#Circe: sees a beautiful lady; immediately falls in love

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gold rush

Jake Seresin x F!Reader (Callsign: Circe)

Warnings: Angst reader is in sad boi hours

Word Count: 1102

a love confession through music Masterlist

Author's Note: Welcome to my new Jake series. Each Chapter is going to be inspired by a song! The first song is gold rush by Taylor Swift!! I hope I can appease the Jake girlies. Also, thank you to all my beta readers who had to read my ROUGH draft.

You watched his laughter light up the entire room from the corner. The type of laugh that made everyone turn their heads and see who it was. It made you envious of him and everyone else. Jealous of him drawing in so many admirers and jealous of everyone else being drawn into him. Yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from being drawn into Jake Seresin. The Navy pilot was beautiful and was the poster child of a ladies' man. Smart, funny, and easygoing, the list could go on.

You knew what you signed yourself up for when you joined Top Gun: difficult missions, high expectations, and hard senior officers. You weren’t signed up for falling in love with Jake “Hangman” Seresin. When you met Jake for the first time at the Hard Deck, you felt a rush of emotions. First was annoyance with his cocky attitude, next was the slight embarrassment when he asked about your callsign and you didn’t immediately reply, and finally was the feeling of knowing that a crush was starting to develop. 

“Hey, Circe, are you okay?” Bob’s question broke you out of your daydream. You didn’t even realize that you had gone so quiet for a while. 

“Yeah, I’m good. What’s up, Bob?”

“Oh, nothin’. Your face had a look of frustration so I was just worried,” The WSO had a concerned expression on his face. “Was it because of what happened today during the training exercises?”

The training exercises were hellish and frustrating for you. Maverick had decided to do dogfighting techniques and made you and Jake go against each other. While you were always up to practice dogfighting, you weren’t as successful against Jake. He was a distraction. Jake would toy with you over the comms the entire exercise. He said, “Come on, Circe, is that all you got?” Or “Not close enough, Cir. Try again.” 

Everything was said with a cocky tone and you could imagine the smirk on his face while he said these things. The teasing and missed shots resulted in you having to do at least 200 push-ups, and you could still feel the soreness in your arms from doing those push-ups. Either way, you were appreciative of Bob worrying about you and why you were going through what seemed like a spiral. “It's not that, Bob, but thank you again for looking out for me. I just have something on my mind but, hopefully, I’ll figure it out soon.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Bob seemed like he wanted to help you with whatever was going on in your head. Besides you had helped him with setting him up with his girlfriend. The least he could do was help you with your problems.

“Nah don’t worry about it.” you smiled his way and decided to get up and get a drink from the bar. Maybe Penny could help you with your woes, whether it be with a drink or conversation. Weaving yourself through the crowd to the bar, you leaned on the edge of the counter waiting to flag down Penny. 

“What’s up, Circe? Got something on your mind?” Penny asked while getting your regular order ready. “Man troubles?”

“How did you know?” you asked while looking slightly surprised that she instantly knew what was your problem. “Was it obvious?”  

“Your face is kinda an open book when you’re here,” she replied with a slight smile. “Also you’ve been staring at Jake for a good 40 minutes with a longing look.”

You were stunned by how easily Penny could figure out, not only what the problem was, but who was at the center of the problem. Were you that easy to read? Could Jake notice it too? Either way, you decided to confide in Penny with your dilemma. “Well, you got me there, Penny. If I’m being honest–”

“You like Jake. Regardless of his reputation.” Penny finished your sentence knowing exactly how you felt because she had felt it with Maverick when they first met in the 80s. “I’ve been in your shoes, Circe, and it’s hard to want a man who seems unattainable. Do you want to pursue these feelings or get rid of them?” 

That question made you think. Do you want to try for Jake, or do you want to get over him and move on? Whatever option you picked, you felt like you would suffer some type of consequence. Being with him would probably make you harbor feelings of jealousy about being with someone everyone wants. Not being with him would make you feel stupid and confirm your fears of not being worthy of him. “I’m not sure Pen. I feel like it's a Catch-22 situation for me.”

“Well, you better decide quickly because someone else is trying to snatch up your man.” Penny pointed over to the beautiful woman who had caught Jake’s attention. 

Jake had instantaneously started to flirt with her and it hurt to watch. Yet, this happened every time at the Hard Deck. You would sit and watch Jake pick up a drop-dead gorgeous woman and leave with her. It made you feel like you shouldn’t even try. Based on the type of women Jake goes for, you didn’t compare. It was one of the main reasons why you hadn’t tried to pursue him. The other one was that Jake seemed to treat you “like one of the guys.” It didn’t matter what you did, trying to wear a little bit of makeup or stepping up your casual outfits to the Hard Deck. He didn’t see you as anything but a coworker. 

You down the drink Penny had put in front of you and gave her your card. You couldn’t stand to watch this unfold for the thousandth time. After Penny closed your tab, she gave back your card with a sad smile on her face. “You calling it a night, Cir?”

“Yeah, I think I need to figure out what I’m going to do. Thanks for the advice, Penny.” you got up and said goodbye to the older woman. Weaving your way to the door, you took a deep breath after stepping out the door. 

Fishing your keys out while meandering over to your car, you thought someone said your name. Turning back you see no one, so you hop into your car. Sighing, you put the key into the ignition, and it sputtered to life. The sound of your phone connecting to the Bluetooth was instant. It started playing the next song on your playlist from the drive to work this morning. The first notes began.

“Gleaming, twinkling…….”

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Circe had been tracking down a certain artifact for months now. True artifacts of power were rarer these days than they had once been, but, if you knew what to look for (and Circe certainly did), you could still find them. The sorceress’s eyes dropped to the name and address on her phone’s screen before lifting to the shop front before her. This was the place. If only the owners ever knew what they held, if the shop’s only could even imagine the lengths she’d gone to to track the piece from hand to hand from its creation.

