#although the war has ended there’s still tension between the two kingdoms so silver thinks if he can become friends with mal then maybe

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been thinking about my rsa au…

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The Ties That Bind ~ Chapter One

Summary: Although Erebor is his once more, Thorin knows there is still a great threat to the peace of Middle Earth. Azog is gone, but another has taken his place and has sworn to finish what Azog began. Erebor is back, but it’s sadly lacking in protection and as much as he hates the thought of it, Thorin knows there is one thing that will guarantee the safety and continuation of his line.

War is coming and all Eirlys of Mirkwood wishes to do is fight alongside her brother Legolas and the other elves, united with Men and Dwarves in their attempt to quell the renewed tensions between them and the orc army of the north. But, her father, Thranduíl has other plans. Unite his kingdom with the newly reestablished kingdom of Erebor and use the power of both to defeat the orcs.

An arranged marriage that neither side wants, but both sides need. But what happens when the two sides realize that maybe—just maybe—being together isn't quite as bad as they'd thought...

Pairing: Thorin x ofc Eirlys of Mirkwood

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.1k

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Erebor

“Thorin, will you just listen to reason?”

Thorin spun about to stare at his younger sister with a look that would have terrified a lesser person. Although it took more than his ire to make Dís back down, that didn't mean she wouldn’t be sorry she stood up to him in the first place. 

“I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me. You are being unreasonable.”

“Am I? Am I truly being so unreasonable? Because from where I stand, I’m being perfectly reasonable.”

“You need to settle down, to marry and hopefully produce an heir. You’ve said so yourself. So, why is this such a terrible idea?”

He rolled his eyes as he paced along the length of the Throne Room. In the two years since he and his Company retook Erebor, and since he finally recovered from the near-fatal wounds he’d received in the process of said reclamation, the kingdom had come a long way. When they’d first returned, the once-mighty kingdom beneath the Lonely Mountain was little more than a ruin, having housed a treasure-obsessed dragon for over a century. It had taken work beyond measure to return the kingdom to its glory and for the first time since he and Balin had first come through the secret door, Thorin thought they might actually accomplish the task.

But, there were rumblings once more. The orc army, nearly decimated with the death of their leader, Azog the Defiler and his son and heir, Bolg, appeared to be growing stronger once again. And while Erebor was on its way to its return, it wasn’t there yet and its army was nowhere near large enough or powerful enough to take on a renewed orc power. Plus, he’d heard the rumors of Sauron, and if those rumors were true, Erebor could be in very real trouble in a very short time. 

However…

“She is elven,” Thorin said once he’d reached the far end of the large, rectangular chamber. Erebor’s throne, a massive block of elaborate carved obsidian, etched with gold and silver, was the only thing in the room and that was fine, as Thorin only usually came into it when he needed to think.

“So? The elves fought alongside you, didn't they?”

“She is the daughter of Thranduíl and I’d eat the Arkenstone if anyone told me he would be willing to allow his only daughter to come here.”

“There’s only one way to know. And Kíli said one of Thranduíl’s advisors brought up the possibility of an alliance between his family and ours. They took quite the hit themselves, if you remember. So apparently, he is quite open to the idea.”

He rubbed his forehead with one hand, a heavy sigh rising to his lips. Yes, he needed to think about marrying. And yes, Erebor’s army was only barely such. And finally, yes, an alliance between Erebor’s ruling family and Mirkwood’s ruling family would be wise and powerful. Especially now that the elves of Rivendell had been slowly taking leave of Middle Earth. They’d just begun their exodus, but he knew from his last visit to Rivendell that Elrond was also planning the time when he would join his kin.

But Thranduíl, of all people. The same smug princess king who’d simply tossed Thorin and his company into the Mirkwood dungeons over a perceived slightly that Thorin himself actually had nothing to do with. 

And now his sister, and his nephew, (and most likely his nephew’s wife, Tauriel, who had been a captain in the Mirkwood guard) were already making plans and testing the water for him to marry the princess king’s daughter. His only daughter. Who was, no doubt a spoiled and pampered princess to boot. 

“She’s very pretty,” Dís broke in, her voice slightly singsong in tone. Then, in her normal voice, she added, “At least, Kíli thought so.”

“Kíli thinks anything female is pretty.”

“Now, that is neither true nor fair.”

Dís was right. They’d traveled to Mirkwood only weeks earlier for Kíli and Tauriel’s wedding, where Thorin had caught a glimpse of Mirkwood’s only princess. Tall. Slim. Hair so blonde it looked almost white. Typical elf of the Woodland Realm. Pretty, but she probably knew it and he could only imagine how conceited she was as a result.

Still, this was one argument he knew he stood almost no chance of winning. Dís had thought her points through and perfectly so. Like it or not, he would most likely be marrying Eirlys of Mirkwood. 

He sighed, his shoulders slumping, and lowered his hand. “Dís, think about what you suggest? The Line of Durin would become half elven.”

“And the line of Thranduíl would become half dwarven.” She offered up a mischievous smile. “And I take a rather childish delight in that, myself.” 

“Of course you do.” He strolled back toward her, then skirted her to sink into the cold obsidian throne. “And you see no problem with this? None at all?”

“Thorin,” she moved closer, her hand coming to rest on his knee, “is the idea so abhorrent to you? I mean, you do have to marry sooner rather than later and if Kíli is to be believed, you could do far worse than Eirlys of Mirkwood.”

Despite what he’d said only minutes earlier, Kíli did have a eye for pretty girls, and Eirlys was most definitely striking from a distance. Up close, she was probably even more so. If nothing else, he’d at least enjoy gazing upon her. Small comfort, but if it was the only one, he’d take it.

But Thranduíl.

He drew in a deep breath. Exhaled slowly. Then met his sister’s gaze and he knew he was doomed. “What if she does not agree with this?”

“What if she does? Think of it, Thorin. Think of how much stronger Erebor will be, and how Mirkwood would be forever allied with us as well. This can only benefit us.”

“Which means I will never be rid of Thrandy.”

She didn't trouble to hide her smile. “No, you won’t. But… that might not necessarily be as terrible as you think.”

“Dís, you spent but a short time with him. Barely enough time for a conversation.”

“Oh, don't be silly. Of course I had more than a single conversation with him and I found him to be rather rather personable.”

“Even so.”

“No, no even so. If you insist on forcing a divide where one only exists in your mind, you will never be happy.”

“Dís.”

“Thorin.”

He just stared, and she stared right back. Seeing that he was not going to win this argument, arguing was wasted time and breath, and so he slowly bobbed his head. “Very well. I suppose it might be worth at least discussing it with him.” 

“Ah, at last, you’re seeing reason.” Dís grinned. “And I’ll wager she is not putting up that much of a fight about this, either.”

“You have lost your mind!”

