely polished stone and marble floor echoed through the room, yet the young man did not tear away from his thoughts, too embedded in the texture of the rune to do so.

“Kylan?” a voice uttered gently over him, the Spriton held tightly to the Firca for a moment, as if letting go of it would bring his most dire fear to life, that the banishment of the thought could bring a much darker fate upon him. “Kylan…” the voice said again, just before the Song-Teller felt a hand slowly reaching down to his shoulder. The trembling Spriton slowly lifted his gaze to meet his friends’ faces. Gurjin’s alert, intense yellow eyes and Rian’s gentle, azure eyes looked at him with matched concern. The well-built Drenchen gave him a calm, gentle smile, yet despite his own efforts the Song-Teller could not return it, the same barren, fretful expression on his face, concealed between the strands of loosened and mussed ebony hair. “How are you holding up?” the broad-shouldered Gelfling questioned amicably, clearly trying to cheer up his friend. The dark-haired Spriton let out a sigh. There were no words needed to express his feeling, a cruel irony of fate, one that he and his friends could see. It had been the grief of loss that had made him become a Song-Teller, the need to express through the music of instruments and the stories of old, and yet it had been the same feeling that had rendered him speechless now, mute and unable to even respond to the simple question. He had been as such ever since the pain began a few hours back, when Brea had awakened in the middle of the early-morning, seized by a sharp pain. He had helped her get to the medic wing before being pushed out by Naia and the rest of the attending healers. The rest of the Castle had been awakened by the commotion, all attending and awaiting the moment.

“Kylan, I know what you think, but you know Naia is a capable healer; this isn’t the first birth she has tended to,” Gurjin reminded him, “She’s in the most capable hands…” “She had to attend many refugees during the war,” Rian agreed with a nod, “Honestly, this should be a breeze for her after so much conflict…”

Kylan nodded somberly, trying to take in the words of his friends and swallow away all the dread. They…they’re right , he thought, trying to reassure himself, reminding himself of the time he had spent at the many camps, accompanying the Drenchen healer to treat the injured refugees, the many times she had been called upon to tend to a birth. At times he had been forced to help, with the number of healers stretched thin, remembering as Naia talked him through a complicated birth, patiently and calmly navigating the blood, internal fluids, and soothing elixirs while he tried his best not to faint or vomit. Despite her young age, she had delivered more of them during the entire trine and half that the war had lasted. And yet…she was not infallible, no one was, the war itself had taught them as much, that even beings of supposed great power like the Skeksis and the horrid constructs of flesh and metal their twisted wills had brought to life were not flawless, and so the Gelfling themselves were not, and the young Song-Teller could remember despite her best efforts one of the expecting mothers, a young Stonewood woman, barely reaching her twentieth trine. She had been too tired and weakened, and no matter how much Naia tried…they had lost her, and the child had died within the healer’s own arms. The feeble, withered, bloody form of the infant had haunted the young Song-Teller’s mind. A sudden, painful scream reverberated within the high, vaulted walls, wrenching Kylan away from his thoughts. Unlike the first time, he did not turn his eyes, not even to look back into the worried faces of his friends. He did not gasp, he stood in complete, utter, silence, waiting for it to pass, holding onto the native instrument, onto the one semblance of peace and tranquility he carried. Please…please be safe, my love , was all he could think, slightly turning his head, looking to the closed door by his side, not wishing to imagine the horrors that lay within. My Brea…

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Brea let out a sudden sigh as the pain dimmed, the Princess breathing in quick, short breaths, trying to regain air as the stinging feeling ebbed, her throbbing muscles slowly returning to calmness. Her clasped hands slowly let go of the ragged, bloodied unamoth silk underneath, leaving behind a few dented marks of her nails in the fine textile. She tried to raise her head, the tensed muscles of her neck and even the thin strands of messy hair that fell behind her like a waterfall of tainted silver seeming like a weight of lead, and her elbows struggled to even lift her weakened form. “I….” she tried to speak through the exhaustion, struggling to pull herself up against the headboard. She didn’t know how long she had been doing this, her mind had been too focused on the slowly growing pain inside of her, on the sensations that had taken over her petite frame. No amount of knowledge within the medical books, no talk with specialized physicians or even soothsayers and shamans of all clans who had come as envoys upon the news that she was with child could have prepared her for what was to come, not even the pain she had lived through her time at war could have prepared her for what was to come. “My lady, here!” a young Vapran nurse said, quickly rushing to her side, helping her sit up against the soft, cotton, unamoth-silk pillows. The Princess breathed deeply, feeling the air uncharacteristically cold, brushing sharply against her nose and her lips as she slumped back, head barely gracing the pillow behind her, one of her hand reaching down to caress the rounded, protruding womb, hard to believe it had only been three months since the midwives and healers had told her she was with child, hard to believe how much she ha changed at that time, her movement becoming to constrained, as if tied down, her own wings unable to lift her weight into the air. She had felt helpless, drained, prone…much like the ancient ceremonial stories had said. “We are almost there, Brea!”, a voice said from the far end of the bed, the young Vapran rose her eyes away from her form to see Naia rising up, she had to force her sight to completely make out her form. “My…my baby…”, the Princess uttered upon her exhaustion, in this state even attempting to articulate words tired her out, it had been an extremely frustrating process, to slowly lose the will and strength to do sometimes even the simplest task, reading by candlelight or creating murals on her journal and helping at the library had turned nearly herculean, and it had only gotten worse over the trine. The amount of activity she had seen during the war had not calmed her enough, the help she had lent in her efforts to rebuild the lost towns and vestiges of their culture had to cease upon the news, while she had been overjoyed to know the effect of seeing her become more and more dependable and unable to perform frustrated her to no end. “I know it hurts…”, the Drenchen healer said, the tone was the kindest she could muster in her voice, her own trine of experience had not prepared her for the task of tending to the pregnancy of her own friend, most of her own patients and charges had women from far villages and towns, none she had known too personally, the love that extended to them the same as was expected from a Maudra, the profundity of what this meant was wounding, to think that the possibility of losing the two or delivering the withered body sent shivers down her spine. “I know it hurts, but we are so close!”, she repeated, stiffing her tone, “You gotta push, your child is almost here!” The Princess took a moment to take in her words, her exhausted mind processing her words slowly, time had lost all meaning the moment she had been taken into labor and the dim sunlight penetrating through the upper, gold and purple stained glass window was barely, the eyelids feeling like weights of lead and the bags beneath her eyes bloated and profound.