Entering the shop, she immediate started the hunt for her prize. To most, it was just a particularly ornate, but well preserved dagger display dagger. Nearly as blunt as a child’s toy. But, oh, it was so much more than that. And, as with all truly magical items, it had a long and rather sordid history. She took her time moving about the shop, her eyes jumping from item to item. At last, she spotted it locked away behind glass (as it should be in human care).

And though she honed in on the dagger, moving toward the display with purpose, her eyes were drawn to the woman she spotted behind the display. ❝Beautiful,❞ the ancient breathed.

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An Introduction to Worshipping Medeia

As a Hellenic witch, the worship of Medeia is an important part of my practice. She was a witch and priestess of Hekate, possessing nearly unparalleled knowledge of magic and poisons. I wanted to write this post to give some background on who Medeia is, her role as a witch and a priestess, and how I have come to honor her in my practice.

Who is Medeia?

Parentage

Medeia (Μήδεια) is given mainly two parentages, either Aeetes, son of Helios, and Eidyia, daughter of Oceanus, or Hekate and Aeetes. Hesiod offers us a description of the first, writing:

“To the tireless Sun the renowned Oceanid Perseïs bore Circe and King Aeetes. Aeetes, son of the Sun who makes light for mortals, married by the gods’ design another daughter of Oceanus the unending river, fair-cheeked Idyia; and she bore him the trim-ankled Medea, surrendering in intimacy through golden Aphrodite” (Hesiod 31)

Alternatively, Diodorus names Hekate and Aeetes as her parents, explaining:

“Perses had a daughter, Hecate, and she excelled her father in her brazen lawlessness...She was a keen contriver of mixtures of deadly drugs [pharmaka], and she discovered the so-called aconite. She tested the powers of each drug by mixing it into the food given to strangers...After this she married Aeetes and gave birth to two daughters, Circe and Medea, and also a son Aigialeus” (qtd. in Ogden 78)

Either of these parentages could make sense, but I personally observe the first.

(Art: Medea by Frederick Sandys)

Medeia as the Witch Priestess of Hekate

One of Medeia’s most important roles in literature and myth is that she is a priestess of Hekate and a witch, being called “Medea of the many spells” (Apollonius of Rhodes 109). In most literature there is no way to separate these roles. 

She was extremely devoted to Hekate, Apollonius of Rhodes stating that “as a rule she did not spend her time at home, but was busy all day in the temple of Hecate, of whom she was priestess” (116). Euripides also writes that Medea says “I swear it by her, my mistress, whom most I honor and have chosen as partner, Hecate, who dwells in the recesses of my hearth” (Euripides 13). Clearly, the relationship between her and Hekate was very close, and it was said on occasion that she even learned magic from Hekate, Herself. Apollonius of Rhodes writes that “[t]here is a girl living in Aeetes’ palace whom the goddess Hecate has taught to handle with extraordinary skill all the magic herbs that grow on dry land or in running water” (123). Diodorus also claims this, but adds an interesting addendum that attributes to the character of Medeia:

“They report that Medea learned all the powers of drugs from her mother [Hekate] and her sister [Kirke], but her own inclination was the opposite. For she continually saved the strangers that put in from dangers” (qtd. in Ogden 79)

(Art: Medea the Sorceress by Valentine Cameron Prinsep)

Regardless of the origins of her powers, they were no doubt incredible. Apollonius of Rhodes explains that “she can put out a raging fire, she can stop rivers as they roar in spate, arrest a star, and check the movement of the sacred moon” (123). In one instance Apollonius states that “the beautiful Medea spell through the palace, and for her the very doors responding to her hasty incantations swung open of their own accord...From there she meant to reach the temple. She knew the road well enough, having often roamed in that direction searching for corpses and noxious roots, as witches do” (148). This is clearly an indicator that her powers are incredible, but what is even more awe-inspiring is what Apollonius says happens next:

“Rising from the distant east, the Lady Moon [Selene], Titanian goddess, saw the girl wandering distraught, and in wicked glee said to herself: ’So I am not the only one to go astray for love, I that burn for beautiful Endymion and seek him in the Latmian cave. How many times, when I was bent on love, have you disorbed me with your incantations, making the night moonless so that you may practice your beloved witchcraft undisturbed!” (148).

Medeia is said to be able to actually banish the moon Herself from the sky, an unimaginable feat. This is indicative of the degree of power she possesses, having sway over nature itself.

She is most known to have used her knowledge and powers repeatedly to help Jason, her husband, on his quest for the Golden Fleece. The first instance of this was that she made Jason an ointment which would make him invincible. Apollonius describes this in length, writing that:

“She had twelve maids, young as herself and all unmarried...She called them now and told them to yoke the mules to her carriage at once, as she wished them to drive to the spending Temple of Hecate; and while they were getting the carriage ready she took a magic ointment form her box. This salve was named after Prometheus. A man had only to smear it on his body, after procreating the only-begotten Maiden [Hekate] with a midnight offering, to become invulnerable by sword or fire” (131-2)

He continues, detailing the ritual of how she obtained the plant she used to make this ointment:

“Medea, clothed in black, in the gloom of night, had drawn off this juice in a Caspian shell after bathing in seven perennial streams and calling seven times on Brimo, nurse of youth, Brimo, night-wanderer of the underworld, Queen of the dead. The dark earth shook and rumbled underneath the Titan root when it was cute, and Prometheus himself groaned in the anguish of his soul” (132). 

Here we see a process that is depicted often, the bathing of Medeia and her ritualistic harvesting of herbs. We also see her here call on Brimo (Βριμω), an epithet of Hekate, in Her role as nurse of the young (Kourotrophos/Κουροτρόφος), night-wanderer (Νυκτιπολος/Nyktipolos), of the Underworld (Χθονιη/Kthonia), and Queen of the Dead (Ανασσα ενεροι/Anassa Eneroi), indicating the importance of Hekate to her witchcraft. 