Eirlys could only stare at her father, wondering if he truly had gone mad, for that was the only explanation for his ludicrous suggestion that she consider taking Thorin of Erebor as a husband.

But her father remained his usual cool, collected self, his blue eyes unblinking and his face void of emotion as he replied, “Why? Because I promise you that I am quite sane and this is a logical solution the problems at hand.”

“He is a dwarf, Father.”

“I am well aware of that, Eirlys.” He tapped his fingers on the woven branches that made up the arm of the woven sticks and vines that made up his throne. On those fingers, he wore several rings, one set with a gold and brown tiger’s eye stone, another that, like his throne, was woven vines set with a golden topaz. “But, as I know you are also well aware, an alliance with the dwarves would be to our advantage.”

“You speak of the Gundabad orcs, don’t you?” She didn't wait for him to nod, for she knew she was right. She’d overheard him and her older brother, Legolas discussing the orcs from the north the previous evening. “But orcs never come this far south.”

“They have been, though, and you know you heard that as well.”

Heat flitted through her at the stern look in his eyes and the definite scolding in his tone. But that didn't stop her from retorting, “Then allow me to fight, as you do Legolas.”

“No. I take no chances with you, Eirlys. And in Erebor, you would be safe, should our perimeter be breached.”

A small knot twisted in the pit of her belly. “You mean to simply send me away?”

“Of course not. Don’t be a fool.” He slowly rose and carefully made his way down the woven staircase to descend from the throne. He had to be careful because not only was the staircase curved, but he wore a ridiculously long robe of gold, green, and brown silk. His hair, the same nearly-white blond as hers, spilled over his shoulders and down his back like spun gold water, and was held out of his face partially by the crown of woven sticks and leaves, dotted with the same topaz and tiger’s eye as his rings. 

He stood only a few inches taller than her, shaking his head as he went on, “You are not being banished, only married.”

“To a dwarf.”

“It is not ideal, but elven royalty is at a premium these days and a suitable husband will not be found amongst those left. King Thorin will give you the life you should have, and that you will be safe, tucked beneath the Lonely Mountain, is only a bit more icing on the cake. He and I have had our differences, but he has since proven his worth and I would trust him with one of my most precious assets.”

She rolled her eyes. “Precious assets?”

That earned her a smile. “You do not agree?”

“You have gone mad.”

He let out a soft sigh, moving to drape his arm about her shoulders, a gesture he would not have done, had anyone else been in the throne room with them. He was loving, but reserved when others were about. After all, he had a reputation to uphold. 

“Eirlys, you must know that I have only your best interests in my heart.”

“By marrying me off to a dwarf?”

His smile faded. “Stop that. You met him at Tauriel and Kíli’s wedding and did not look down your nose at him then.”

Yes, she’d met him. Smiled and bobbed her head and then went off to dance with her friends, hardly giving the long-haired, rather shaggy-looking dwarf king a second thought. She had no idea what plans were going to be in the works following the rather modest wedding. 

“You didn't intend for me to take him as my husband then. And I don't quite understand why I can’t just stand alongside you and Legolas, should the orc army come this far south. You’ve let other women do so.”

“Enough now. You know full well why I will not allow it. You are not simply other women. You are my daughter. And I will protect you with every fiber of my being and if it means protecting this wood and those within it at the same time? I will do it. And in time, you will thank me. You will see.”

Eirlys offered up a long look. “I’ll not promise to not say I told you so, when you are wrong, you know.”

“I expect no less.”

“Good.”

“But, I have the feeling I won’t be wrong, either.”

She ignored that and the smug smile that accompanied his words. “So, when am I to be shipped off?”

Now it was Thranduíl’s turn to roll his eyes. “You’ll not be shipped anywhere. I will send word to Erebor that Thorin and his company should come here and we will work out the finer details at that point. But, you needn’t worry. The wedding will take place here.”

“Because that is my biggest concern. Where the wedding is to be held.” She pulled away, then turned to face him. “May I go then?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Thank you.” 

She was almost to the doorway of woven vines when Thranduíl called, “Eirlys?”

She paused, peering over her shoulder. “Yes?”

“You will see, this is for the best.”

She met his gaze and although she wasn't entirely happy with his decision, she knew that he did have her best interests at heart and would do nothing to put her in any danger. If anything, he was always overprotective of her and had been ever since her mother’s death. Knowing he did what he did out of love was enough to make her sigh softly as she nodded. “I know, Papa.”

His eyes softened and a hint of a paternal smile played at his lips. “Good.”

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Top 9 Favourite MaasVerse Couples

I did a favourites list of couples in the Shadowhunter universe last year that was really fun so I thought I would do one with all of the couples from Sarah J. Maas’ universe, especially after reading A Court of Silver Flames (review coming soon). Because of all that and given that Sarah J. Maas never fails to be sneaky with which guy the main character ends up with in the end, this favourites list will be full of spoilers. So like before, the top couples all are couples that for sure end up together, while the honorable mentions are couples that I like or ones that I think would be good together or who I want to be together. 

Honorable Mentions

To start off we have character couples that I love but don’t know enough about to be super invested.

Amren & Varian- from ACOTAR. I just think that they are so cute and I love Amren and I’m so happy that she has someone who is there for her. I also think Varian is an interesting character who is the perfect balance for Amren’s intensity, also at all the family gatherings with Varian there, he just feels like the typical come-home-for-christmas-with-a-guy boyfriend who the family gets to know, but also plays around with because he’s new (don’t know if that makes sense, but if you’ve ever had a sibling or cousin bring a partner home for the holidays to a joking-around type family then you’ll get it).

Kallias & Viviane- from ACOTAR. Also don’t know a lot about them, but for the few interactions we see of them, I think they are super cute! The other courts always intrigued me, but especially the Winter Court because I love snow and I also love how close Kallias, Viviane, Rhysand, and Morrigan are (especially Viviane and Mor). I just think it’s so nice that they have other friends in other courts, and again they just seem sweet. 

Juniper Andromeda & Fury Axtar- from Crescent City. We only find out that they are a couple near the end, but from the few times we see them together, I think Juniper and Fury are adorable. Fury is just that super badass bitch that I love to see vulnerable in a couple. I just like seeing that badass girls can still have a very raw and human side, especially when they are with their significant other. Also Juniper was always a favourite minor character throughout the book because she’s such a good friend to Bryce. I can’t wait to see more of them as a couple in the next books!

Next I have people who I want to end up together:

Ruhn Danaan & Hypaxia Enador- from Crescent City. I thought Ruhn and the mediwitch had a great amount of chemistry, and when it was revealed that she was actually the young Queen Hypoxia of the witches, I was so excited! I feel like her and Ruhn will end up together, and because I love Ruhn and just want to see him happy, I think that the two of them as a couple would be great!