Almost there… , the Vapra thought to herself, caressing the prone skin of her exposed stomach, she couldn’t tell if the feeling of the child insane was real or her own mind playing illusions from the long hours of toil, her small hands clasped together, lifting herself up and lying back against the pillows, “Al…alright…” Naia nodded, giving her friend a comforting smile before re-aligning herself in front of Brea’s birth canal, “Now push…we are almost there…” The Vapran nodded, placing her hands at the side and itching herself slightly towards her Drenchen friend. Remaining quiet for a few moments, the Princess took a deep breath, slowly feeling the pain filling again, her lips curling at the sudden contraction of her muscles, it was unbearable, as if she was being rent asunder, her lips parted to let out a scream.

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In the courtyard, Seladon phased back and forth, her elegant, azure robe flowing down, dragging through the thick, snow-covered grounds, her eyes open and unease as they turned to look through the windows that peered into the Citadel and her hands , hidden beneath the long sleeves of the ceremonial dress she had received from the Maudren as a sign of their new unity upon the end of the war and the healing of the heart of Thra trembled intensely. She opened her lips, attempting to let out a sound, but the air rasped against her sore, throbbing throat, causing the young All-Maudra to grasp her throat. She had entered a panic attack mere moments after Brea had gone into labor, the screams of pain reverberating within her mind had awakened the dreadful memories of her mother’s and Tavra’s deaths, both ran through by the wicked blades of the Skeksis before her very eyes, the fear of losing her sister, the last of her family, of her blood was too much to bear, she had already feared what would happen if Brea followed them to Thra…much as it was improper for a leader, Seladon wouldn’t know if she would have the courage to continue walking amongst the living. “You should sit, All-Maudra”, A voice said from the right, causing the Vapran woman to let out a sudden gasp, a plume of smoke escaping her lips before she turned back.

Behind her and a few meters, sitting close to the flowing but cold, small garden river was a sight that would have confused many, a Skeksis, a strange appearance indeed, the Great Conjunction had occurred little more than a trine back, reuniting all the Skeksis who did not fall on the war, with only The Mariner and the Scroll-Keeper being granted amnesty for siding with them in the war, but the former patron of the Sifa had long departed Skarith, too guilty of her failure to the sailor clan, seeking islands beyond, whereas the former court scholar had remained in Ha’rar to run the local library but had been sent on a program to educate the still many illiterate Gelfling and the news would take time to reach him in the borders of the Endless Forest and close to Sog, where a cabal of Vapran scholars and Spriton Songtellers had joined him. The creature itself didn’t resembled the withered and broken reptilian beasts that had taken the heart of Thra, no, this being stood tall and proud, in a way that not even the still elegant and fresh Mariner could not hope emulate from the prime of their youth, when they had been birthed by the Crystal, a muscular, well built form towering like a massive statue above the All-Maudra, clad in what seemed a relatively simple apron of Gelfling design, a few sprinkled of dried oil and charcoal staining it and the naked, four arms showed a collection of crimson and orange feathers. “The healers got it under control, everything is gonna be fine…”, the Skeksis continued, If a stranger had heard the rich, profound and slightly rasped tone of the voice one would not have been able it was a female, “Besides, your own issues with your back and wings due to overworking haven’t been solved yet…” “And she still refuses to use that wheelchair we designed for her…”, pointed out the Mystic by her side, a long yet bent creature holding into an intricately decorated staff, but unlike many of the wooden canes used by the Mystics she had dealt with, this one was metallic and heavily decorated with sigils. The All-Maudra curled her lips, clenching her fingers as if she wanted to immediately retort but she could not, it had been an entire trine since she had formally taken the position of All-Maudra, being forged, hardened by the former war and the rough politics of the now independent Gelfling, yet the re-establishment of order, creation of a new system of laws and negotiations to avoid infighting, plus the fear of losing her sister had worsened her already frail health overtime, Nothing I can’t handle , she had thought to herself, Mayrin hadn’t allowed for special measures to be taken to help her crippling scoliosis and despite the council the court healers and the Engineers the idea was still hard to come by.

