#RO: short story

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Okay look,, this was a lot longer than I planned it to be,, it was supposed to be half the length it is now, but oh well 💪😔

Anyway, I said I would post it today so here it is, the first of (possibly) many short stories. 💥💥

Santi's apprenticeship short story (under the cut)

There's nothing wrong with being a little early. Making a good impression on their mentor is more important than any discomfort from the blazing sun and honking cars. June Ko was someone Santi had been following for years, this is a dream come true. Her art style was something they always admired. The tattoos she creates move flawlessly with every curve and ridge of the body. They're bold, sharp, and elegant in a way Santi can only hope to recreate one day. The only reason they're not as nervous as they probably should be is, well, they've met her before. Evidence of their meeting is permanently etched on their body. They instinctively trace the dancing swirl of black and grey smoke that wraps around their body from shoulder blade to forearm. It weaves around a wilting bouquet of butterfly jasmine on their bicep. It cost them a pretty penny, but they don't regret a single cent.

This meeting was their first step into finally doing what they've been wanting to do for years. Even during their college years, art was the only thing on their mind. Now, after too long, they can finally prove that their fine arts minor wasn't pointless.

Santi checks their watch, sleek with brown leather and black accents. It was a graduation gift from their grandfather and about the same price as one month's rent. Santi pulled at the earrings on their left earlobe. Guilt prickles down their shoulders as they picture his disappointment, ceaseless in its haunting. He expected more, but what else was there to give?

A shout breaks their train of thought, whipping their head around at the sound of a slamming car door.

“Is that you, Vega? You're way early, dude.”

Oh, shit. Was that not right? Santi blanked for a second, thinking up a response as June leisurely made her way over. Strike one. They didn't think 10:45 was that early.

“Nothin’ better to do. Just thought I'd get a head start,” they finally respond after what feels like an eternity of June twirling her keys on her finger. They check their watch again as their new mentor unlocks the door. It's only been a minute. This day is far from over.

A bell jingles on their way in, and the first thing June does is flip on the lights. They flicker before settling into a bright, sterile white, illuminating the concrete floor and exposed brick walls. The shop is sectioned off with half-walls just past the front desk. Checkered tiles cause Santi’s boots to echo in the open space and they stand for a moment, taking it all in. They’ve been to a handful of different tattoo shops. It never gets old to see frames upon frames of art and knick-knacks stacked over the walls. The old-fashioned feel of Velvet Ink has got to be one of their favorites.

“Did you bring your portfolio? Tell me what you've been up to since we last talked.” June doesn't waste any time weaving through the lounge, grabbing a single folding chair leaning on the side of the wall beside the red leather couch. She doesn't need to look back to see if Santi is following, they trail after her like a lost puppy.

“I got it right here-” they lift their shoulder bag in emphasis, “I've been practicing on fake skin since we spoke, I have a few I wanted to show you, but they're nothing huge.”

“Wow, you're on that shit, huh? Sounds about right, knowing you.” June chuckles as she sifts through her desk. She swipes a few things into a drawer, making space for Santi's portfolio.

“Okay, hand it over. Let's see what you've added.”

“It's not that much-”

“I didn't ask how much it was, kid, I asked you to hand it over,” she retorts, tapping the table. Santi sits down in the folding chair June dragged over and begins to sift through their bag. They feel a twinge of annoyance, smothered by embarrassment. They haven't been called kid in a long time, but seeing the peppering of grey in her long black hair makes them feel a little less patronized.

Instead of responding, Santi dropped the binder on June's desk. They dug around for a few of the fake skin sheets. When they pulled it out, June took it, her thumb tracing a circle to feel the texture. She huffed in amusement but didn’t comment. It's not like they bought the expensive stuff, just a cheap machine kit, black ink, and a few sheets of fake skin. They learned only to buy the nice stuff once they could actually draw a line without ripping through the material. Having a heavy hand while sketching never bothered them, but it's a nightmare when tattooing.

“Looks good for a first attempt,” she said, breaking the silence of the empty shop. June traced a finger down some of the darker portions. She admires the piece depicting an animal skull, a bear, being carefully cracked down the middle by human fingers on either side.

“You need to be lighter in some places, but your art is beautiful. You have a real understanding of technique, but it won't transfer to the body the way you're thinking it will.”

That's high praise coming from someone as skilled as June, Santi gives her a weak smile as they tug their tongue piercing with their teeth. They spend another half an hour discussing their art with June and getting a very short lesson on how to use the transfer paper printers in the shop.

The bell rings in the front as two people walk in, nudging each other and laughing up a storm. Santi sits up straighter to get a better look. It then clicks that they both work here, their profiles are on Velvet Ink's website. The both of them have unique styles from what they can remember.

The taller one with short, choppy blonde bangs, known as Sawyer, has a neo-traditional style. They use a lot of bright colors and bold lines, their style is something Santi has never considered having a tattoo of, but they couldn't help but attempt a few neo-traditional artworks after they spent almost an hour scrolling through their social media.

The other artist dabbles in many styles, but they're popular for their watercolor tattoos. Santi thinks idly that her multicolored pastel hair makes her look exactly as her art does. What was her name again? It was a flower, that's for sure. Lily, maybe? They can't remember.

June greets the both of them as they walk in, and they cheer her name in sync.

“June! Is that your new apprentice?” Sawyer asks, B-lining it over to them.

“Yeah, Sawyer, Iris, meet Santi-” June gets quickly interrupted by who they now know as Iris.

“Woah! That’s sick, can I see that?” She leans over the half-wall, pointing to the many sheets of artwork on June’s desk.

“You alright with that, kid?”

“Yeah, go for it, some of them are kind of old though,” Santi gathers a few of their favorite pieces in their clammy hands and passes them over to Iris, they can only hope she didn’t notice them shaking. Sawyer peaks their head over her shoulder to make their own assessment at the same time, reaching over and pointing out a few details. Santi can’t see them from where they sit, so they wait (im)patiently for them to finish their appraisals.

“Huh, you took classes, didn’t you?” Sawyer has their eyebrows raised, seemingly impressed by what they see.

“I got a minor in fine art, yeah.”

“I can tell, this is some good stuff, let me know if you need a canvas-” their striking green gaze pans to the torn-up fake skin, “actually, on second thought, I’ll wait a bit longer on that.”

“Ah, I’ve got a heavy hand,” Santi responds, sheepishly tugging on their septum piercing with a wide grin.

