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Skydiving Safety 101

Summary: The Chain comes across a monster camp in Wild's era. Through no fault of their own, the ensuing fight does not go as planned. Sky is the one that pays the price.

Word Count: 3,013

Main Characters: Sky, Warriors, Wild

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64306954#main

So uh... I got randomly really motivated and wrote 752 words of madness in like an hour? I am a really yappy wall. Enjoy!!!

PUMPKIN SOUP STORIES

The pumpkins on Skyloft looked like actual pumpkins. Which was weird because Wild knew that Sky was supposedly the furthest removed from him in time so theoretically they should’ve had the most differences in their food. But no, the pumpkins were definitely the same as the ones Wild bought in Kakariko, just slightly less fortified. 

Wild put the last of the butter into the pot. He was following the same recipe he used with his own era’s pumpkins but the results were looking good so far. He picked up the new ladle Four had gifted him last week (the old one had shattered against a bokoblin’s head a month ago) and stirred the soup. 

Maybe it was the altitude or the very stressful week he’d had in Hyrule’s Hyrule but Wild didn’t notice someone approaching until they were already standing right next to him. He craned his neck back to glance at them before turning back to the stew. 

“Do you need any help with the stew?” Hylia – no, Zelda – no, Sun asked. 

“No. I’m basically done.” Wild said. 

“Okay. Has the altitude sickness gotten any better?”

“Yeah, the green potion worked. I could probably sleep for a week, though.”

Sun smiled at this. “I get what you mean. I took a thousand year nap after my first time on the surface. Well, I suppose that was a little different – but still.”

“Oh, I was only out for a century,” Wild replied, picking up the ladle again.

“What?”

“Huh?”

Wild looked up again at Sun when she didn’t respond. He stirred the soup and set down the ladle. “So… why were you asleep for a millenia?”

Sun didn’t answer right away, instead choosing to sit down next to Wild with her gaze fixed on the pumpkin soup. She told him about growing up with Link on Skyloft and the knighting ceremony. She told him about falling to the surface for the first time, alone and afraid. She’d led her best friend through the unknown and dangerous new world. Then she’d sacrificed herself for a thousand years to seal the inevitable darkness away until she awoke. 

She told him about The Imprisoned and Demise and even though Wild knew how Sky’s story went, he still listened. So when she reached the end of that story he told his own, or what little he knew of what came before and the life he’d lived in the aftermath. 

He told her about his family, the one he knew not in his own memories but from the little pieces that Mipha remembered. He had a sister, once upon a time. There was no knowing if they’d died during the Calamity. He told her about becoming a knight when he was twelve and a royal guard just two years later. 

Then he told her about the Calamity and the guardians and waking up alone and free a hundred years later. She listened when he told her about the months of preparation and happiness he lived before fighting Ganon once more in a fight both far harder and far easier than he could ever have imagined. 

The pumpkin soup was done by then so Wild split it into ten portions and called over the rest of the group to join them. The stories went forgotten as Wind burned his tongue and Sky finally got around to properly introducing everyone to Sun. 

They didn’t stay on Skyloft long, stories of unnaturally strong monsters across Hyrule calling them down to the surface for another week before they stepped through another portal and were gone. 

The next time they returned, Wild let Sun scoop the seeds out of the pumpkins (he would never trust anyone with the cooking pot again after Hyrule managed to light his ladle on fire). They laughed as they worked, scars that had been too raw the last time they met now healed enough to make light of. 

They talked about their lives between their own adventures and the first portal. Sun told Wild about her childhood misadventures with Sky and Wild in turn told her about Flora and her fascination for frogs. 

Wild took a small pouch of Skyloftian pumpkin seeds to try growing in Hateno that visit. He smiled faintly to himself when he noticed it was missing one day. He turned in the direction of a familiar castle that would soon become the ruins he’d woken up to two years ago. 

The pumpkins on Skyloft looked remarkably similar to the ones in Wild’s Kakariko.

Yall, I just realized a thing...

WILD AND SUN WOULD BE BEST FRIENDS.

hear me out here.

Both of them died, came back, and had to restore their memories. They both deal with feeling like an intruder in their own body, feeling like they can't live up to who they used to be in their past life. WAR PTSD!! FLASHBACKS!!! They're both knights (sort of? This is a bit of a stretch lmao) Sun went to a knight school, Wild used to be a knight before he kicked the bucket.

I need more content of them interacting and just relating to each other. Because they really would relate. Their experience of dying and coming back is not a very common one, and having someone else to relate to would probably make them overjoyed. Also, Wild has already spoken to her. Mostly just as a business exchange and she's Hylia then, but STILL. Pls someone write a fic abt them, I will marry you. This is my official proposal. Compete for my aroace hand right now. GET WRITING PLEASE YOU'LL HAVE MY SOUL. (because I'm too lazy to)

[ HOSPITAL ]

Now. You might be wondering why on earth my first thought was that I was a reincarnate rather than—well rather than something normal like coming out of a coma or being miraculously saved at a hospital. 

(Miraculously—heh. You’ll get that joke soon enough). 

But let’s review the facts, shall we? 

Firstly, I got stabbed and bled out. I felt myself die. It was horrible, and agonizing, and quite frankly horrifying, but there’s no mistaking that sensation. Nothing else would compare, and I knew that I’d carry that feeling for the rest of my life. (Would that be the appropriate term, if the way I was alive counted for anything? The rest of my existence, maybe?)

Secondly, I woke up somewhere cold and unfamiliar. Not in an ambulance, not in a hospital bed, but rather with the strangest bone-deep conviction that I was somewhere warm and all-encompassing and suddenly wasn’t. This confused me the most, because­­—as I said—there was no possible way for me to have survived in any normal sense. It would take a miracle and a half, and evidently that hadn’t come up if the way I was carried around in the arms of strangers as though I weighed nothing had anything to say about this absurd situation.

And thirdly. This was the most damning part of it all: the last words I’d heard before I’d fallen asleep.

“Félicitations, c'est une fille!”

With my limited high-school French, even I could understand this.

Congratulations—it’s a girl!

So, with all these clues, with everything adding up the way it did, is it even a mystery that my first thought was reincarnation?

***

When I wake up from my impromptu nap, it’s to warmth. Cosy, pleasant warmth, the kind that makes you want to burrow further under your covers and maybe kick your feet due to the sheer contentment you feel, and drift lazily to sleep.

I was set on doing that—determined, even, to push away all thoughts of the sheer magnitude of this situation, and the absurdity of it—but my stomach decides that it’s going to rebel and make me aware of the fact that I was starving. The sensation is overwhelming, my tiny body wracked with hunger that felt devastating, and I do the only thing that this tiny body is capable of doing. I scream. I cry.

This is vastly different from my last outburst. That was the confused, panicked wail of an adult-turned-baby, and with the confusion and overstimulation and bright lights and cold and the smell of hospital disinfectant and being wet and slimy and being slapped on my rear­—

Yeah, there was nothing left for me to do except scream; no recourse available apart from distress that was devastating in its intensity.

This cry of mine is instinctual. It’s what this body decides to do, and before I’m even aware of it, I’m doing it again. Louder, even, as though my mouth and lungs have remembered what to do and are compensating for the initial delay. My limbs are trapped in fabric, and before I can panic at that, I’m lifted. Cradled.

My eyes are closed, squinted, and I’m sure that even if I could open them, I wouldn’t be able to see anything. But my ears don’t have that problem, and I can hear a soft voice murmuring in that same musical language—which I can now tentatively identify as French­—and I can hear the snap of something, a strap loosening and then—

Oh.

Oh.

Warmth. A new kind of warmth. It’s sweet, and rich, and flows down my throat like I’m starving. (As an aside, this was my first taste of food in this new life, no matter the source. No wonder I felt euphoric, almost drunk on finally filling my stomach, when this tiny body had never even felt so much as a hunger pang before).

I don’t think; I just act, latching onto the offered source of food and drinking as though my life depends on it. It’s humiliating. It’s weird. It’s something that I adamantly don’t want to think about, my mind shying away from exactly where I’m greedily guzzling from.

The voice above me hums softly. It’s a lullaby I don’t recognise, and it sounds soothing. My eyelids droop, a deep satisfied sleepiness creeping in again. This body betrays me by falling asleep, and honestly? I don’t fight it. I don’t want to think about what happened. I don’t want to process all that’s happened. Not now. Not yet. 

I sleep.

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I blink.

I breathe.

I scream.

***

It is an oddly peculiar feeling to not only see the life leaving you (as evidenced by all the blood pooling around me), but to also feel your heart pumping sluggishly as though it’s trying to make up for all the blood haemorrhaging out of you but not being able to do anything about it.

Case in point—me.

I—well, there’s nothing to say about me. Or well, the me before me.

Fuck, I’m making such a mess of this. I’m aware that I’m not making a lot of sense, but I promise you I will in due time.

So. Back to the point. Me—haemorrhaging. It really was a stupid reason.

See, I’d had an argument with my mother. Something stupid, I don’t remember. Anyway, I decided to say, ‘fuck it’ and wander around a part of town she never let me go by myself.

And then I got myself stabbed. Yeahhhh, I think I can see why she hated me going out to that particular part of town by myself. Goddamn it.

***

The next thing I was aware of was cold. Not the darkness I anticipated. Not Heaven (or Hell). But cold.

Clinical cold. Hospital cold.

I don’t know why it shocks me, except that I’m quite sure I was somewhere warm before I was expelled out here. Which doesn’t really make sense considering the fact that I was dying out in the cold and one of my last memories before I arrived here (wherever the fuck here is) was my hands going numb out of sheer coldness.

Before I can ruminate on that thought, and why I’m quite certain that I was cocooned somewhere warm and dark—

Someone slaps me­­—slaps me somewhere unmentionable.

I blink.

I breathe.

I scream.

***

I hear voices. It all sounds foreign­­—musical, almost, and I can’t understand a single word. It sounds like I’m underwater, and like my ears are filled with water, and quite frankly: like I don’t know what’s going on.

I’m freezing. I’m wet­­—or well, I’m not wet but rather am covered in something that I’m trying my hardest not to think about.

I’m moved from person to person, and the fact that I can be carried like this, as though I was not a full-grown adult, but something in need of protection, as though I was something frail made me scream harder.

I’m sponged down, no longer as sticky and feeling a great deal warmer than I was moments ago. It occurs to me then that I was naked. No wonder I was cold.

I feel indignant. Scared. Overwhelmed.

Really, all I want to do is go to sleep, and figure out what the actual fuck is happening later, once the confusion and tiredness and overstimulation ends.

So that’s what I decide to do. My screams (my cries) peter out until I’m almost hiccoughing, and I’m finally bought to rest on someone’s arms, and bought up to their chest.

It soothes me almost instantly, and at this point I can’t be bothered to figure out why.

The last thing I hear before I finally sleep is, “Félicitations, c'est une fille!”

My last thoughts are ‘Am I a fucking reincarnate?’

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The thing is—The thing is kin-slaying is a big thing.

Not a small big thing either—stealing from someone, marrying a rival, falling from social grace, even straight-up killing someone; all of that falls leagues beneath kin slaying.

It is the sort of thing that is abhorrent, never spoken about and yet understood. It is—well, there’s really no describing such visceral horror at the action.