“We agreed I would only use it outside court appearances and only when in extreme cases!”, Seladon finally managed to retort, her voice barely above a whisper but she knew well the Skeksis and her mystic counterpart heard, “Not like I need it here or can use it anyway…”, she muttered. “Still think you can fool us, All-Maudra?”, the lumbering creature questioned with a chuckle, raising a feathered eyebrow, “We know full well how you feel about this, or have you forgotten we have been leaving with the clans longer than any other?”. The young Vapran woman let out a sigh, placing her hands on her head and rubbing her temples, “No…no I did not”, she recognized, suppressing a shudder as another wave of pain shot down her form, the woman hugging her arms around herself. “Trying to suppress the pain with another pain will not help, All-Maudra”, the Mystic insisted, slowly walking over to the woman’s side, deciding against placing a hand over her shoulder, aware of the zones that most ached when she tensed, “You should not be this cruel to yourself…” The All-Maudra nodded weakly, “I…I just don’t wanna lose her, urMyr”, she confessed with a hoarse voice, gently turning, the wings on her back feeling like they were made of pure, carved stone, threatening to drag her into the snow, “She’s all I really got in life…”. skekOr and urMyr shared a glance and nodded somberly, in a way they knew it was not true, the All-Maudra had found love in the arms of the Prince of the Drenchen during the war, finding his humor refreshing, but hearing all she had lost in her family and how much the relation between the two had grown in the war, how much Seladon struggled to protect her, they could only agree with her. “She’s all I have…”, Seladon repeated, holding her chest, her voice breaking slightly and her words barely audible, thoughts of her sister perishing flooding her mind, of her from slowly closing her eyes as They claimed her, like it had claimed all her family before her, “No…”, she said, trying to hold back the memories, tears beginning to slide down her pale cheeks. “All-Maudra…”, skekOr said, noting the sudden shift and sudden distress, “All-Maudra you gotta calm down, the healers said…” “No…”, Seladon interrupted but she hadn’t even heard him, too focused on her thoughts, on the pain of her, “No, no, no, she’s going to die…”, the Vapran noble exclaimed, holding the sides of her head and collapsing on the snow-covered ground, “Brea, Brea, no, no…”, she said. “Seladon, you gotta calm down!”, skekOr said, “She’s gonna be alright, please, remember the diagnosis…” “She’s going to die!”Seladon shouted, clasping her hands and burying her fingers under the platinum strands of her, “She is going to die!”, she yelled, “No, no, no…you can’t leave me, Brea, not after father, not after mother, not after Tavra!”. At the sudden sight, the Skeksis woman couldn’t keep away anymore, she scooped the All-Maudra up and hugged her, careful not to excel much pressure and avoiding the particularly tense shoulders of the woman, where she had read nearly all of her pain concentrated, “Seladon, it’s alright…it’s going to be alright”, she reassured her, the rasped profound voice still filled with tenderness, she held the suddenly silent woman against her chest, the only sound being her muffled cries. “There, there, let it all out”, skekOr continued, reaching out to gently pass her hand along the cascade of silver hair, she had seen the All-Maudra grow during the time they had served together in the war, watching the insecure girl become a true leader, rising above all adversity and standing for her people, still the subject of family was dear to her, she could understand what, losing them all and not being able to truly express how she felt about them her entire life, not able to show her affection as often as she would like wounded her, “Deep breaths…deep breaths…”, she indicated, pulling away the young woman and slowly placing her back on the ground, looking as she let out harsh breaths. “Slowly…”, the Skeksis woman indicated, raising a taloned hand, beckoning her to stop, the Gelfling woman sniffling and stopping to cry, “There you go, take it slow and easy…”, the engineer beckoned, “Slow breath…”. The Gelfling woman inhaled, feeling the cold air brush the insides of her nose, almost cutting painful but she followed, trying to follow the instructions she had been given, “There you go”, the creature said with a smile on her short beak, “Exhale now, slowly…”, she beckoned with a gesture that looked strange from her massive, muscular hand, the Vapran however, followed her instructions, exhaling, “Again…”, she followed almost as she let out, trying to prevent Seladon from shuddering again. After a few deep breathing exercises that felt like an hour to Seladon, the young Vapran noble lowered her head, all the anguish and fear slowly dissipating from her mind but clarity would take a while before fully manifesting in her, leaving her to still worry. “I am sorry, skekOr…”, Seladon apologized, still too hurt, too worried to care about protocol again and still knowing that the woman prefered to be called by her name, “I…I shouldn’t have reacted like that again…I…I lost control”, she admitted with a polite nod of recognition, “It was immature, it was unworthy of the All-Maudra…” “It was a perfectly normal thing, Seladon, no need to apologize…”, the Engineer dismissed with a comforting smile, “You love your sister more than anything in this world and that is enough, your worry is understandable…”, she admitted. “But that doesn’t mean you should hurt yourself”, the Mystic behind added, “You should take care of yourself and trust in the ability of the healers and the strength of your sister, she has always been strong…”, she insisted, gently brushing the Gelfling’s robe on the arm, “Come now, sit…we should order one of the cooks to bring you some relaxing Ta” Seladon nodded, allowing the two halves too escort her to a polished bench, the Skeksis and Mystic brushing the snow with their talons before allowing the woman to sit, her sight losing itself in the single mosaic window that allowed her to into the citadel, hoping her sister would be well.