“That's fine! You’ll just need tougher clients,” Iris jokes with a wink.

“Don’t give them any ideas, Iris. It’s their first day,” June cuts in, fondly exasperated with her coworkers.

“Just because they’re new, doesn’t mean they get any special treatment. Isn’t that right, Sawyer?” For a moment, Sawyer stares off into the distance as Iris pats their forearm with a cheeky grin. They grow quiet when June doesn’t respond right away. She looks at the practice design from earlier, something soft smooths the crow’s feet around her eyes. There’s a flutter in Santi’s stomach, making a home right below their ribcage as June traces the lines for a second time.

“You’ll get used to it, Santi. I have no doubt you’ll fit right in,” June says, and Santi can’t help but agree.

[tosahobi-if]

a certain future - jinwol

Is that it? He wants to ask. Is that all there is? But an answer is an invocation of truth. And Jinwol knows all too well that to place a name upon the stirring in his chest invites the thing he cannot have to cross the threshold.

itch.io

the wonderful @no-perceivey generously chose to share the prize for the if charity raffle held by @northern-passage a few months back to the public. thank you so much again for participating, and i wanted to say it was really a honor to write for you!

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Personal Stories

Let's keep it going.

Last month I picked up some personal stories for Patreon and I actually had a lot of fun with that. I think it was nice to stretch some of the creative muscles. So, I want to keep that going. If you sign up for the Baron tier, you will get one personalized story between your MC and RO. If you sign up for the Gatekeeper story, you will either get two personalized stories, or, one extra long story (your choice) with your MC.

Upon signing up, please send me details about your MC and any story ideas you have, on Patreon.

Look forward to hearing from you all!

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[milo-igidk]

parts i liked from the short storieeees aaaaa

-Keefe's

get him therapyyyyyy

hes so down bad jfc

THEYRE SO SIBLINGGGGSS AAAAAA THEYRE SO SILLY i love them

-Fitz's

AWAWAWFSGSHDUDJD CUTEEEEEEEEEE

i love him and biana smmmm

-Tam's

:(((((

also i love rayni sm

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August's Short Story: The Scales of Avarice

Wordcount: 1,798

A continuation of The Price of Integrity, offering a glimpse into Edward’s rise from the shadows of London’s marketplace to a more formidable player in the world of commerce with a moment of unexpected charity.

To sign up for the Courtly Charmer tier and access the story, please do so here!

[attollogame]

RO POV

Inc: DW, Imogen, Vergessbar, mention of MC Warnings: None! Summary: A peculiar revelation occurs about who is getting in and out of Attollo.

READ HERE

(Excerpt below)

“Weren’t you the one who sent Vergessbar out recently? I’d think you know more about this than me.”

He immediately stills at Imogen’s comment, his hand hovering somewhere between one paper and the next. Slowly, he looks towards where she sits and leans back in his seat.

Imogen takes note of this change in his demeanour and straightens herself up further. “You did, right? That’s what I heard. Or, heard of, from the grapevine. It isn’t like Vergessbar and I chat daily anyway.”

“The last I spoke with Vergessbar was well over a year ago, so unless I’ve been doing tasks without any awareness, I believe there may be misinformation going around.” Another pen click. “Or, we have a curious situation on hand.”

[ode-to-fury]

Red Country was defintely my least favourite of the standalones so far but seeing Cosca have a meltdown might just have made up for the first 60% of the book

[florencetypemaniacs]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARCEL!~Short Story

MARCELLUS'S BACKSTORY SPOILERS BELOW!!!

The sun glistened on the Sarno River, where ships floated aimlessly while others were anchored at port. People were all about enjoying the sunny morning, not even minding sailors ordering their men to get the nets drawn so they could get to work selling their fresh scores of fish down at the market.

 Further north, crisp hills rolled from a large mountain to the crowded city to the west. The streets were bustling as people shopped, visited relatives, and even children drew on the walls of a big arch with speckles of paint that their guardians let them buy when the merchants came into town only a few days ago.

Although people were walking down one street in the center of the city, heads turned as shouts bounced off the stone walls covered in floral motifs.

"Thief!" 

"Stop him, you fools!"

A man, or more accurately, a teen dressed in a cloak, ran down the busy street, bumping into people as he ran from city guards.

"Sorry!" The teen said this as he jumped through a fountain, splashing water on an older woman who was resting.

“Es stercus!” A man yelled, helping the woman up.

"I said sorry!" The teen yelled over his shoulder; his feet burned from the hot cobblestone marked by the sun.

Need to lose the old dogs.

Looking to his right, he smiled like a lemer and ran towards the narrow alleyway, knowing full well that the guards would not be able to follow him with the bulk of armor they torture themselves with.

  Marcel held his breath as the guards ran past the alleyway, not noticing the hunched figure of the sixteen-year-old boy.

  Letting out a chuckle, he held the bag full of his precious cargo closer to his body, making sure none of it was smashed.

  Looking up at the sun, he knew he should be getting back and quickly climbed the wall of the building next to him with the help of a few boxes and overgrown vines.

  Balancing on the roof, he leapt from house to house, gracefully and practically dancing in the warm sun.

  It only took a few minutes, and knowing the city like the back of his hand made it easier to navigate even while he was on rooftops.

  Finally arriving at his destination, he easily jumped on a balcony and swung to a tree branch hanging by until his feet hit the ground.

  "At last....home." Marcel said, looking at the old torn-down villa built with tan bricks and red pine wooden decorations that hung in the front to ward off evil spirits.

  The closer he got, the more he could hear the sounds of laughter and crying from children. Through short, wide windows, if he narrowed his eyes and focused, he could see heads of hair run past.

 Marcel let out a smirk and opened the front door.

 "Mars!" A small girl squealed and threw herself into his arms, which spined her around.

"Oh, Cassia! It's been forever since I saw you!"

  "You saw me this morning, Mars!" Cassia giggled and hung onto the taller boy.

Marcel grinned. "Did I? Well, you've grown since then!"

  Cassia blushed and stood on her tiptoes. "You really think so?"

  "Well, of course."

  "Is that Marcellus?! Oh, I have a word to pick with you."

  From down the hallway a young woman appeared with black hair all the way down to the floor in a braid and the most stunning blue eyes that seemed to distract people from her dark bags that were under them.

  "Decima! It's good to see you."

"I don't want to hear it, Marcellus." Decima spoke with narrowed eyes, then turned to Cassia.