It curdles the blood. Settles in the bones. It is something that is seen, known. There is no atonement for it. No repentance, no asking forgiveness. The doors of heaven—yours, mine, his, hers—are closed to you forevermore.

But the question is this. If kin-slaying—a crime that shifts the air, warps the world like it has been proven to do, forces you to bear the weight of Atlas (and then some); if this act is so monstrous, then why do I not feel an ounce of shame?

Why—do I look at the blood on my hands, the corpse at my feet, and feel nothing at all?

LEAVING THEIR MIC AND CAMERA ON WHILE BEING SOFT WITH THEIR S/O

 can you do a post where like the zoom call in which they accidentally have their camera on, they accidentally have their mic on while they’re being soft with their s/o with akaashi, suna, and daichi 🥺🥺

A/N: Thanks for requesting, I tried to do something a little different with this one. I couldn’t decide whether to make a headcanon or  an scenario. Hope you like it! Thanks for reading ♡ ♡ ♡

Pairings: Akaashi x f!Reader, Suna x f!Reader, Daichi x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

WC~1028

“I’ll be back in a few minutes”

“Where are you going??”

“Tsk, you won’t die without Akaashi for ten minutes, will you?” You grin as you see Bokuto’s hair falling down when Konoha gives a sympathetic look at Akaashi.

Akaashi nods as he presses some buttons on the Keyboard before turning around, his tired look softens when he sees your figure standing in the door frame.

“Y/N” his voice ghosts as you handle him a plate with boiled rapeseed plants, which you managed to make in record time.

“It won’t be as good as the one from the store you like but…you looked really tired” his mouth curves up slightly at the sight of the food, “and I wanted to surprise you”

“You didn’t have to…”

“Just-let me take care of you for once” you huff, sitting on his lap, placing your legs sideways. Akaashi lets his head fall on the crook of your neck as his nose brushes your skin playfully, making you giggle

“Open”

Akaashi obediently follows your command as you place a bite on his mouth, making him hum in response. You smile when his arms squeeze you as he leans closer to you. “Thank you, Y/N…I lo-“

His jaw falls open. Feeling his shoulders tensing up, you cock an eyebrow at him in confusion.

“Keiji, what happened?”

“It seems… I didn’t turn the camera off”

You feel your heartbeat drop at the sight of all the third years laughing, no sound coming out until Akaashi’s hand reaches the keyboard, a scared look snaps on his face, fearing about what might come out of his laptop.

“Boohoo you lovebirds go get a room!”

“Well, they already are-”

“I want a cute girlfriend that makes food for me too!!”

“W-Wait Akaa-” You blink at how fast he closes the computer,  making his teammates disappear. You feel a giggle tickling your throat when you notice the blush on his ears.

“I’m never leaving this open again” He mumbles, hugging you tightly before reaching your hand to kiss it, “How embarrassed, I’m so sorry”

“You looked really cute all flustered like that, tho!”

“Y/N, I love you…but stop, please”

“I’m gonna take a nap, care to join me?”

Suna’s lazy gaze glimmers at your offer, making him fully turn his head at you.

“Why torturing me, like this?” he whines as he forces himself to return to his previous position, watching the screen as his captain scolded the twins ”Later, beautiful”.

Your shoulders fall disappointed at his response, rubbing your eyes, you climb on his bed, curling yourself up between the blankets.

“Knock it off you two, we are helping you study!”

Suna can’t refrain the long yawn that comes out, as he blinks a few times still looking at the screen. He turns his head to the back, catching your figure laying comfortably on his bed. The urge to lay with you becoming unbearable.

“Guys, there is…something really important I have to do”

“It’s okay, Suna, see you tomorrow morning!” He clicks carelessly the keyboard, his eyes fixed on you.

Suna moves quickly towards the bed before collapsing over you, his limbs covering your body, trapping you. His chest lays against your back as he presses one side of his face against yours, feeling the air in your lungs escaping you huff with a sideways smile.

“Rintarou…I can’t breathe”

“You’re the one who offered me this, remember?”

“I don’t remember offering me as your pillow”

“Too bad then” He removes the blankets before pulling it over the two of you, his arms lock your waist as he kiss lightly your cheek, closing his eyes when he feels the smile on your lips.

“ ‘Something important to do’, no shit, Suna!”

You snap your sleepy eyes at Atsmu’s voice, still processing the situation.

“The camera…” you whisper

“Hmmm”

“I don’t want them to see us, Rin” his eyes remain closed as you pout, frowning, you try to remove his arms.

Suna tightens his grip on your waist before flipping you to the other side, making only his back visible for the camera. His eyes open slightly, and you catch a tiny smile on his lips as he squishes your cheeks.

“Problem solved, beautiful. Can we sleep now?”

“Daichi”

He turns his attention away from his laptop, a concerned look takes over his features at the way you frown looking at his phone.

“Uhm, you’ve got a text from Suga and…the first years are fighting with the basketball team over the gym”

Daichi’s eyes go blank and you swear you saw his soul leaving for a second. He stands, taking heavy steps in your direction.

“They what?” he takes his phone from your hands, closing his eyes, he  feels irritation building up in his stomach, “They are making me crazy”

“Daichi Sawamura” his eyes open when your hands cup his cheeks, “I’m the only one supposed to do that” Daichi’s cheeks flush, letting out an airy laugh at the pout on you face.

“Don’t be jealous, princess” Daichi pockets his phone before placing his hands on your hips, you giggle as he pinches your sides softly. The irritation fades away when he feels your hands tracing the muscles of his back. He stares at your lips before leaning in, giving you a soft kiss.

A whistle makes the two of you break their contact abruptly. You see Daichi’s soul for the second time in the day, as he turns to the computer to see a mix of blushed and embarrassed faces.

“Sawamura! We can see you!” Michimiya screams with her face covered by her hands, you feel your cheeks heating up as you move away from Daichi, “I’ve been trying to tell you that for the last five minutes”

“Sorry!” Daichi yells as he bows at the screen, you copy him, bowing too. You share a brief look before looking away shyly, fighting the blush that was taking over your cheeks, you bow at him and then at the screen again before rushing away.

“How didn’t you hear us, Sawamura?”

Daichi sighs ,defeated. He looks at the human-shaped blanket on the couch, feeling his lips curving up instinctively as he pictures the blushed face you are desperately trying to hide under the covers.

“I was…really distracted, sorry again!”

Sorry for taking so long, but I have a pretty important oral exam this week and I’ve been feeling kind of insecure with…well everything I do HAHAHAAH 

Please reblog if you like it!

Thanks for reading! ♡

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Chapter 15

Another Rude Awakening

Blinding light was the first physical sensation that welcomed Aseria to consciousness, the second being the pain in her leg. Panic shot through her system faster than the pain could once she remembered the events before she passed out.

With the safehouse in view and her mother in the doorway, she let out a relieved huff of breath.

“Thank the gods, just the woman I needed to see.”

With her vision fading out, she found herself panicking a little more, unsure if she could make it to the door in time. She wasn’t sure why her mother wasn’t coming to help her, especially after watching her get wounded. But before she could register the features, she heard the voice of the woman she just escaped from.

“Welcome home, Aseria.”

Marisol, the woman she loathed more than words could say, peaked her head into the doorway.

“Ah, you are awake.”

Aseria moved to the corner of the broken down bed as she tried to shrink herself to the smallest she could be. She took a moment to find her voice, but let the venom sink into her words the very second she found them.

“Get the fuck away from me.”

Marisol leaned against the doorway and crossed her arms after letting out a tiny huff.

“That’s no way to talk to your fiance”

Aseria rolled her eyes so hard she believed she could read her mind like the pages of a book if she tried.

“Ex fiance. Don’t act like you care now.”

“I do care.”

“You seemed so quick to make a run for it earlier. Why come back now?”

Marisol took a step inside the room and looked around. The walls were a chipped pink, reminding her of the flowers she first proposed with. The furniture still had tiny M and A’s carved into the wood, reminding both women that they were just reckless teenagers that were painfully in love, willing to spend forever together and show it off more proud than anyone had ever seen if that is what the world despised the most.

“That’s not how I wanted our reunion to go and I really needed to apologize for it .”

Marisol angrily forced her face into her hands and sighed as Aseria shook her head.

“Don’t try to lie and tell me you wanted a reunion. I’ve had enough of your games.”

“I’ve wanted more than anything to see your smile again Aseria.”

Said woman let out a bitter laugh as she tried to stand, carefully leaning back on her heels, wincing at the pain in her leg.

“There is no way you wanted to see me again. There is no way in hell.”

She walked on her injured leg to jab her finger to Marisol’s chest. Marisol grabbed her hand and glared at the taller woman.

“How could you be so sure that it didn’t tear me apart to leave?”

Aseria stumbled and felt the fire shoot through her injury, she let out a gasp.

“Maybe the way you left me? The way you traded me for power, or maybe it was all in the way you made sure to tell my mom exactly how you felt about the whole situation just hours ago. ”

But as soon as their eyes met, Marisol felt the love that she suppressed forcing itself back up to its original power.

“Please. Let me explain.”

“You had your chance to.”

“I had to look stronger than I was in front of them. There are other forces at play here that you don’t know of. If I showed just how much I cared and how much I love you, they would’ve killed you on the spot.”

“Maybe you should’ve just let them.”

“Please, Ase… please let me explain.”

“You have five minutes.”

Chapter 14

Suspicious Sacrifices

Reyna didn’t want to admit that she was worried, but she couldn’t help it. Both maternal instinct and the side of her that was the commander worrying over her soldier kicked her adrenaline into overdrive. She had to finish this fight up, and she had to do it quickly. Her daughter’s safety was her first priority, with her own being a second, but nowhere near close. Knowing that Marisol making a run couldn’t be good news, she decided to do what she could to get out quickly.

The first blow she could land was a quick swing with nothing but adrenaline backing it, Reyna found herself able to distract the tallest of the lot, just as she planned. She knew it was a dirty way to fight, but she had to get out. She swung for the knee and slashed the goon’s achilles. The first bellowed in pain as she fell, then there were the remaining three surrounding Reyna.

Her hand felt the wood of the sword’s hilt splintering, giving her the sign that it would be giving out soon.

“Damn it.”

She huffed to herself as she adjusted her bloodied grip.

All of the years she led armies and allowed herself to get struck to get the upper hand taught her to pick her battles, literally and figuratively. If her weapon was going to give out, she either had to run or fight with her hands. She didn’t mind, but she knew it would take longer.

There’s only so much a person can do when they’re faced with certain death and a hard place. Reyna released a brief breath and gave a curt nod, more to herself than anyone. This was a dance with death that she wasn’t supposed to take a chance with so soon.

She led with a stab to one’s side, connecting solid metal and breaking the sword off into the oppressor’s side. Using all her might to swing them into each other, she decided to make a run for it while they cut their losses, and the metal out of the middle goon’s side.

It was time to run and it was time to get to her daughter. She needed nothing more than to make sure her daughter was at the very least alive. Judging by the conversation and the last moments Marisol was in the room, there couldn’t have been any good news.