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Brea screamed as she pushed once more, her hands clasping the sides of the bed and her wings flapping franatically, feeling every nerve, every muscle contracting and parting, she stopped, letting out brief, choked breaths and swallowing bitterly, her forehead was drenched in a layer of sweat from the sheer efforts, she couldn’t keep it much longer, the pain was just too much for her, “I can’t…I…I can’t…”, she uttered. “Brea, we are almost there, you just gotta push a little bit more!”Naia said at the edge of the bed, raising her head and giving the woman a look, “Come on, you gotta do it, you can’t stop now!” The Princess licked her lips, a bitter, salty taste briefly before trying to mouth something, “I…I can’t…Na-Naia…”, she said through her exhaustion, “It’s…it’s…” “Brea, I can see the head, you are almost there!”, the Drenchen healer interrupted her friend, the voice deviating from the calm, collected attitude she had presented, even in her tired state Brea could notice she was more frantic, “You can’t stop, just a little more and your child will be here but you gotta go on!” At the sudden news the scholar felt a sudden warmness washing over her, a gentle caress, a feeling of renewed strength and purpose on the current situation, My child…our child is here, it has come… , she realized, a part of her feeling strange for doing so, after all the time she had spent educating herself with book in the library and talking with Seladon over her observation of Mayrin while pregnant with Tavra and her and helping raise them that she was giving birth now, that her child was no longer just a concept that she carried but a very real life that had been growing inside her womb and was ready to come into Thra, into their arms. “Brea, please!”, Naia yelled, raising her voice, “No time to stop!” The Princess raised her head, a determined look upon her face as she turned to the Drenchen healer and beginning to push again, the feeling of pain, of her body being rent asunder that was slowly dissipating now rising again, invading every nerve, it was unbearable, a part of herself begging her to simple give in, to abandon, it was too much. No, I can’t give in , Brea told herself, opening her lips to let out another groan of pain, her thoughts being harder to keep in proper order through the feelings invading her, I cannot give in now, our child is almost here and I have to deliver her, have to bring her, she insisted pushing harshly. From the border, Naia’s eyes remained firm on the young Vapra’s bird canal, her hands, protected by thick but soft and flexible Nebrie leather gloves struggling not to tremble in the sudden knowledge of what was to come, the small head of the newborn slowly emerging, a moment later a cry filled the room, almost causing the young but experienced healer to doubt herself, Nearly there , she thought. “Come on, Brea, push!”, she insisted, “Push!”, she commanded, trying to speak over the newborn’s cries. Brea nodded, just when she felt that even with her renewed feel the pain was going to kill her she let out a final push, her lips parting to release a massive squeal of pain that reverberated across the Citadel, the feeling of all her form parting, making way for the new form becoming unbearable, she felt her blood run at an extreme level to her lower half , gushing out down. And then, as soon as it had began, it ended, Brea allowed herself to fall into the pillow as the pain subsides, her lips trembling as she suddenly could hear, interrupted by her own pain, by her own yells, the cries, she slowly tried to rise her head again, feeling her bones aching at the slightest move. “Careful, milady…”, the nurse said, gently helping her rise and placing the pillow in a way she could lie against it, “You have been through a lot, better not to force yourself”, she warned, gently caressing the messy strands of hair. “M-my child…”, Brea stuttered, “Is…is it…” “All is well now, Brea…”, Naia said, slowly approaching her friend, holding a bundle in her arms, a gentle expression on her face, “Your child is fine, everything went well, thank Thra…”, she said with a sigh, reaching down to hand over the newborn to her mother, “It’s a girl…” Brea gently stretched her arms, grabbing the baby wrapped in a blanket, her eyes looking down to see her child, incredulous, the child had a tanned complexion, akin to those of a Spriton, with lightly freckled cheeks and a thin layer of orange hair with a small strand of graying blue. The baby’s eyes opened, they were a deep bronze like her own and she smiled. “She’s…she’s so beautiful…”, Brea uttered in disbelief, gently reaching down and caressing the child’s cheek, a single tear streaming down her face, “So perfect…”, she said before breaking down into tears of joy. “I shall notify the others of the situation”, Naia said with a polite bow before leaving the room, giving the young Vapran nurse by her side a look to accompany her, leaving the Princess alone with her daughter in her arms.

