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really enjoying reading @son1c's snowpoint story :) heres a little fanart for it incl what sonic's treehouse looks like in my mind and hypnotized vs genuine feelings. (ft @autisticsonic's take on sonic's boots)
#plleeaaase pretend i drew their feet right on the boards <3 i forgetted. im a skier not a boarder#also idk why i think sonics treehouse is round. i think my brain likes round rooms???#the story is really cool you should check it out :) i went back through the tag to find refs and such#and umm hope i got teddy right </3 i think hes great i like to think of him#sonic the hedgehog#sonic ocs#fanart#sth#snowpoint au#shadow the hedgehog#teddy the bear#cherry the owl#jack the rabbit#doodles#id in alt text
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Finally got the rest of my brain rot out. @son1c
#snowpoint sonic#snowpoint au#sonic#sonic au#shadow the hedgehog#sonic the hedgehog#cherry the owl#Jack the rabbit#dr.starline#son1c#wnacn#my art#tw blood#i feeeeeeeel like i should tag the blood#sorry if that is a bit much lol#stress nose bleeds was like 1/3 of my childhood#first picture last panel: me trying to remember what i had for breakfast
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cherry the owl, sonic's "best friend" :]
#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#sth#sonic oc#scribbles#cherry the owl#my hands fought me the whole way they did not want to render this lol#starline made him look like tails on purpose though yes. :)#snowpoint sonic
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jolts out of bed, I MUST DRAW SNOWPOINT SONIC TODAY this did not take a day but it turned out better than i thought it would go check out @son1c !! they are the creator of this story and some of the ocs here!! i've been wanting to make a proper drawing of this for a while so im happy that i finally came around to, might make a actual rendered piece but we'll see
#nyuarttag#art#sth#sth fanart#my art#artwork#sonic the hedgehog#teddy the bear#jack the rabbit#cherry the owl#sun the bat#snowpoint sonic#snowpoint au#sonic au#NOT MY AU AND THE OCS FEATURED HERE DO NOT BELONG ME!!#please go support the creator... they are so cool and i love reading their rambles about their creations its so awesome :)
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Snowpoint Doddles!
Like I said, just some doddles of the SnowPoint AU!
The first: For that time Shadow tough asking for Chilidogs in the Snow Whisker Cafe would be enough to bring back some memories to Sonic (The plan failed and ended up eating some Snowdogs)
Second: One of the many times Honey lost it at the beginning of a snowboarding race, in company of Ris of course (Yup, Honey still aims for Jack to be the first place even after the brainwashing Starline did).
Third: Just some friends Hanging out!
And that's all. I have loved this AU that @son1c made so much! (Just as all their other AUs and art!). And of course I was happy to do something to show it a little.
#sonic the hedgehog#sonic#rdjworks#rdjdraws#snowpoint au#snowpoint sonic#shadow the hedgehog#Cherry the owl#Jack the rabbit#honey the husky#Ris the Snowcat#Whisky the mouse#Snow Whisker#This may be the last one since it's quite probably that I return to work tomorrow!#Literally learned how to draw Sonic and Shadow for this AU
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Silly little doodle ideas ft Cherry and Teddy from @son1c
They’re talking about shoes :3
#sylic art#digital drawing#digital art#artist on tumblr#others ocs#sonic art#sonic the hedghog fanart#tails prower#miles tails prower#cherry the owl#teddy the bear
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I love that I haven’t even finished Power Hour (the next part is coming! TLDR I adopted a cat and she’s taking up a lot of my time! She’s a cutie) but I already have an idea for a shorter comic.
Mabel sees the tension between Dean and Cas and she wants to play matchmaker and so she finds a flower that can be brewed into a tea and it will “reveal that which is hidden”. She thinks this means Dean and Cas will come clean about their feelings. She brews the tea and gives it to both of them, except Cas doesn’t drink it. “Too many molecules, but I appreciate the gesture.” Mabel isn’t sure what this means for the spell, but she hopes it works!
The next day Dean wakes up and pats Sam on the arm… and in his head he hears Sam’s voice “Jesus he stinks, hope he’s headed for the shower.” Dean is confused but he calls Sam a bitch and thinks nothing of it. Sam is also confused. Later Dean runs into Steven fixing up his car. Dean is happy to help and as he brushes against Steven’s shoulder he hears Steven’s voice this time “I’m so embarrassed, my dad lived in his van for how many years and I don’t know anything about cars. I can’t let Dean know that.” Dean flinches. Okay now it’s weird. He goes to Luz and Amity. He asks them if they can detect spells/curses/hexes. Neither of them are proficient in oracle magic but they can try. Amity grabs Dean’s hand and he hears “Maybe if he didn’t fight so many witches in the past he wouldn’t need to be worried about getting cursed.” She tells him she can’t detect anything.
Finally he’s back at his hotel and Cas is there reading a book. Cas asks him if everything is okay and Dean doesn’t reveal anything, just flops down onto the bed and sighs dramatically. Then Dean feels Cas’s reassuring hand on his back. Then he hears his voice “I hate seeing Dean like this, I wish there were a way to lift his spirits. He has a beautiful smile.” Dean’s eyes snap open and he looks at Cas wide eyed. Cas does his little head tilt and asks if everything’s okay. Dean just nods.
Yes this is based off of Cherry Magic, I just watched it and became obsessed with it
#I just think Dean hearing Cas’s thoughts would be so validating#cas hearing Dean’s thoughts would just be sad LMAO#Dean is just self deprecating all the time#destiel#power hour#supernatural#spn#the owl house#steven universe#gravity falls#au#crossover#cherry magic
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you should sleep with the light on
#lilith clawthorne#the owl house#toh lilith#the emperors coven#toh fanart#myart#the owl house fanart#CHOKEHOLD CHERRY PYTHON
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watching and dreaming more like crying and screaming
#the owl house#the owl house spoilers#toh spoilers#watching and dreaming#watching and dreaming spoilers#toh s3#toh#cherri’s tea
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Why is someone always dead. Can’t we have a comic where all the batfam is alive and doing shit together. Like fighting crime and stuff and it’s a normal plot but like just everyone is there.
Bc it’s always like all of the kids but then Bruce is dead.
Or it’s Bruce and all his kids except Tim because he’s dead.
Or Damian because he’s dead.
Or Jason because he’s dead.
Or Steph because she’s dead.
Or it’s all the kids but not Bruce because he ran way and not Tim because he’s dead.
Or Jason because he’s dead.
Or Dick because he’s Ric which is basically like being dead.
#like can they all just be alive together? and then like idk go beat the fuck out of the Joker and the Court Of Owls#this isn’t in order but I think ending with ric is more funny#anyway I need like 15 of those maraschino cherries#dc comics#batman comics#batfamily#the batfamily#batfam#bruce wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#duke thomas#cass cain#stephanie brown#barbara gordon
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Here is my final piece of art for Pride Month! Was given a ton of ships over on Twitter to draw, and I’m proud of how these turned out! Happy Pride everyone!