(Art: Jason and Medea by John William Waterhouse)

A similar harvesting of herbs and roots is seen in fragments of Sophocles’ play The Root-Cutters. What we have of the play states that “She [Medea] covers her eyes with her hand and collects up the white-clouded juice that drips from the cut in bronze jars...the covered chests conceal the roots, which this woman reaped, naked, with bronze sickles, while crying out and howling” (qtd. in Ogden 83). Hekate is then said to be “crowned with oak branches and snakes” (qtd. in Ogden 83). Then the women chant “Lord of the sun and holy fire [Helios], sword of Hecate of the roads, which she carries over Olympus as she attends and as she traverses the sacred crossroads of the land, crowned with oak and the woven coils of snakes, falling on her shoulders” (qtd. in Ogden 83). In this short but incredible fragment we see that Medeia calls on both Hekate and Helios, her grandfather, to bless their ritual. We also see a repeat of incantations to harvest magical herbs, and an introduction of her association with bronze. 

Another one of Medea’s feats was charming the snake that guarded the Golden Fleece into a slumber. In the Argonautica, Apollonius of Rhodes writes:

“The monster in his sheath of horny scares rolled forward his interminable coils, like the eddies of black smoke that spring from smoldering logs...But as he writhed he saw the maiden take her stand, and heard her in sweet voices invoking Sleep [Hypnos], the conqueror of the gods, to charm him. She also called on the night-wandering queen of the world below [Hekate] to countenance her efforts...the giant snake, enchanted by her song, was soon relaxing the whole length of his serrated spine and smoothing out his multitudinous undulations...Yet his grim head still hovered over them and the cruel jaws threatened to snap them up. But Medea, chanting a spell, dipped a fresh sprig of juniper in her brew and sprinkled his eyes with her most potent drugs and as the all-pervading magic scent spread around his head, sleep fell on him.” (150-1). 

(Medea and the Dragon by Maxwell Ashby Armfield)

She was also said to have killed the giant Talos, a gift given to Zeus from Hephaistos, with her witchcraft, specifically the Evil Eye. In this more horrifying passage, it is said that:

“[W]ith incantations, she invoked the Sprits of Death [Keres], the swift hounds of Hades who feed on souls and haunt the lower air to pounce on living men. She sank to her knees and called upon them three times in song, three times with spoken prayers. She steeled herself with their malignity and bewitched the eyes of Talos with the evil in her own. She flung at him the full force of her malevolence, and in an ecstasy of rage she plied him with images of death” (Apollonius of Rhodes 192). 

In this passage, she calls on the Keres, and with them is able to use the evil eye to bring immediate death to a direct creation of the gods. This is a horrifying feat, not only for the power it must require, but for her ability to kill in an instant. 

Finally, she also is said to have rejuvenated Jason’s father Aeson. In Ovid’s Metamorphoses, Jason pleads with Medea to take years of his own life to give more to his father, but she rejects him saying that Hekate will not allow such a thing to take place. Instead, she offers that through her witchcraft, instead, if Hekate is willing to help her, she may rejuvenate him. Under the full moon, Medeia performs the ritual. She calls on Hekate, Night, the Moon, and Helios to aid her in her task (126-7). A chariot drawn by dragons appears to her and she takes it to gather herbs harvested with her bronze scythe. After nine days and nights, she returns to Jason to perform the ritual. The ritual is extensive and is essentially repeated in full. She builds two altars, one to Hecate and one to Hebe. She also digs two ditches on sacrifices a black sheep into the ditches, also pouring wine and milk into them. She also calls on the “deities of the earth” which may mean deities of the land or chthonic deities, and Hades. Once she appeases these gods and goddesses, she spells Aeson to sleep on a bed of herbs and tells Jason to leave her to perform her magic. She then dips sticks into pools of blood and lights them with the flames on the altars, then purifying the man once with fire, three times with water, and three times with sulfur. 

She then adds many herbs, roots, and flowers to her bronze cauldron as well as “hoar frost gathered under the full moon, the wings of the uncanny screech owl with the flesh as well, and the entrails of a werewolf which has the power of changing its wild-beast features into a man’s. There also in the pot is the scaly skin of a slender Cinyphian water-snake, the liver of a long-lived stag, to which she also adds eggs and the head of a crow nine generations old” (Ovid 129). Then, she slits the throat of Aeson and replaced his blood with her potion, finally rejuvenating him. 

There is more descriptions of Medeia’s magical feats throughout literature, but these are simply some of the most detailed and famous. She is clearly a very powerful witch and a significant figure within the history of Hekate worship. With her bronze cauldron and chariot of dragons, she is quite awe-inspiring.

(Art: The Sorceress by R. Willis Maddox)

Medeia’s Character

One of the issues we run into with Medeia’s mythos is her defamation and portrayal as a child-murdering and vengeful woman. She is indeed vengeful against Jason, and rightfully so, for he bade her to leave her homeland, murder her brother, and constantly had her aid him with her witchcraft, only to abandon her for another. However, Euripides’ tale of her brutally murdering her children has some criticisms from scholars who note that there are other versions of the tale. 

One such tale is that from Apollodorus who writes that “Another tradition is that on her flight she left behind her children, who were still infants, setting them as suppliants on the altar of Hera of the Height; but the Corinthians removed them and wounded them to death” (1.9.28). In the modern era, a scholar named Sarah Illes Johnston, author of Restless Dead and Hekate Soteira, also writes that Medea prays to Hera Akraia to make her children immortal, and Hera either declines or breaks her promise to fulfill this task, leaving the children to die (62-3). Johnston denies the implication of Medea in her children’s death, instead attributing it to circumstances outside her control or by the hand of another.

These different tellings of Medeia’s story fits with the Colchian princess who aids Jason in a much more believable way than the suddenly spiteful women who murders her children. This variation is less popular, the other being popularized perhaps to demonize magic and women of power.

(Art: Medea by Eve De Morgan)

Worshipping Medeia

Now that Medeia’s character and mythological status has been discussed, I think it’s important to talk about how I actually go about worshipping Medeia. I worship Medeia in both divine and ancestral ways, which I suppose could be attributed to methods of hero worship in Ancient Greece. Worshipping Medeia can be done alongside Hekate and/or Helios, as well as alongside Kirke. If you observe the Mighty Dead or Witch Ancestors, she could also be worshipped alongside them.