No, Marisol would never kill Aseria, but a certain pulling in her chest made her believe that the estranged ex-fiancé wouldn’t mind getting a little more physical to get to what she wanted. There was a certain line that she knew not to cross, but another line that she didn’t care about crossing when it came to Aseria. Marisol would never kill her, but she would rough her up to make the bluff of killing her look a little more believable.

As Reyna got to the door, she hears a loud voice thunder from behind her.

“You know where she is.”

She froze in her tracks as she grabbed the handle of the door

“I highly doubt Marisol would be that stupid.”

The goon couldn’t help but to let out a chuckle.

“Go look for yourself then. Marisol wants Aseria to join our cause.”

Reyna felt herself cringe at the confirmation that she didn’t want to hear.

“Her words don’t back that statement at all.”

She heard one of the goons stand from their spot at the other’s wounded side.

“Maybe it's not from a romantic standpoint.”

Another chimed in, willingly pushing her buttons.

“You raised quite the soldier.”

Finally, the wounded one coughs up a laugh.

“We’ve been watching for quite a while.”

Reyna’s eyes widened. All those times she believed they were being watched but she brushed it off as a paranoid leader, all the times Aseria would wake up in a panic saying something felt wrong, it really was her biggest fear.

“Then I’d better take my chances on getting home so I can speak to her.”

“That’s not your home anymore.”

“Not the one you’ve watched us from.”

With that she made a run for the safehouse, the last place she would expect Marisol to be so stupid to go to for a confrontation.

Chapter 13

Dangerous Distance

Ordonez wasn’t particularly excited to follow the trail of the two boys that ruined his chances with the woman he was dangerously infatuated with, but he would take this opportunity and run with it if that is what it would take to get her to grace him with another kiss.

There was no kindness in the way she touched him or kissed him, he knew he was only being used. He reminded himself constantly for the sake of wedging away from the feelings he held for her. It never worked in his favor, though. He was in too deep and he overstepped the line he danced between, the line of falling in love and the borderline obsession he fell in.

“I need to find those runts and get back to her. That is all. That is all I need right now.”

He repeated his words to himself over and over, praying to whatever higher power was watching him that he could make her happy.

However, if the terrain in front of him could give any hint, it would say that he was in for a wild ride.

The mountains twisted and turned in ways that only hills or valleys should. The clouds seemed to be caressing the tips of the snowy peaks as he began his trek. His location was undisclosed to everyone but Ximena, and he truly wouldn’t want it any other way. A creature’s ears bright and an angry red in color made him stop in his tracks.

“Last time I checked, I wasn’t supposed to come this far.” He muttered to himself.

This was a dragonborn child. Oftentimes, they travel in packs to ensure safety. If this one is alone, they are probably being tracked or watched from the trees for backup. They aren’t violent creatures, but they can do some damage if they need to. But this one looked like they were alone for good, no trees around to keep him in check.

Typically speaking, dragonborn creatures weren’t supposed to be near the mountains. They were found closer to volcanos or even deeper in the jungles. Due to their typical build, they can’t handle the cold.

‘If this small one was out and about in such an area, there were greater problems at hand than catching the boys.’ Ordonez thinks to himself.

“Oi, are you lost kid?” He hollers.

The pointed elven ears shoot to attention as the creature looks at him. Bright green eyes on a pale face met his eyes quickly. He couldn’t help but muse that their eyes matched Ximena’s.

“You aren’t supposed to be here.”

The androgynous voice replies, clearly frightened that they had been discovered.

“I was going to say the same to you. I thought your geographical location was supposed to be the opposite of here.”

He put his sword away, not even aware that he had drawn it. It must be instinct that he was so quick to react violently. Instead of lashing out, he sat on a nearby rock and held his hand out, offering the dragonborn to sit with him.

“We are supposed to adapt to changes.”

Hesitantly, the creature sat in front of him, still unsure if there was safety with this strange masked man.

“How did your kind adapt so quickly?”

Red ears twitch in fascination. No one had ever asked them questions about their kind, much less had they known things the way Ordonez did.

“Forced survival of the fittest I suppose. Put in camps to reproduce the strongest heirs.”

They cringed at the words they spoke, obviously ashamed.

“Can’t say that worked out very well with the fact that I am the only one that survived the walk here.”

They look back at the way they came, surprisingly the same way Ordonez did. He couldn’t help but wonder how they didn’t run into each other sometime sooner. These creatures aren’t exactly easy to miss. With their large stature and their bright ears, they stick out like a needle in a haystack.

“I’m so sorry to hear that.”

Sincerity laced the words he spoke as he took off the mask adorning his face. Perhaps a travel partner wouldn’t be a bad idea, they know the land well due to their natural instinct afterall.

“What is your name? I’m Ordonez.”

“Finalcalon, but my family called me Fin. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

The dragonborn reached their hand out quickly for Ordonez to shake, which he did with ernest.

“Would you like to join me on my adventure?”

“I don’t have anything to lose, yet an adventure to gain… Yes, I think I will join you.”

“Then let’s be on our way. We’re going to the Lost City.”

“Lost?”

“Only to time.”

Chapter 12

Ever Yours, Ximena

My dearest love,

There are no words that I can use to explain the pain I feel every day that we are apart. I understand that I have made a horrible mistake that I cannot take back. I understand that I have torn our family apart. I understand that our son is banished and the other is nothing more than essentially a pawn because of me.

But YOU have to understand that I know what I’m doing now. I have re-evaluated and formed a better plan. While it hasn’t played out the way I expected it to… the cards will fall into place accordingly, I’m sure. I didn’t mean to involve you or the boys in this mess. Truly I didn’t mean to let myself get so carried away in my cravings of power.

There is a certain ache that my soul feels when I think of you and I can never tell if it is longing or utter hatred. Oftentimes I try to convince myself that we are still madly in love. Other times I have to remind myself that we cannot be in love and we cannot be together due to my own selfish ways. You deserve so much better than me. You deserve so much more than the pain I have brought to you, our family, and our villages. If you are ever to forgive me, you know where to find me.

Every yours,

Ximena

Ximena,

I find myself smiling at the fact that you even remember where I am. It’s been years since we have last spoken.I hope that you are doing well.

I will go ahead and say this, I do not hold any ill will towards you the way I did when things first ended. While I wanted to ask why things ended the way they did, I couldn’t find myself asking questions that I probably do not want the answer to.

While I would like to believe that you truly have changed your ways and we could try again, however your final paragraph has shown me that you simply haven’t changed at all.

One day I hope you find what you are looking for and I hope that you find yourself happy and healthy, but I cannot be a part of the picture when this is the lens you shoot from.

I will find the boys and I will take care of them if they need it. All I ask is that you do not put them in any more danger than you already have.

Nevermore,

Ignacio

Chapter 11

Family Fortune

As he looked around the surrounding room, Axel realized some of the weapons held more familiarity than he believed. Something in the way the walls reminded him of the broken down home they lived in made him believe that the weapons adorning them held nostalgia as well.

For the first few moments that light filled the room, he believed they were relics of the past or maybe something he saw in a dream. He was nothing but shocked as he took in his surroundings. Weapons as far as he could see, but a clear path to another door. There was organized chaos, something that Griffin THRIVED in. Upon a closer inspection, Axel found there was no way the door could actually work, it was too mangled for use.

But an even closer look at the actual weapons themselves would open multiple doors in his memories. One item that he stopped in front of made him stop in his tracks. Something about the bright blue hilt struck a chord of nerves that could only be described as bittersweet nostalgia. As he picked the weapon out of the broken barrel it was sheathed in, he realized what it was that made him remember the item.

“Wait, I had a fake sword that looked just like this when we were kids! The blue hilt, the streaks of green that look like lighting in the middle… all of it- how did you remember the exact look?”

Griffin nodded as he picked it up, then carried it to the back of the room where the broken door stood.

“You wanna know how I remember? It never left me. I never let them out of my sight.”

The closer the men got to it, the closer the details became more clear.

“Let them..? I don’t think I’m following.”

The door looked like it was about to fall off its hinges if he simply placed a hand on the termite-ridden wood, but as he opened it, Axel’s eyes widened as they found the treasure trove created out of their childhood toys.

“You kept it all… The bows, the swords, “

A choked bark gained both brother’s attention as Axel glanced between the small dog that was the exact breed and the robot at his heel as the dog in question began to walk over to his ‘blueprint’.

“The first toy we ever fought over?”

Griffin held his hands up defensively.

“Sometimes you’ve gotta reminisce on the happy things. Especially when your only happy place is taken away from you.”

As the small toy let out another scratchy bark, Enforcer jumped out of surprise and picked up the toy in his jowls, breaking it in his grasp. A quick gasp left Axel as he watched the literal break-neck speed in front of him.

“Damn…”

Griffin let out a short breath

“Just another memory wasted huh..

“I’m sorry, Grif. I wasn’t expecting him to do that.”

Griffin didn’t reply. Somewhere between angry that the memory was taken, but relieved that he wouldn’t have to listen to the crackled box of the broken toy anymore, he settled on indifference.

Then, in the silence, Axel cracks another joke to ease any possible hard feelings.

“Do you think he felt threatened?”

Griffin looks between the ribbons of the toy and the animatronic in front of him, then turns back to Axel. He knew the younger brother was just trying to keep him on a light note, so he nodded.

“Oh he totally did.”

The brothers let out chuckles as they looked at the shattered toy below their feet.

“He was too quick with that attack. You’ve got him trained really well, how many dummies did this dog destroy?”

“None, I actually took him hunting with me and THAT’S how he learned to attack things quickly.”

“Holy shit..”

Axel nodded “He’s a badass. Taught him to be a lone wolf like you if the time ever came to it. He can’t be lost if he loses me.”

“Don’t say that. He’s not going to lose you, I’m making sure of it.”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared to lose me a second time.”

“No, I’m scared to be alone with that thing.”

The robotic dog in front of him let out an angry snarl, teeth already sharpening themselves and red irises darkening in a shade to make him more intimidating than he already was.

“Point proven.”

“He’s just showing off to assert fake dominance, don't worry. Animals in the wild do that too, to make themselves too scary to fight.”

Looking back into the room, Axel did a double take as the gleam of his brother’s bow nearly blinded him. The double pointed edges made him shiver at the realization that his bow could be used for both long range and short if it needed to be. Pulling him from the thoughts swirling in his head, Griffin spoke up.

“So, has the initial shock subsided?”

Griffin couldn’t help the smug grin that crossed his features. For once, he felt finally had the upper hand on his brother’s wit. Axel let out a scoff of his own that matched the disgust his brother’s usually carried and he offered a small smile.

“I wouldn’t say that it’s shock at this point. More so amazement that you did all of this by yourself.”

Griffin shook his head, knowing that he would be at least a little surprised in his skill.

“What can I say, I have a genius for a brother and a workaholic for a father. I had to do something with those skills.”

Axel let out a tiny huff of a laugh.

“You flatter me.”

“Eh, just wait until I screw it up somehow.”

Griffin looks away to the corner of the room, allowing himself to remember that it was always a matter of time before he (or something he created) messed up the situation at hand.

“Ever the optimist. C’mon, lighten up.”

Axel gave him a playful shove to his shoulder, something that he would do even when they were children to get Griffin to play back.

“Trust me, I try.”

“I doubt that.”

“Lightening up like a lightbulb.”