  "Little Shurb, how about you go play outside with the twins?"

  Cassia wrinkled her small button nose. "But they always want to play Terni lapilli."

  Decima frowned. "What's wrong with Terni lapilli?"

  Cassia crossed her arms. "Nothing; they just always lose the marbles, and it takes us till sundown to find them." She pouted. 

  Marcel got down on his knees and booped her nose. "How about this? You play with your brothers, and I'll get you new marbles tomorrow."

  Cassia's eyes widened. "Shiny ones?" 

Marcel nodded, the small girl's smile being infectious. "They will be as shiny as Sol's chariot."

  Cassia nodded her little head. "Deal!" The small girl ran out of the arched, cracked doorway.

Decima sighed as she rubbed at a stain on her lavender stola.

"Marcellus, what have you done this time?"

Marcel lips pressed together, knowing full well a lecture was coming.

"Please, on Astraeus's stars, do not start pestering me, Decima. 

   "Oh, shall I not, Marcellus? If the sweat on your forehead and the dirt on your feet are any indication, you have been participating in Mercury's sinful tricks." 

   "Don't pretend that his sinful tricks do not keep us from drowning." 

Decima glared. "They may keep our heads above the tide, but for how much longer? Once the guards catch you, that's it!" She slammed her hand down on the table, and Marcel was surprised her copper wedding band on her finger didn't crack. 

  Marcel's brows furrowed. "Don't you see I am doing what I must? With Octavian gone—" Decima's eyes closed as if in pain at the mention of the name. "—we are all at risk even with our union. If we don't manage to keep up with our debt, then our ruse would have been for nothing, not to mention what Rufus would do." 

  Decima looked away, and Marcel took the older girl by the shoulders, making her look him in the eye. "You are my truest friend... I am doing what is right for all of us. For the children. For you as well." 

  Marcel and Decima stared into each other's eyes for what felt like minutes. They knew everything about the other—what stalked their dreams, what pushed them to keep going—but they never judged, for they completely trusted the other.

  Decima nodded at her friend. "May Juno be with you." 

  Marcel smiled, a little bitterly. "No gods are with me."

  Before Decima could utter a sound, Marcel walked down the hall. "Cerdis is in the children's room, I'm guessing."

  Decima called back, wiping her hands on the front of her stola. "Yes, you know he has been waiting for you." 

Happiness surged through him, suppressing the fear that was slowly creeping into his mind.

Marcel smiled and opened the door to the largest room in the very small, cracked domus where they lay their heads each night.

Candles lit the room where no windows let their light in. Two dark wooden cribs were in the corner, while there was a small bed on the other side of the room, which kept two growing children resting their heads, although there was barely any room for one child, much less two.

  Although right then there was only one child, whose hair was raven and nappy, even under the covers, anyone could see the boy was small—too small. Most considered the boy to be cursed by Asclepius and wanted him put out of his misery, although Marcel knew better.

Marcel sat on the bed, making sure not to startle the sleeping figure.

  Gently, Marcel uncovered the face of the small boy to reveal sunken eyes and paste-like skin that seemed to be coated with sweat; however, there was a small smile that played on the sleeping boy's lips.

  The older boy spoke softly. "Cerdis, it is time to wake; Sol's chariot has already passed."

  Eyes slowly opened, blinking before the little boy grinned from ear to ear; his brightness could put a smile on anyone's face.

  "Mars!" A raspy voice came from Cerdis as he sat up, wrapping his small arms around the older boy.

  Marcel softly kissed the boy on the top of the head. "Ah! Finally, you wake from your slumber." He held the raven-haired boy close. "Are you feeling blessed this morning by the gods?"

Cerdis nodded his head, looking confident. "Yes, because it is my day of birth!"

 Marcel smiled. "Yes, it's not everyday that someone survives five winters."

  Cerdis frowned. "I am still not as tall as Cassia."

  The older boy laughed. "No, but maybe with the help of Juno, you will catch up." He said it, hoping that the bitterness would be kept out of his tone.

Cerdis gave him a toothy grin. "You really think so? I won't only be older than her, but taller as well!"

Ah yes, Cassia does hold her height over Cerdis very often, although it is probably due to the fact that Cerdis was the only one who questioned her when picking games. Hmm. I wonder what Cassia will do when Cerdis comes into manhood. I'm sure Cassia will find something else to hang over the poor boy's head.

Marcel patted Cerdis's head. "Well...I have you a present."

  Cerdis shook with excitement and, with almost lightning speed, reached for Marcel's satchel but with speed was snatched back. "Now, now, Cerdis, I have a few other things in here."

  Cerdis crinkled his nose, although the comment didn't make his smile waver. "I cannot wait any longer! Please Mars! What have you brought me?"

  Without a second thought, Marcel opened the bag, minding the trinkets that were valuable, however small enough that their owners would not even notice they were gone until it was too late.

  Cerdis's eyes widened as Marcel pulled something oval-shaped and quite small into his palm and wrapped it in cloth.

The raven-haired boy smelled the sweet aroma, and his mouth watered. "Is that-?" 

  Marcel uncovered the item to reveal the room-temperature sweet bun, smashed a little on one side, which made the honey sweetness drip over until the cloth was covered with the sticky substance.

"It was no trouble." Marcel once again kissed Cerdis head.

  "A maritozzi!" Cerbis, not minding the stick, grabbed the sweet treat with full hands and took a bite. Marcel tried not to cringe at the mess on the boy's face.

  But it was quite easy, with the happiness shining through. "Mmm." 

 "I see you are quite enjoying my present."

Cerdis showed his dimples through his smile, licking his fingers. "Thank you, Mars!"

Marcel smiled in a moment of weakness, asking the gods to bless his little brother with many more winters.

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Love at first sight????? who???? also I fucking love the plot, I wanna sleep with your tumblr in my phone.

I already answered it here. But short answer is E and R(optional).

Also thank you so much!! You wouldn't believe how much an uplifting message like this means to writers. It truly boosts our spirits and ignites our motivation to keep writing. It's incredibly gratifying and inspiring.

[dasakuryo]

What are your thoughts on Andor? Does this Cassian feel consistent with Rogue one to you?

For the sake of brevity, I am going to sum up my feelings about Cassian characterization in And0r with the following: whenever I am watching And0r, I keep wondering who that Cassian-shaped Glup Shitto is, because it surely isn't Cassian Jeron And*r.