Morrigan & Emerie- from ACOTAR (more specifically ACOSF). When Emerie saw Mor in the latest book, I giggled so hard! I think the two of them would be adorable and it’s high time that Mor got a new love interest who will make her happy. (I also really want Emerie to be happy now that I’ve gotten to know her more as a character, and I do think the two of them would work really well together!)

Elain & Lucien // Azriel & Gwyneth- from ACOTAR. This next one I won’t talk a lot about because I’m saving it for the review for ACOSF, but just so you know what side of the debate I’m on, I really do think Lucien and Elain would be good together if Elain gave him a chance, and now since reading the special edition short story about Azriel at the end of ACOSF, I ship Azriel and Gwyn together. (Although I’ll honestly be happy with whoever ends up together as long as all the characters are happy!)

Nyx & Unborn Child of Rowaelin- from ACOTAR and Throne of Glass. I saw this post one day of someone shipping Nyx (Rhys and Feyre’s son), and the unborn daughter of Rowan and Aelin, I fangirled so hard! No matter if Rowan and Aelin have a girl or boy first, I already ship them so hard with Nyx. We already know that Nyx would have been born during the time of the war at the end of Kingdom of Ash (because Aelin fell through the worlds and saw pregnant Feyre and Rhys standing during Winter Solstice) so if Aelin and Rowan had a child not long after, they would be close to the same age, and because of that moving between worlds moment, we know that’s it’s possible for the two kids to meet one day. (Also I have a theory that what happens in the Crescent City books will tie into the possibility of world jumping because it’s already talked about in there how most species in Crescent City came from different worlds, so yay!) I know that this is all just wishful thinking, but I think that would be the cutest thing Nyx being together with Rowaelin’s child! Let me believe what I want to.

9. Nesryn Faliq & Sartaq

This list was so hard to make and I’m sad that these two are so low on it, but I just couldn’t get them any higher! At any rate, I loved these two during Tower of Dawn and when they ended up together I was ecstatic! First of all, I think Sartaq would be an amazing Khagan of the Southern Continent and he’s honestly the only real good one of his siblings. Him and Nesryn leading the Southern Continent will be amazing and I love the way that they bonded over riding the ruks. I do wish that we got to see them even more, but considering all of the characters and storylines, I was still satisfied with the development of their relationship and themselves as characters (just want more content with anything from the Throne of Glass series because I know it’s over and that makes me sad!)

8. Dorian Havilliard & Manon Blackbeak

Next is another couple that I love so much but had to put lower on the list because there are just too many great couples in the Sarah J. Maas universe! I never thought that Dorian and Aelin (or Celaena at the time) would be good together, but was absolutely heartbroken when Sorsha died. BUT that death did lead to so much sexual tensions between Dorian and Manon that it was all worth it! I love these two because, again, it is so nice to see a badass female character also have a loving side, but also seems pretty “dominant” (for a lack of better word) in the relationship. I think Manon and Dorian are so great together, and their banter and cute nicknames (Princeling and Witchling) just gave me life! Even though the end of Kingdom of Ash left me completely shattered, I was very happy that Dorian and Manon still had each other, and I think the two of them will be great monarchs in their separate kingdoms, but also together.

7. Elide Lochan & Lorcan Salvaterre

Another amazing couple from the Throne of Glass series! Even though Lorcan was kind of an asshole when you first met him, when he and Elide had their whole adventure together, I fell in love with the two (especially Lorcan). I love a good “bad” boy “good” girl trope, and Lorcan and Elide were definitely that perfect fit. The way that Lorcan cared so much for Elide while they had to travel together was really cute, and I was so happy to see how Lorcan softened up and Elide became strong as well. It was nice that they still weren’t the typical weak girl, always rescued by the strong Fae. Lorcan and Elide made each other show the world their other sides as well. 

6. Nesta Archeron & Cassian

This couple I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about but most of that will be in my ACOFS review coming soon, but for now I will just say that I LOVE them! We always knew that Nesta and Cassian were probably going to end up together, but still their journey as individuals and a couple was so fantastic to read. The way that the two of them helped each other out in terms of mental health while still being the individually strong characters was so good to see. Their sexual tension was great to read, and I loved the way that their whole story arc developed through the book.

5. Chaol Westfall & Yrene Towers

Again, I loved these two so much probably because they had their own book practically dedicated to them. I loved Chaol in the first two books from the Throne of Glass series, but like most people, I lost that love as the series went on. Going into Tower of Dawn I was really worried that I wasn’t going to like it because of Chaol being the central character, but like always, Sarah J. Maas writes such good redemption and flawed character arcs that it was impossible not to love Chaol again, and the woman who brought the light back to him. Similarly, I really liked Yrene when we first met her in The Assassin’s Blade stories (The Assassin and the Healer), and I was so happy that we got to learn more about her in the whole Tower of Dawn book. The way that Chaol and Yrene went from hating each other to falling in love was done absolutely perfectly, and by Kingdom of Ash when we found out that Yrene was pregnant, I almost threw my book in happiness, I was so excited. This couple is well deserving of the number five spot!

4. Aedion Ashryver & Lysandra

Now we have another favourite couple from the Throne of Glass series (that series is just so big and full of characters, most of the people on this list are from there). I really loved the idea of Aedion and Lysandra from the beginning when we start to see Lysandra play a bigger role in the series. Again, it’s the banter between these two characters that gets me every time, and the way they make fun of each other while also flirting is just so great to read. I was a little worried about what was going to happen to their relationship in Kingdom of Ash, especially since everything was going so well in Empire of Storms and then ended so badly at the end, but knowing that they got married almost immediately after the war was exactly what I needed. Also I LOVED Aedion with Evangeline and all their interactions, which was also why I knew that Aedion had to end up with Lysandra. Every time a kid comes into the picture I feel like I ship that couple just a bit harder. The three of them make the most perfect family. 

3. Bryce Quinlan & Hunt Athalar

I know that technically we don’t know for sure if these two will be endgame, but if they aren’t I will sob and never forgive SJM! I love these two with all my heart and the only reason that they are in number three (and not higher!) is because we only have one book with them. I would not be surprised if they went up higher on my list after the next books come out. First of all, their sexual tension is fabulous. Second, I just adored how they both helped each other health through the book  and how they went through so much together emotionally. I feel like that made the strongest foundation for a relationship, and if that foundation breaks, I think I might just dig myself a hole and stay there. While both are strong characters separately, they are just so much better together! Every scene of them was like magic, and they were the whole reason I could stop reading HOEAB. I need the next books so badly, just because I need to see them together more!