#steven universe#the owl house#hazbin hotel#lego monkie kid#adventure time#bubbline#lumity#chaggie#cherricake#shadowpeach#mystery girl x Pearl#mystery girl#my art#artists on tumblr#digitalart#procreate#fanart#cherri bomb#luz noceda#amity blight#charlie morningstar#vaggie#pearl steven universe#marceline#princess bubblegum#bonnibel bubblegum#Velvette#bisexual#lesbian#homosexual
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guys look at the sillies!!!
they're walking to school together :3
SOOO this is a redraw of the first (ish) digital art I made/posted on my twitter back in april 2022. it was on ms paint. please don't judge to harshly lmao
i'll probably redraw this again next year, make it a sort of tradition. but its cool to see how much i've grown since then. (except for the raeda obsession. i'm never growing out of that)
#raphs ramblings#my art#the owl house#toh#raeda#toh fanart#eda clawthorne x raine whispers#owl house#raine whispers#the owl house fanart#eda clawthorne#eda the owl lady#toh eda#eda x raine#raine x eda#edalyn clawthorne#toh raine#raine whispers x eda clawthorne#raine the owl house#raine my beloved#edas such a flustered mess its hilarious#Raine just hides it better#Don't judge the old art#Pretty please#with a cherry on top#If youre still reading this go drink some water
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me and who.
#toh#the owl house#huntlow#willow x hunter#winter#cherry crush webtoon#cherry crush#cherie cherry crush#crush cherry crush#cherie x crush#ME AND WHOO
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@cl-sasharcyzine Limeade Preorders are opening tomorrow!!! All proceedings will be donated to care for Gaza. So many talented writers and artists are in this zine and I can't recommend it enough!
#mood owl does art#mood-owl art#sasha waybright#marcy wu#cl zine#cherry limeade#sasharcy zine#amphibia#amphibia fanart
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#the owl house#aladarius#deltarune#undertale#utdr#asgorudy#seavil#adventure time#kara x frieda#ok ko#radmond#monster high g3#dracugoona#animal crossing#cherry x goldie#teen titans go#cyrob#dickvic#raven x rose#ddlc#doki doki literature club#natsuri#my posts
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Trick or Treat!
WELL this is later than I said it would be, but better late than never!
Overgrown Memories
Rating: Teen, Gen
Terra erased memories, memories Phoenix wants back.
Or, at least, he thought he did.
“Here.” Jason handed Evelyn a walkie-talkie. “From Luz. It’ll make staying in touch easier. Just push this button here…” he tapped the speaking button, and the walkie-talkie screeched. “Ah! Well, wait for us to be further away. I promise they work.”
“I believe you.” Evelyn turned to Phoenix. “Are you sure about this?”
He nodded. “I know Belos had my memories of Petro erased. I want to—I need to know if he took anything else from me. I want to trust my own memories again.”
“Even though it means Cherry and Jason will see everything?”
Phoenix’s eyes fixed on the two of them, and the level-headed certainty behind them made Jason shiver. “There’s no one I’d trust more.”
A warm glow sparked in Jason’s chest. Phoenix had come such a long way. He just hoped that he and Cherry could help. Sure, Cherry had been in a mindscape before, and Jason had gotten second-hand information about Terra’s memory-wiping brew from his friends, but they still had no idea how the tea worked inside of the mindscape. Raine had tried to help, but since they’d only really taken about a dose before figuring out Terra’s game, they didn’t have much more information.
Evelyn drew a golden spell circle, and Phoenix dropped backwards into bed like a bag of rocks, his face oddly peaceful. Evelyn’s attention turned to Cherry and Jason. “And are you two sure about this? We don’t know what you might find in there. Seeing someone’s innermost memories and thoughts can be… I don’t want…”
A grim smile twitched across Cherry’s face. “Believe me. I am the last person to judge what someone’s done in their past.”
“Nothing could make me think less of Phoenix,” Jason declared, “Whatever we see in there—it won’t change anything.” That, he was certain of. Everyone had a history they didn’t like talking about when it came to their time as the golden guard. Jason could count the number of things he knew about Cherry’s past on one hand. But at the end of the day, it always came back to Belos. And how could Jason hold that against anyone?
Evelyn took a deep breath. “Alright. Remember to keep an eye out for the Inner Phoenix—this is something Phoenix wants, so his inner self is likely to be helpful. Let me know when you’re done.”
Jason held Cherry’s hand tight while the room around them collapsed into golden magic. When the floating lights cleared, they stood in a swamp. Sunlight filtered through mangrove tree branches, making the dark water sparkle, and Jason could swear that something in the trees was breathing.
“Huh.” Cherry tilted his head. “This isn’t like Petro’s mindscape. There’s a lot more li—
A dark blur shot past Jason, slamming into Cherry and sending him flying backwards in a spray of muddy water.
“Cherry!”
Jason whirled around. Some… thing stood atop Cherry’s chest, growling. Jason’s eyes seemed to slide off it every time he tried to look, but he managed to catch several glowing blue eyes, and his heart stuttered in his chest.
Is that…?
“Down. Down!”
Phoenix ran past Jason, wrapping his arms around the thing and dragging it away from Cherry.
“No—it’s okay, it’s okay. They’re here to help. Shshshshshhhhhhh…”
Jason ran to help Cherry up, shaking the lingering panic away. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” Cherry said breathlessly, “Just—took me by surprise.”
Jason turned to face the Inner Phoenix. He seemed almost… unreal, glowing in a way that made him look less substantial, despite how solidly he’d hauled Cherry’s attacker away. The creature crouched—at least, Jason thought it was crouching—behind him, snarling softly. “Is that…?”
“The curse,” Inner Phoenix confirmed, “Ever since the whole… well, it’s a little defensive about other people showing up in my mind. We’ve got an understanding, though.” Inner Phoenix gave the curse a soothing pat. “It’ll leave you alone as long as you’re with me. I think.”
“So—you know why we’re here?” Cherry asked, “Can you help us?”
“Yes, and yes. I know exactly which memory is the problem. Follow me.”
Inner Phoenix and the Curse took off. Inner Phoenix’s feet sat atop the water of the swamp, while the curse seemed to delight in sinking down, bounding through the liquid in pounces. Jason took the walk a little slower. Photograph memories sat nestled in the tangled roots of mangrove trees, protected by the thick wood like a cage.
“Oh!” Jason grabbed Cherry’s arm, pointing at a picture of a stocked dining room, and a heavily-bandaged Phoenix lurking uncomfortably in the background of his own memory. “Look—it’s when he met us.”
Inner Phoenix smiled fondly. “We were so awkward.”
The curse nudged the memory, all of its eyes swiveling to look back and forth between the memory and Jason, then Cherry. A ripple spread across the water, accompanied by a low rumble, and the curse nudged Jason’s hand like a griffin seeking pats.
“I told you they were friends,” Inner Phoenix said, amusement playing across his face, “Don’t slow down. We need to go further in.
As they walked, the trees grew thicker, their branches spreading shadows over the pictures they housed. Jason caught a glimpse of gold armor, and he understood immediately why the pictures were hidden. He stared studiously at the water swirling around his ankles. Phoenix trusted him to be here—he wouldn’t break that trust by breaking into the memories Terra hadn’t squirreled away. No matter how curious he was.
The curse seemed at odds with itself here, slipping through the memories with ease, yet at the same time, avoiding touching any of them. Jason remembered what Phoenix had told him about the curse before—how it was a little bit of destroyed palisman, a little bit of Belos, and a little bit of Phoenix, all rolled up and mixed into something new. Jason wondered if being in these memories—one of them that he quickly looked away from involved green palisman blood—affected the curse.
“It can’t be easy for it, seeing the person it came from,” Jason whispered to Cherry, nodding to the curse, “I mean, it remembers things from Belos, but it also remembers being Phoenix, and the palisman. If what Phoenix says is true, it’s scared of something that’s also a part of it. Poor little guy.”
A smile crossed Cherry’s face. “Leave it to you to empathize with a curse,” he teased gently. Jason stuck his tongue out.