(and I am redacting the show's name/character name so this doesn't show up on searches and tags, btw. Don't want anyone who doesn't have any problems with it to come across my rant).

Now that I've made the above clarification, I am honestly mad as hell at what And0r has done to Cassian's characterization. And I don't know what's worse, if people ignoring that Cassian's characterization was butchered in the show, or people twisting whatever backstory crumbs we got in RO and trying to shoehorn them into whatever they did in And0r... it doesn't fit. It doesn't wrap up or complement Cassian's story coherently, it just doesn't.

Another thing that pisses me off to no end about the show is the fact Cassian is basically an afterthought in a show that is supposed to be about HIM. The event that transpire in And0r should be at the service of telling Cassian's story, not the Rebellion's, but instead we got a show in which the titular character is barely the focus.

There are many things that And0r does well and I love the inclusion of those elements (social criticism, political themes, and their connection to RL issues), I won't go into detail about this because many have done so before and they've highlighted how important is that the show puts forward these messages and conversations.

I wish the show had done Cassian justice, instead of using him as an excuse to tell the story of the Rebellion. There are other elements that bug me about the show, chiefly the notion and recurrent theme that Cassian has to be taught to care and how to rebel by a bunch of characters played by gringues/yanquis (which, when analysed in terms of allegories and rl issues doesn't leave a good taste in my mouth, to say the least), particularly when RO established him as a rebel leader and as someone who didn't sit idly by. Like... what happened to SUDDENLY THE REBELLION IS REAL FOR YOU? SOME OF US LIVE IT. I'VE BEEN IN THIS FIGHT SINCE I WAS SIX YEARS OLD. YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO LOST EVERYTHING, SOME OF US JUST DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT (capitals for emphasis).

Apologies for the rambling thoughts, anon. There's a myriad of other things that I don't personally like about And0r when it comes to Cassian's characterization, but all of this kind of sums it all up, I guess. If I feel up to it I may go into more detail tho.

[twilled-auryn]

I really hope the short story for stellarlune (if we get one) is about Ro and whatever situation she's gotten into. Imagine it's her getting captured or something.. Boom double cliffhanger

[brokenhardies]

b4 i go to bed i need to say this

honestly i love where brennan ended up going with snow white but on the other hand? vampire snow white ala snow glass apples bc that story fucked me UP

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Snippet Update 1

Hello, so as promised I made a snippet for you guys and the trope is MC proposing to their RO's.

For the first pick we have Dustin Wither, a.k.a "The Roaring Lion".

But in truth I don't really know what to write yet in the prologue and I'm still looking for inspiration. So instead I wrote this, so enjoy and tell me what you guys think. Oh yah! stay tuned for the other Asset's Snippets.

Dustin Wither, a.k.a "The Roaring Lion"

Dustin Wither Snippet

MC's POV

Breathing in and out, your heart is hammering in your chest, your right hand on the door knob and shaking nervously. It's metal smooth in your hand, while your left hands is in your pocket, gripping tightly a small rectangular shaped box, worried that it might be empty.

You fished it out of your pocket and let go of the door knob and delicately pushed the lid upwards. "Phew!" you murmur, sighing in relief. Inside the box is a ring, with a small shining diamond atop it and shaped into a square. Closing the box and putting it back inside of your pocket, you looked at your clothes and straighten them, next you comb your hair with your hand. Satisfied, your raised your left hand and started knocking the door with your knuckle, you heard a voice speak from the other side. "Who is it?" the voice shouts in a deep tone.

"It's me, Dustin" you say, voice shaking. "One moment." Dustin replies, shouting through the wooden door. Your heart begin to pump even faster, your legs are shaking, the air around you becoming harder to breath.

"I can do this, I CAN DO THIS!" you shout in your head, trying to calm and steady your nerves. the pressure and tension building in the air around you. "I CAN'T DO THIS, I CAN'T TO THIS!" you shout in your mind, panicking and hands becoming sweaty.

Legs beginning to move, but before you can turn around and run, the door opened with Dustin holding it open and leaning on the door, arms crossed. "Bussiness or pleasure?" he ask coolly, his eybrows wiggling playfully.

Watching him wiggling their eyebrows, you couldn't stop yourself and begin to laugh at them. All the worry and fears leaving your body, you looked at them. They are wearing their civilian clothes, like what you see royal guards wearing, their clothe the color of yellow and wearing pants in white.

Dustin, watching your eyes, checking out their body. "See what you like? he asked playfully, his hands gesturing his body. In response you looked them and said to him.

"Very much, but I feel something is amiss." you say casually and putting your hand in your chin. Dustin playing along, inspect their clothes and said; "And that will be?" he asked nonchantly, looking you in the eyes and eyebrow raised.

Walking closer to him, feeling the heat of your bodies colliding with each other and smelling his perfume, you put your hands in his chest and smirk at him.

Dustin is now raising both of him eyebrows, you can feel his heartbeat going fast and one side of their mouth raised upwards. "Well?" he ask calmly, resisting the urge to pinned you to the wall.

"The problem my dear Dustin, is that your clothes is blocking the best aspect of your physique." you say while gliding your hand in his chest. Dustin grabbing your hand and putting them atop his lips and kissed them, feeling his smooth lips touched your skin.

"Well that problem can be fixed shortly." he says suggestingly, his fingers rubbing the knuckles of your hand. "That can wait Dustin, but I'm here to tell you something improtant" you say serious, worried that you might get sidetracked.

Dustin holding your hand in assurance and saying to you;

"Well come in, let's talk inside." he says, pulling you and guiding you towards to him.

Dustin's POV

Feeling the shaking of nerves in MC's hand, you squeeze their hand, assuring them that your here for them. MC looked at you and smiled, you smiled back at them and feel their hand relaxed.

The things that you will do, just to see them smile like that. Letting go of their hand and feeling the emptiness of their hand used to be, you gesture for them to seat.

"Is something wrong MC?" you ask them worriedly, hoping that is not a life or death situation. MC looked at you with fear in their eyes and started to clenched their hands tightly.

Seeing this you quickly crouched down and took hold of their hand worried that they might hurt themselves. "It's alright, I'm here for you." you say in a gentle tone.

MC squeezed your hand, they looked at you and said; "Thank you." they say genuinely and smiling. Smiling back at them, you let go of their hand and give them some space. MC looked at you and said; "Please sit down, this news might be heavy to bear." they say to you and standing up from their seat.