2. Aelin Ashryver Galathynius & Rowan Whitethorn

Finally at the top two, and this decision was probably the hardest one I’ve ever had to make. I love both Rowaelin and Feysand so much, this was impossible to decide, but it came down to the fact that out of every SJM book, A Court of Mist and Fury is my favourite. That book is a f*cking masterpiece and the reason for that is because of Feysand. So Rowaelin is second. Aelin and Rowan are amazing characters individually, but like the reason for all of these favourite couples, the journey that they go on together and help each other through, is what makes them so special and so strong as a couple. Rowan helped Aelin in a way that Chaol or Dorian never could, and Aelin in turn helped Rowan through centuries of pain just because they understood each other so well. The best and strongest part of all these couples is that they became friends first, before going into a romantic relationship (except for Nessian a couple others, but you know what I mean). Being able to create a strong bond before anything physical is so important with these characters, especially helping them get through so much trauma, and ultimately seeing that growth on the page connects you so much more with them as a couple. Seeing these characters go through so much together was really what made me love them to this degree (which is a high degree) which is also why I’m having a hard time believing that their stories are done. I will always need more Rowaelin content. 

1. Feyre Archeron & Rhysand

And now we’re at the top. Like I just said, this was a hard decision, but it also feels so right. Feyre and Rhysand had an amazing development as a couple through the books, and A Court of Mist and Fury is definitely my favourite SJM book precisely because we see their relationship develop. I am beyond happy that we aren’t at the end of the ACOTAR world and we get to see more Feysand in the years and books to come, because I am not ready at all to say goodbye yet. Just thinking of Feyre and Rhys’ lives now (especially with Nyx) brings a smile to my face, and I think that it's amazing how an author and a book can do that. Both Feyre and Rhysand’s characters are so strong and their journeys were so heart wrenching to follow but so worth it at the same time. There is really nothing bad I can say about this couple, besides the fact that I want to thank Sarah J. Maas for writing such great characters, and I can’t wait to see more to come!

Thanks to anyone who read to the end. I know it was a long ramble again. Stay tuned for my ACOSF review coming soon as well.

Until next time!

~Rose Reviews

[shangyang]

yoi big bang preview

over the last couple of months, i’ve been working together with @halcyian​ (who is wonderful, and you should check her out) for the @yurionicebigbang ! since posting time is coming soon, here’s a quick preview of what we’ve got in store. 

The air is thick and noxious, but as men and women alike choke on the ash and cloying sulfur that dyes the snow an ugly black, and skies a stormy grey, Viktor lets the wind whip his hair into a frenzy. It’s so much shorter now, and even though years have passed since he cut his hair upon taking the mantle of a warrior from his father, Viktor’s hand strays to the shorn ends. 

The war horn bellows, low and menacing, like a hot knife cleaving through tension and still air. Holding out a hand to halt the men and women behind him, Viktor lets water pour from beneath the ice, swirling around him in a ribbon. It’s an old friend, the water, and as the whip curls around his hand, barely touching him, Viktor lets out a breath. 

The scent of sulfur and ash is stronger now, and the ice seems to shudder the closer the firebenders come. 

The water whip ices over around Viktor, forming jagged points and serrated edges. A little closer, he signals. Moments away.  

This is true: the Fire Nation has been at war with the Water Tribe for centuries. No one can remember why, not even the son of the man who began the war, nor his grandson. But the war continues on, despite that fact that the drive for war is long gone, and all that remains is weariness and a never ending cycle of hate and sorrow. Women and men have their loved ones sent home to them in urns, in pieces, or not at all, if there is nothing left to send home. Mothers mourn sons, fathers their daughters. This is true: Viktor Nikiforov was raised for war. A clan of warriors, and a duty to protect the Northern Water Tribe come hell or high water, passed on from father to son, to the son of the son. This is true: He is fourteen the first time he fells a man with his sword. The blood runs more red than anything Viktor has ever seen, red enough to rival the color of the flames the firebenders wield. He is sixteen when his father dies at the hands of a Fire Nation general. As Viktor wraps his father’s furs around him, not even an hour after the man’s death, he thinks, at least the man went down with him. This is true: On his twentieth year, the war ends with the death of the Fire Lord.

Water blossoms, delicate and glistening, where there should be fire, in between Yuuri’s cupped palms, and horror burgeons in his chest. Mari lets out a strangled cry, and the fire bouncing from her fingertips goes out with an ozone-scented pop. The ball of water bursts, but not a single droplet wets the cotton of Yuuri’s robes. It scatters around him, past his ears, dripping through the cracks of his fingers, and soaking into the stone of the practice hall. It’s wet. Moisture clings to his fingers, drips from his hair - and this, while nothing new, feels impossibly foreign. Yuuri had always known that he would be a firebender - like Mari and Father, Grandfather and Great-Grandmother Suki. But this, this isn’t fire. Heat isn’t curling above his palm, licking, smooth and sandpaper-like, just as Mari claims it feels. The water is cold, freezing the nerves in his fingertips, turning them red with the chill. This is a dream. Yuuri pinches himself. It smarts, and the parting marks are red and raised when he draws his hands away from his arm. It’s not a dream. He meets Mari’s eyes, and wonders if she’s scared of him now, because they’re children of the Fire Nation; worse still, they are the prince and princess of it, and they know, more so than anyone, how dangerous waterbenders are. It was an accident! He wants to say. I didn’t want it to be like this. I didn’t ask for this. Mari’s eyes are wide; watery and terrified - she remembers all too well the incident that killed General Nishigori, and orphaned Takeshi in the process. Don’t scream. Please don’t scream. But Mari is only twelve, and Yuuri is only eight, and they are still children. She isn’t disciplined, hasn’t yet been molded into a proper Heir, and Yuuri knows that she, more than he, is scared. Mari lets out a bloodcurdling shriek, and Yuuri curls his body into itself, hiding his wet hands as the sound of footsteps clattering across cobbled floors creeps closer and closer.

This is true: Katsuki Yuuri, while a prince in birthright, is the spare to his sister’s Heir. He was not raised to burn as bright as she, did not speak loudly amongst men twice his age, and in truth, rarely spoke at all. He was a shadow in his sister’s light, although his parents had hopes that he, in turn, would come to shine as bright as she. This is true: When he is eight, Yuuri bends for the first time, surrounded by cobblestone floors and rich, crimson walls. His sister is nearby, and she is excited. His parents linger in the throne room, distracted and thinking of their children. They all expect fire. This is true: Yuuri is the disappointment; the failure to his sister’s success. When his family expects fire, Yuuri, instead, gives them water. This is true: At eight years old, Katsuki Yuuri dons a veil, and hides himself behind layers of silk, cotton and cloth, and begins to live a lie for his kingdom and people. When his people want fire and approachable warmth, they will look for his sister. 

This is true: The Fire Lord has two children; the eldest a daughter, bright and tenacious, the embodiment of flame, who burns brighter than a dying star - and the younger a son, quiet and mysterious, with a countenance colder than the ice from far North. No siblings have ever been quite so different, but they are the children of the Fire Lord, even if, it may seem as if one does not quite belong.