“We’re here,” Inner Phoenix announced. Flowers and vines curled around the roots of this tree, nearly blocking the photograph completely. Jason caught a glimpse of a throne, white and gold shining through. Inner Phoenix’s hands clenched.
“I know this isn’t right,” he murmured, “I know it isn’t true. I saw the real thing myself, and I remember seeing the real thing happen. But this is… still here. It’s like trying to put a square peg in a hole that can’t decide which shape it wants to be.”
Cherry put a hand on Inner Phoenix’s shoulder. “We’re going to fix it,” he promised, “Jason? Let’s see what we’re working with.”
The surface of the photograph rippled like water when Cherry climbed in, and Jason found himself holding his breath as he passed through. He found Cherry on the other side looking at the frame they’d come through.
“That’s different than Petro’s,” he remarked calmly, “Good to know that we can get back out on our own without waiting for the memory to end.”
Jason’s breath caught in his throat. “Oh—there he is!”
Jason was used to Phoenix towering over him. He hadn’t expected a smaller, skinnier version, scrapes, bruises, and dirt smudging his skin. The kid in front of him was unscarred, but had a similar perpetually-worried on his face. Jason reached out, wishing he could take pre-teen Phoenix by the hand and tell him everything would be alright. But his hand fell through his shoulder, and the little Phoenix scrambled over a fence like he wasn’t there.
“Petro’s waiting in that alley,” Cherry murmured, “He tries to kill Phoenix.”
Jason jumped over the fence, watching out for any sign of the rogue grimwalker, even knowing there was nothing he could do to stop him. But all he saw was Phoenix, climbing on top of garbage cans and reaching for the nearest roof. Jason smelled a sweet scent, something familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. Little Phoenix scrambled up on top of the garbage cans, reaching for a ball, reaching and falling. He landed on his arm with a sickening crack.
Rose petals. The smell is rose petals, Jason realized, and the memory blurred. Little Phoenix sat in a healing clinic, his arm in a sling. Coven scouts flanked the door, and moments later, Belos walked in. Even knowing he was nothing but a memory, Jason’s gut clenched at the sight of him. Belos called Phoenix special, told him that he’d been looking for him for such a long time, and Jason wanted to scream, wanted to tell Phoenix to run, to do anything but smile in a happy, confused way, and accept Belos’ offer to join the emperor’s coven. Cherry’s hand found his.
The memory blurred over again, the smell of rose petals so thick it clogged Jason’s nose. Phoenix knelt at Belos’ feet, telling him in a sad, but not terrified way how he’d failed to capture a group of wild witches. He apologized, but before he could explain any further, Belos lashed out, and Phoenix reeled backwards, clutching his eye. Cherry’s hand squeezed Jason’s, and Jason looked up to see a roiling mix of pain and anger glinting in Cherry’s good eye. Jason leaned against him. He’d always heard how Belos had treated the others, how he’d lashed out for mistakes, but it was another thing entirely to see it play out in front of him.
“This isn’t right,” Cherry said in a clipped voice, “The memories in Petro’s mind didn’t fade in and out like this.”
Jason tapped his nose. “The rose scent.” The words rolled out easily. Anything to avoid talking about what they’d just seen. “Didn’t Terra used to call Phoenix ‘Rosebud?’”
“They’re definitely connected,” Cherry agreed, “Let’s go back. See what we can figure out.”
Inner Phoenix was already pacing back and forth when they exited, the curse on his heels. “It’s not real,” he growled to himself, “It didn’t happen, it’s fine if they see—oh! Did you find anything useful?”
“Not much we didn’t already know.” Cherry studied the tree. “Have these flowers always been here?”
Inner Phoenix’s eyes flicked to the side. “Hard to say. Why?”
“Well—” Jason knelt to examine the flowers. “Isn’t it odd that they’re only on this memory, and not on most of the others? They definitely didn’t grow on the recent memories, from after Phoenix died.” He wrapped a hand around one of the flowers. “Surely it can’t be this easy,” he murmured, and ripped it out by the roots. The other flowers seemed to shudder and shrink away from Jason’s hand as he reached for them.
So I’m right, he thought grimly, and pulled away more and more of the growth. Cherry fell in beside him, tearing up flowers. Bit by bit, the roots of the tree reappeared.
“Make sure you get them by the roots,” Jason advised. Cherry didn’t have the same experience he did. He knew from hours spent with Mole in the garden that ripping away the petals, stems, and leaves wouldn’t be enough. The flowers needed to be gone, or they’d just sprout again the moment Cherry and Jason left.
Jason pointed at the growing pile of flowers. “Is there a way to get rid of them completely? There’s a risk they’ll re-root themselves if we just leave them here.”
Inner Phoenix picked a flower up, shrugged, and tossed it at the curse. The flower sank into its mass, dissolving as it went. Jason blinked, unease tugging at the back of his mind. “Is that… safe?” he asked.
“It eats magic. It’ll be fine. Might even keep it satisfied for a bit, which is good for all of us.”
Cherry tore out the last of the flowers. A long root tugged out of the ground, unwinding itself from the tree. As Cherry pulled, the photo in the tree changed—instead of a throne room, an alleyway appeared. Belos was replaced with an angry Petro.
Cherry tossed the flower to the side. “I’ll check to make sure the whole memory is correct.” He held one palm out to stop Jason. “Stay out here? I know you can handle yourself, but it’s… it’s a rough memory. No reason to make you see it if you don’t have to.”
Jason nodded and watched Cherry disappear into the memory. Annoyance tugged the corners of his lips into a frown. He didn’t need to be babied. But at the same time… Cherry had seen this memory before. It would be the least intrusive to Phoenix if Cherry was the only one to see it again now. Jason perched on a tree root to wait, taking turns with Inner Phoenix tossing flowers to the curse.
“It didn’t use to be like this.” Inner Phoenix gestured at the swamp. “Used to be pine trees and dry ground.”
“What happened?” Jason could guess, but he got the feeling it was a story Inner Phoenix wanted to tell.
“Curse showed up. Everything started getting muddier. When we started taking the elixir…” Inner Phoenix nodded to the water. “What do you think that is?”
Jason scooped up the water in his hands, examining it. When he held the liquid to the light, it shimmered with a golden sheen. “Oh. And the trees?”
“They adapted. Or they’d have been lost.” Inner Phoenix hissed out. “A lot of damage could have been done. It almost was done—our memories started to get overwritten by Belos’.”
“That’s how Phoenix and Mom found Ghost,” Jason remembered.
“Yeah. But it could have been worse. What happened when we went berserk and mauled those coven scouts? That could have been all the time.”
Jason shuddered. Phoenix had learned to live with the curse—he’d even learned how to use it sometimes, although the effort always wore him out. He didn’t like thinking about how badly it could have gone. How badly it could still go if Phoenix slipped up.
Cherry clambered back out of the frame just as Inner Phoenix tossed the last flower at the curse. “Seems to be alright. Have you seen any other memories covered in flowers like this one?”
Inner Phoenix glanced over his shoulder. “Not covered. I’ve seen a few flowers sprouting in places, though—you should check those memories out before you leave. This way.”
He drifted further in, and Cherry followed. Jason hopped off the roots, but before he could splash his way after them, he felt something cold and slimy nudge his hand. He recoiled on instinct, then immediately felt guilty as all of the curse’s eyes drooped.
“Sorry.”
It nudged him again, then backed away, heading the opposite direction as Cherry and Inner Phoenix. After a few feet, it stopped, looking at him expectantly. Trotted up and nudged his hand again. Glided back, watching him with its glowing blue eyes.