Offerings

Offerings for Medeia can include wine, frankincense, milk, honey, food, poisons, sacred plants, bronze artifacts, candles, snake parts or figurines and dragon figurines, artifacts of witchcraft, and even Hekate iconography. One could also offer her blood, but that is up to your personal discretion. 

Names and Epithets

Names/epithets I call Medeia include ‘Of the Many Spells,’ ‘Vengeful Maiden,’ ‘Witch Priestess of Hekate,’ ‘Medea of Poisons,’ ’She Who Knows All Herbs,’ ‘Giant-Slayer,’ one that could also be said of Hekate, ‘Princess of Colchis,’ ‘Granddaughter of Helios,’ ’Daughter of Sun and Moon,’ one I use to indicate her relationship to Helios and her devotion to Hekate, and Medea Pharmakeia, or Medeia of Witchcraft/Magic. 

Sacred Objects

Sacred plants of Medeia could include any poisons, juniper, olive, and aconite specifically. Sacred animals include dragons and snakes. Bronze is also sacred to Medea, as are cauldrons of any kind. 

Specializations

Medeia can be called upon for justice and vengeance, especially for spells of justice and vengeance, witchcraft of any kind, to bless herbs, for gardening, for aid in Hekate worship, for the downfall of your enemies, for protection from harm, for protection from snakes, and for guidance in magic.

Prayers to Medeia

Prayer for Medea’s Aid in Witchcraft

Prayer to Medea for Vengeance

Conclusion

In conclusion, while Medeia may not be a part of the usual canon of hero worship, or worship in general, if you are a devotee of Hekate or Helios, worshipping Medeia might be right for you. Likewise, any witch who observes the Hellenic pantheon should give serious thought to venerating Medeia in their practice. 

Works Cited:

Medea by Euripides

Magic, Witchcraft, and Ghosts in the Ancient Greek and Roman Worlds by Daniel Ogden

The Voyage of Argo by Apollonius of Rhodes

Theogony by Hesiod

The Library by Apollodorus

The Metamorphoses by Ovid

“Corinthian Medea and the Cult of Hera Akraia” by Sarah Illes Johnston

(Art: Medea Casting Spells by Henry Ferguson)

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DATE: November 1st

TIME: 12:03 AM

LOCATION: Castelvecchio Bridge

They move through the night untouched, the three of them walking through the streets that their own decree had brought to ruin. Like biblical entities, the crowds parted before them, pausing in their shooting, in their pillaging, in their vulgar debauchery to listen to the sounds of their cloaks snapping in the faint breeze, or watch their boots scatter the casings of bullets out of their way. It was as if the whole of the city knew that, on this night of inconsequential rioting, they could never fool themselves into thinking that the witches would allow any disrespect to befall them. There was a whisper that Circe had stepped upon a pool of blood, like Christ walking upon water.

They move through Measure by Measure, the Dark Lady, the haunts of every Veronesi, gathering them like a brewing storm until a mob was dogging their steps, following in their wake.

But instead of growing more riotous, the crowd falls silent, nothing but the occasional gasps of pain from injured onlookers or groans from those who dragged themselves to see the culmination of the great La Purga di Verona come to life before their eyes. But then the whole of the mob took a breath. Then the witches were gone, nothing but their memories left in the spot they had once been. A murmur swept through the crowd, whispers of devilry and seraphic miracles at work, one theory no more believable than the other.

“Verona has been exorcised of their greater demons. Verona is to taste redemption, for, through the suffering of this night, we have seen the product and purging of their sin.”

And with that, it’s lit. A torch licking with flame is pressed onto the fuel soaked rags within the boat and pushed adrift. The crowds gather, eyes and ears attentive, turned toward the small, makeshift platform that adorns three witches like trophies. Limbs lithe, spectral like and gaze ominous,  their comfortability addressing the masses evident in the unwavering tone they emit.

“Bloodied hands washed clean,” one of them croons, Medea with pursed lips and something like hope swelling in their chest.

“Vices set on fire,” Hecate corrects, stepping forward as their eyes are cast beyond the crowd, toward the fire building upon the Adige.

“Burned away,” says Circe, agreeing happily. “As the clock strikes twelve, we shall start anew.”

The people cheer, some half-heartedly, but most wildly, roaring with pride for having survived this purge, a little worse for wear, but their loved ones remain tight in their grasp, and there’s nothing more to be thankful for. 

Is there?

A few hundred feet away, a familiar soldier makes her way up a winding staircase, emerging onto the roof of a building perfectly adjacent to the Castelvecchio—a beautiful vantage point, and GONERIL takes her perch. Opening up the case procured from Bianchi’s, she pulls out the sniper rifle and attaches the scope, setting her sights on a familiar Boss as he stands beside his doting daughter. Three slow breaths follow, leather gloves squeaking as she holds the grip tight. The floating inferno passes beneath the bridge. Now’s her chance, the taste for revenge thick in the back of her throat as she puts an eager finger to the trigger, bullet intended right for his putrid heart.

LAERTES holds the hand of his sister, clutched tightly as they watch the boat make its way toward them, Damiano at their sides. Justice seems like a far-fetched dream to them both now, a chance to enact something so deserved set alight right before their eyes. He promises them it’ll still be served, but seeing is believing and all they see is peace offered to a side that doesn’t deserve it. IMOGEN stands just off to the side, eyes locked with OPHELIA’s, the only hope the Montague has left, it would seem.

ROSALINE stands between her cousins, TYBALT’s arm wrapped around JULIET’s shoulders. The head, the hands, the heart. And their fearless leader. Victors by all accounts, guilt evaded and punishment absconded, and rightfully so. Cosimo stands behind his future, VOLUMNIA at his side, with nothing but pride in his chest, for he knows whatever is to come will be met with the fiercest of Capulets. His golden trio, his ruthless Queen—and nothing can stop them now.

But then that picture fades, fast and all at once.

A gunshot. A cracking of cobblestone beneath feet. Cosimo lunges forward, pushed off balance by the rumbling, but it still sinks into his body, the bullet lodging into the flesh of his shoulder.