The firebenders are upon them. Behind him, beside him, on the ground, burnt and dying - Viktor’s comrades are all around him, fighting for their tribe and their freedom. He grits his teeth and pushes harder against the soldier advancing on him. Viktor cannot let the Fire Nation take the Northern Water Tribe. She is brilliant under the sunlight though, and Viktor catches a glimpse of her curling spires as they glitter silver beneath the sun. A place like this deserves to be protected, Viktor thinks. The people who can love and call this place home deserve to live. The soldier goes down with two of her comrades in a heap, a shard of ice protruding from her stomach. The other two are just unconscious, knocked out from the impact of their helmeted heads colliding with the ice. The soldier’s blood spider webs through cracks in the ice, fading to a pink as it crawls away. Viktor tears himself away from her prone, cooling body and pushes forwards. The general must be nearby. The heat grows stronger and stronger the further into the crowd Viktor gets, and he grits his teeth as a bolt of ruby flames whistles past his ear, singeing hair as it goes. It hits someone, and Viktor can hear a panicked, pained cry echo through the battlefield. He slams his elbow into the face of a nearby firebender and keeps running, carving a path through the battlefield. Closer, closer - the heat grows ever more unbearable, ribbons of flames spinning around a man, molten tongues reaching out to burn and devour any waterbenders that are trying to get close. Viktor reaches for the sword sheathed across his back - a family heirloom, passed onto him on his father’s deathbed - and unsheathing it, lets the midday sun dance along the carefully polished blade. The general turns to look at him - he cannot be older than Viktor, and that, in and of itself, is jarring. His skin is cacao dark, so unlike the other firebenders Viktor has seen, and his eyes glitter from behind the shorn fringe of his bangs. The ribbon-like flames flick around him, challenging, mocking. The air smells of ozone, and it feels as if the world has slowed. Viktor has never been one to back down from a challenge. His lip curls, and with a flick of the wrist, he brandishes his water whip in response. (if the general looks apprehensive - well. it’s just a trick of the light, nothing more, nothing less.)

Yuuri stands, silent as always as Phichit enters the room, decked out in his armor as a General. They’re deploying him off to the front lines, right at Nikiforov’s damn feet, and Yuuri can only remember one occasion where he has felt fear as strong as this. He hates it. They’ve both grown older while hearing of Anatoly Nikiforov’s only son; how deadly he is, how he leaves no survivors, how his heart must surely be as cold as the ice he commands, and now, to know that Phichit is being dropped right at that man’s door is terrifying. Yuuri cups Phichit’s face with a careful hand. The other is hidden behind within the voluminous sleeves of a xuanduan, and Yuuri watches, careful, gauging to see if Phichit shies away from the chill of his hands. Phichit blinks, carefully pulling Yuuri’s hands into his own, and rubbing them together. “They’ve gotten colder,” he murmurs, quiet. “Are you -” “I don’t know,” Yuuri responds, tired and soft. “I’ll figure something out. Don’t worry about me, Phichit. You’ve got to worry about yourself.” Phichit smiles, but it’s a paltry imitation of the real thing. “I am,” he promises. “But I’ll always worry about you, Yuuri.” Yuuri stares down at his hand, and at Phichit’s own clasped around it, and for what is certainly not the first time, wishes that he could bend fire too. “Stay safe,” he says instead, and reaches up to cup Phichit’s face once more. “Stay alive.” “I’ll do my best.” It’s not good enough, but it will have to do. They don’t have the time - nor the luxury - for a tearful farewell.

They’re locked in a deadly dance when the missive comes. The general, face tight with pain barks out for his soldiers to halt as a falcon swoops through the air, tawny wings spread wide enough to block out what little sunlight filters through the clouds of smog. The flames sputter out and die around the general, and trembling, he holds his arm up, as the falcon dives down to land upon the leather gauntlet that covers his arm. “Thank you,��� Viktor hears the general murmur to the falcon, as he slides the rolled missive out from the scarlet red pouch tied around the falcon’s neck. The glint of gold in the pattern of flames is telling - this is a royal missive. Something has changed in the capital, and though the Fire Lord would undoubtedly know that the missive would not reach the general and his troops for a week at the least, this is important enough to send over turbulent seas and bitter cold. Viktor lowers his sword slowly, and watches as his clansmen do the same. “Lower your weapons,” the general says, lifting his helmet from his face with an unsteady hand. He’s so young, and Viktor blinks a few times, uncertain if battle fatigue is distorting his vision. There is still some roundness to the general’s cheeks - the kind that only baby fat can leave - and his straight, pitch black fringe sticks to his forehead. “We will fight you and your no more.” He looks at Viktor, and down to Viktor’s sword. A flicker of something runs through his eyes, and he inclines in head in acknowledgment. “The Fire Lord is dead! Long live Lord Toshiya!” He yells, this time, to his men. Despite the tremors that wrack his body, and the blood dripping from wounds that Viktor has inflicted, he seems jubilant, his face lit and glowing. Stunned to silence, Viktor turns, and watches as all around, Fire Nation soldiers drop their weapons, and pull of their helmets. A resounding cheer shakes the ice, and men and women are cheering alongside their general. Confused as he is, Viktor feels something in his chest loosen. Panting, Mila comes to a stop beside him, fur-lined hood around her shoulders, and her blood red hair a bright beacon against the neverending white. “This...this could be a trap, Vitya,” she murmurs, but her spear is no longer bared, but rather, slack against her side, grip loose. Viktor stares out at the cheering Fire Nation soldiers, and then back to his clansmen. He takes in the confusion rippling and roiling across the battlefield, and looks once more at the barely-mature face of the Fire Nation general. “No,” he says, softly. “No, I don’t think this is.”

Rain is falling in Caldera. Though his father’s coronation is today, Yuuri doesn’t know if he can handle staying in the ballroom, mingling with prodding courtesans, and power-hungry politicians. Let Mari handle them, he thinks, staring up at the stormy sky. The garden smells of flowers, the dew opening up every blossom. The scents, combined are dizzying, but Yuuri pays them no heed - his mind is elsewhere. Yuuri stares up at the sky. He wonders if the falcon has reached the Northern Water Tribe front yet, and if Phichit has finally been able to lay down his weapons and celebrate the end of the war with his men. He wonders, if, perhaps Nikiforov had gotten to Phichit before the missive. Yuuri’s fingers tighten in the silk sleeves of his xuanduan, the sleeves wider and heavier than the everyday one he wears. The chrysanthemums and dragonflies patterned across the spring green silk wrinkle as he grips the silk tight enough to rip it. That has not happened, he promises himself. It won’t. The rain falls in an arc around Yuuri, not a single droplet falling onto the delicate silk, or on his hair or skin. Yuuri can bend water around him with little thought, but he wonders, if he believes hard enough that Phichit will come home unharmed. They are fighting on both ends, and Yuuri hopes that Phichit will not regret what he has done to keep himself alive. Yuuri knows that he will not. Come home safe, he prays, staring up into the clouds. Come back safe.