Jason glanced after Cherry and Inner Phoenix, a call humming in his throat, but something in the curse’s eyes told him it wanted to keep this secret. He climbed back onto the Petro memory’s roots, hopping quietly from one tree to the next to avoid splashing in the water and alerting Inner Phoenix that he’d gone the opposite way. Cherry would notice he was missing before long, but hopefully Jason could resolve this before he caught up. Or at least convince the curse that Cherry would help.
The curse flitted through the trees, and like a silent shadow, Jason followed. More and more memories showed gold and white—they were headed back into Phoenix’s time as the golden guard. For a brief moment, Jason wondered if following a volatile curse further into a hostile area on his own was really the best decision, but before he could think too hard about it, the curse halted in front of a memory so overgrown with flowers, Jason almost wasn’t sure he’d be able to get through the frame. How had Inner Phoenix missed this one? Or—no. That wasn’t the right question. Why had the curse felt the need to show Jason the memory without Inner Phoenix there?
“I need to go in to see what the corrupted version is,” Jason whispered. He was almost certain that Inner Phoenix and Cherry were mind-miles away, but still. The patches of sunlight here were few and far between, and goosebumps coated his arms. “Is that okay?”
The curse slithered to circle the tree’s trunk, its many eyes watching the swamp in all possible directions. Jason took that as permission, and stepped through the frame.
Phoenix swept through the hallways of a building Jason had never lived to see, but knew from keeping an eye on Hunter. The keep. Phoenix walked stiffly, professionally, and his mask hid any expression, but Jason watched him tug out a lock of hair, twist the strands between his fingers, tuck the hair back, and repeat three or four times, a nervous tic Jason knew well. He finally pushed open a massive set of doors. Jason followed inside, wishing once again that Phoenix knew he was there, but knowing the memory had to play out as it had happened. Or—rather—as it had been corrupted to appear.
Phoenix knelt. He’d grown since the last memory—this was the full-sized, hulking Phoenix that Jason had come to know. But in this throne room with its high-arching walls, at the foot of a dais housing a cold stone throne, he seemed just as small as he had back in the alleyway. The doors swung shut behind him.
Belos leaned forward on his throne. “Good news?”
Phoenix removed his mask, but didn’t speak for a long moment. “Sir,” he started tentatively.
“Ah. Less good news, I see.” Belos sighed, seeming almost more… boredly disappointed than angry. Nothing like he’d been in the corrupted memory before. “Let’s have it.”
“The escaped prisoners, they… they got into the lower levels of the Conformatorium. We tracked them down, but they’d released the prisoners down there as well.” Phoenix’s voice turned brisk, businesslike, stating facts quickly and efficiently. “Most of the squadron was decimated the moment they tried to cast a spell, and the magic of my staff was destroyed as well. I managed to physically restrain one of the original escapees, but the rest were able to flee unhindered.” Phoenix took a deep breath. “Sir, if I may… why are we keeping basilisks alive?”
“You may not. Still.” Something like cruel amusement laced Belos’ voice. “I’m surprised you know what they are.”
A sour taste filled Jason’s mouth at the dismissive words, and the tips of Phoenix’s ears turned pink. “With all due respect, Uncle, they’re dangerous creatures. Even only the three we had detained could wreck havoc on the population—”
“Which is why you should not have failed to apprehend them, hm?”
“S-sir. Yes. I’m simply thinking. Perhaps—instead of recapturing them, lethal force may—”
“No.” Belos stood. “You will bring them alive.”
“Understood. Another concern—where did they come from? I thought basilisks were extinct.”
“You are an unexpected bastion of knowledge today, aren’t you? It’s nothing you need worry about.”
“But if there’s a surviving nest somewhere, then—"
Belos turned away. “It doesn’t concern you, Hunter.”
“Or, if not a nest, then someone’s managed to bring… them… ba…” Phoenix looked up at Belos, his careful mask of calm politeness slipping into horror. “You didn’t. How did you even-?”
Jason had never really gotten used to just how fast Belos could move when he wanted to. He didn’t even see the turn—one moment Belos stood with his back to Phoenix, and the next, Phoenix was sent skidding backwards in a spatter of blood on tile, clutching his side, and Belos faced him, arm extended in a long blade. Jason put a hand to his mouth.
He’ll be okay, he reminded himself, he makes it out of this.
Belos looked coldly down at Phoenix. The scent of roses hung heavy in the air. “Take care of that,” Belos said dismissively, “Then find your missing prisoners.”
“Sir,” Phoenix choked. The memory blurred into a haze of pink petals so thick Jason almost couldn’t breathe. They’d known about the memory with Petro—they knew how badly it must have been altered to cut Petro out completely. But this? What was being hidden? What had happened? And why was Terra’s influence even heavier here than it had been in the last one?
The flower petals settled, and Phoenix stood in an empty training room with Darius. He didn’t wear his armor—of course he didn’t. A cloak could be easily replaced. The armor Belos must have broken in order to wound Phoenix would take more time to repair or replace. Jason’s eyes picked up the lump under Phoenix’s shirt that denoted where the bandages must be, but Darius didn’t seem to notice. Rose petals still drifted around the corners of the room, and the air was sickly sweet with their scent.
Phoenix twirled a staff in his hands. The movement was slow, sluggish. Jason caught a mishandling that almost dropped the staff, but Phoenix recovered the rhythm quickly. “Right, then. Come at me.”
Darius grinned, dropped into a puddle, and reappeared behind Phoenix. Phoenix blocked easily, turning his body so that even if Darius did land a hit, it wouldn’t hit his injured side. On and on they went, exchanging blows, Phoenix just quick enough to block Darius but never enough to land his own attack.
Darius feinted. The flick of his eyes told Jason where he intended to strike but Phoenix fell for it’ Darius’ abomination-coated fist swung into Phoenix’s injured side. Phoenix dropped his staff, and fell to his knees, clutching his side. Darius laughed, triumph in his eyes that quickly dropped to horror when Phoenix cried out.
“Hey—you’re joking, right? You’re exagger—” Darius caught Phoenix’s shoulders as he pitched forward. Blood seeped through his shirt, and he groaned. Darius let him slump against his shoulder, his pupils frantic pinpricks.
“Help!” he called, “Somebody—call a healer!”
The rosepetals swirled around again as Phoenix’s eyes drooped shut, and he lost consciousness. Jason stumbled backwards, tripping over the frame of the memory.
Strong arms caught him, and Cherry’s face peered down at him. “Hey—are you alright?”
Behind him, Inner Phoenix paced back and forth. “You shouldn’t have gone in there,” he muttered, “You shouldn’t have—you shouldn’t have—”
Jason lurched back to his feet. “Something’s very wrong with that memory. Terra’s practically rewritten the whole thing.” He reached for one of the blooms, but before he could make contact, Inner Phoenix’s hand closed around his wrist.
“Don’t.”
Jason slowly pulled his hand back. “This is what he asked,” he said quietly, “Phoenix didn’t ask us to just fix the Petro memory. He wanted us to fix any corrupted memories.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking to do. He doesn’t know what he’s asking for. Leave this one.”
“It’s better to know,” Cherry argued, “Whatever happened, Phoenix can handle it.”
“No! You can’t do this to him—and you can’t see it. You wouldn’t—you wouldn’t understand!”
“Whatever happened—” Jason started, but before he could reassure Inner Phoenix, the projection reached towards the curse.