The bomb goes off, rips the Castelvecchio right in half.  

In a split second, peace is shattered. Verona is tarnished. Assassination is attempted.

And the world falls apart.

JULIET feels it first, something like death rumbling beneath the bridge. Blood pools against her father’s white shirt, wound gaping in his shoulder, and she reaches to grab him. “Tiberius, he’s hit!” She yells out for help, but it’s deafened by the cries of those around her as the bridge gives out. ROSALINE is thrown, the blast knocking her off her feet and into the group of civilians gathered around ODIN. “Get up,” he grunts, offering her a hand. “We’ve got work to do now.”

EDMUND’s balance is lost the moment the bomb goes off, standing close enough to the impact that he’s tossed to the opposing side, shoulder slamming into that of LAERTES, who falls prone beneath him. Teeth bared and anger coursing through him, he lands an elbow to the Capulet’s face out of pure spite and scrambles to his feet, ready to attack. EDGAR leaps to his brother’s aid, crossing the bridge with a jump across the flames to try and land a punch along the Montague’s jaw, but OPHELIA steps between them, knife freed from its hiding spot quickly and held up in defense. She’s already lost her brother once, she refuses to again.

CORDELIA is sent soaring away from the blast, back colliding hard with the edge of the bridge, a few feet from where CLEOPATRA stands. She scans the crowd in search for one face and one face in particular, that of the man who promised her they’d end this night together, but FORTINBRAS is nowhere to be found and now a Capulet soldier lay at her feet. She picks CORDELIA up under her arms and drags her to safety, off of the now declining bridge and into enemy territory. “Who would do this?” CLEOPATRA asks, shuddering at the thought, at the horror of people plummeting off the sides of the bridge to avoid the flames. There’s no answer from CORDELIA. She has no words. No explanation.

Bodies topple over the sides of the now-collapsed bridge. It creaks and sways with the current of the water, each second a race with time and prayer as people cry out for their loved ones, once held tightly within their arms but now sent flying in every which direction.

MALCOM, having been leaning over the edge to look out onto effigy, was tossed back, torso flipping from the sheer momentum of the blast. He catches himself on the side, knuckles white as his legs dangle into the freezing water. LAVINA sees him there, hanging on for dear life. “Help me,” he huffs out, one hand tragically losing its grip. “Valentina!” He calls out to his ally and she freezes in place, eyes darting around for the other Montague. PERDITA, hears this and stops dead in her tracks, a chill running up her spine. That name. That girl. Her lover’s smile emerges into view as tears sting behind her eyes. VIOLA pulls herself up from the cobblestone, shoulder dislocated from the harsh collision of a large piece of concrete slammed into her back, but nothing will stop her from getting to MALCOM, that is, unless a street rat from Rome can swallow her fear. “Paola, we have to go,” LILLIAN cries out to her, but she stands there frozen, eyes trained on the key to her lover’s murder. VIOLA pulls MALCOM up and the two head for Montague territory as PERDITA is pulled back by LAVINIA.

VOLUMNIA focuses on the bullet, the bomb a measly distraction compared to the assassination attempt on her precious Cosmio’s life. She flees and follows the trajectory, emerging from the bridge in a heap, nearly falling, but a familiar loathsome face stops her. ANTONY snarls in her direction, pushing her back onto her feet, but she doesn’t hesitate; she never has. “It was you, wasn’t it?” She asks, brandishing a gun from behind her back. “The bomb.” He doesn’t answer and lunges for VOLUMNIA instead, practically roaring at the accusation. Hopefully ANTONY is quicker than that of a bullet.

Fate is not so kind to NICK BOTTOM, who is tossed from the bridge following the immediate blast, sent sailing into the water. An unfamiliar and unsettling feeling to someone so accustomed to the flame, like a wet dog he paddles towards shore as best he can, but turns back upon the sight of someone floating face down within the river. ROSALIND, gash to her temple nearly an inch deep, he takes her by the arm and pulls her to shore along with him—a little saving grace in this newfound and entirely unexpected battle with survival tonight.

DESDEMONA, small shards of shrapnel embedded into her leg, limps her way into Montague territory, flanked by a frantic FORTINBRAS, shouting haphazardly into the crowd a name she doesn’t recognize, Russian rolling off his tongue but falling upon deaf ears. Her ankle catches on something sharp and she falls to one knee, clutching at the stranger who begrudgingly hoists her back up, bracing his shoulders against the stampeding crowd so as to offer her a bit of protection. “Can you walk?” FORTINBRAS asks, not waiting for an answer as he sweeps DESDEMONA’s legs up into his arms, carrying her until they can break away from the crowd safely. “Go home,” he orders, tossing a “you’re welcome” over his shoulder as he peels away from her.

The bomb went off right beneath his feet, sends him flying across the bridge and into Montague territory, where he lies there, the wind knocked straight from his lungs upon impact. It takes him a few beats, a few gravelly gasps for air before TYBALT pulls himself to his feet. Ears ringing and vision obscured, he’s an easy target, pushed forward along the street as the crowd shuffles him along. He searches for his cousins, desperate to find them, to find his uncle too. Had he been shot? He heard Juliana call for him, but then he was on his back. There’s another loud crash in the distance, muffled by the persistent ringing, but still he looks. OBERON tosses a molotov cocktail into the already shattered windows of To Tame A Soup—practically a sweet kiss in comparison to the things they’ve both seen and done tonight—one right after the other, until the entire structure is engulfed in flames. In the time it takes to close the distance between them, the cacophony of war around them is finally heard by the deafened Capulet. “Care to join me?” The brute hands a bottle to TYBALT, flicking his lighter again to ignite the rag soaked into a whiskey. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” A voice emerges from behind billowing smoke. ROMEO, ushering away the last few victim’s of OBERON’s terror, with fists now clenched and rage boiling, a bullet lands between the Capulet’s eyes. “Are you next?” He asks TYBALT as his eyes dart to FORTINBRAS standing behind him, gun in hand, too. 