“What are you doing?” Yuuri turns around at the sound of footsteps against wet pavement, to see Mari making her way through the rain, a parasol held above her head.

The sleeves of her daxiushan are rolled up, tucked into her bodice so not to get the rich silk wet, and she’s left the traditional shoes behind for leather boots. “You’re going to get sick if you stay out in the rain this long, Yuuri,” Mari grumbles, stepping over felled foliage, and skirting around the large bushes of chrysanthemums that Mother is so fond of.

Yuuri spreads his arms out, and watches as the rain flees from him, not a droplet landing to wet his hair, or wrinkle the fine silk of his clothing. “You were saying?” He asks, dull and quiet.

Mari lets out a sigh - she is all too used to his moods. “Come inside, Yuuri.” She holds her parasol over his head as well, and watches as the rain begins to skirt around the both of them. “Mother wants to know where you’ve been - the ceremony is about to begin.”

Yuuri nods, and reaches up, pulling the veil down over his face. “Alright. Let’s go, then.”

His sister stays there for a moment longer, before taking Yuuri’s hand, and walking them both in, parasol held steady above their heads all the while. Yuuri stares down at where their hands intertwine, and tries not to think about how warm Mari’s hand is against the chill of his own.

[marlenekinnon]

Okay, here we go... This is the first chapter of one of my many crazy stories. (You can kill me if it's too big.) This one’s about a kingdom that lives in constant war with the so-called Druid Forest, considered inhabited by demonic creatures, and how a peace agreement will be implemented (And how ambitious families will take advantage of it). I hope you like the premise, but I don’t have enough words anyway to thank you for the help ♥ @narcissablk

MARK KARHAL

The snow was falling unceasingly on the windows of the hall, forming pretty figures in their corners, that would take time to melt. There was nothing to be seen except for the pale desert and a cloudy sky. He hated the cold almost as much as he hated waiting. He gritted his teeth, making an annoying sound, and his attempts to stop with the bad habit seemed to only make the sound more annoying. They scraped even more, causing a little pain terribly uncomfortable in his molars.

He didn’t use as many coats as Lord Bellavici, but also couldn’t mask his cold for much more than five minutes after his arrival to the freezing Hiberner.

Mark Karhal and two other lords were anxiously waiting the glorious and illustrious presence of the King and his council for about two hours. Perhaps not anxiously, but impatiently and hungry.

Lord Pensny and Lord Bellavici were whispering like two servants on the other end of the Great Table, that wasn’t so great anyway. The bad lighting prevented him from observing their faces, but their sporadic laughter indicated a relaxed conversation, or that was what they wanted him to think.

Lord Bellavici suddenly turned, catching him off guard while sidelong watching his conversation. His wife constantly warned him that his scolding look was so strong that echoed in waves to the respective targets.

Tyros Bellavici walked towards him with his impeccably erect posture and his pose of apparent kindness.

He was always immaculate, with overly detailed and well-sewn clothing, and was always ready for business. He was able to turn the simplest dinner into a handshake and some signatures, with his gentle lip, and the aid of one or another drink from his stock.

He was even more persuasive in his youth, with his naturally colored cheeks, silvery blond hair and air of innocence. Time, however, had not escaped his charm or intelligence.

“Well, Mark, time does not seem to make you more receptive.” he had a light way of pronouncing each word, and express them all with gestures “Always so reclusive and rude, my old friend.”

He wasn’t so sure about being friends, but they were too old for games of subtleties, and Mark had never had patience with those.

“I heard you put your name in the elections, Bellavici.”

The last Predestined died two weeks ago, and a new election was necessary, and it would be done by the Seasoners. For those elected, a month of confinement — or sometimes more, like the Long Stay that lasted about a year — so that there is no corruption. And for society a new Predestined, someone to be admired and respected, representative of the four Great Gods.

“Yes, you see.” he moved closer to his face, as if what he was about to tell him was an important secret. “I believe that as we grow older we must find our spiritual “me”, and redeem any sins of our youth with the Great Gods.”

The gods were merciful, for Tyros Bellavici had committed and still commits countless sins. He had always been a manipulative drunkard and an unfaithful husband.

He twisted his nose at the idea of ​​having him as Predestined, abusing of his powers and influence. The Seasoners would certainly know how to make the most appropriate choice, but unfortunately policies could be more complicated than that.

He was about to replicate Bellavici's opinion, when they heard footsteps approaching. The three lords stood ready to welcome the king. Tired as they were, they didn’t had the best of appearances, but would know how to behave properly as compensation.

The oak doors were opened unceremoniously, and Ymedor Snowyor, his King, entered the hall without bluntness. He had always been objective and dedicated to his people, without waiting for the blind devotion that most kings wish to obtain.

He wore a large, unadorned black coat the color of his hair, now also filled with silver wire. His blue eyes were intense, yet so clear that they were intimidating.

He observed each of the lords attentively, as they bowed in reverence, exclaimed in unison an audible “ Your Majesty.”

Too late they realized that the young prince was also accompanying his father this time, and they added hastily “Your Highness.”

Érodor Snowyor was frighteningly similar to his father as a boy. His black hair was wavy and lustrous, like a maiden’s, and reached his shoulders. He had the elongated face and the same blue eyes of his father, but these more expressive. He was also slender and strong for his age, and although his bearing was pure royalty, the same could not be said of his personality.

He slept in brothels, surrounded by prostitutes, and inebriated the daughter of one lord or another. It is also said that he spends most of his time drunk rather than sober, stifling his classes.

He would not tell if he saw him without knowing the rumors, but the scandals caused by the young man were public knowledge since long ago.

With a wave of the king's hand the three lords took their seats at the Great Table. The king sat on the edge, as tradition demanded. His son, for the first time accompanying him at an official meeting, sat to his right. The king's left was occupied by Lord Karhal, his other side occupied by Lord Pensny. Lord Bellavici sat beside the prince.

Mr. Salyor, a worn-looking old man with gray hair and curved backs, sat down beside Bellavici, and beside Pensny sat Mrs. Questen, the first woman to take a seat on the royal council.

She was about forty, and had a beautiful black skin like ebony, which made the white of his eyes exotically stand out. She was as muscular as any of the men in that room, and more intimidating than any of them.

Skyla Questen had always made a point of keeping her hair shaved, but even her muscles and this factor did not make her less feminine.

She greeted them all with a brief nod, which was more than Marcus Salyor could do, barely lifting his old head.

This was the pair that made up the king's private counsel, which meant that about ten sleek chairs were filled with dust on the Great Table.