Complying with their request you sit down, MC closed their eyes and breathe in the air around them and exhaling them out.

Feeling the tension is thick, you seated in your chair anxiously, worried about the news MC about to deliver to you.

"Dustin, I know you for a long time and I wanted to say that I didn't regret spending my time with you, I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you." they say through rasped breath and getting on one knee.

Seeing this, your greatest fear comes to life. Both of you spoke at the same time and said;

"Your dying!" you shout with tears rolling down your cheeks, standing up from your chair and knocking it over. "Will you marry me Dustin?" MC says on one knee and fishing out a small box from their pocket.

"What!" both of you shout in surprise and looking at each other flabbergasted. MC is the first one to spoke up; "Dustin, I'm not dying, although you can say that every time I thought about this, the anticipation is killing me, so in way you can say that I'm dying, I think? MC rambles, their head tiled side wards and looking at the ceiling.

The voice of MC is fading in the background and the air around you is becoming thick. "Will you marry me?" the question of MC repeats in your head over and over again. Feeling your knees about to give up on you, you sitted down on the ground.

MC's POV

Seeing Dustin sit down and their hand on their head had you worried, so you rise up and went to them, sitting down beside them. "Hey, you alright?" you ask them gently. Dustin looked at you and started to cry even more; "I thought you were dying MC, I thought you're gonna leave me!" Dustin say through the tears, sobbing with each word he said.

Seeing them like this made your heart shatter, you raised your hand and wipe their tears of your eyes.

Looking at them, what you see is not the Roaring Lion you know in the battlefield, but crying before you is a vulnerable person, who has lost someone important to them.

"Looks like someone needs a hug." you say comfortingly and opening your arms wide, inviting him to hug you. Without hesitation, Dustin closed the distance between you and hugging you tight afraid that you might leave him behind, tears still flowing down their cheeks and sobbing uncontrollably in your neck.

"Shhhhh, there there." you say comfortingly and rubbing his back in a circular motion with your hand. Feeling his sobs subsiding and his tears stop flowing from his eyes, you stop and let go of him.

Dustin's POV

MC's soothing voice calming you and assuring you that their life is not in danger, you let go of them and looking them in the eyes.

"Yes, my answer is YES!" you shout resolutely. MC looked at you with joy in their eyes, happy you accepted their proposal. But you quickly rebutted; "On one condition!" you say sternly, finger raised. MC looked at you surprised and said; "What is it? I will do it for you!" they say desperately, wanting to seal your marriage forever.

Smiling, you looked at them and feeling the power going through you head, you said to them; "I will be the one doing the carrying in the day of our marriage!" you say with finality.

MC's POV

Looking at Dustin shocked, for their request is so ridicolous even for you. Laughing like a maniac, Dustin looked at you worriedly and then you hear them joining you, both of your laughter echoing on the walls of the room. Sobering up and wiping the tear of your eyes, you looked at him and said; "Ain't that supposed to be my job, because I'm the who did the proposal?" you say to him, chuckling.

Dustin put his hand in his chest and said; "Well as head of the Knight Division, I hereby relinquish that task from you!" he says, victoriously.

Hearing him say this, made you hold your stomach with your hands, due to the the laughter that is about to burst out from you. "I think your abusing your power Dustin, haha!" you say laughing again and body rocking like a banana.

Dustin standing up and giving you his hand, you put yours atop his and feeling his callous hands. Dustin pulled you up with no effort, thanks to their knight training.

Pulling you closed to him and pulling his hands on your waist, this closed you can feel his warm breath and see his eyes sparking with mischief. Dustin leaned closed to your ear, feeling his beard scraping your skin. "Closed your eyes." he says softly in your ears.

Closing your eyes you can feel Dustin's hands explroing your body and licking your neck, you bite your lip in anticicpation until the passionate moment is broken.

Dustin scoop your legs and putting your back in his arms, carrying you in bridal style. "Oh come on!" you shout in frustration, Dustin denying your hunger for him. Dustin looked down and laugh at you; "Now, now my fi..an…ce!" he says with every syllable of the word he shakes his head. "We must prepare for our wedding" he say at you.

Dustin's POV

You see MC pout their lips together and their arms crossed in your shoulders, like a child denying it's treat. "No fair" MC says pouting and dragging themselves down.

But this is no hassle for you, as your knight training is much harsher than MC's tantrums. "Nothing is fair in war, love" you coo at them, like a mother playing with it's baby.

MC still angry at you for toying with their desire, looking away from you and they asked you a question in a harsh tone; "Well, what now O, Leader of the Knight Division" they inquire in a hard tone.

Looking at them and saying to them; "Well love, were going to the market, to buy the things we need for our wedding." you say nonchantly, thinking what will you and MC buy in the market.

MC tilting their head to look at you and says to you; "Well, bring me down Dustin and let's go!" they say fuming and flailing in your arms.

Not letting go of them and holding them in a firm but gentle hold and you say to them; "No can do MC, I want everyone to know were engaged, so I will be carrying you to the market like this, besides it will be good excercise for me." you say in a firm tone, fighting for your hold in MC's body.

"Bring me DOWN, Dustin!" MC shouts angrily, ashamed what will the people think. You shaked your head and say to MC; "Nope, so hold on real tight" you say mischiefly.

Running towards your door, you can feel MC's nails digging to your flesh and gripping you tightly. "DUSTINNNNN" they shout terrified, their voice echoing in the wind. But you didn't mind them and put your hand on the knob and turning it around and using your feet to flung it open. Running in the castle hallways and MC screaming like a mad person in your arms.

[night-market-if]

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[apollo-gate]

So I wrote this

Hello, Hope everyone's doing well. Please excuse the Errors.

I wrote this to help me with some characters and how they interact with each other.

Now, this is a glimpse into my other story.

Yes some characters are as follows

Devorah

Naamah

Secret Ro

and a few others.

But they are named differently at this time.

If you want to figure out who is who Im more than happy to listen to your ideas of who is who.

Word Count: 4,474

Content warnings.

Depictions of blood and violence. Language. (If I missed something please let me know.)

The room is dark except for a table with two chairs. A child sits in one. Their face is covered by a hood and full white mask.

"Hello, Traveler." They motion for you to sit "Please sit. You here to see the story of a few individuals."

You sit in the chair. "Just know it will end suddenly. You can't know too much." They start to form a portal in your hand to show you. "Just look through. And one more thing any question of who is who will be answered in time."