HAMLET, shoulder shattered upon his emergence from the bridge, trampled to the ground in all the chaos, he finds himself searching for safety in the wrong place. A group of Capulets pounces on him the moment he enters into the abandoned building, breaking his arm completely. CELIA, passing by on her way to find ROSALIND, hears this and searches down the cries of pain. It’s three on one, but the assault rifle in her grasp begs to differ. “Duck!” She calls out to him and HAMLET does as he’s told, dropping to the floor like a heap of dirty laundry upon her request. CELIA fires off an entire clip into the room, and all three of the bodies fall in a heap around him. “Looks like you owe me one,” she smirks and darts back out onto the street.

MERCUTIO emerges, seemingly out of nowhere, from behind with a surprise punch to KATHERINE’s temple, paying little mind to the cry of pain she elicits. Being so far away from the bridge during the explosion made her an easy target, even as she attempted to find solace in an alley to catch her breath. Yet there she was, all alone and cornered now, no allies in sight. GONERIL exits a building in an angry huff, having only wounded her intended target earlier, but spots a fight from across the street as she does so, suddenly delighted at the prospect of riding the still-there adrenaline rush. It isn’t until she sees KATHERINE go down after the third punch that she pulls out her gun. It’s an easy mark from this far, one bullet to her fellow Montague would do the trick. One bullet to the Capulet’s pretty little head would do the same. 

JULIET turns the corner, visible only in periphery, but it’s enough of a distraction. GONERIL fires a warning shot above MERCUTIO’s head and darts off to taunt the princess. “How’s daddy?” She asks with a knife-sharp grin, taking off in a sprint toward JULIET who pulls out a revolver. What GONERIL doesn’t know—that her father is resting against the brick wall around the corner, bleeding out—won’t hurt her. MERCUTIO spins on their heel following the impact of a bullet to the brick wall behind them, narrowly missing their head. Not wanting to push their luck any further, they turn and filter back onto the streets, leaving KATHERINE to bleed out or fend for herself, they don’t care either way.

IMOGEN takes to the streets in search of CRESSIDA, heart racing at the thought of her having not made it to safety. It’s been hours since she’s seen her lover, and in the chaos of the bomb, she’d lost sight of her. Just for a moment, but it was enough. Two steps taken into Capulet territory, however, armed and rather feral in her intent to rescue the love of her life, she comes face to face with LADY MACBETH. Blood boiling at the mere sight of her, the night’s earlier revelation still present and fresh, she goes for her. No time like the present, and if the world was ending, then the last thing IMOGEN was going to do was serve justice. MACBETH emerges from behind her, pistol in his hand now pressed lightly against her temple. “I wouldn’t touch her if I were you.” He slinks in closer, voice low and raspy, something like loyalty fueling the fire raging within his chest. Not for the Capulets, no, but for the woman he’s to call his wife. LADY MACBETH smirks in the girl’s direction, brow quirked up in prideful satisfaction. “Go ahead, I dare you,” she whispers to her. MACBETH cocks the gun and leans in close, lips hovering just outside IMOGEN’s ear. “Run.”

CASSIAN finds himself cornered, backed into an alleyway by a few Montague soldiers he doesn’t recognize, all of whom wield some sort of makeshift weapon, all of which are intent on piercing him with said weapons. With no escape in sight, his eyes dart around frantically, back and forth, searching for any sort of exit. All that lay at his feet is a rock and some dirt. CRESSIDA steps out the back entrance and into the alley, voice loud and booming as she commands them to stop. Intimidation has never been her strong suit, but the shotgun she’d found behind the counter inside helped tenfold. She aims it at the wall just behind them and fires, the blast nearly knocking her off her feet, but still, they scatter. CASSIAN rises to his feet with a silent nod of thanks, more than he’s ever offered anyone before, and CRESSIDA nearly laughs. “Say thank you next time.” She fires off one more shot just for good measure, narrowly missing his shoulder before she slips back inside. 

REGAN was one of those who had stood closest to the explosion, a ghost of a girl nearly turned into a ghost within a matter of seconds. She had been thrust back by the force of it all, landing oddly on her left side, passing out just as she felt an unbearable pain in her shoulder and arm. BEATRICE had been standing mere feet behind her, but those feet made all the difference, those who had been in front of her taking the brunt of it all. The minute she opened her eyes again, ears ringing and heart aching, she knew that she had to help them. BEATRICE saw someone stir, the Capulet wraith, the angle of the woman’s arm making her gasp in horror. But she rushed forward nonetheless, an assurance of comfort, a promise of aid on her lips. REGAN was faster, though, a knife in her hand, just as BEATRICE reached her. REGAN was a Capulet. BEATRICE was a Montague. Not even a mere explosion could erase that. 

BIANCA finds herself jumped by some no-name wanna be Capulets, high on what she can only assume is faerie’s blood, willing themselves invincible as they tackle her to the ground, clearly too stupid to know she’s on their side. Her vision goes dark as they pummel her head, but not before she catches sight of an iPhone in the hand of a cruel stranger, filming the entire thing. HORATIO rounds the corner, a witness to the atrocity calling forth an unexpected wrath. He fires off two warning shots into the air and they scatter like rats into the street. He bends at the knees to turn over the victim, BIANCA just as surprised as he is when their eyes meet. “Thank you,” she mutters weakly, grabbing the hand HORATIO offers eagerly. He pulls her to her feet and the two make their way in opposite directions, sharing one last glance before they fade from one another’s view, but the two of them best pray that video never finds its way onto the internet. A Montague saving the life of a Capulet? In times of war? Surely punishable by death. 

Find your loved ones, Verona. Hold them dear and protect them as much as you can.

You’ve survived the battle; now prepare for war.