“I won’t let you,” he hissed. The curse shuffled nervously, but leaned into the touch, twisting around Inner Phoenix and sinking over him like a second skin. Wings covered in eyes sprouted from his back, and his hands turned to claws. The water around his feet bubbled and hissed. The eyes on the creature’s wings blinked mournfully at Jason, as if to say, I tried to warn you.
Xxx
Evelyn rubbed her temples with a sigh. How long should this be taking? She was almost certain Cherry and Phoenix hadn’t been in Petro’s mind for half as much time.
Phoenix mumbled something incomprehensible, and Evelyn spotted sweat beading his forehead. She’d known the memories they’d uncover wouldn’t be friendly, but it hadn’t occurred to her that Phoenix might remember them now in nightmares. She reached for his hand, but it squelched against her skin, and she recoiled. Phoenix’s arms roiled, the flesh shifting to mud and back again almost too quickly to tell which phase they were in. Evelyn reached for her walkie-talkie.
“What’s going on in there?”
Xxx
Cherry sized up Monster Phoenix. “You don’t want to do this,” he said quietly, “You know what happened in Petro’s mind when he challenged me. It didn’t end well for him.”
Inner Phoenix nodded to his claws. “He didn’t have help.”
The walkie-talkie clipped to Jason’s belt crackled to life.
“What’s going on in there?” Evelyn’s voice asked over the speaker, “Are you two okay?”
All of Phoenix’s eyes darted to the walkie-talkie. “This is your last chance,” he said softly, “Get out. Leave this memory behind.”
Cherry crossed his arms. “Or what? You’ll kill us? You think Phoenix will be able to live with that?”
“I guess we’ll find out.”
“Jason? Cherry?” the walkie asked.
Cherry nodded to Jason. “Take care of the memory. I’ll deal with him.”
Monster Phoenix lunged. Cherry grabbed his wrist and twisted him around to hold his arms crossed against his chest in one fluid motion.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he grunted, “Nobody here wants to hurt Phoenix. Just let—us—help.”
Jason pressed the walkie-talkie button. “We ran into a bit of trouble. Don’t worry. Cherry’s handling it. We’ll let you know if we need out.”
For a long moment, the walkie-talkie said nothing. Its crackle back to life sounded almost like a sigh. “Be careful. Let me know the moment you think you can’t handle it.”
“Will do.”
Jason turned his attention on the flowers. He didn’t have the time to be careful with this one—Cherry had Inner Phoenix pinned for now, but that couldn’t last. Jason tore up the flowers with wild abandon. He still made sure to dig out the roots, but now he barely cared about the amount of soil he was churning up.
Mole would kill me if he saw this, he thought ruefully, but it did the job. The last flower ripped free, and Jason took a deep breath.
Let’s see what’s been hiding behind Terra.
“NO!” Inner Phoenix howled, but there was nothing he could do. Jason stepped over the frame.
Once again, Phoenix swept through the halls of the keep. Once again, Phoenix tugged nervously on his hair before entering the throne room. Once again, Phoenix knelt, and the doors soundlessly swung shut behind him.
Belos leaned forward on his throne. “Good news?”
Phoenix removed his mask, and Jason waited, counting down the seconds before he spoke. “Sir,” he started tentatively.
“Ah. Less good news, I see.” Belos sighed with that same bored disappointment. “Let’s have it.”
“The escaped prisoners, they… they got into the lower levels of the Conformatorium. We tracked them down, but they’d released the prisoners down there as well.” Phoenix’s voice turned brisk, businesslike, stating facts quickly and efficiently. Jason examined him closely. Was there a wobble? Did he know what was coming? “Most of the squadron was decimated the moment they tried to cast a spell, and the magic of my staff was destroyed as well. I managed to physically restrain one of the original escapees, but the rest were able to flee unhindered.” Phoenix took a deep breath. “Sir, if I may… why are we keeping basilisks alive?”
“You may not. Still.” Definitely-cruel amusement laced Belos’ voice. Did he already know what he was going to do? Was it planned? “I’m surprised you know what they are.”
Hearing the casual dismissal wasn’t any easier the second time around, and the tips of Phoenix’s ears turned pink once again. Jason shot Belos a dirty look he knew the memory couldn’t see. “With all due respect, Uncle, they’re dangerous creatures. Even only the three we had detained could wreck havoc on the population—”
“Which is why you should not have failed to apprehend them, hm?”
“S-sir. Yes. I’m simply thinking. Perhaps—instead of recapturing them, lethal force may—”
“No.” Belos stood. “You will bring them alive.”
Where did this memory change? When had he first noticed the smell of rose petals?
“Understood. I have another concern—where did they come from? I thought basilisks were extinct.”
“You are an unexpected bastion of knowledge today, aren’t you? It’s nothing you need worry about.”
“But if there’s a surviving nest somewhere, then—"
Belos turned away. “It doesn’t concern you, Hunter.”
“Or, if not a nest, then someone’s managed to bring… them… ba…” Phoenix looked up at Belos, his careful mask of calm politeness slipping into horror. “You didn’t. How did you even-?”
Even though Jason knew it was coming, he barely caught the attack—and like Belos’ cruel taunts, it wasn’t any easier to see the second time around.
Shards of shattered gold dropped to the ground, but too many more lodged in Phoenix’s side. Still, Phoenix only took a step back, biting down on one leather glove while the other hand moved to cover his wounds.
This was where the change happened, Jason realized. What was it about this that Inner Phoenix was so determined not to remember?
“The risks—” Phoenix tried, and although his tone was determined, his voice already wavered with weakness from the attack.
Before he could say another word, Belos’ hand closed around his face. His eyes glowed feverishly blue, an expression of malicious glee that Jason had never seen before lighting up his face. “You really are too foolish to know when to shut up, aren’t you?” His grip tightened with his words, and Jason flinched at the sound of Phoenix’s jaw cracking.
Phoenix stumbled back with a cry. Belos flowed down from the dais, gliding behind Phoenix and putting a hand on his shoulder before he could take another step towards the door. “I didn’t dismiss you,” he hissed.
He’s playing with him.
Belos’ hand squeezed Phoenix’s shoulder so hard that Jason’s own shoulder ached in sympathy. The emperor pushed down, forcing Phoenix to one knee.
“That’s better. I am your emperor—show some respect.”
Something lit in Phoenix’s eyes, something desperate and hopeless all at the same time. He stayed genuflecting, even when Belos released him and returned to his dais. Quiet desperation flickered across his face, an expression Jason knew in the sickness of his stomach.
Stay still. Hope if you play along, he’ll let you go.
How many grimwalkers knew that lesson like the back of their hand? It was one thing to know. It was another to watch Phoenix huddle in half-worship, his blood slowly dripping in a puddle beneath him.
Phoenix started to sway slightly, and slowly, a horrifying realization hit Jason—Belos wasn’t going to let him go. He wasn’t just playing with him—he was going to let Phoenix die slowly in front of him, kneeling the whole time. He’d dropped any pretense of kindness, hadn’t bothered with any lie that this was Phoenix’s fault for trigging the curse—how had Jason not realized it sooner?
But this wasn’t right—Jason knew what had happened to Phoenix. He knew that Phoenix had confronted Belos about previous golden guards, had been blasted with artificial magic and tossed into Belos’ graveyard pit. He couldn’t die here.
Just as the thought crossed Jason’s mind, the door swung open with a bam, and young Darius strode in like he owned the palace. If Jason hadn’t been so scared what the interruption would cost him, Darius’ familiar confidence would have been comforting.
“You are late—” he started to complain, then stopped dead, his eyes widening and his face turning ashen as he took in the scene in front of him. The moment the doors opened, Phoenix collapsed completely, his cloak soaking up the red on the floor.