You look into the small portal. You then feel you are pulled into the portal.

Welcome traveler your bio data is now being archived. Please know some events have already happened but some may change Traveler.

Empire of Argent

Region- Melinoe

The Captial City of Argentum

The entire hall lays quiet, All nobles that showed up today know that even a breath can set off the Emperor. Only the three Knights of Choas stand with their weapons. The Emperor sits on his crimson throne. The throne looks sharp and sleek. The throne itself is said to be made from the blood of the Ancients.

The Emperor stands "Bring in the vermin." The onyx doors open. Seven fully armored knights walk in. The knights drag in a woman completely chained up. Her chains are on her neck, wrist, and ankles. 5 have one chain while the other two escort her. She has a mouth guard that locks up her mouth. When they get to the center of the Emperor they throw her down. The knights move far enough that she only has a certain movement.

The Emperor steps down. "So this is the fame Seerer." He grabs the woman's face. The woman growls. "Oh don't worry. I heard so much about you." He steps and lets go of her face. Then slaps her. "The seer who is also a talented warrior. But she has one thing wrong with her. Her soul mate rejected her." The woman's eyes widen. Then she glares at the Emperor. "Oh, surprised. Your family was how you say forthcoming." He lets out an evil laugh. "After I torture them for a few months. They broke after the second week. I just enjoyed their screams." The Emperor is in her face. She starts to thrash in her chains. "I like you." He purrs. He pats her face. "I won't kill you nor will I torture you." He puts his hand out. A servant brings a blade wrapped in cloth. "I'm making you my Commander of The Choas Knights." The nobles start to murmur. "Silence!!!" He yells. He turns his attention back to her. "Sadly those pretty eyes have to go." The woman starts to thrash even more trying to get away from him. The blade is unwrapped. A black longsword with a gold line on the outer edges and in the middle of it. The Emporer takes the blade in one hand and grabs the woman's hair and pulls her back. "You'll thank me one day." He brings the sword down in one smooth motion. It cuts into her face slicing her face from the left side of her face to the right. Straight across both eyes. The woman yells but is muffled by the metal lock. He lets go of her hair and she slumps down. Blood is pouring from her face. And a sound of sobbing can be heard. The Emperor snaps his fingers and a priestess comes to the woman's side. The woman flenches but allows her to touch her. "Get out!!" The man screams. The nobles scurry out of the room. The Emperor leaves the room. The knights unlock her chains. They take her body out of the room.

Several weeks later. You look at the young women. The Seer they called her now you don't know anything. Your husband is a cruel man you know this but you thought he changed but now you know better.

You touch her cheek. She is so beautiful but you understand why she did it. You should have stopped him. "M'LADY!" You are shaken from your thoughts. Your servants are behind you. They are shaking. "What's wrong." You get up and take a step towards them. Before any can respond you hear screaming. No, he promised. You run towards the screaming. When you reach the room you see blood everywhere.

"Ah, my dear wife finally joins me." Your husband has a chain wrapped around two slaves. Blood is oozing from them. "You promised," you mumble. He looks up confused. "I do not know what you are saying." You slam the door. "YOU PROMISED!!!"

No servant entered nor acknowledged the door. Many guards simply avoid the room till the two dealt with the issue. Only one person walked out Alive.

~

Empire of Argent

Region- Melinoe

In the City of Reash. Focuses on silk making and jewel transportation.

three years later

Winter Solstice is the busiest and the best time to get gold. All the rich nobles come here to flaunt and act as if they care. You pull your hood tighter to your face. You watch as the people in the market shop. You start to find your mark. You notice a lady but see she has three children with her. You then see A tall man. You then see him hit a slave. You growl. You jump off the side of the building. You land in the side ally. As you head in his direction you pass a few guards. You then see their hounds. You take some raw meat and throw it toward them. The men don't notice they eat the meat.

You pass a few others then you come upon the man. Hes no normal Noble no hes a cardnial. They don't answer to no one and are the biggest hypocrites there are. You are thankful that he doesn't have any current guards. You pass a few people and while he's distracted you snatch his purse. You don't run as you learn early on that draws attention. When you exit the market area you look at the gold you got. You smile you be able to feed everyone tonight. You dump the coins in your purse and check for tracing coins. You ditch the purse in the ally. It takes 10 minutes to get to the slums. You see a few people you know and wave to them. You open the door to your home. You see your three siblings. They run up to you and hug you. You return their hugs. Your two younger sisters are what some call Ormr. Lea is a full Ormr and Suszie is a half Ormr. While your Little brother Ray is a mix between a Teras and a human. He has more human features but has a tail and a pair of ears. Of course, this doesn't make them any less than your siblings. You just have each other after all none of your parents wanted you.

"Ssisster did you get it." Lea curls around you. You laugh. "I did. I also got you all something on my way back." All three eyes widen. You hand Lea vail she was looking at a while back. Lea gets excited and tries it on. You pull out a rune book for Suszie. Suszie gasped, she takes it so fast and runs to her room. she shouts a thank you as soon she touches it. Ray was the easiest. You pull out a locket you all worked on for Ray. You just need to make the final payment. Ray puts it on and his body starts to look more human. He jumps up and down. Lea and Ray hug you. Ray disappears to his room.

Lea stays near you. "I made ssome food." Lea moves to the counter and hands you a plate. You sit down and eat. About an hour later you hear shouting outside. You move to the door and open and see the Knights of Light. "Shit." You wake up your siblings. Then you hear a piercing scream. You and your siblings all grab important things and move out the door. As you all run you see the Knights stabbing and slaughtering the people. You all pass several dead bodies.

You get them all down the alley. As you follow behind them the building beside you explodes. You are then thrown into the wall beside you. You then hear screaming. It sounds like your siblings. You then feel people grab you. You barely see the sword above your head. You hear Lea Scream. Right before the sword hits your head the man falls to the side. You are then Lifted up. A woman with a lace cloth around her eyes holds you tightly in her arms. You then see several knights in black armor take down the knights of Light. You finally regain conciseness in a garage. A woman in a lace black dress sits across from you and your siblings. Your siblings all cuddled into you, all fast asleep.

The women must see your fear. "Calm yourself, dear heart." The woman smiles at you. You notice all the jewels she has. "Your siblings and you are safe Nyx." You squint your eyes at her. "Interesting choice for a name might I add. But from what I hear you've earned it."