“Missing one of the main conductors I bet.”

“Rude.”

Silence took over the room once more before the brothers broke out into laughter. There weren’t many times like this, so they knew to enjoy it while it could.

Griffin was the first to bring himself back to composure and keep the task at hand in the forefront of their minds.

“Regardless, we’ll get what we want and then we have to make a small four day trip to see our monster dearest.”

A brief look of shock and annoyance flashed across Axel’s face. While he didn’t mind the exercise, four days sounded a little excessive.

“Ah, right. I forgot the promenade is over.”

He leaned down and picked up as many weapons as he could, then handed some to Enforcer to hold on his back. The duo loaded with bows, swords and a rifle if needed.

“There was never a-”

“Let me have this moment.”

“Right.”

Chapter 10

Serendipity

Smoke surrounded the small space and Reyna suddenly realized just how claustrophobic she had become. Years of war and leading her armies out in an open space had taught her to utilize the free air. Now that it was limited, she wasn’t sure if her efficiency would be the same as it usually was. It wasn’t often that Reyna found herself in a pinch. There was always another way to get out of a tough spot and better yet another way to survive. This was a whole other story. Reyna let out a quick breath as she lunged at the first woman to her left.

She knew better than to try to take on more than one person at a time, but she also knew that her daughter’s fragile state would cause a hindrance to her own abilities. She had to do what she did best on the battlefield, think fast and act faster. There was only so much time before the dust settled and that would give her just enough time to do the damage and leave.

Aseria found herself panicking slightly at the brief moment of silence before all hell broke loose. The look Marisol gave her before the room gave way to smoke, the way her mother grabbed her by the back of the collar to pull her away from the goons running at her, the way her body stuttered at the sudden intrusion of a blade to her leg. The adrenaline coursing through her veins wouldn’t let her relent against her oppressors. With her back pressed to her mother’s and too much pressure on one calve, she let out a shriek of pain.

“I’ve taken a lot worse than this, c’mon!”

She half whispers to herself, angry that she couldn’t find the strength in her to push through her pain a little longer. Her blonde hair was starting to shed with the sweat, ash and blood that clumped themselves together due to her days of fighting and lack of showering.

If the wound getting infected wasn’t going to be her biggest problem, unknown germs from her surroundings would be. There was nothing her mother could say that would deter her from the fight, but she knew her mother wouldn’t let her make any haste decisions without a quick redirection.

Glancing to the door Marisol ran through, she saw the glint of a blade almost mocking her. Shoving past one of the men, she slid across the floor to reach, completely ignoring her own pain as she let the adrenaline pump through her. Aseria wasn’t as skilled as her mother with the sword by any means, but she at least knew that she could cause a distraction long enough for Reyna to regroup with her.

Throwing the two in front of her for a loop, she made an impulse decision to slam her shoulder into the bookcase beside her, causing dust and wood to obstruct their vision.

Reyna could only do so much at one time. With Marisol running away for some anklet, the smoke finally settling, and the realization that her daughter’s leg had been sliced open and she was nowhere to be found, she found herself struggling to juggle her priorities. It wasn’t until her daughter’s voice rang out in the room, yanking her back into the present moment.

“We need to get you out of here and we need to do it quickly.”

“You know I’m not leaving without you.”

“That wasn’t a request, Aseria.”

Tears began to leak from her eyes. Aseria couldn’t tell what exactly they were from, she assumed it was simply a combination of everything in the moment. The smoke in her vision, the pain in her body, the realization that her mother isn’t going to let her win this argument. Sliding the sword across the floor to her mother, she holds off one of the assailants with a strong kick to the gut.

“Mom I can’t leave you.”

“You’re going to have to. I will meet you in our old safehouse.”

Reyna grabbed the weapon and gave her daughter a quick kiss to the crown of her head, something she did before every battle, just in case it was the last time they were to see each other.

“I love you. Never forget that.”

“You’d better win.”

“I always win.”

She kept her sword in a ready position held in front of her, signaling to the oppressors around her that she was ready to keep fighting. She held the sword with expert precision with both hands, perpendicular to the ground. With the method she once learned that stayed in her mind, burned like the cigarette she lit before they came to this hellhole, she could move the sword side to side and up and down easily, blocking and landing blows in all directions.

Aseria gave her one glance before she began to back away towards the door. There wasn’t much she could do to help with her wound, and she knew her mother could hold her own, so regrouping and getting to the safehouse in one piece was the only thing she could do.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Reyna heard her mother’s voice.

“Hold the tip of the sword at a bit of an angle, with the tip pointed slightly toward your opponent. You cannot falter at a moment like this. Deep breath, now strike.”

She found herself quick to act, stepping up and into the blow, with her arms held against her body. Something her mother taught her when she was her daughter’s age, but with more vengeance than defense in mind.

She reacted quickly and against her more sane instincts, which screamed and told her to move back and save herself while she still had the chance. The fighter in her knew that she couldn’t hold back. Moving closer, she would be able to cut off the woman in front of hers power, meaning she could hold the upper hand while Aseria was running.

Aseria had lost the feeling in her leg as her vision began to fade. As much as she wanted to cry, scream and beg someone to help her, she knew she couldn’t. With the safehouse in view and her mother in the doorway, she let out a relieved huff of breath.

“Thank the gods, just the woman I needed to see.”

With her vision fading out, she found herself panicking a little more, unsure if she could make it to the door in time. She wasn’t sure why her mother wasn’t coming to help her, especially after watching her get wounded. But before she could register the features, she heard the voice of the woman she just escaped from.

“Welcome home, Aseria.”

Chapter 8

Ready For Revolution

The morning light broke through the splintered windows with aggression that had only been felt previously by humans. For the first time in a long time, the sleep that was granted was more than enough.

Robotic whirring woke both Griffin and Axel in a hurry, with Axel relaxing first. Sitting in front of him was a large metal dog. Red irises stared into his green ones and he let out a quick huff of breath.

“You scared the living hell out of me.”

He only received an animatronic nod in response.

“What is that thing?”

Griffin speaks up, curiosity peaked.

“That’s my dog, Enforcer, Enfo for short.”

“First of all, that isn’t a real pet, that’s a robot. Second.. Enfo?”

“He’s been the only company I’ve got and I couldn’t decide on a name. He collects information for me, sue me why don’t you.”

Griffin let out a small chuckle at his brother’s frustration, but then found himself asking a question that he should’ve known the answer to.

“Did mom give you that?”

“No, I actually built him.”

If there was one thing people forgot about more than anything, it was Axel’s intelligence. No, he didn’t have the brute strength that his brother had. He didn’t have the manipulative charm that his mother had. He didn’t have the stone-wall of loyalty that his father had.

Axel had the intelligence he needed to survive on his own and he knew how to adapt to necessary changes.

“He and I have seen a lot.”

“I bet so.”

“When you first left I started working on him, I originally made him as a tracking device to find you,”

He started, smiling to himself as he looked over to his brother sitting on the far left of the broken down room.

“As we see that didn’t work out too well in my favor. But hey, we’re here now, aren’t we?”

Griffin didn’t want to admit that he felt the guilt ripping at his chest. He didn’t want to tell his brother about all the nights that he tried to match his wits, the nights he stayed up making weapons that would never reach the same level of intricate work that his brother made.

Enforcer rolled to his side playfully as he tried to lighten the tense, painful mood that was set, a common theme between the two as they tried to reconnect and make up for lost time.

“Yeah, we’re here now. I’m glad we are, even if I wanted to take your head off just a few hours ago, I missed you a lot kid..”

“Well, when the sun rises, so do our spirits I guess. For the record, I missed you too if it wasn’t obvious.”

Enforcer walked over to Griffin and laid his head in the man’s lap, whirring slightly as his mechanisms warmed up.

“Is your dog heating itself up?”

“Had to keep warm during the winter somehow.”

“Fair enough.”

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Not everyday did the brother’s find themselves stumbling through the ruins of their villages. With each passing sign they found removed or vandalized, they found themselves closer to their truths. The breeze that passed between them was colder than the ice that they used to skate on as children if the lake allowed it, but they kept trekking through.

After a long period of silence, Axel found himself fidgeting with the anklet that he risked so much to find, steal, and nearly die for.

The basic gold band decorated with blue jewels seemed to be taunting him as he stared at them.

There was nothing fancy about the item, just a gleam of energy that felt too evil to explain in words. Maybe it was the fact that it meant more to their mother than her children that made him hate it even more.

“I don’t understand why a piece of jewelry is more important than us. It just doesn’t make any sense to me. I want to break it- I want to throw it into the ocean and never look at it again.”

As Axel let himself rant and ramble, Griffin kept walking ahead of him, glancing to the sides to ensure they weren’t being followed. His being alone for years taught him to always watch the shadows. ‘If you aren’t watching out, there may not be time to save yourself.’ He would remind himself. He knew where they were headed, which meant he also knew the dangers they were going to face to get there.

“You know, we could take the anklet, find out what it is really used for, determine if it is of use to us or not, then make a run for it. Just us, maybe that stupid thing, your dog, and a new life across the ocean that we may have dropped it into.”

Griffin suggests. Such hopeful words coming from such a serious man weren't expected in a moment like this, Axel couldn’t help himself to a laugh.

“While I do think that it would be nice to drop everything and run, We know that it would never be that easy. Especially with that masked psycho behind us. Who knows how long it will take before they find us again.”

Griffin nods his head slowly, remembering that the juggernauting down the streets peacefully as if they were walking down memory lane would come to an end at some point.

“We’re definitely going to have to prepare ourselves to see more of him soon, especially if we want answers about that anklet.”

“How do you know that?”

“You said she wanted the anklet, he was after the anklet, ergo, they’re probably working together.”

“Oh, right.”

Axel, having an IQ of 149 scolds himself for not putting two and two together. He had his moments where too much was on his plate and he forgets to look at the little things too.

“Luckily for us, I’ve got the perfect solution for the preparation.”

As if he had queued it, the wind blew the window to the shack they walked to wide open. There was nothing fancy about it, nothing flashy and nothing that anyone would see as out of the ordinary, but Axel knew Griffin too well, there was more to the building than what he was originally seeing.

“Check your left.”

“If something attacks me-”

“Told you to check.”

Griffin laughed as one of the makeshift traps he set launched itself into action, trapping Axel under a large bookshelf.

“I hate your guts.”

“Sure you do kid, sure you do.”

Griffin helped his brother up and worked quickly to step over the fallen shelves, pages of scattered books and what looked like glass.

“Are you ready to see my prized possessions?”

“I doubt it if they are anywhere near as half-assed as your traps.”

Axel jeered at the taller man, happy that they could at least joke around a little during this time.

“They’re better, don’t worry. My possessions in here are better than my trapping skills out there.”

“You must be quite the trip on hunting adventures.”

Griffin let out a fake scoff and rolled his eyes.

“Just open the door.”

“Holy shit.”

Across the walls and floors were weapon after weapon, things Axel didn’t even know existed and yet it made so much sense that Griffin would have them.

Bows and arrows, swords that jutted two ways that looked like they would snap like the jaws of a beast if caught between them, whips that disguised themselves as belts and clipped to themselves.

“You could say I’m ready for revolution.”