OVERVIEW: Well, dear Veronesi, it would appear peace shall remain ever elusive within this city! As you can see we’ve lost one of our own tonight as OBERON met his untimely demise at the hands of a Montague, though some might say he had it coming. In his final act of chaos, To Tame A Soup has been completely destroyed, all that remains a pile of ashes where it once stood, and the once great leader of Measure by Measure has been unseated. FORTINBRAS now sits atop his throne, a beautiful red flag donning the Montague name planted just outside its doors. It’s theirs now. Riots rage on throughout the night, pillaging of corner stores and gunshots ring out until well past dawn, only tamped down by the emergence of Police. The Castelvecchio bridge is ruined, a wide crack now splitting it right down the middle. Both entrances have been closed off and the only way across the Adige is by boat. 

Please keep all interactions for this event from between NOVEMBER 1st and NOVEMBER 29th in game, and do not go past such dates! Feel free to write out the interactions within the event, but remember to plot out the aftermath as well! Note the injuries sustained and the time it would take to recuperate, but remember, the city is practically in ruins. And while all emergency services are back up and running, the place your characters call home has been ravaged.

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Well you know what the realm is its thousand days in these stories we agreed to what’s up ladiesand gentlemen welcome back for another game of thrones video now that it’s a new year I’m sure we will be getting someone’s ones areand also the Dragon updates very soon so make sure you’re on the lookout for those in the meantime only go back to grandmother in season eight as you all know the ending to game of thrones essentially split the fandom right down the middle one I want doing this video is basically rewrite the entire final season over year ago before season eight was released I write several different outlinesand plot like so much Aniland just like with the final season some of you did like themand some of you hated them now when you consider what Danand Daveand HBO actually gave us further final season some of those leaksand outlines were actually far superior than what we got so what I went aheadand did was gathered up some of those ideas I think make for a much better season I also sprinkledand some of my own theories of course so feel free to let me know what you think down below so without further ado let’s begin now as you all know the very first episode a game of thrones began a castle black with the introduction of the mice watch as well as the white walkers want to do the exact same thing with the final season I want to begin a castle black if your member season sevenand did what the my King knocking down the wall at least watched by the sea during the white walkers invasion buried on Darianand Foreman giant Spain were able to escape from that attack so the very first episode of my final season will begin what Barrickand Foreman arriving a castle black to inform everyone of what happened at East watch immediately after they were laid the information we will see several men from the mites watch begin to send out ravens to inform everyone about the breakthroughs watched by the sea right as we are watching some of these ravens fly away from castle black we will hear the sound of their horn blows three times signaling that the Army of the debtor there at that moment Barrick on Darian will tell Foreman giant Spain to take a horseand had sulfur winter fell while Barrick stays a castle black with four commander Edand the rest of the remaining members of the mites watch we can still see all the ravens flying with our messages from castle black writers are almost out of frame we see the makings Dragon burn them all before their messages can ever make itself to all the other houses this is one Barrick Schultz not all of the debtor and a castle black we can see that the Army the dead have split up only a few hundred whites are running for castle black while the making is Dragonand the rest of his army are heading south for much bigger targets than the few hundred whites reach castle blackand the battle begins you see one of the many reasons why fans were so disappointed with season eight was because of how the making story ended we waited eight seasons for them to get to the walland then as soon as they did they all died during the first battle a winter fell well that’s not about to happen in my version of the events as you can see the final season opens with an attack from the dead just like the first season opened with her introduction this will set the tone for the entire season winter is here ladiesand gentlemen as well as my Kingand his army of the dead now let’s go to the next scene another thing that was very disappointing about the final season was how brand Starks abilities were underutilized to say the least I mean let’s be honest brand barely did anything at all well that’s not to happen in my version of the events either this scene begins with brand Starks sitting in the gods would next to the where witchery we see brand’s eyes go from white back to normal he looks over at the May Stern says how long was I going the minister says I’m not sure may be a few hours brain says he is not seen anything this time he may have been thrown out of a vision similar to how he was thrown out of the ravens when Mikey noticed he was washing him brain also says something must have gone wrong Brandon signals to the May Stern to help them back to the courtyard brain says they are here now we get a big arrival scene with John Snowand an air start Darian only in my version this seems not to go on foreverand ever John to nurse Jura teary in various Breanne downand some soldiers arrive inside the main courtyard of water fell your more Mont immediately notices sansand some of the other Northerners are looking at the NARA suspiciously they already let us know how they felt about Danny last season tearyand Lester looks aroundand notices they are already reinforcing the walls of winter fell we then see Johnand sans embrace each other first she wants to know how they were able to get Circe to agree to set her armies North which tearyand then shows a and bows his head sans looks a bit surprised as if she doesn’t believe it then we see John embrace brand is a very similar reunion as to the one we got in the show John looks very concerned by brands like of emotion sans essays brain situation is hard to explain but he has visions now John looks like he wants to say something but that he notices Oreoand I have to be honest the reunion Johnand Lori had during season eight was a bit underwhelming for me which was very disappointing because it was the one I was looking forward to the most out of all the stork children I believe they have the closest relationship at least in the books they are both constantly thinking about each otherand I was hoping that would come across when they finally reunited again for whatever reason it just wasn’t as emotional as I was hoping so I’ll try to fix that in my version of the final season now we know that John did ask her about needle the store that he had given her before you left but this time I would have aria mention something about just how much the sword has meant to her as you all know aria was willing to kill other characters over that sort it is also safe for life on many occasions not to mention one aria was training at the house of blackand white she had to get rid of all her personal belongings to help enable her to strip away from her former identity however needle was the one thing she can never let go of aria can never fully become no one because she cannot allow herself to get rid of the swordand most importantly forget about her familyand life as a stark needle was not only a gift from John but also represented who she wasand where she was from so when we see John Askari about needle I want her to express this to John in some way afterwords we can have sans the engineers meet for the first time been saw as a can tell Danny winter fell is yours your grace we can also see Sam Gilley in the baby standing across the courtyard ghost is sitting right next to them after sansand Danny meet John’s glass on software’s little finger if you remember John