“I have summoned you all today to deal with a subject which we have long despised” he alternated his gaze between each of those present, and when one has the privilege of being watched by the king, it is inevitable to feel less than special “It is past time to make a real and solid peace agreement with the creatures of the Druid Forest, and that is what we will do today.”

The three lords settled in their seats, especially Lord Karhal, who had his lands uncomfortably close to the Druid Forest.

“Y-Your M-Majesty, a peace agreement was already made by your grandfather, King Kendoyr Snowyor.”

“Yes, Lord Pensny, thank you for reminding me of my ancestor's name, but everyone knows that this agreement is a farce.”

Carter Pensny fell silent, bowing his head like a trapped animal. Ymedor moistened his lips with his tongue before continuing:

“I communicated with the creatures in the last month, through letters. I am willing to create a new peace agreement, just as they are willing to accept.”

Kendoyr Snowyor had, in the last ten years of his reign of forty, entered into a consensus with the creatures of the Druid Forest, which they liked to call peace. Such peace, however, had been terribly disappointing to the creatures.

It meant that their territory would no longer be attacked, but their borders would be watched day and night, and any attempt at integration with the Elrendor population would result in death.

Beautiful dreams and capricious words were sold ruthlessly to a race that did not believe in violence. It didn’t make Mark calm down.

“What are letters, Your Majesty? Even if they say they’re peaceful, how will we believe them?”

“The main question is how they will believe us after all they have had to go through”  he rubbed his forehead as if he was tired, or as if he had discussed such a matter countless times “They have a good heart, if they are able to forgive us, but I'm no fool. This is why we are meeting today. To receive the princess of the forest creatures, and settle our terms.”

There was a little commotion among those present. Even the counselors who had probably been informed in advance of the decision moved uncomfortably in their chairs, as if there were fire ants in them. Prince Érodor, Mark couldn’t help but notice, was flexing and closing his knuckles, and even the muscles in his neck denounced his tension.

Mark himself didn’t know how to react to that statement. Despite living so close to the Druid Forest, he had never seen any creature. Seeing their princess sounded like a dream — or perhaps nightmare suited better — distant and childlike, intangible.

“That's why I made you all wait for so long, the princess just arrived. Her name is Savaly, and she is surprisingly charming and insightful, so I expect the best composure and co-operation of my lords and counselors.” He glanced sideways at his son, who either really was too busy in the task of flexing the joints, or had not noticed the attention “And the prince of Elrendor.”

“You must have already discussed, then, how the agreement will be sealed” Lord Bellavici remarked as one who wants to extract information through the obvious.

“Yes, and as Lord Karhal pointed out, letters are only letters. We are here today to consolidate what has been agreed upon.”

Lord Bellavici opened his mouth again, but he was not given the time to gush out his ornate words. With an impatient gesture of his hand, Ymedor ordered the princess of the creatures to enter the hall.

All the lords gasped in exasperation. They would face the unknown, and apparently the king did not want to give them time to think too much.

The door opened a moment later, and Mark Karhal held his breath. He didn’t know what to expect, but he would never have expected anything so ... Pretty.

The creature had a slightly bluish skin, and a body as fit as a soldier's. She wore a fine white silk gown - despite the falling snow - that highlighted her fire-colored braided hair, like the hair of his eldest daughter. Her face was all angular, and her eyes gray as a storm.

She didn’t seem like an enemy. She didn’t seem dangerous. She was nothing like the demonic image that they had as a villain in children's books. Books that have taught them since childhood to fear the creatures of the forest.

There was no third eye on the young princess — who should not have been much older than fourteen — or a deformed arm hanging over her body, or any kind of monstrosity.

Still, he couldn’t contain the shiver that bristled the hairs on his arms, which had nothing to do with the cold. His fingers prickled wanting to wield a sword.

Curiosity puzzled him, but a crack in his mind screamed “danger!” He had been raised learning to fear and hate those creatures, he could not come to love them suddenly.

He was already old and probably would never do it.

She greeted them all with a graceful and impeccable reverence, even better than any lady of Elrendor.

The king, out of his majestic chair, greeted the princess with a fervor.

“I present my council and the lords of the Great Houses of Elrendor to you, Princess Savaly. And this” he pointed to the heir, who rose from his chair “is my son, Prince Érodor Snowyor, First of His Name, Heir of the Four Lands.”

"Delighted" he said after kissing the princess's hand.

The nervousness he had shown had almost completely dissipated. Perhaps because seducing young girls was something he was good at.

His blue eyes gleamed brightly as the corners of his lips curved into a smile:

“I am proud to recognize you as my future wife.”

The three lords exchanged a quick, stealthy look full of meanings. The princess of the creatures of the Druid Forest, creatures against whom they had been fighting from the beginnings of Elrendor, married with the prince of House Snowyor, established as their future Queen.

Sounded like madness.

[iris-sistibly]

4R’s: Encantadia Season 2 (Feb. 9, 2017 episode review)

Episode 149

Recap:

The Second Saga

The story of the gods

Many years have passed, Encantadia is very much at peace.

Alena and Imaw arrived at Cassiopeia’s island and found the ancient diwata doing a “pamamanata,” Alena informed that the test for the diwanis was about to begin, Cassiopeia immediately left to give the said tests to the princesses. Alena wondered why Cassiopeia came back to her island and why she was doing a “pamamanata,” Imaw explained that it is her way of keeping her heart pure and fair as a part of the process of becoming a bathaluman (goddess). Imaw told Alena a brief story of how Encantadia was created, about a group of deities who remained neutral during the celestial war between the “light/good” and “dark/evil.” These deities created the world of Encantadia and lived there in peace with the creatures they brought to life, but some of the deities became weary and decided to leave Encantadia and the gods Emre, Arde and Ether who were left swore to never leave the realm, but because of greed and jealousy, Arde and Ether attempted to take down Emre in order to gain his power, but Emre defeated both of them, he punished both gods. Despite of this, there were denizens who were still in awe of Ether’s power and ended up worshipping her, thus the Kingdom of Etheria was established. For a long period of time, the Etherians led by Queen Avria terrorized other races. But the once powerful kingdom crumbled into dust when Emre appeared and gave the mother gem to Cassiopeia, this gem was the key to the downfall of Etheria. The fact that Cassiopeia is the oldest living diwata, the first keeper of the mother gem and the first ruler of the diwatas made it possible for her to become a goddess in the future. She has been through many tests and has proved herself powerful enough to defy all odds, now she is on the final process of becoming a bathaluman herself, the answer was yes, it is possible for anyone to become a deity. Alena hoped for Cassiopeia’s success.

In memory of Hara Amihan

Danaya and the diwatas paid their respects and remembered Amihan once again. Hara Danaya was grateful for everything that Amihan did to restore peace in Encantadia, her sacrifice was truly something to be thanked for, but deep in their hearts, they were still longing for their beloved Hara. Muros comforted Danaya and reminded her that Amihan wouldn’t want to see her loved ones still mourning for her, instead, they should look at the bright side, the prizes of her sacrifice. Pirena continue to become a compassionate and kind diwata and at the same time a good ruler to Hathoria, Sapiro has become more progressive thanks to Rama Ybrahim’s wise leadership, everything Amihan did was truly worth it.