"I only stole from the basterds that beat on the lower class." The woman just nods. "I don't care what you did but from now on you will be expected to act better and you will ask me who you can rob from."

You try not to raise your voice. "Who are you to tell me what to do." She smiles "You new Empress. And you will all be living in the palace with me." You cat keep the shock off your face. "Don't you know what I am and what we are?"

The smile never leaves her face. "Yes. Four children need a warm home and food. And four children forsaken by some racists parents." She snarls at that.

"So what do we call you," you ask politely. She looks at the children. "My name is Leonora. And you won't bow to me either." Leonora looks out the carrage window. "Get some rest. We will arrive in a few hours."

You close your eyes and get some sleep. When you awake you hear hundreds of people. Your siblings wake up when you stir. The carriage comes to a stop. "You all go first." The door opens. you see soldiers lined down the path to the jaw-dropping palace. Four servants stand waiting for you. When Lernora steps out the soldiers bow and the servants curtsy.

Leonora looks at you and your siblings these will be your servants. A young girl steps at you. "Im Bella. I'll take you to your room. Dot worry you're all in the same hallway." Bella leads you and the others to your room.

POV- Lernora

You walk towards the throne room. As you walk in you see that stupid throne. You growl at the sight of it. As you enter nobles are in there. You groan great I have to deal with these pompous idiots. You spend the next ten minutes talking to the Nobles and you swear you see one look at you like a piece of meat.

You finally get to the war room. Only a few soldiers are in the room. When they see you they leave. "So Commander how goes the War." Your Commander Aria the Woman you trust looks up. You can still see the beauty of her face but now a lace veil is wrapped around her eyes. You offered a healer but she turned you down. You remember her words "I can see the truth this way." You also can't help but have these feelings as well. You have buried them but she's just intoxicating.

Her rough voice breaks you from your train of thought. "We are setting defensive lines in the capital." You tilt your head "Why." Aria straightens to her full height. "We have reported that Luca Grant the traitor is leading a counterattack. And is heading straight here." You place a hand on the table. "You mean my former husband's half-brother wants me dead to get the throne." Aria nods.

You look at the map. "Well, we should be fine so long as we are prepared for his arrival." Aria nods. You turn to leave. "I heard you brought some kids from your trip. My, I ask why." You don't touch the door handle. "One of them is your soul mate. That's why you left." You turn around to say something but see how close she is. Aria is only three feet from you. "You can't deny them. You know full well what happens if you deny them." You look at her with a look that you know but then you remember she can't see your face. When you speak you can't help but hear the sadness in your own words. "I do. I also know that it doesn't have to be a relationship. But she's just 18. Still a kid. I don't want to hurt her." Aria puts a comforting hand on your shoulder. "This war will be over and you can show her and the others the kingdom." You smile at her words. If only you knew what would have happened next you would have prevented it.

POV- Aria

Siege of the Royal palace

two weeks later

Servel men in white armor lay dead. You look at the three children Lea, Suszie, and Ray. Thankfully you were nearby and were able to save them. You look at your men. "Get them to safety. I'll get the Emprise and the other child. Meet at our secondary location." Your men all nod and form around the children to protect them. You run down the hallways to reach Leanora. You asked her to stay in the throne room as it was the most defensible. As you get closer you see several of the enemy men and yours on the ground dead. Seeing may be a problem but you can see the death of their souls. Then you feel the darkness. "Shit." You run and ram into the throne room door. You break into the 10-inch wooden door. You see the man Luca the darkness emanating from him. His sword is raised up high. You grab a shortsword on the ground and throw it at him. The short sword misses his face by inches but does cut into his face.

Luca turns and looks at you. "You," he says with venom. "My brother should have cut that pretty little head off." Your senses pick up Nyx. She's above you. You just hope she doesn't do anything stupid. Leanora is on the floor breathing.

Luca turns his blade to you. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you." He charges at you and you do the same. You summon the blade that took your sight and block his attack. You don't know how long you two fight but he gets a few cuts on you but you get a few and then some. The two of you finally are a few feet from one another. But he has a crooked smile based on his aura. "You've failed your men are dead Luca. Give up Leanora will be forgiving." Luca laughs at your words. "Forgiving. You liar. She killed my Brother in cold blood because He didn't feel anything for the child he gave up. That child would have destroyed the entire system of the Bloodline."

You scoff at his words. "The Bloodline was always tainted with people like you. That child would have brought a balance. But your brother had them sent away because he was a coward." you spit at him. Luca roars with rage and hits you. You go flying into the wall. You lose your vision. When you wake you see Luca's aura walk toward Lenora. Leanora is up and starts defending herself. Nyx is also fighting him to try to keep him away. You cant reach a blade. You can only do one thing. "Forgive me, Leanora." You sprint towards Luca. Right before he lands a killing blow on one of them you tackle him and you both go through the window. you then see him throw his blood whip and grab Nyx.

Nyx screams as you fall. "You bastard." You take a chunk of your armor off and stab him in the face. Thankfully you are on a huge cliff. You grab Nyx and wrap your arms around her. "You'll survive this." Nyx looks horrified. "We falling to our death what the hell is wrong with you.'" You smile sadly. If only you could tell her what you see. "Nyx, Rember that hope will always prevail." You then put a hand on her chest. Your armor begins to glow. It removes from your body and surrounds her. Nyx eyes widen at what you are doing. Before she can speak you feel the impact. Your spine shatters. But you feel no pain only freedom.

POV- Zara

Empire of Argent

Region- Melinoe

In the City of Reash.

ten years later

You fix the veil on your face and straighten your dancer silks. You go on stage and perform your dance. It lasts for hours. Yo make people cry and feel with their hearts. By the end, you were lavished with many gifts. A lot has happened in the last 10 years. The Empire is united under Empress Leanora and her beloved Nyx. You remember performing at their wedding. You made your dance more happy and celebratory for them. Your just glad they changed the laws for the Races. You would have been executed if it wasn't for them. After all Demon art is supposed to be pure evil. You rub your neck where your collar used to be. Your previse owner wasn't kind nor was she scared of anyone. You shake your head. she did things to your mind. Your lack of memory scares you.

You sit down in your booth and remove your veil. The scaring from your collar and where she sliced your vocal cords. You use to sing when you danced. You got more money than you can spend. You do quite well for yourself. The other dancers walk in. They wave at you. You change into your normal clothes and leave.