“Such a weak-minded woman shouldn’t be here by herself, especially after what you’ve done to this family.”

Reyna bit back nothing less than a snarl as she stepped in front of her daughter. The protective stance was a very clear sign of the mother’s love, something that wasn’t shown on the battlefield, but often shown in moments of distress. Of all the moments that a ghost from her daughter’s past could come back, this would be the worst case scenario. There were too many questions and not enough time to explain them if she was here.

“Who said I was alone? I’m simply waiting for my company to arrive. This is our house now, after all.”

Aseria didn’t move an inch as she heard the women in front of her banter back and forth. Frozen in a state of rage and fear, she didn’t know what to say. She would never know how to react to the very source of her pain coming back with such a bright smile.

“I didn’t know a dead woman walking could speak so clearly.”

Reyna glared and stepped towards the smaller woman, assuming by the noises outside that the company she spoke of earlier had arrived. If she was going to make a move, now was the time.

“I didn’t know the little brat didn’t give up after the first battle.”

Reyna, who was typically slow to anger, was quick to lash out as the five foot seven woman in front of her shrank back in haste with a small smirk gracing her features, knowing that she struck a nerve. As assumed, the door opened and four more people piled in the room, decorated in black armor stained with blood. The tallest one spoke with annoyance laced in their modulated voice.

“Marisol, that’s enough.”

The woman let out a harsh laugh as she watched Aseria pathetically reach out to grab her mother’s arm in an attempt to hold her back from making a worse choice than the ones that she had already made. Reyna allows her daughter to keep her hold, steady yet firm, but still enough to let go if needed.

“You know my daughter more than anyone, calling her a brat is a very bold choice in your words.”

“Weak would’ve caused a riot, I’m sure.”

As the conversation turned more hostile, the company Marisol invited began to move in, no words were said, no weapons were pulled, but the tension in the room was all that needed to be felt. Glancing around, Reyna took in the appearances of the people around her. The first was a tall, dark skinned woman that was menacing in stature. She had dark hair with blonde streaks in it, almost like lightning. The tattoos that adorned her skin could be described as a tapestry of the battles that she had witnessed in her lifetime.

The second member was a little shorter than the woman in front of him. He looked nervous, like it was his first time confronting someone. With his shaggy brown hair and scuffed chin, he almost looked like a scared teenager.

Dark eyes met with pale skin and bright red hair belonged to the next noticeable person in the room. She didn’t stand nearly as tall as the other’s, but the weapons she held made her just as intimidating.

The last person in the room was the one that held the most harsh energy. He didn’t blink, didn’t move, and stood stiff as a board. With tanned skin and a scarred face, he stood close to 6’3. He held a commanding air around him without even trying.

Finally breaking the silence, Reyna dropped her shoulders.

“You of all people should know she is the strongest woman you have ever had the pleasure of meeting, you had the honor of being engaged to her too, but left our forces for his.”

Aseria’s eyes widened at her mother’s words. No one spoke of her divorse with Marisol, it was a sensitive subject for everyone involved. From the day Marisol left to the moment she was found on the other side of the battle field, she was considered dead to the family.

“It was for the greater good.”

“The greater good was right in front of you the whole time and you forced it past your fingers with no hesitation.”

The others in the room began to change their stances, ready to follow with action at the signs of an altercation. Aseria turned her back to her mother’s, getting ready to grab her weapons if needed. If there was one thing the duo knew how to do, it was fight back to back.

Reyna didn’t want to fight. Even as talented of a soldier as she is, she would never actively seek out a fight. She finds herself avoiding every useless fight, especially now, when she wanted answers and had one of the people that could give them up so easily right in the palm of her hand. The ambience of the room became more tense than before as Reyna decided to stall just a little longer.

“You could’ve gotten married. You had the whole world to create together.”

“I don’t want to create the world, I want to burn it down, now if we are finished talking, I have business to attend to, and you have a little meeting with my friends here.”

Marisol began shifting on her heels, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation and with Aseria’s silence. There was nothing more to say and there was nothing more that could come out of the ruins of the relationship, so why were they here, talking? Marisol only had one thing on her mind, the anklet in the basement. Her only mission was to get the anklet and get out. Motioning with her head for her crew to advance, she turned her heel, only stopping at Reyna’s next sentence.

“You knew she would’ve helped you.”

Deep down, she was right. Aseria would set the world on fire and choke on the ash with her if it meant spending forever by Marisol’s side.

“I suppose we never know how toxic something truly is until we take a breath of fresher air, so thank you for showing your true colors, Marisol.”

Green eyes shift across the room, landing on Aseria for the first time. Her dirty hair, shaking frame and white-knuckle grip almost pulled her heart strings too tightly.

“I suppose so.”

Without another word, Marisol threw something to the floor and made a run for the door, sparing one glance to the love that she lost disappearing in the smoke, losing her one last time.

Chapter 6

Monster Dearest

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter will have TWO disturbing scenes. Ximena is a very morally incorrect character. This chapter will have a SH scene (not detailed) and a scene where a parent lashes out at a child due to addiction/substance abuse (of a made up substance) but both child abuse and substance abuse are still VERY real issues and if you know someone struggling with either of these things please reach out to someone or check out literally ANY of these:

Crisis Text Line

Crisis Text Line offers advice and referrals for anyone who feels that they’re experiencing a crisis. This can include drug and alcohol dependency, suicidal impulses, family problems, and other personal difficulties. To access the Crisis Text Line, text HOME to 741741 any time, day or night.

National Alliance on Mental Illness HelpLine

The National Alliance on Mental Illness operates a helpline for individuals and their loved ones who feel they may be experiencing a mental health crisis. People who know or suspect they have a mental disorder or who believe a loved one might be suffering from such an issue can call 1-800-950-NAMI (6264) to get help. The helpline also accepts text contacts, and the alliance may be reached via email. Responses go out during normal business hours.

National Drug Helpline

The National Drug Helpline is open to any individual dealing with addiction issues, including family members and other loved ones. Resources are available for those struggling with any addictive substance, including alcohol, and professionals are available to help 24/7/365 at 1-844-289-0879.

National Institute of Mental Health Information Resource Center

The National Institute of Mental Health Information Resource Center hotline helps people suffering from mental illness find the resources they need to get treatment, including crisis intervention. Services are available in English and Spanish at 1-866-615-6464 or 1-866-415-8051 for TTY users. Live help is limited to regular hours, though online chat is also available.

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Ximena had always been known as a loved woman. She had a loving husband, two sons that loved her more than anything, a mother that lived with them in a large cottage on the very top of the hill that overlooks the villages. She would always go to the village and trade the fruits and vegetables for swey that she could find, but never brought the collection home to her family. Instead, she would bring home weapons that she claimed to have traded the food for to soldiers.

Ximena knew the perfect people that would do anything she asked when the time was right, so when the time presented itself, she willed herself into an alleyway close to her friend’s house with nothing more than a few vegetables and a dagger tucked away into her boot. She knew what she was going to do was ridiculous, but she also knew that it was a surefire way to get exactly what she wanted.

Taking the dagger, she swiftly stabbed herself in the side, being sure to avoid going too deep to miss any arteries or major veins. Ximena threw the vegetables to the ground to make sure they scattered and hid the dagger back into the boot that she retrieved it from. Begging for help from anyone that would hear, two of her older friends bolted around the corner in a panic.

“Ximena! What happened?!’

The voice of the first man brought a tiny, downward quirk to her lip, he wasn’t the man that she wanted, but his brother.

“I’ve been stabbed- I wasn’t able to provide enough vegetables for a trade and he took an armful and ran! I couldn’t see which way I-”

The brother of the first man looks at her and tries to assess the wound from overhead, but Ximena was moving too much.

“I’ll be right back. I’ve got to get something to wrap you up with, quickly.”

As she continued her sob story, the very man she was looking for came into the alleyway with weapons and bandages.

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Ximena had always been known as a loved woman. She had a loving husband, two sons that loved her more than anything, a mother that lived with them in a large cottage on the very top of the hill that overlooks the villages.

All of that changed when her oldest son found the stacked gallons stash of swey and connected dots that she wasn’t ready for anyone to connect. So she did the only thing that made sense to her. Ximena lashed out on him, pulling her dagger on him and swinging rapidly, only the thought of keeping her final plan on schedule. Griffin let out a surprised cry and grunted as he dodged her swipes. He wouldn’t fight back, he loved her too much.

“You weren’t supposed to find this.”

Griffin didn’t know what to say. There was no explanation, no apology, just a blame to his name.

She landed one slash from his jaw to his bottom lip when she finally realized what she had done.

“You aren’t supposed to be here. My son.. I’m so sorry.”

Without another word, Griffin turned his back to her and ran. He didn’t know where he was going to run to, but he knew that he couldn’t tell his brother and he couldn’t tell his father in fear of tearing the family apart. He also knew that he couldn’t tolerate anything along the lines of what she had just done ever again, so he ran.

Ximena sighs and drops to the floor of the swey cellar, staring at the dagger in her hand. She began to sob and threw the dagger at the wall, flinching as it crashed to the floor. Realization shoots a chill up her spine when the truth that just attacked her eldest son for the sake of her own addiction hits her.

The love she did have was fabricated in an intricate caricature of her own design. If there was no way to regain the love she lost in a world she destroyed, then she would let herself drown in a pool of lies to avoid facing the truth of her faults.

“M’lady you are lost in your head once more.”

“I’m just thinking,Ordóñez.” The masked man let out a sigh at her calling him by name. Such a rarity was to be cherished in moments like these. He takes off his mask and clips it to the loop in his belt, waiting for her to continue, but she doesn't.

“That’s dangerous.” She could practically hear the small smile that crossed his features. Letting out a hum, she turns to face him. She never noticed how distressed the bags under his eyes had become.

“I suppose it is, but we make due anyhow. The human brain is a dangerous thing, yet we all have one. How strange, we are all equipped with the most deadly weapon of all, yet hardly anyone knows how to use it.”

Trailing off in her ramble of power and how the brain could be used more efficiently, Ordóñez couldn’t help but wonder when or if she was even capable of facing herself. How was it that such a broken, mourning yet strong woman could hide so much pain behind a veil of power? What was her true motive when it came to the rule that she held? Was she doing the things she did because she was simply scared of what would happen if she tried to turn herself around? If that was the case, Ordóñez would be the first to admit that he has been in that situation too many times to count. Maybe he continued on his sadistic path because he couldn't accept that he has done too much damage to be redeemed in anyone's eyes. The hole has been dug too deep, and digging deeper seemed to be the only option. That and praying that the digging will come to an end once he finds there is no floor and he falls to what he could only describe as a well-deserved end.

“Ordóñez.. you are lost in your head once more.” Ximena’s voice, laced in something between worry and fake annoyance pulls him from his spiral, something he is eternally grateful for.

“I’m just thinking, my queen.” He shakes his head, mirroring her earlier phrase.

“That’s dangerous.” She continues his banter as she takes a seat next to him in the large room.

The library that she demanded to be built was always her favorite place to go when she truly needed to clear her head. Something about the rows of books and the ancient text reminding her of years past helped her find comfort in the fact that there is a possibility of beauty in the pain that has been inflicted on both herself and the world she knew.