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Kylan and the rest remained silent for the reminder of the time, muffled as Brea’s screams were they were still heard along the long passages of the Citadel, the young Songteller hugged his arms around his form, trying to suppress the feeling of dread and loss, of the pain that his lover must have been going to bring their own child to the world, he was going to be a father, that and the illusion of seeing his love again and forming a family where the only things keeping them at bay, the rest of the group around them could not do much more, their own powers of persuasion and attempts to relieve him of his fear had only done so much. The sudden door opening caused Kylan to snap out of his thoughts, startled at the sudden sound, his head quickly turning to the side and seeing the Drenchen healer emerge, hands behind her back. “Naia…”, the Spriton hurried to say, rising up from his seat and limping, “What happened, is she alright? Please, tell me she is alright!” The young heir to the Drenchen nodded, “She is fine, Kylan”, she declared, placing her arms around his shoulder and patting him, “She is fine and has given birth to a healthy little girl…” The dark thoughts inside his mind seemed to slowly banish at the sudden knews, the tormenting melody inside of his heart replaced with the dawn of peace, of love at the knowledge of his beloved and his daughter being well, the young man immediately threw his arms around his friend. “Thank you, Naia!”he thanked through a sob, “Thank you!” “Hey, just doing my job”, the Drenchen said with a chuckle, “You better come inside and see the two of them…”, she continued before turning to the her brother, “Gurjin, be so kind to fetch Seladon, the Engineer and the Artificer!” “Sure thing!”, her twin said with a nod, “Sure Selly will be pleased to hear of her sister but the two stooges are gonna have a hard time fitting inside again…”, he said with a chuckle. —------------------------------------------------------------- Kylan walked into the healer’s room with a heavy heart and a heavy mind, he wasn’t sure what to think or feel, even with the joy he had experimented upon hearing the good news the idea of being a father, that his own child was here now, his life had taken a strange turn, from being the son of two social outcasts merchants, rejected from their clans for simply loving each other to being one of the heroes of the Resistance and the husband of the young Princess of Ha’rar and helper at the newly formed scholar program, it was hard to process it all now, seeing how much things had changed. He raised his head, seeing Brea lying on the mattress, holding a bundle of blankets in her arms, her face was pale and tired, with heavy bags under her eyes but a wide smile on her face as she looked down at it with loving eyes. “Brea…”, the Spriton uttered, causing the Princess to tear away her gaze from the child and to him. “Kylan!”, she exclaimed, her voice weak but filled with happiness. “How are you feeling?” the young Songteller questioned with a gentle voice, walking to his lover’s side and gently caressed her face The Vapra chuckled before kissing his on the palm, “Tired, more than I have ever been before but happier than ever too…”, she described, holding the little girl close to him, “Come, meet our girl…”, the young scholar said, passing the bundle to Kylan, the Spriton looked down upon the child as she squirmed in his arms, he was mesmerized at the sigh, mouth hanging agape and trembling, as if he was attempting to form words but the situation wouldn’t just let him.

This is our child… he realized, it had been strange to think about the idea of being a father, of being that which he knew so little about, barely having known his own before he was taken from him when he was but a few trine old and yet it was even stranger looking upon their own daughter, their own blood, what it all meant.

“Hello, little one…”, he said shily and gently rocking the baby in his arms, “It’s me your..your…”, he struggled to say, feeling tears beginning to slide down his face and his voice breaking down into sobs

Brea’s eyes widened at the sight of her lover’s sudden reaction, “Kylan…are you ok?”, she asked warily, sliding gently to the side of the mattress.

“She is so beautiful, Brea!”, the Spriton practically wailed, turning back to his lover and leaning down to her side, his eyes and face reddened from his cries, “So beautiful…our little girl”, he uttered, gently caressing the childling’s face with his thumb, careful not harm her, “I…I never thought we would…” “I know, Kylan…”, Brea complimented, gently placing a hand on her lover’s shoulder and massaging it, her own eyes still filled with tears, they had both lost so much, nearly their entire families taken in the bloodied conflict with the former lords, the thought of having a child, of a better tomorrow seemed strange, impossible amidst the despair, even after their victory at the Castle of the Crystal.