Immediately, Belos’ whole demeanor shifted. Jason caught the barest hint of annoyance on his face before he gasped, breathing raggedly and clutching his chest. “Ah—hah—quickly now—the assassins will get away—”
Darius dropped next to Phoenix, gripping his hand. Jason saw Phoenix’s blood-stained fingers twitch slightly, as if trying to squeeze his hand back. Darius’ eyes widened, and he pulled Phoenix’s cloak off, cramming the material into the gash. “He’s still alive!”
Jason wanted to scream at the fake concern plastered onto Belos’ face. “Then find him a healer at once. The golden guard must live.”
Darius nodded, summoning an abomination that scooped Phoenix up easily. The abomination marched out, but Darius lingered at the door. “Sir, will you be… should I…?”
Another slight twitch of the mouth that Jason recognized as irritation. But Belos shook his head. “Leave. The attempt has passed. My guards can handle my protection.”
Jason followed Darius away, the details of the keep turning fuzzier and harder to keep track of as Phoenix slipped in and out of consciousness. Jason’s own mind wasn’t any clearer. He still couldn’t find a reason that Inner Phoenix wanted this memory changed. It had been hard to watch—Jason could only imagine how the memory would hurt Phoenix. But it wasn’t any different from the many other times Belos had tried to kill Phoenix. Surely it wasn’t worse than the memory of Petro killing Phoenix’s only friend in front of him. But Inner Phoenix had been fine with that memory being restored.
The world came into sharp focus as Phoenix howled, his hand twitching like he wanted to lash out while a healer cleaned his wound. Darius sat huddled and quiet in a corner, his coven-scout robes stained with Phoenix’s blood. That was another inconsistency—why change how Darius had found out? Why make a memory that Darius could easily dispute? Why turn the memory into something that put Darius at some kind of fault, even if only a little, when Darius had saved Phoenix’s life in reality?
One by one, the healers disappeared, and only Darius was left, keeping careful watch. Jason winced. He knew from Evelyn that when faced with big, life-threatening injuries, it was best to leave smaller injuries alone, and to focus on the most pressing issue first. He knew healing took time, even aided by magic. That didn’t make seeing Phoenix’s swollen, purple jaw any easier, nor did it make seeing the obvious bandages beneath a hospital gown hurt any less.
Now that the healers were gone, Darius moved his chair closer to Phoenix, taking his hand again. This time, Phoenix’s fingers closed around Darius’, and he watched his student with half-closed, but grateful eyes. The hospital room started to blur just as the keep had, but Jason couldn’t smell roses.
Splat
Splat
Splat
The sound echoed clear in Jason’s ear, and the room sharpened back into focus as Phoenix’s eyes slowly dragged themselves to the ceiling. Cursed mud dripped slowly from the ceiling, landing in a splash on Darius’ hand. Darius had fallen asleep, head resting on the edge of Phoenix’s bed, and didn’t notice a thing. But Phoenix’s breathing sped up, and he knocked Darius’ hand off the bed, out of the mud’s path.
Darius woke with a start, blinking blearily. He rubbed his eyes, and Jason noticed the mud was gone. Had Phoenix imagined it? Or had Belos removed himself before Darius could see?
“The healers said not to talk,” Darius said immediately, “They don’t want you to move your jaw too much.” He sat up. “So… assassins, huh?” Darius’ eyes darted quickly across Phoenix’s face, as if looking for something.
He doesn’t believe the story Belos told, Jason realized, He has doubts. Phoenix realized it too, based on the consternated face he made. He slowly gave Darius a thumbs-up.
“Yes, you’re lucky to be alive.”
Belos swept into the hospital room, seeming to loom and fill the space completely. Darius jumped up, snapping a salute. One gloved hand rested on Darius’ shoulder. “Your student was quite brave, rushing into the throne room. Without him, you’d be dead.”
To an outsider—and to Darius—the words and the gesture would sound like praise. But Jason and Phoenix both knew what he really meant. Darius had gotten in Belos’ way. And there would be consequences.
Darius blushed. “I didn’t know about the assassins—I didn’t even know the emperor was in there. A couple of scouts told me you were alone in the throne room. I wouldn’t have barged in like that otherwise, sir.”
Scouts jealous of his prowess, Jason clocked, hoping to get him in trouble. Even though the scouts couldn’t know just how dangerous Belos was, Jason still felt a flash of irritation at them for tricking Darius. He could have gotten seriously hurt, or killed. Still, he supposed their jealousy had saved Phoenix.
Belos gave Darius’ shoulder a squeeze, and let him go. Darius’ back was to Belos, but Jason caught Belos quickly wiping his hand on his cloak, as if the contact with a witch was somehow more disgusting than his own melting form. “Well, whatever the case, I wish you a speedy recovery, golden guard. The assassins, I will leave to you once you’re well again.”
He swept out the door, and Darius sat back down. “I’m going to get to the bottom of this,” he promised Phoenix, “I know he said the assassins are your assignment, but I don’t like that they’re out there. If they could land such heavy hits on you, they must be powerful.” His eyes searched Phoenix’s face again, looking for clues to the lie, but Phoenix didn’t give him anything but a slight shake of the head.
“Well. Anyway. Don’t worry. Like he said, focus on recovery.”
Darius left, and something in Jason’s gut screamed at him not to go. Some sense of foreboding that he couldn’t shake. Phoenix didn’t seem to feel the impending doom. The room blurred again—not quite asleep, but not quite awake either.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Glowing blue eyes glared from the ceiling, and Phoenix watched them, still helpless in bed. Jason watched them, too, almost certain that Belos would drop fully from the ceiling and finish Phoenix off. But he never did. The cursed mud disappeared and reappeared just often enough to make Jason wonder if he was going crazy.
He’d experienced this tactic first hand—in the human realm, Belos had seemed to haunt him. He couldn’t imagine how stressful this was for someone who knew with absolute certainty that Belos was alive and could come for him at any time. No one would stop him. Jason couldn’t tell what Phoenix was thinking, but the room seemed to get ever-so-slightly darker.
Time passed. Healers bustled in and out, checking on wounds, pouring their healing magic into Phoenix’s recovery. Darius dropped in to visit and give Phoenix updates on his search for the assassins that didn’t exist. But still, Phoenix didn’t move. Jason wondered if it was the wound, or if Phoenix simply didn’t want to.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Phoenix stared dully at the ceiling, the bags under his eyes darker than Jason had ever seen them. When had he last truly rested? Surely the memory would have ended if he fell asleep. But it only ever fell into that half-haze, everything in the room blurred except the glaring blue eyes watching.
Drip
Drip
Drip
The puddle of mud dripping to the floor spread with each drip, uninterrupted. Jason wished Darius or one of the healers would come in, wished that they’d open the door and banish Belos’ influence. But no one appeared.
Drip
Drip
Drip
The puddle was roughly the same size as the shadow Belos’ robes would make on the ground underneath him now. The mud twisted in a sickening swirl, spiraling upwards into the masked form Jason knew too well.
“Hello, Hunter. We haven’t gotten a moment to ourselves, have we? Always someone… getting in the way.” Belos shook his head. “But you’re not due for a healer for another few hours. And your little student is busy chasing a lead down a dead end. So let’s talk.”
Jason searched Belos’ face. Phoenix’s memory was still a little fuzzy at the edges. But still, he thought he could read Belos even now. He didn’t see a lie—didn’t see an intent to kill. Not yet.