There wasn’t much seating, only five chairs and a loveseat, all covered in maroon velvet with dark wood for the structure. She had no intention of letting anyone into her safe space, so she didn’t feel the need to have too many places to sit, but once she met Ordóñez, learned what he had been through and found that he was just a little too similar to her, she decided he was the only living person that had the opportunity to invade such a sacred space.

Chapter 5

Comfort In the Chaos

Griffin runs his hands down his face as he thinks of where he wanted to start. The best place to start was probably at the beginning, but the beginning doesn’t seem to exist when your mother is a pathological liar that can convince anyone that her family fell apart because of their father, Ignacio, a man that worshiped the ground she walked on.

Their father was in the picture for as long as Griffin could remember. Griffin assumed he was still in the picture after he ran away to take care of Axel, but fate (or luck, whichever hated him more) didn’t seem to hold that truth.

Ignacio was a gentle soul with a strong drive to keep his family safe no matter what it took. He would walk through hell when Ximena refused to walk on a match. He would pick up the chores around the house for the boys if they ever forgot to do them and would send a wink their way with a quick ‘she doesn’t have to know it was me.’ Anyone that looked at Ignacio felt safe, at ease even, by those honey eyes.

Teaching the boys to hunt, cook, fence, farm and clean was nothing but the bare minimum to him and he made sure they knew it.

“I only want the best for you both. If your mother and I aren’t around, then you will need to provide for each other. I can’t say for certain with the times we’re living in you will be as fortunate to find a lover, so you have to be ready to take care of each other.”

The boys look at each other, nod their heads and get right back to their learning. Love was nothing but a time waster in this world, Griffin had to constantly remind himself of that.

“Hey, earth to Grif, what is it that you need to tell me that is so shell-shocking that you haven’t had the ability to speak for five minutes?”

Axel doesn’t mean to come off as rude as he is, but with the anticipation gripping at his sides and twisting his stomach, he lets his nerves get to him.

“When did dad leave? I need to know that first. That is going to tell me where to start.”

Axel tensed and shifted uncomfortably as if the memory was enough to steer him away from the curiosity of finding the truth.

“He left about a year and a half after you ran away. He refused to stop looking for you, though. Everyday it was ‘but what if Griffin this’ and ‘Griffin could come home that.’”

Axel didn’t realize that he had balled his fist, he didn’t even realize the slight tremble in his legs. He wasn’t sure if his tiny outburst was anger placed towards his father for leaving, or if it was jealousy that his brother seemed much more wanted than he would ever be. All he knew was that there was a pain that settled in him that changed from emptiness and sorrow to rage and revenge for the boy that would never get to know familial love again.

Griffin seemed to pick up on the tense atmosphere and he stood up, held his hand out in offering and waited. Axel, confused as ever, put his hand out as well and Griffin pulled him into what seemed to be a bone crushing hug.

There was so much he wanted to say, so much he needed to apologize for. He needed to tell Axel all the things he did to keep assassins and others away from the boy from a distance. If he could find the correct words, he would say ‘I’m sorry I left you to deal with that alone.’, ‘I did try my best to keep you safe from a distance, but I couldn’t keep you from the real monster.’, ‘I’m sorry I didn’t bring you with me.’ ‘I came back and watched out for you every night that she didn’t have someone right outside of that stupid window watching guard’ but now wasn’t the time for any of that.

Instead, he settled for a “you’re not alone anymore. I don’t know how many times I can apologize for running back then, but I’m not running again. I’m here now. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, if you want to punch me or curse me again you can. I understand.”

Axel couldn’t help the choked sob that fell from his lips or the tears that he didn’t know he was holding back. All this time, he began to believe that he was hated by his older brother. He began to believe that he was forever going to be known as the lesser brother to him. But with Griffin’s unprompted apology, something told him that he was being so genuine it pained them both. Ximena had convinced him Griffin ran away because he was embarrassed of the people he was related to. Axel almost wanted to believe the lies that his mother fed him rather than face the truth that he was the one in the wrong.

“You really didn’t run because you were embarrassed of us?”

“I would break the noses of anyone that talked badly on your name. I was more than proud to be related to one of the strongest families in the villages. I’ll tell you more about that later, we can’t both be emotional messes.”

Griffin knew that a small joke wouldn’t do much harm, a light punch to his arm and a tiny ‘shut up’ confirmed his assumption. Axel took deep breaths to collect himself as he tried to figure out what he could say that wouldn’t make him more emotional than he already was.

“Mom told me they got in a bad fight one night and he threw a glass at her head, it shattered over her and glass got in her eye, but he was the one that ended up making a run for it. I guess that is what guilt does to you.”

Griffin couldn’t find himself believing that Ignacio would ever get physical with her, he would apologize for hugging her too hard or squeezing too hard in a massage, he would never bring her harm.

“Where were you at the time?”

“I wasn’t in the house, I was down in the village because mom said she needed to talk to him and didn’t want me listening in. She said it was about you lashing out on her and how dad needed to stop searching for a monster and start hunting instead..”

At the last sentence, things began to settle into place. Ximena didn’t want any witnesses.

Griffin knew he personally ran away because he was lashed out at. He didn’t want to run, but he knew he couldn’t fight back. He ran because he found something he wasn’t supposed to, then was blamed for the exact action that he escaped from.

If there was one thing that he and his father shared, it was mannerisms and intelligence, meaning Ignacio had to have found the one dirty little secret that Ximena didn’t want ANYONE to find.

Ignacio must have found the cellar that stashed her little obsession.

Griffin takes a moment to collect himself as he figures out how to find the proper words without going into too much detail of the pain he suffered through in silence.

“There’s a cellar in the far back corner of our property.”

“Oh I know. I know everything about that hell hole.”

“I found the cellar in the daytime, and decided maybe I should check inside for myself. When I started walking over to the building, I saw her and I kinda started to panic. If she was hiding something, I wasn’t about to lose my toes for snooping around.”

A bittersweet laugh is passed between the brothers when the situation is considered.

“One night I followed her in that cellar. She didn’t look like herself in the slightest, she had this glint in her eye that should've been the sign for me to walk away and not ask her any questions but I had to know what the meaning of it was.”

Axel tilts his head to the side, while it made sense that Griffin would be confused, he didn’t understand why their mother would be seemingly possessed by the liquid.

“Swey has no addictive properties, I’m not sure why she was acting differently…”

“When I called out for her she nearly whipped her neck off to look at me, there wasn’t fear there like I thought there would be, though. It was nothing but anger. I didn’t know how to react and next thing I knew she was rushing me with a dagger.”

After a deep silence, Griffin shakes his head. The memory wasn’t one that he wanted to go into the detail of with his younger brother, but he knew there were more questions to be answered.

“The rest of that is history. I ran away and began to live through different villages as long as I could until word got around that I was the one that lashed out and attacked her, rather than the other way around.”

Axel can't find what to say, he was always so convinced that his mother was a patron saint that always wanted what was best for the family, not the reason the family fell apart. Griffin looks up at him and the dreaded question is asked.

“So, where is mom now?”

“I’m not sure, she sent me for the anklet and cut comms with me.”

“Of course she did, I think I know where we will find her.”

I just realized I never actually added chapter one of ‘Not your Hero” here- I-

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There are plenty of words a mother could use to describe her son. Dashing, witty, handsome or strong. If someone were to ask Ximena Armstrong, however, only one of her boys would be introduced in such a proud light. If they asked about the other one, they would receive a strained compilation of complaints that he is vile, twisted, or a hateful beast. There are two sides to every story, though. What made a mother turn her back so quickly?

No one has ever gotten close enough to either party to ask for their side. One thing is for certain, Griffin Emiliano is a dangerous man, and Ximena Armstrong is a pathological liar.

Yet on an uneventful day in Betrothal, a group set out to find the answers to all the possible questions anyone could ask. When they find two boys, an anklet and a pile of bodies, there are too many questions to ask and not enough time for the answers before the doors are busted in and everyone is a suspect.

Chapter 1

“I hate to be the bringer of bad news, but if you run any slower, the snails will escape before we do!”

A bellowing voice echoes through the halls of the underground chambers. Clambering behind him, a much softer voice rang out.

“I’m sorry! This is my first time performing illegal acts, so sorry I can’t keep up with your vigilante lifestyle!”

Turning on his heel, Gryffin casts a stone cold glare to his brother.

“Don’t forget why we’re in this mess. You thought it would be a good idea to find the anklet, now three guards are dead and the blood is on your hands, kid.”

Looking to the floor, Axel shrinks into himself;

“I didn’t mean to…”

“doesn’t matter the intention. It is the result that everyone will see. Remember that in everything you do.”

Before another word was said, a loud crash brings the brothers out of their tension and drives their attention back to the situation at hand. Escaping certain death and bringing the anklet home to their mother, the smartest archeologist in their village. The winding chambers seemed to be getting slimmer and turning into simple tunnels, but with that, the duo noticed that the end of a tunnel was in sight. With reinforcements hot on their trail, Gryffin roars

“Ximena will kill us if she finds out people died for that thing.”

“Can you just call her mom?”

“Not when she won’t call me her son.”

“Well maybe if you-”

Axel’s voice is cut off with another crash, the barrels in front of them breaking, causing whatever fruits and vegetables to scatter across the floors and stain their shoes more than the mud could.

“Not another step, thief. Such a shame that I’ll have to tear such a pretty face to shreds.”

A masked man with a gentle but firm voice says, backing his words with a sword pointed to Axel’s face. The mask was unsettling at best, sporting a crooked smile with red teeth and white eyes, it’s a wonder the man could see through it. Though unsettling, he was right about Axel’s face.

Unlike his brother, his face was pristine and untouched, his pale skin was a perfect target for a sadistic man such as the one in front of him. Questions hung on the tip of the blade as well as the tip of his tongue he realized it was getting closer, but he hadn’t taken a step.

“If I can’t take another step, why can you?”

“If I can’t take the anklet, why can you?”

Comes the quick retort.

“Well, technically you could, you just didn’t take that leap that you needed in order to actually grasp it.”

With his sharp words and the tension rising, Gryffin grabbed Axel and made a mad dash for the light they witnessed moments earlier. Axel thrashed wildly, kicking the boxes of fruits and vegetables down to make more of a mess for the masked men to clean up later on.

“I’m going to drop you if you keep doing that.”

He warns with a scowl.

“Right, sorry.”

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There was nothing fancy about the village the boys lived in. Past every market on the left there was an alley that the homeless would find themselves digging through, praying to whoever was out there to spare a little mercy for one more day as they cling onto what little humanity they hold. For the homeless that couldn’t fight their way through, the market’s right side would hold the bodies.

It seemed everywhere one turned there was another person riddled by disease and famine. When the people in command were brought to the village to speak their grievances, they were brushed off, laughed at and then given one day’s worth of food for the women and children. Proving that they were simply sitting with another government that couldn't care less for the people under their control, but gave the bare minimum so there were still people able to BE controlled.

Griffin hated everything about the village. He could never wrap his head around why so many people still lived in such a ghost town. The people were reduced to nothing more than beggars and thieves with nothing to live for, but had the fight and the iron will of soldiers with the world to lose. Under heavy lids, he drags himself into a makeshift shack, calling it a house for them to stay in as the night ticks by. Axel stared at the ceiling, wondering how long it had been since he saw his brother.