The road to becoming a sang’gre

King Ybrahim went to Lireo to visit his daughter, Danaya informed her that she and Mira were going through a test made by Cassiopeia, the queen assured him that the diwanis will be able to surpass their tests, Danaya invited Ybrahim to the guest room while the king waited for Lira. When Danaya and Ybrahim left, Alena showed up with Muyak, the pixie knew Alena hasn’t gotten over with Ybrahim (me: are you fuckin’ serious?!), Alena chose to avoid Ybrahim as much as possible to avoid tension or awkwardness between the two of them (me: somebody get me chocolate to calm my nerves please!).

Lira and Mira, riding a flying pashnea, hovering over a deserted place saw Awoo being attacked by insects. The princesses did not hesitate to land and help their old friend. Lira tried to swat them off but got stung by the insects, Mira tried to use her sword but it was useless, Lira then used her powerful voice in an attempt to help Awoo, the diwani successfully sent the insects away, truly, she has mastered how to use and manipulate her singing voice thanks to Alena’s tutelage. Lira and Mira bid goodbye to Awoo. Mira was happy to see her cousin and best friend smile again, Awoo is Alena and Amihan’s favorite pashnea, and Lira admitted that everytime she sees Awoo, she remembers Amihan. To prevent Lira from mourning for her mother again, Mira immediately dropped the topic. Not long after, a strange looking creature appeared, Lira tried to talk to the creature but the latter hurt her, thus it was time for Mira to act quickly and defeated the beast. The test was a piece of cake for both girls. But there was one test left, a pile of stones suddenly moved and turned into a beast, Lira remembered Hitano’s story and recognized the monster, the Mancao from Balaak. The diwanis attempted to defeat the Mancao using Lira’s power, then Mira’s skill in combat alternately, both had no effect against the creature. Lira and Mira decided to combine their forces and successfully took down the Mancao. Then the monster transformed, it was Cassiopeia in disguise all along. Cassiopeia spoke in En-chan and congratulated the diwanis for passing her test. Lira is now fluent in En-chan and even spoke to Cassiopeia in that language, the diwanis thanked Cassiopeia and went back to Lireo.

Through Imaw’s cane the elders saw how Lira and Mira passed their test, Hara Danaya commended her nieces Mira, now addressed as diwani of Hathoria, and Lira of Lireo for their hard work. As proud parents, Queen Pirena and King Ybrahim granted their daughters new shields as reward. Hara Danaya prepared a feast to celebrate the diwanis’ accomplishments.

The return of Queen Avria

It was about time.

Through Ether’s blood Avria was brought back to life, the Queen of Old Etheria still haven’t regained her full strength yet but Ether assured that she will once her “task” with Cassiopeia is done. Meanwhile, Evades visited Cassiopeia and warned her about his dream, about how Cassiopeia turned into a terrifying image of Ether, taking this as a bad omen, Cassiopeia must be more cautious now that she’s close to becoming a goddess herself. Back in Lireo, a dama found Alena watching over the mother gem and informed her that the diwanis has returned, Alena immediately left to welcome her nieces back. What they didn’t notice was a cloaked Encantada successfully entered the room and is attempting to get the mother gem.

Raves:

💎 YES! To the upgraded looks of the cast! I looooove the sang’gres’ new royal garments, they look more mature now which is appropriate in this timeline since Lira and Mira are most probably in their early twenties and the sisters and Ybrahim are most likely in their late 30s to early 40s (they were very young when the diwanis were born remember?). Loving the long hair of Ybrahim and his gold and brown garment, he kind of reminds me of a Korean king but it suits him really well, so excited of what’s gonna happen in this new season, and Jake Vargas will be joining the team pala. Also looking forward for Deshna’s first appearance!

🕸 Guys! I still have no idea who’s going to play Avria, I was expecting that they will reveal her now but damn, even if I take a closer look at her I still couldn’t figure out who she is!

💜💗 Cheers to our diwanis! They are still adorbs even as young adults, although I still see some hints about Lira still longing for her mom, glad that her sense of humor is still there, or…is it her defense mechanism to cope up with the pain? Also I loooove that black and silver color palette of Lira’s new warrior costume, it looks much lighter and I feel like Mikee is able to move more freely compared to her original purple and gold costume. That aside, it’s also twinning with Ybrahim’s kalasag, although I do not like her cape because it looks kinda off to me with all these black and silver colors, I would prefer a black cape instead of a blue green (or whatever that color is, I’m not good at describing colors sorry!) or they could have just simply excluded it. And Mira’s costume seems to be more Hathorian now, very fiery and badass just like her, and the concept seemed to be taken from Pirena 2005’s costume. Cheers to Lira for that powerful voice and kame-hame wave, while Mira slays in combat! Great job diwanis!

💚 Do you guys think Alena is interested on becoming a goddess? I’m quite curious, or is she thinking that Amihan could possibly become a bathaluman?

Rant:

😳 Oooookaaaaaay! So here’s the thought that has been bugging me: Danaya will vow to never conceive a child to give way for Lira to become queen, and since Mira is more likely to succeed mommy Pirena as queen of Hathoria in the future (unless Deshna claims her birthright), the Sapirian council will become worried that there will be no heir to the Sapirian throne thus they will pressure Ybrahim to marry in order to sire an heir, Ybrahim will be forced to get married (most likely Alena) and ta-daaa! Unhappy marriage. That’s my assumption, I am glad that Alena is trying to stay away from Ybrahim because Rama isn’t interested with her anyway, and god forbid if the AB story will take this route I will really, really be pissed! First, it’s unfair for both Ybrahim and Alena, second, it’s downgrading for Alena’s character, come on! A lot has changed in this version so why not change Alena’s story into a more inspiring and realistic one instead of an overly melodramatic and not to mention too cheesy story, it’s not gonna work except for the die hard fans. But for the rest of the Enca community it will be very irritating af. Alena’s pain has been long overdue, she has gotten over Kahlil’s death, why can’t she get over Ybrahim to think that their story lacked depth, even Kahlil’s conception was more of an “accident” than fated, I can’t even consider Kahlil as the fruit of AleBarro’s love since both parents were passed out when the boy was conceived, anyhoo, I just hate how they are writing Alena’s story in general, she can give so much more, she is a good mentor to Lira, and a strong pillar of Lireo, why can’t the writers focus on that aspect instead of her taking the same old first love never dies pattern?

Best performers for this episode: Mikee Quintos ⚡️

Kate Valdez 💥

Rating: 9 out of 10💎s

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