He handed over the baby back to her mother as the two gazed upon their newborn girl as she squirmed between their arms, snuggling against her mother’s chest, her small hands grasping for the warm blanket wrapped around her form, as if frightened it could be taken away. “What should we call her?”, Brea suddenly questioned, gently rocking her. “Oh, I thought you would have a name for her”, the Spriton said gently, “You spent so much time looking into the old times with the specific purpose of finding a name…”, he reminded his wife with a sly smile, “Even went to Onica for answers and to see her scrolls on numerology and star reading”. Brea chuckled sheepishly at his reminder of the search they had entailed, while her lover had agreed that they wanted a name to hold a certain meaning for their child they didn’t wanted to make her after some historical figure, something that had suppressed many when revealed but the fact that the royal family had to deal with carrying a questionable name after Mayrin had named her eldest child after her own mother. The young Vapra pondered for a few moments, gazing down over the sleeping baby girl, searching her mind over the many names she had found in the months, “Hmmm, perhaps…”, she began, reaching with one of her hands to click against the side of her face, still pondering, Something that can encompass her without putting pressure…names have power, after all . “Anekka?”Kylan questioned, despite his earlier assertion he wanted to participate, knowing his beloved might have been too tired, “It stands for an ancient warrior bard in Stonewood myth, a companion to Jarra Jen…” Before the Vapran woman could answer, the infant shifted with slight discomfort over, emitting a groan, “Oh…don’t think she likes it…”, she said, as sweetly as she could, Kylan simply shrugging and emitting a chuckle, “How about…Wynne?”, she proposed then, “Name of an old Scroll-Keeper who wrote many of the Crystal Scrolls we used for magic and research”. The crimson-haired girl wiggled inside, an uncomfortable look on her face at the mention of the name. “Hmmm, she didn’t liked that one either…”, Brea said with a weak smile and a chuckle before falling silent and starting to think of more names, gazing down into the face of her daughter, at how her bronze eyes studied her mother with curiosity and then…it came to her. “Ariya…”, she uttered almost as soon as the idea germinated within her mind, sounding softly as she escaped her lips, and in that moment the world seemed to stop around her but the child opened her eyes, “Ariya…”, she uttered again. “Ariya?”, Kylan questioned with slight confusion, “I…I think I heard it once from you but I don’t remember what it means”. “It’s an old Gelfling word…”, the scholar explained with as much passion as she could muster in her weary voice, “It was used for traveling scholars who were also trained as bards in Vapra culture, back before the clan was propelly established”, she explained, “They were inspired by the Spriton songtellers to bring the knowledge in a way the ones who could not read could understand…they were named the Ariya”. At his lover’s explanation Kylan smiled, “That’s a nice name…”, he admitted with a shrug, leaning over the Vapra and placing a kiss on her forehead, “I like it, really exalts the smart she inherited from you”. “Oh, hush now, Kylan”, the Princess said with a chuckle, “She inherited those from you!”, she declared, placing a kiss on his lips and pulling him close. The two lovers remained in embrace together and close to their newborn daughter, holding her close to their chest warmly, not wanting to part for that moment, wishing it would remain forever. —---------------------------------------- “So, that’s the babe then?”, a profound, raspy voice said from the door, wrenching the two new parents from the moment, their eyes opening and the child in their arms turning as best as her mother’s gentle but firm grip allowed her to see the massive form of skekOr and urMyr struggling to enter the room, “Just…just a minute!”, the creature said in a loud and growling voice, “Can never fit here!” “Remember to pull yourself against the sides!”, the Mystic behind him said, “And hurry up, others are waiting to see her and you’re taking up all the view…literally”. The Skeksis growled, reaching out to the sides and clasping the finely sculpted marble wall, “Alright…like something struck between two engrained or cogs…”, she reminded herself of the process they had devised to get through the less-than-ideally sized Gelfling doors. “urMyr, I’m gonna need you to push from behind!”, the Skeksis woman ordered, “Same for you, Seladon, Gurjin and Rian…”, she said, the muttering behind letting her know they were less than thrilled with needing to do so. “Oh, come now!”, the Engineer said with exasperated sarcasm, “Next time I won’t attempt to come in first…I am sorry…”, she added, scratching the back of her head and rustling the large, black and orange feathers, “Help me out and push!”, the Skeksis then ordered, clapsing the sides tightly and comenzing to push. She felt the many hands on her back, pressing against her muscular form and pushing forwards, both the small Gelfling ones, and the ones of her Mystic other, gnarled as if they were more stronger than ever her own, the natural strength of her Urru heritage. “Come on…almost there!”, she said, clenching her teeth and feeling the short and sharp ends of her beak gnashing together, slowly feeling the sides of her body sliding out of the cramped passage into the room. In a moment, there was a loud groan as the Skeksis was pushed inside, her entire body trying to balance out and waving her four, thick as beams of steel arms before she reached to clasp for a table and tripped to the ground. “Oh, dear Thra!”, the voice of urMyr said from the entrance, the Mystic quickly entering to help out her other half, her blunt teeth clenching at the feeling of the cold groan struck the Skeksis, “skekOr, you ok?”, she questioned. The feathered creature lifted an arm and raised her taloned and curved thumb before mumbling something. The azure colored Artificer huffed, a mixture of relief and annoyance, “She’s alright!” “What I don’t understand is why don`t you, girls, just invent some sort of shrinking device or look for a spell?”, Gurjin posed, shrugging his shoulders and walking into the room. “I’ve told, Prince of the Sog…”, urMyr said, crossing her arms, “Magic and inventions don’t work like that and we are still developing that rod of concentrated Crystal Magic to carve out larger doors…” “Yep…gotta focus the beams into a more focused one…”, the Skeksis said, rising from the ground and dusting off her armor encrusted and oily robes. The couple couldn’t help but chuckle at the moment happening before their eyes, the Vapran woman in bed taking one of her hands to mask her smile. “Brea…”, Seladon finally said, causing the young Princess to turn to the entrance, her sister slowly walking to her side, her pale-golden skin reddened and her eyes hugged by thick, bloodshot veins, “You…you are alright”, the All-Maudra uttered, approaching the bed. “I…I thought I was gonna lose you…”, the older Vapran confessed, almost feeling herself about to break into tears once more, “Like mother…like Tavra”. “Seladon, I am well…”, Brea reassured her with a smile, “I wasn’t gonna abandon you or Kylan…”, she said, slowly raising the childling, “Come, come meet your niece…” As the eldest sister approached she slowly took in the look of the girl, her tan skin and red hair, the small, almost unnoticeable freckled that lined her cheeks and upper nose, her jaw dropped down at the recognition, “Oh, Brea…”, she said as tears began falling down from her cheeks, she gently reached down to grab the childling. “She…she looks so much like father!”, she said, unable to contain the feeling that the awakened memories stirred within her, the thoughts of her long forgotten father being too much for her, “I…I…” “It’s alright, Seladon…”, Brea said, slowly incorporating and embracing her sister, “I miss him too…” “He would be so happy to see her grandchild…”, Seladon moaned, “It’s…it’s just sad that neither he or mother are here…” Kylan, who had managed to overhear the conversation lowered his head in slight pain, “Yes…I too wish my parents could have been here to see us”, he pondered, much as he loved his adoptive mother, Mera, there was always a longing for what could have been, “But you are here, Seladon and this childling will grow to meet you…” Seladon nodded, gently handing the child back to Brea. “Well, well, let us see the little one…”, skekOr said, her entire form towering above the bed, shadowing the three Gelfling, “Hmmm, red hair…like your father, you said?” “Kinda…”, Brea admitted with a shrug, “Father wasn’t completely red-haired, he had Spriton and Stonewood ancestry and his hair was dark…there is no precise way to understand how the pure Sifa gene manifests yet, given the high concentration of mixed-blood individuals in the clan”. At this the Skeksis raised her eyebrow with, “Interesting…skekSa never told me how that one worked…”, she said with slight confusion, “The way Gelfling adapt is a fascinating process and yet one I can’t fully understand”. “Whoah, Engineer, I hope you’re not expecting to do any experiments to find out”, Gurjin chuckled, gently punching the woman on the shoulder. At the suggestion, the feathered creature smirked, her glistening, sharp teeth showing threateningly, “Maybe I will…care to help me out?” “Uh…”, Gurjin said, turning his eyes to the side with discomfort, “Uh…no thanks!” “Thought so…”. skekOr chuckled, winking an eye. A sudden cough interrupted the moment, the entire group turned to see Naia and the Vapra healer behind them, a stern look on her face, “I am sorry to interrupt the moment but the patient needs time to rest…so everyone except Kylan, out!”, she ordered, not afraid to even bark orders and instructions to the All-Maudra and the Skeksis and Mystic pair, they might have had authority over her but in Sog and in the medical wing they all answered to her. As the room was emptied, Brea and Kylan remained together, both looking with love upon their child, the one being they loved most.