His once soft features now hardened with the years of war and murder, tanned skin now scarred and hands calloused. Those green eyes that once shined like stars now cut like emeralds that were thrown to the ground by a child throwing a fit. Black hair that was once short and well taken care of has now grown unkempt and matted.

“What is going on in that head of yours?”

The man in question growled out.

“How old are you now, Grif?”

“Twenty three, but you didn’t answer my question. What is the issue?”

Axel shakes his head quickly.

“I was just wondering what went wrong with us… Why did our family fall apart the way it did? Why did you leave? Why-”

Griffin cuts him off swiftly

“You ask too many questions, Ax. That will be your downfall.”

A deep silence settles across the room after Axel nods

“Mom says that too.”

Griffin lets out a heavy sigh after a while and asks something that he sounds like he has been dreading for a long time.

“Where is dad?”

Axel stands with a speed like no other and starts for the door.

“Ax-”

“If you can call that monster our dad but can’t call her our mother then you are no brother of mine.”

Confused, angry and a little hurt, Griffin throws the closest object at his younger brother’s feet.

“Are you gonna tell me what happened or are you going to let me believe that he was a good man and she was the monster, kid?”

Not Your Hero

Chapter 3

Run Ins and Out Runs

Griffin stares at the angry eyes in front of him, searching for any kind of answer.

"Dad was never around, Grif. Mom took care of us the best she could as a single mother." 

Once again, the man was stunned into silence.

"What are you talking about? She was never a single mother when I was around. She would cook for us nightly and dad would take us hunting, fishing and fighting almost every weekend."

Axel shakes his head violently while Griffin takes another step toward the shorter man.

"Who do you think taught you to fight the way you can? Did she teach you how to do that?"

"That's not our father. That may be mom's friend that agreed to step up to take his place, but that's no father."

Griffin lets out a bitter laugh "Is that what she told you?"

"Yes, and I would believe her over anyone."

He rolls his eyes as his brother keeps monologuing.

"Unlike you, dad and just about everyone else in the village, she hasn't left me."

Scoffing, Griffin walks past his brother, shoving him by the shoulder as he makes his way for the door instead.

"Just like she said you would, you're walking out on me again."

The reality of what was said hit him hard. Griffin had seen this situation unravel before. He had seen the way the truth could be twisted.

He heard the same foolish words that his brother was spouting, time and time again, just from different lips.

Griffin couldn't tell anyone the last time he heard something that his mother said from her own lips. He could remember what was said, every wound that was inflicted, every pained expression that passed the faces of the people around them.

Every time his mother said something about him that he heard, it was that Griffin, her own son, was nothing more than a vile beast. Without fail, she would follow it up with every accident he could have ever possibly made, blown out of proportion.

Shaking himself out of the memory, he glares up to Axel.

"You truly must be more naive than you look. I pray to whatever you might believe in that you receive mercy in place of the brains that you weren't blessed with."

    Blind rage overtakes the smaller man as he throws his weight into Griffin's chest. The taller man didn't budge very much, but there was too much pain in his heart to truly care in the moment. Pounding his fist into his brother's abdomen angrily, he growled out.

"You don't know a single thing about me! You left before you could ever take the title of my brother! Who told you that you could just come back here, help me out on one thing, and then lecture me on a family tree that you were barely a part of?!"

With no real struggle, Griffin turned and aimed his fist to the bridge of Axel's nose. Tears sprout in the corners of his eyes. Blood dripped to the floor and stained the taller man's shoes. Another punch. Then another.

A sickening crack. Both men take steps back, panting heavily and trying to collect themselves. Griffin keeps himself to the left wall, and Axel to the right, holding his nose and letting his eyes water freely. Griffin drops his head and shakes it.

"I can tell you every single thing our father did for us and you're going to sit there, stare at me and say it was someone else? I can tell you for the ten years that I was a part of the family what we did and where we started to fall apart, WHY we started to fall apart, and you want to believe that she is the patron saint that saved you?"

Axel slides down the wall and sighs heavily, defeat clear across his face.

"Go ahead then. Tell me. Please, tell me the truth."

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"You look unwell." Obsidian eyes trail up and down the body in front of the oppressor.

"No thanks to you, my love."

A heavy sigh echoes through the room.

"You are in no state to voice your frustrations with me. You are the one who let my sons get away alive. Do not disappoint me again."

The woman's voice held no sympathy, which came as no surprise to the man in front of her. The man takes off his mask tainted with a smile as he nods.

"As you wish, Ximena."

Chapter 2

Family Ties, Family Dies

If the smog painted the night sky any darker, Aseria would believe it was night. Her dirty blonde hair nearly dyed black by the smoke that drifted through the alleyways she snuck through them. It was a horrible night to be a citizen of any part of Whiusil. The villages had been torn to shreds during a war between the people and the neighboring powerhouse of Betrothal a year before.

While it seemed so simple to just let others live in peace, peace is not an option once others have better technology.

The people of Whiusil began fixing their wounds and ailments with a metallic substance, Sweoyae, shortened to Swey in the face of enforcement.

Sweoyae took the villages by storm, even people that didn’t need the metal used it to enhance their bodies in ways that were meant to be used for good. People began to create machines that could move and talk, but not have the same for of intelligence of a human.

All around, swey was helping the people of the nation. The men could build the villages, hunt or fish for longer periods of time and the women could stay in the fields to plant longer.Doctors could work longer on the things that typical amounts of swey couldn’t fix without being tired, and the children didn’t worry about broken bones as much as they typically would. In the lines of villages, everyone knows everyone, meaning that everyone shares the work regardless of their status.

As previously assumed, Betrothal caught wind of the neighboring technology and wanted to buy it all from the villages. Why would a line of villages need such materials if they have no one to protect themselves from? Why use it for little things like hunting when one could use it for strength?

Whiusil, barely takes a third of Betrothal’s size, meaning if Betrothal wanted something, they could take it by force, which is exactly how things happened on the night of October 12th.

Betrothal came in with a force unlike anyone had ever seen. Statues broken, people murdered in the streets, flags and buildings set on fire with no remorse.

Once the dust settled and the losses were cut, was no trace of sweoyae taken from Whiusil. It became increasingly obvious as the people of Whiusil began to fight back that the attack was never about sweoyae. The attack on Whiusil was all for the sake of showing off the immense power, threat that Betrothal holds and money that Betrothal could burn to show the steps they could take for power.

“What a night to be alive, huh dear?”

A calm, yet chipper voice says from beside her.

Without much thought, she swung her fist so hard the wooden post behind the alleged attacker dented slightly. A quick kick is swiped under her feet, giving her no time to dodge. As she reaches for the small dagger holstered above her ankle, the voice rings out again.

“It’s me! It’s me!”

A blur of black and white shoots in front of her like lightning, a loud thump hitting the floor a few feet away and the next thing Aseria knows, she is on her knees with one hand caught at the wrist behind her back.

“This is your lieutenant speaking! Stand down!”

With a cringe from the sudden realization, and a wince from the pain, Aseria’s head drops slowly.

“I’m sorry, it’s just instinct! Isn’t that what you taught me? Swing first, questions later!”

The lieutenant chuckles and shakes her head, the rest of her white curls falling out of her helmet. Lieutenant Reyna Muerzo, a terrifying leader that stands at six foot three, was nothing short of sneaky. For her size, she knew how to get around quickly and quietly.

“That I did. I know that is just how you were taught, but you know we’re not in those times anymore. The war ended last May, child.”

Letting a stressed sigh, Aseria sat back up to look up at the woman in front of her. Wordlessly, they both stand to overlook the burning city before them. Another product of a revolution that simply refused to end. The silence between the duo felt deafening, there was nothing to say, nothing to do anymore, nowhere to call home that wasn’t in cinders to return to.

Sifting a hand through her pocket, Reyna found three stray cigarettes and offered one to the dirty blonde beside her. As Aseria declined, she took a match to strike on the side of her boot to light the cancerous stick in her hand.

“I know you lost a lot, we all did. But you have to be willing to let go of the soldier you were, and accept the woman you are. You shouldn’t have had to grow up that fast. This should not have been your battle to fight.”

“That was the only time I felt useful, mom.”

Reyna’s eyes widened. She hadn’t heard that title from her daughter in over a year. Once the war for freedom started, she was nothing more to the country than a feared lieutenant. She regained her composure just as quickly as she was thrown off.

“Then find another way to be useful.”

“I don’t think I can find one so easily.”

“Then let us make one, my child. Where do we start? Rebuild the city?”

Looking up to see the expression on her mother’s face, Aseria sees nothing but a smile adorning her wrinkled features. It shouldn't be a shock for such a strong woman to be such a strong mother, but Aseria was still taken back by the gentleness in her mother’s words after watching her take countless lives for the sake of their freedom.

The silence feels tense for a moment, but Reyna moves to her motorcycle that was discarded at the beginning of their conversation. As she puts her helmet on the ground, she looks over her shoulder gently.

“I do not blame you for throwing your sword the way you did;”

Reyna starts to lift the machine, a gentle whirring noise coming from it, as if it was arguing with her. She fiddles with the kickstand as Aseria takes a sharp breath, unsure of where their conversation was going. She knew from the start she was nothing more than a combat medic, she was told from the very first battle between Betrothal and Whiusil to only save the people with mechanical enhancements on their bodies. She couldn’t help but wonder if her mother was angry at her for running away from her position as a medic.

“I know you were scared. I did the same thing when I was handed my first sword. I just wish they would have kept their promise.”

A sigh of relief left Aseria as she realized her mother was more worried than upset with her, but when she looked at her mother again, she could tell something was wrong. The way Reyna leaned against the motorcycle told her everything she needed to know.

She was tense, nervous like she told a secret she wasn't supposed to tell. Lost in her own thoughts, the lieutenant begins to mutter to herself, ways things could’ve shifted in their favor, things she could’ve done differently to avoid her only child going to war at the age of twenty, losing part of her own arm and more. It wasn’t until a hand was on her shoulder that she was drawn out of her thoughts quickly.

“..Mom? What promise?”

A deep sigh settles in her chest as she nods, more to herself than the confused woman in front of her. Taking her hand carefully, Reyna begins leading her daughter to the ruins of the city in front of them.

“I think it’s time I tell you a little more about the man your father was, more importantly, who everyone thought your father was.”

Aseria turns to point out the motorcycle her mother was just leaning on behind them.

“What about your bike?”

“He will follow.”

Without hesitation, the vehicle lights up and roars to life as if it was leaning on the stand in the first place. Aseria's eyes widened but set quickly, silently cursing herself for forgetting that sweoyae was also used in machines, not just humans.

“Maude, come. We are going home.”

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Not Your Hero (an original work of mine)

There are plenty of words a mother could use to describe her son. Dashing, witty, handsome or strong. If someone were to ask Ximena Armstrong, however, only one of her boys would be introduced in such a proud light. If they asked about the other one, they would receive a strained compilation of complaints that he is vile, twisted, or a hateful beast. There are two sides to every story, though. What made a mother turn her back so quickly?

No one has ever gotten close enough to either party to ask for their side. One thing is for certain, Griffin Emiliano is a dangerous man, and Ximena Armstrong is a pathological liar.