Belos sat down on the bed, on the side of Phoenix’s injury. “The healers tell me that despite their efforts, you’re recovering slowly. You wouldn’t be reopening that wound on purpose, would you? Trying to avoid your duties?”
“No.” Phoenix croaked the word with a wince, his voice dusty from days without use.
“I suppose you wouldn’t, would you?” Belos sighed. “Ever the dutiful one. But you did question my judgement, didn’t you?”
Fear flashed in Phoenix’s eyes. “Won’t… happen…”
“No, it won’t.” Belos clucked his tongue. “That student of yours, though. He’s a tenacious one, isn’t he? Barging into my sanctum like that, even if he didn’t think I was there? And now attempting to take an assassination investigation head-on? If he wasn’t clawing at the wrong tree, I almost would admire his commitment.” A slight smile crossed his face, not quite matching the malicious blue glow in his eyes. “But he is clawing at the wrong tree, isn’t he.”
Belos leaned back, his hand resting on Phoenix’s bandages. He wasn’t hurting Phoenix, not yet, but Phoenix watched him closely. Jason could see his pulse pounding, his veins stark against his skin. “What if he does find the assassins? What if he finds the kind of person who could do this? Do you think he’s ready for that truth?” He pressed down on Phoenix’s wound, still not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind Phoenix he was there. “I don’t think you or he are ready for a run-in with them, are you?”
Belos smiled again, one of his kind, friendly smiles that hid a tempest underneath. “But it would be so difficult for that to even happen when the two of you are spread out like this, away from the keep.” He removed his hand, standing up briskly. “Food for thought, hm? A shame he can’t just forget the whole thing.”
He swept out the door, and Phoenix let out a deep breath, sinking back into the pillows. He stared at the ceiling again, his eyes narrowed. Jason’s narrowed to match. Why hadn’t Belos killed him? It couldn’t be just because of the publicity. He could have made it look like an accident. Or not—others being around hadn’t stopped Dagger’s death, after all.
So why? Was he really going to let Phoenix live after all this? He couldn’t be planning that much mercy. He’d never trust Phoenix again. Was he just playing with him? He’d done it before, when his golden guards cared about someone other than him. Cyrus’ partner, AT’s best friend… but Darius survived. Jason knew that. And Phoenix lived past this, Jason was almost certain.
Phoenix fell back into that fuzzy half-sleep, healers talking over him in low, worried voices. Jason wished he could tell what they were saying, but Phoenix either couldn’t hear, or didn’t care to.
Drip
Drip
Drip
The mud disappeared when Darius pushed through the door. “Hey—”
“You have to stop.” Phoenix winced with every word, but he kept talking. “Stop investigating the assassination attempt. It’s my job.”
“The more information you have to start with, the better, right? Besides the trail will go cold if no one—”
“Darius, no.”
Darius shook his head like a stubborn pony. “Why?”
Phoenix grasped for his hand. “Please. Promise me you’ll stop. It’s dangerous.”
Darius sat down next to him. “Tell me what’s going on. I can help.”
“Nothing’s going on.”
“You’re lying to me. You’ve been acting like a caged animal. The healers said that you’re not healing as quickly as you could because you’re too stressed, and you’re not sleeping right. They wanted to put a sleeping spell on you—”
Phoenix paled. “No!”
“I talked them out of it. But that doesn’t give me an answer.”
“You can’t help me. Except by staying safe. Stop. Poking. Into it. Promise me.”
Darius stood up. “I’ll compile all the leads I’ve chased so far. No use in you repeating my mistakes.”
He disappeared out the door, and Phoenix sighed. Jason did, too. Was this conversation the reason Inner Phoenix wanted this memory gone? Because he’d dismissed Darius, and failed to convince him to stay out of it? That couldn’t be right. Phoenix had plenty of regrets about mistakes he’d made trying to teach Darius. What was one more?
Darius was right about one thing, though—Phoenix wasn’t getting any better. His skin still held a deathly pallor, and the bruises around his jaw didn’t seem to be getting any smaller. He couldn’t keep going like this—he’d collapse, Jason knew it. He spent more of his time in that fuzzy grey half-sleep then he did conscious.
A healer with kind eyes, pinched up in concern approached Phoenix, setting a gentle hand on his shoulder. “We’re releasing you,” he said quietly, “Your healing is nowhere near done, but you’re not recovering here.”
“Hm?” Phoenix asked dreamily.
“We’re sending you home. Back to the keep. Hopefully once you’re a little more comfortable, once you’re back in your own space, you’ll be able to recuper—”
“No!” Phoenix grabbed the healer’s arm. “Don’t—don’t—”
“You’re confused,” the healer said gently, “You’ve been hypervigilant here, and it’s been impacting your healing. I understand your worries about returning after the attempt, but the keep is the safest place on the Isles. It won’t happen again.”
Phoenix slumped against the healer, drained by his outburst. He mumbled something that was incomprehensible to the healer, but Jason could hear perfectly clearly: “Don’t make me go back.”
Hold on, Jason willed him, Please, just hold on. It gets better.
“To make the transfer as easy on you as possible, the emperor sent another coven head to transport you. He said you knew her well—Ma’am?”
Jason already knew who was coming in even before he heard her fake-kindly voice at the door.
“Oh, Rosebud, you have gotten yourself into a mess, haven’t you?”
Of course he’d sent Terra. Jason hadn’t needed many conversations with Phoenix to know how uncomfortable the old plant coven head made him—surely Belos wasn’t oblivious to Phoenix’s feelings either. Jason rocked back on his heels. This memory had to be coming to a close, didn’t it? Surely Terra would wipe Phoenix’s memories right here, and it would be over. Heavy plant fronds curled around the edges of the memory, whisking Jason away and bringing him back to the picture frame.
“What?” Jason’s own voice startled him. This couldn’t be right. He still had no idea why Inner Phoenix wanted this memory buried. Still, he swung one leg over the picture frame.
Cherry caught his arm, helping him through. “Easy.”
Jason had been so wrapped up in Phoenix’s memory, he’d almost completely forgotten Cherry’s fight with Inner Phoenix. “Where’s…?”
Cherry nodded to a figure huddled in the swampy water. Phoenix’s curse paced a worried circle around Inner Phoenix, who sifted through discarded flowers, desperately weaving drooping vines around the roots of the tree and muttering to himself.
“The fight went out of him once the flowers were gone and you went inside. I don’t think the curse really wanted to fight either.”
“It showed me where to find the memory. But… I’m still not sure why this memory was buried. Belos tried to kill him—really tried. I can’t figure out why he decided to wipe his memory instead.”
Cherry ducked under the roots of the nearest tree, disappearing around the edge of the frame. “It’s double-sided,” he called from the back.
“What?”
“There’s a second memory. Come here.”
Thin, strong fingers gripped Jason’s wrist. Inner Phoenix looked up at him, desperation shining out of the hollows that were his eyes. “Please,” he whispered, “Help me plant the flowers again. Help me fix this. Don’t go in there.”
Jason gently detangled himself from his grasp, clasping Inner Phoenix’s hands in his own. “Whatever we see in there, we’ll work through it together. Okay?”
Inner Phoenix didn’t respond, but he let go. Jason took a deep breath, and followed Cherry into the memory.
“What happened to him?” Cherry murmured, gesturing to Phoenix. He had returned to the keep, returned to a room Jason had only ever seen through a crystal ball. Phoenix wasn’t any better. He held a pillow over his ears, but even so, Jason could hear the drip, drip, drip. He caught Cherry up in a low voice—even though he knew the Phoenix in the memory couldn’t hear him, it still felt rude speak any louder.