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Dark Crystal Tik-Tok challenge: Calling s/o the wrong name.

Deet to Rian:

Deet was writing up her midterm paper comparing Stonewood and Grottons weapons for her elective history class. Thanks to Rian and Ordon, Deet had tons of research material to work with thanks to Ordon’s collection and Rian’s expertise. Though she was having a bit of trouble remembering what a specific sword was used for. She also made a mental note to call up Amri and see if he could send her a picture of his family’s old bombs that they used. She called to her boyfriend:

“Amri! I-I mean Rian”!

“Amri”!?

Oh crud.

Rian walked out in robe, pink facial mask on and his hair tucked under a towel.

“Of all the names to call, you call Amri? Your EX”?!

“Im so sorry”.

“Amr-Does Amri sounds like Rian? D-Do I look like an egotistical grottan with a bad haircut who makes horrible fashion choices ”?

“Hey”!

“Oh don't defend him Deethra, short or long just pick man”!

Deet stifled the growing lump of a laugh in her throat. “He was on my mind, I meant to call your name-”.

“Why was he on your mind? Why are you thinking about your ex-boyfriend when you have all this”?! Rian circled his hand around himself.

“I need help with my paper”. Deet giggled, finding humor in her boyfriend’s reaction.

“No you know what, get an F”.

“Huh”?!

“Yeah, you want to hurt your boyfriend’s feelings, you get privileges taken away. No more help, no more access to the family weaponry, you want help you get Amri”. With a final humph and quick tightening of his robe, he left Deet alone cackling on the bed.

Rian to Deet:

After a successful date, Deet recommended that they grab some burgers and fries from Wimpy.

Deet was driving despite Rian’s gentle protest, but the young Grottan loved using the car since it took to roads so well compared to a Grottan vehicle that was more suited for the paved sirt of her hometown. The problem was that Deets turns were quite harsh and sharp as if she was still trying to trek through the caves roads.

Rian held on to the coat handle for dear life as Deet skidded the car into the parking lot, nearly knocking over one of the trashcans by the outdoor seatings.

“For the love of Thra! Mira you're gonna kill us”! Rian screeched just as Deet spiraled to park perfectly.

“Who”? Deet put the car in park, brows raised in question.

“Huh”?

“D-Did you just call me by your ex-girlfriend's name”?

Did he? He was too terrified for his life to even comprehend what he was saying.

“Did I”?

“Yeah, did my driving make you think of her”? Deet grinned leaning in close to a flustered Rian, who was clutching his thumping heart.

“Probably, she drove crazy like you. Though she didn't have an excuse she just liked giving me a scare”.

“Awww, you’re still going to introduce me to her right? She sounds fun”. Grinned Deet, grabbing her purse from the back seat.