You decide to get a drink. You walk to your favorite tavern "The Lonely Patren." You see some people leave. You walk in. The tavern is very pricey but that's because of the Nobles and Merchants. The royal guard comes here even some Nobles are here. Of course, the Nobles wear masks as is the custom in the empire. You remember when you asked your friend about it. "The mask. Ohh and one can wear one. You don't even need to be a Noblee." She gave you a full white mask on your birthday.

As you sit at your regular table. Your best friend sees you and Waves. They pass several people and slide into the booth. Nebula smiles at you. "So how did it go. You had a fun time, right that's what matters." You smile at that. Nebula always cares whether you had a great time.

You sign "I did. I just wish I could." You stop and look away. Nebula reaches out and takes your hand. "I know dear. I know." You both are startled when a group of soldiers is by your table. Sadly they are all human and based on their faces are all very very anti demons. You sigh.

"You don t belong here you copper digger." The leader lens on the table. You lean away from them. He grabs you as you move away. "You're a slave that doesn't belong here." Nebula pushes them off. "Get away from her." He looks at Nebula. The smile on his face gets bigger. "You just attacked a royal guard. I can have you executed." Nebula growls "Try it asshole." Three or the soulsdreies grab Nebula. "Get off of me." Nebula starts to hit them until they are hit in the back. The whole tavern is ignoring this injustice. The leader pulls you out. He studies you some more. "I knew it was you when I saw you leave that place. To think you left that Brothel and come here to drink. Your just another courtesan that needs to die." He moves his hand to grab your mask. Your hood is thrown off and your lower face is shown.

Then in an instant, a blade goes through his chest. Everyone gasps… The soldiers step away. A towering woman stands behind him. Her face is filled with anger His body drops. The other soldiers draw their swords. You fall and the woman catches you. "You are Going to die you slave-loving bitch." The woman looks at you and then back at the other men. She's not afraid but perfectly calm. The people in the tavern have left besides the barkeep. The door slams open. Several black armor soldiers with a fire emblem on their shoulders storm in. The Royal guard gets a cocky grin. "We have this handled. You can leave." The woman holding your grin. "They are here with me." The black Knights draw their swords toward the royal guards. "Bullshit who could you possibly be." The women's hold on you tightens. She moves you away from them. "Crown Princess Ayla of the Kingdom of Lyulph." The Royal Knights falter. "You have no right to pretend to be a high person," Ayla says something in another language. The Lyulph soldiers move so fast the Royal guards are on the ground in chains. "Get the Commander in here to deal with his pathetic guards. And say I want an Audiences." One of the soldiers run out the door.

Ayla lets go of you. She fixes your mask and pulls your hood up. "That's better." Ayla walks towards the dead man. You look at Nebula. They hug you so tight. They pull away and start to check you. "Glad your ok dear." Nebula looks at the tavern. "At least my place is ok." They look at the blood. "That'll come out." After a while, a tall built man enters. You and Nublua are at the Counter. While Ayla is standing with her soldiers. "Commander." The man seems to shrink at her voice. "I want to apologize for my men's actions." That seems to anger her. "I want them executed for going against the Act of Unification." The commander raises his hands "Now now they had too much to drink and besides you already killed one. You are lucky you are not being charged." You and Nubea watch as Ayla grab the Commander. "You should know better. Besides Im meeting the Empress and will only relieve the prisoners until then."

This riles the commander up. "Now you have no right." Ayla grabs him. "No, you have no right a citizen from my kingdom was insulted and then was roughed up. They planned on killing her." The commander looks at you. You see his eyes the same as all Elitest. Ayla walks over to you. "I'm sorry. I should have stepped in sooner." You see her green eyes. A sense of bond hits you. Nebula pipes in "How you know she was a Lyulphan." Ayla looks at Nebula. "I can't tell you how. I just knew." Nebula stars are suspected. Ayla looks back at you. "Will you join me at the palace as I need you to convince the Empress to punish the group of soldiers and the other?" You think about it. "I can." Ayla's eyes lit up. "Great." Ayla turns to her men and orders them. They all grab them and leave.

POV- Ayla

Empire of Argent

Region- Melinoe

In the City of Reash. Palace of Unification.

You and the women from earlier are waiting in the main hall. She is wearing silks that a dancer would wear. You knew who she was the moment you saw her. But she didn't recognize you. Why didn't she? After all, what we had was really right. You stop staring at her. You look at the men you have in front of you. Some think they'll be ok but you know better. The Empress has an iron fist with certain things and the treaty wasn't the easiest to come up with. Your father will be ok with the treaty.

You hear the door open. You pull on the chest piece. You see Empress Leanora and Nyx in front of you. Nyx laughs at the guards. Leanora looks at her with a blank stare. She turns back to you "Would you care to explain." Before you can speak the insufferable Commander Seale speaks up. "She killed one of my officers and would not release my men into my custody." Leanora's face remains blank. "I did not ask you. Ayla would you care to tell me what happened." Commander Seale grumbles and looks pissed. You ignore him. "I was at the tavern and these men and women were harassing this woman Zara." Zara steps forward when you move her to. "Zara is not human but is from my kingdom. And these people grabbed her and wear going to harm her for being a Teras but she was not just any Teras but a Slave. You know we abolished slavery but some of my people are still slaves. I stepped in to protect her."

Leanora nods. "Commander was your mean on duty." Commander Seale hesatates. "No, your Highness. They weren't." Leanora looks at you. "As they were off duty at the time. they could not use their authority, So Ayla they are yours to do as you, please. I would be so bold to assume you want them executed." You nod. Leonora steps down "I'll have my people set up whatever you need." The two women leave. The commander looks like he wants to yell. He storms out. Your men leave with the prisoners.

An explosion suddenly sakes the room.

transmission ends.

POV- The Traveler.

"I'm sorry that is all I can show you s this world is very much How you say In development. But You will see the world in time. And you will interact with these people if you haven't already."

The Watcher moves the world back to Apollo Gate. You both are standing in a park near your hotel. The Watcher gently touches your hand.

"See you soon Traveler. And forgive me for the reliving of some of your other life." The Watcher then disappears. You start to get a headache. You look around and don't understand what's going on.

[bacchanal-if]

May's Short Story: 🌶️ Feast (The Uninvited Guest)

Word Count: 864

Step into The Uninvited Guest's dining room, where they extend a most indulgent welcome.

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