Yet on an uneventful day in Betrothal, a group set out to find the answers to all the possible questions anyone could ask. When they find two boys, an anklet and a pile of bodies, there are too many questions to ask and not enough time for the answers before the doors are busted in and everyone is a suspect.

Chapter 1

“I hate to be the bringer of bad news, but if you run any slower, the snails will escape before we do!” A bellowing voice echoes through the halls of the underground chambers. Clambering behind him, a much softer voice rang out. “I’m sorry! This is my first time performing illegal acts, so sorry I can’t keep up with your vigilante lifestyle!” Turning on his heel, Gryffin casts a stone cold glare to his brother. “Don’t forget why we’re in this mess. You thought it would be a good idea to find the anklet, now three guards are dead and the blood is on your hands, kid.” Looking to the floor, Axel shrinks into himself; “I didn’t mean to…” “doesn’t matter the intention. It is the result that everyone will see. Remember that in everything you do.” Before another word was said, a loud crash brings the brothers out of their tension and drives their attention back to the situation at hand. Escaping certain death and bringing the anklet home to their mother, the smartest archeologist in their village. The winding chambers seemed to be getting slimmer and turning into simple tunnels, but with that, the duo noticed that the end of a tunnel was in sight. With reinforcements hot on their trail, Gryffin roars “Ximena will kill us if she finds out people died for that thing.” “Can you just call her mom?” “Not when she won’t call me her son.” “Well maybe if you-” Axel’s voice is cut off with another crash, the barrels in front of them breaking, causing whatever fruits and vegetables to scatter across the floors and stain their shoes more than the mud could. “Not another step, thief. Such a shame that I’ll have to tear such a pretty face to shreds” A masked man with a gentle but firm voice says, backing his words with a sword pointed to Axel’s face. The mask was unsettling at best, sporting a crooked smile with red teeth and white eyes, it’s a wonder the man could see through it. Though unsettling, he was right about Axel’s face. Unlike his brother, his face was pristine and untouched, his pale skin was a perfect target for a sadistic man such as the one in front of him. Questions hung on the tip of the blade as well as the tip of his tongue he realized it was getting closer, but he hadn’t taken a step. “If I can’t take another step, why can you?” “If I can’t take the anklet, why can you?” Comes the quick retort. “Well, technically you could, you just didn’t take that leap that you needed in order to actually grasp it.” With his sharp words and the tension rising, Gryffin grabbed Axel and made a mad dash for the light they witnessed moments earlier. Axel thrashed wildly, kicking the boxes of fruits and vegetables down to make more of a mess for the masked men to clean up later on. “I’m going to drop you if you keep doing that.” He warns with a scowl. “Right, sorry.”

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There was nothing fancy about the village the boys lived in. Past every market on the left there was an alley that the homeless would find themselves digging through, praying to whoever was out there to spare a little mercy for one more day as they cling onto what little humanity they hold. For the homeless that couldn’t fight their way through, the market’s right side would hold the bodies. It seemed everywhere one turned there was another person riddled by disease and famine. When the people in command were brought to the village to speak their grievances, they were brushed off, laughed at and then given one day’s worth of food for the women and children. Proving that they were simply sitting with another government that couldn't care less for the people under their control, but gave the bare minimum so there were still people able to BE controlled. Griffin hated everything about the village. He could never wrap his head around why so many people still lived in such a ghost town. The people were reduced to nothing more than beggars and thieves with nothing to live for, but had the fight and the iron will of soldiers with the world to lose. Under heavy lids, he drags himself into a makeshift shack, calling it a house for them to stay in as the night ticks by. Axel stared at the ceiling, wondering how long it had been since he saw his brother. His once soft features now hardened with the years of war and murder, tanned skin now scarred and hands calloused. Those green eyes that once shined like stars now cut like emeralds that were thrown to the ground by a child throwing a fit. Black hair that was once short and well taken care of has now grown unkempt and matted. “What is going on in that head of yours?” The man in question growled out. “How old are you now, Grif?” “Twenty three, but you didn’t answer my question. What is the issue?” Axel shakes his head quickly. “I was just wondering what went wrong with us… Why did our family fall apart the way it did? Why did you leave? Why-” Griffin cuts him off swiftly “You ask too many questions, Ax. That will be your downfall.” A deep silence settles across the room after Axel nods “mom says that too.” Griffin lets out a heavy sigh after a while and asks something that he sounds like he has been dreading for a long time. “Where is dad?” Axel stands with a speed like no other and starts for the door. “Ax-” “If you can call that monster our dad but can’t call her our mother then you are no brother of mine.” Confused, angry and a little hurt, Griffin throws the closest object at his younger brother’s feet. “Are you gonna tell me what happened or are you going to let me believe that he was a good man and she was the monster, kid?”

I can picture Sansa growing up, fully internalising society's ideals for women, marrying the man her parents picked out for her.

She loves him, she must.

She's happy, she must.

And if she sometimes thinks of being stollen away by a wildling women that's no ones business but hers.

hi! been a while, anyways, im currently writing this silly little original web-story-series and I think its about time I share some of it here! check it out if you want :þ

its still very much a work in progress, so don’t expect that much to be there haha

Royal Road

Demon Hunt | Royal Road

After a series of incredibly unfortunate events, including losing his job, his girlfriend cheating on him, and then to top it all off, being

Chapter 1 is out!

Chapter 1 of the bad ending N au is finally out! This chapter is carrying the most of the graphic violence in this fic, so...

yapping under the cut, but there will be spoilers so read after the chapter :) also @neo91502 idk which blog u wanted to tag so i hope ur main is ok? ;;

This chapter is the first one, so of course things are just getting started here. The reason I moved the end of B2/W2 to the end of B/W is partly because I wanted Hilbert to be there, but mostly because N's loyalty would still lie somewhat with Ghetsis in this situation.

Ghetsis's death is violent for a reason. N is very sheltered-- he's only shown what Ghetsis wants him to see. N sees Pokemon as victims, so it drastically effects his worldview to see one lash out so violently and maim a human being to death. He knows that Kyurem was lashing out at the abuse it faced at Ghetsis's hands, but N also genuinely was traumatized by a Pokemon. As far as he knows, it's been humans traumatizing the Pokemon. The funeral may be cliche but it is symbolic. Pokemon Black and White is about how things aren't...black and white. But at a funeral, everything is black. Everyone wears black. It's very clearly alluding to the undeniable truth that nothing good awaits Team Plasma beyond this point...especially not for N. Speaking of Team Plasma, the fact that the symbol is engraved on the lid of the casket is foreshadowing that Plasma dies alongside Ghetsis. (N is not suited for a position of power). N's speech at the funeral shows that he really has no idea how he feels about Ghetsis, but he knows for certain things can never be the same and that he will forever be changed by a past he cannot unsee. He also....really doesn't know what to do at a funeral. This chapter also leads up to a growing separation between N and his sisters, ouch. On a lighter note...at least he can maybe befriend Colress? There's a lot of clashing views there, though...

you want to read 1k words of doomed nightfinch with a side of night having a crisis and cat zombies dont you. you do.

Moja praca nad Name of Freedom to:

- drugi rozdział siedzi nienapisany, na wykończeniu od tygodnia (dosłownie końcówki brakuje)

- ja piszę wszystko tylko nie rozdział drugi, wliczając nowe interludes, kolejne rozdziały i plan na kolejne rozdziały

- w środku pisania fragmentów rozdziałów, które opublikuję za pół roku, doszłam do wniosku że pasowałoby przepisać cały rozdział drugi, bo tak

Ta, raczej szybko tego nie skończę... Z drugiej strony, mam kilka nowych interludes gotowych?..

Yeay! Więcej przerywników!

Niestety, życie mnie dogania i mam problem z pisaniem rozdziału. Za tydzień powinien być drugi rozdział. Póki co, mam nadzieje, że wam się spodoba.

A oto pierwszy przerywnik, bo mam za dużo obowiązków! Jej!

Publikuję tylko kilka dni po pierwszym rozdziale, bo to jest naprawdę krótkie. Mam nadzieje, że wam się spodoba.

Bardzo chciałam napisać One Piece Reverse Role AU, gdzie Ace traci wspomnienia, a Sabo dorasta z Luffym. Nigdy czegoś takiego nie widziałam i bardzo chciałam to zobaczyć. A jak to się mówi "pisz to co sam chciałbyś przeczytać".

A później moja miłość do Armii Rewolucjonistów przypomniała mi, że Dragon jest na wyspie przez całą akcję z pożarem I Niebiańskimi Smokami, a ze "śmiercią" Ace'a, pojawia się też świetna wymówka, żeby zabrać Luffy'ego jak najdalej się da od tej przeklętej wyspy. W końcu Garp już raz zawiódł jeśli chodzi o zajęcie się bardzo poszukiwanym dzieckiem bardzo poszukiwanego przestępcy.

Więc, to całe AU to połączenie "Sabo/Ace Role Reverse" i "Dragon wychowuje Luffy'ego". Tak, mam to na myśli bardzo dosłownie, nawet przepisałam 90% moich headcanonów i fabuł, które miałam przygotowane do tego drugiego AU do pliku z tym.

Ponieważ Luffy i Sabo utkną z Rewolucjonistami, Ace oczywiście będzie gdzie indziej. I naprawdę bardzo się cieszę, że mam wymówkę, żeby napisać Ace'a który jest częścią załogi Białobrodego bez bycia bitym, więzionym, izolowanym i prawie-zabijanym przez trzy miesiące bez przerwy. Ace nie pamięta zupełnie nic, poza swoim imieniem (do czego wymyśliłam całe wyjaśnienie, bo nudziło mi się kiedyś na niemieckim) i jest znaleziony przez piratów Białobrodego, którzy odwiedzają Dawn Island bo powody. Więc Ace dorasta na ich statku przez kolejne dziesięć lat nie mając pojęcia kim jest, co zostaje nowym źródłem jego problemów, bo uważam, że problemy z poczuciem własnej wartości, zwłaszcza tak poważne jak jego, nie powinny po prostu zniknąć tylko dlatego, że nie ma wspomnień. One wciąż tam są, tylko teraz wywodzą się z kompletnie czegoś innego, przez co rozwiną się w kompletnie innym kierunku.

W tym czasie Sabo&Luffy mieszkają i dorastają na Baltigo, gdzie Dragon udowadnia, że kochający i troszczący się rodzic, któremu naprawdę zależy, nie oznacza dobrego rodzica, ale dzięki morze Sabo i masa Rewolucjonistów są tu, żeby pomóc. A, no i Luffy podbija serca całej bazy, bo to Luffy. Sabo zostaje też pół-oficjalnie adoptowany przez Dragona, co w sumie i tak jest kanonem dla niektórych osób w fandomie.

Pierwszy rozdział już jest! Yeay!

Namęczyłam się trochę z edytowaniem. I nie miałam bety. Niektóre fragmenty, których nie jestem pewna, wysyłam kuzynce, ale nie wszystko. Mam nadzieje, że mi wybaczycie... (czy w Polsce Beta Reader w ogóle istnieje w kontekście FF? bo nikt kogo pytałam nie wiedział co to jest...)

W każdym razie, bardzo dziękuję za wsparcie i zapraszam do czytania!