“Oh yeah, she’ll love you”. Rian breathed, shakingly getting out of the car.

His legs were so wobbly Deet had to help him inside the restaurant.

Brea to Kylan:

Brea was on her phone while Kylan was at the foot of the bed folding their laundry.

As she scrolled through her phone, she got an email from her friendly ex, Rek’yr. Apparently, he had tickets to a museum benefactor gala. He was going to go with his plus one but apparently, they had to cancel. So Rek’yr decided to offer the two tickets for her and Kylan to use. Delighted by an evening out, Brea immediately accepted the offer.

“Rek’yr what are you doing on Friday”?

“...”

“A-Are you...Were you addressing me”?

Brea slowly looked up from her phone, mortified as she realized her error. Kylan looked at her, a mix of confusion and hurt on his face.

“... I am so sorry”.

“I-Its fine, i guess. I mean...It was a mistake right”?

“Yeah”. Brea’s lips quivered, tear bubbles forming in the corner of her eyes. Kylan cooed, pulling her into his arms he rubbed her back as she began to cry.

“Shhh, it's okay Brea, I know it was a mistake”.

“I-I-Im so sorry”. She wailed, clutching Kylan’s snotty shirt.

“There is nothing to be sorry for Princess”. Kylan sweetly assured, kissing her temple as she continued to cry in shame.

Completely forgetting about the tickets.

Kylan to Brea:

As much as Kylan was getting used to Brea’s family members randomly coming over to their apartment, It was a hassle when one of her sisters just came over randomly. The latest ‘visitor’ was Brea’s second older sister, Tavra. Who apparently stopped by to drop off some leftovers she thought he and Brea might like then left in a hurry.

So when he heard the door open, he assumed it was Tavra coming back for something.

“Did you forget something Katavra”?

“Excuse me, Ka-who”?

Kylan looked from his book to his girlfriend's confused frown. Brea pushed her sunglasses over her eyes, hands on her hip and amber eyes narrowed.

“Who is Katavra”?

“W-Wha”?

“You heard me”. Brea sauntered over, her intimidating demeanor forcing Kylan to scramble to the side of the couch. “Who is Katavara”?

“Is this a trick question or are you having fun with me”?

“Kylan, do I look like I'm having fun with you”. Brea leaned over, caging Kylan with her petite body. “I'll ask again.Who.Is.Katavra”?

“...Your sister”. Kylan warily answered.

Brea blinked, irritation morphing into realization. Her mouth opened in an “oh”.

“You mean Tavra”?

“Did you forget your sister’s name”?

“Well I mean, no one calls her Katavra so...Yeah I forgot her name. Sorry larva”.

“For the love of Thra woman”.

Mothria to Gurjin:

The best thing about being chosen to dance in the Sog community’s up-and-coming festival was that Mothria had an excuse to ditch Pop-Pa’s excruciating farmwork. To replace it with an excruciating hour of practice, though it's not all bad. It was nice to spend time with Naia, as both of them were partnered up to dance the part of the maiden. Although, having your ex-boyfriend as the head director can be quite awkward. Thankfully, Geal was very professional and only talked to her when needed.

Unfortunately, when Mothria got home after a long rehearsal her greeting was a little off.

“Geal I'm home, wanna get take out”?

“The FUCK you just call”?

Mothria stiffened as Gurjin stomped over to the foyer, arms crossed and eyes burning with anger.

“Did I call you Gael by accident”?

“Yeah, you did”.

“I messed up bad huh”?

“Mm-hm”.

“Couch tonight”?

“I'll get it set up for you”.

Mothria didn't move as Gurjin’s locs hit her snout as he swiftly turned to march to the linen closet.

“I love you”. She called.

“Love you too, but you're still on the couch tonight”.

Gurjin to Mothria:

If there was one thing Gurjin liked doing, it was messing with Mothria when was in a pissed mood. Not to pissed that would kick him out the loft, but pissed enough to at least get kicked out of the room for thirty minutes to an hour.

And he cooked up the perfect way to agitate his love moth even more.

His ‘victim’ was sitting at the kitchen island on her phone probably venting to his twin. With natural born charm, Gurjin slid to Mothria’s side wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulders.

“Hey, Lovemoth, why so sad”?

“Oh, just dealing with family drama Gur-Gur”. She sighed, leaning into his touch “Not to be a brat but can you cuddle me later. We can watch whatever I just want snuggles”.

“Of course, Resha”.

Gurjin bursted out laughing as he was roughly shoved on his rump.

“I freaking hate you”! Mothria growled, stomping their shared bedroom after gently punching Gurjin below the belt.

“OOF”! Gurjin guffawed as he clutched his gentiles “M-Mothy what about cuddles and movies”? “You're banned from cuddles and movies! I'm going over to Naia’s”!

“Can I come”?

“NOOOOO, people who call me by ‘Resha’ don't get my love”!

The fuming Mothria stepped over her still laughing boyfriend who was now rolling on the floor. Grabbing her purse and keys.

“Love you”! Gurjin wheezed, tears in his eyes.

“Eat sog”! Screamed Mothria, slamming the apartment door. Leaving a chukaling Gurjin on his own for the next few hours.

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