nearly killed little fingerand the Crips right before he left one of fell Renaissanceand begins to tell him aria cuts her offand says I executed him John is shocked by that information he knew little finger was a shady character but he never could have imagined aria would be the executioner John now knows Ari is no longer the same little sister he grew up with but before John can even let all the new information sinkand he’s then greeted by Samand ghost John’s been downand scratch goes right behind the ears while Sam begins to ask John about the Dragon glass from Dragon stone John will thank him for sending the information about where the Dragon glass could be located these can ensure all of them that there is more than enough Dragon glass storm everyone in the North we then see Terryand walked over to sansand asked her how she was able to escape from King’s Landing during Joffrey’s death she says little finger was behind it little finger has been behind almost everything he helped her escape from King’s Landing but he was also the one who helped barter Joffrey as well as the wrong Liza John Erinand many many others John wonders how to sansand all of this the little finger admitted before his execution sans as you look over the brandand say I told you he has visions John will look over the brand with a very surprised look on his face brand of course is sitting there emotionless John says it’s time for all of us together inside the main hall we need to prepare for the wars to come inside the main hall John can see the look on everyone’s face is that Harris takes her seat at the main table the very first thing he does is remind everyone the king in the North has bent the kneeand is now serving the NARA start Darian Jan Roy stands upand says why haven’t you learned from the mistakes of your uncle Brendan Starkand your grandfather the target Aryans cannot be trusted John angrily shuts back at him the nurses came here to save us not only has she given us as much Dragon glasses we could possibly need but she has also brought her own armies as well as her dragons John also says she has already help me fight the dead despite how dangerous that was she even sacrifice one of her dragons to do so what if you sacrifice more voice more Glover rises to his feetand says I have not seen any of this for myself brain Stark says I have seen it they are telling the truth to nurse finally standsand says I’m not here to slaughter the North I will help you to be the makingand then we will go down southand defeat Circe Lena start together we on a more Mont says how was it that you were able to get Circe to agree to send her meant to help you knowing she’s gonna need those men later to defeat you aria start follows this up with we cannot trust Circe Lena Mr she lied to save herself she is not to be sending any of her meant to help us dear Elaine Esther has a concerned look on his face we then see Sam what was the brand he says when you tell John the truth he needs to know brand will say not right now the tension in the room is already high John Snow will then walk to the center of the roomand say I will not force anyone to stay hereand fight the dead but if you do stayand we somehow survive we will go to war or for the NARA star Garyand because it’s obvious she is here to go to war for us so whoever is staying here to fight need to have all their men get the winter fell all of the northern lordsand ladies begin to discuss their options some of them still seem to be undecided about what to do this is one brain Stark says we do not have time to argue the dead do not argue in fact the day do not speak they follow one king than I King I knew many of you may not believe me but I have seen them I first metand I Kingand a vision than he found me in the far north he has left his mark on me what your brain shows the entire room the Vikings mark on his arm brand then looks at the NARA’sand says he has also left his mark on your Dragonand now your Dragon fights for him this silences the entire room the nearest appears as if she is about to cry brand ends the discussion by saying that I King is Army are now south of the walland they are heading this way join us in this fight otherwise everyone you knowand love will die now we get on the King’s Landingand am also to start the scene off by having Khyberand revealed Circe that the Wallace Wallinand the debtor moving south Circe will have the same reaction as she did during season eight McKay barn is also going to inform or something else he will say what he has been working on his near completionand that Circe should come see it for herself they will walk to the great Hall until they reach one of the back rooms once inside they will go down a ladder to a seller that’s in complete darkness except for a faint glow of green that can be seen for nearly 100 yards we can see that there are hundreds if not thousands of pots a wildfire stored right underneath the throne room Khyberand then says there’s more stashed all over the city he implies that he has been working nonstop on producing a unlimited supply of wildfire since the explosion of the septa Baylor was so successful as Circeand Khyberand begin to leave the seller we go outside where we see your aunt’s fleet arriving in the Blackwater bag there are hundreds of ships filled with Golden company soldiers we can see that some of them are already unloading the cargo there are hundreds of warhorses as well as dozens of elephants fitted with body armor this is the Golden company we should’ve seen during the final season Harry Strickland in your own great joy begin have a conversation Harry Strickland wants to know does the NARA star Garyand actually have full grown dragons resort about them yet he has never seen them for himself your own assures them to nurse does indeed have dragons but they have something to defeat them as they walked to the back of the silence you’re on uncovers one of the largest blisters we have ever seen in the next scene Jamie Lancaster meets with Braun at undisclosed location before he left King’s Landing Jamie sent word to Braun to meet him somewhere along the road to the north he tells Braun is leaving King’s Landingand Circe for good he intends on keeping his word to John Snowand in our star Garyand and if Braun wants to survive the winterand get what is owed to him he would be advised to join forces with them as well Braun does not appear to be happy but he does agree to follow Jamie back in the North John Snow is down below in the Crips of water fell similar to the scene in season eight deniers walks down there to be with John when she stands beside him she will ask how many family members has he lost during the recent wars John will talk about Ned Catlin Robin Rick on he tells her about how Rick on died right in front of him during the battle for winter fell he will tell her about how Rob was betrayed by some of his own men John says unfortunately his mistakes led to his own death this may or may not be foreshadowing John says Rob was at the Marriott woman but he chose anotherand it cost him his life to nurse then walks from that statue over to Leonidas she says she hasn’t noticed any other statues of a woman down here she must have been loved by many John says she was my own liana which is interesting because we all need to nurse is actually John’s on John looks at Dannyand says she was adopted by your brother Ray Gardner Gary the NARA says she has heard the story many times she says she never understood why regular would do such a thing because everyone always told her about how regular was a good manand loved by many of ducting a woman does not sound like something he would do John looks kinda sadand he says it really doesn’t matter now they’re both deadand there’s nothing we can do to change that then as we see Johnand the nurse walking back out of the Crips they notice some commotion happening at the main gate John can see the storm in giant Spain who nearly collapses as he gets off his horse the horse appears to be ready to collapse as well it’s obvious they had been riding nonstop for the nightand day dormant giant Spain is very distressed he tells John about what happened at least once by the seaand Castle black he confirms that I King does have the Dragonand he will be heading their way winter fell was now on high alert. 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