Drip
Drip
Drip
A note sat on the dresser, opened. Jason tried to read it, but through Phoenix’s memories, the letters seemed to swim around, nearly impossible to decipher. He managed to catch Belos’ loopy signature at the end, but that was about it.
“I thought you were dull. Predictable.”
Phoenix flinched at the sound of Belos’ voice, rolling over to face him. The emperor sat in a chair scooted close enough to the bed that Jason was almost certain it was usually Darius’ seat.
“You’ve always done what’s asked of you. Never a flicker of rebellion in those eyes of yours. And yet, I was so certain that surely, this would be the end of it. I thought surely you’d take that student of yours and run as far away as you could.” Belos leaned forward, clasping his hands together. “But you came back. You stayed with those useless healers, and then you came back here. And you’ve let your student come back, too! I have to ask: why didn’t you run?”
Phoenix didn’t answer, his eyes flicking around the room. Jason saw him open and close his mouth a couple of times, but still, no words came out. Was he trying to think of a response that would keep he and Darius safe? Or did he just not know himself?
“You’re our emperor,” he said finally, and left it at that.
Vague. Ambiguous. But sounded flattering enough to Belos, Jason was sure. And sure enough, Belos leaned back, the voracious curiosity in his gaze replaced with amusement.
“Yes, I suppose I am. So interesting, then, that despite that fact, your student continues to investigate the attempted assassination.”
Phoenix’s expression flickered, his hand twitching as if he wanted to tug on his hair. “He won’t find anything.”
“No. He won’t.”
Simple words. Nothing in them to suggest malicious intent. But Jason knew that tone of voice. Cherry knew that tone of voice. And Phoenix’s eyes widened at the threat underneath.
“I’ll stop him.”
“Oh? You’ve done such a job of it so far.”
“Please.” Phoenix reached out, not quite touching Belos’ hand. He hunched over, touching his forehead to the bed in a half-bow. Cherry growled. “He’s my charge. Let me take responsibility for his misbehaviors. Please.”
Belos froze, his eyes getting that faraway look that Jason had never known what to make of before meeting Caleb. The look that he knew now meant Belos was remembering something his brother had said or done. It only lasted for a moment, but when it passed, Belos’s eyes almost looked kinder. Though they still held that cold light, that you’re walking on dangerous ground glint.
“Hm. And if he proceeds?”
“He won’t. He’ll forget about it.” Phoenix squeezed his eyes shut. “We both will.”
“See that you do.”
Belos disappeared, and Phoenix slumped backwards, but only for a moment. He rolled out of bed and staggered to the door. A scout waited outside, snapping a salute when Phoenix emerged.
“Sir!”
“Get me Coven Head Terra. Tell her it’s urgent.”
“Sir?”
“Now.”
Jason’s heart sank to his stomach. “Oh, Phoenix,” he murmured. Belos hadn’t erased this memory, had he?
Terra didn’t take long to burst out of the ground in the maws of a giant carnivorous plant. “Well, well, Rosebud, seeing you twice in such a short amount of time—aren’t I a lucky lady?”
“I need something that will erase memories.”
Terra clucked her tongue. “Oh, dear, I’m afraid that’s not my area of expertise. You might try asking our esteemed potion—”
“Cut the act.” Phoenix leaned forward. “I know you have something. I know you’re always experimenting with those plants of yours. Give me what I need.”
A grin stretched across Terra’s face, unnaturally large. “You know better than to make demands without offering something in return.”
“Your proposition to limit the use of palistrom wood. I’ll back you up on it. That’s more than a fair deal for some leaves.”
“Tetchy, aren’t we? Careful, Rosebud, you’re tipping your hand.”
“Can you help me, or not?”
Terra’s smile somehow widened even further. Jason thought her face might split in half if she tried to show any more teeth. She pulled a pouch off of her belt and held it out to Phoenix. “There you are. I certainly hope you aren’t planning on making me forget your promise.”
“How does it work?”
“Intent matters. Relay the memory you wish to erase. Put the leaves into any liquid, and they’ll do the trick. But oh, Rosebud? This kind of memory erasure can be difficult to master. If the subject doesn’t want to forget, then the mind will resist, and you’ll have to re-administer the tea every so often.”
“That won’t be a problem.”
“If you say so. And Rosebud? If you’re planning on drinking it yourself, do me a favor and write down your promise, mhm? Alright, ta.”
Terra stepped back into her plant and disappeared back into the ground. Phoenix took a deep breath, sent the scout out for Darius, and whispered to the bag of leaves, shuffling to an attached kitchenette and setting a kettle of water on the stove. He set out two cups, dropping a pinch of Terra’s leaves in each.
“Oh, Phoenix,” Jason said again. His skin crawled like a thousand firebees swarmed over him. He didn’t want to see this. He wanted to step out of the picture frame, and pretend it hadn’t happened. But he stayed rooted in place, unable to look away.
Cherry wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Hey. Remember our promise. No matter what we see.”
“No matter what we see,” Jason echoed dully.
Darius arrived just as the kettle started to whistle, and he bounded over. “Go sit down,” he told Phoenix with fake crossness, “I’ll take care of it.”
Phoenix started to protest, but Darius poured the water, completely ignoring him. If he knew anything was off about the tea, he didn’t show it. He handed Phoenix one cup, and sat down in his chair with the other. “What did you need from me?”
Phoenix looked down at his cup. “Darius. About your investigations.”
“I think I’m really getting somewhere.”
“Darius.”
“I’ve tracked more dead leads than I know what to do with, but I talked to your healers to get some more information about the wound, and they said some pretty interesting stuff.
“Darius.”
“They were telling me the wound was deep, but clean. That whoever did this was powerful, and had a sharp weapon. Now, that sounds like the work of a beastkeeper and their demon’s claws to me. So I was talking to Eberwolf, and—”
“Darius!” Phoenix took a deep breath. “I asked you to stop.”
“I know, but—”
“It isn’t safe for you to investigate!” Phoenix burst out, “I don’t want you going any further. You need to forget this ever happened if you want to be safe.”
“But what about your safety? If they come back—”
“They won’t.”
“How do you know?”
“Drink your tea,” Phoenix replied tersely. His fingers drummed nervously on the cup. “Just trust me.”
“Knowing that you’re hiding something doesn’t make trusting you easy.”
“Darius, they won’t come back. I know who they are already, and it’s being taken care of. Forget about it, and drink your tea.”
“What? You’ve been letting me run around after dead ends for the last week when you knew who was behind this the whole time? How… could…” Darius looked at Phoenix, horrified. “You know them. You’re protecting them.”
“Darius, I…”
“How could you? They hurt you! How could you protect them after…” Darius gestured furiously at Phoenix. “…this?!”
“It doesn’t matter!” Phoenix set his cup on the table with a thunk. “It doesn’t matter who it was. It doesn’t matter what happened to me. All that matters is that you’re safe, so drink your tea.”
“Why are you so insistent on this te—” Darius’ eyes widened. “What did you put in it?”
“It’s not harmful.”
“Were you just going to—to drug me without me knowing?”
“It wouldn’t matter if I did tell you, because you’d just forget anyway!” Phoenix sighed. “Besides. I knew you wouldn’t drink it without asking what was in it first. I’m surprised it took this long.”
“Oh, that’s so much better. A memory wiper? Really?”
“You didn’t leave me many options!” Phoenix pinched the bridge of his nose. “I asked you to stop investigating. But you wouldn’t listen to me, and now? Now this is what we have left. Forgetting that the whole thing ever happened.” Phoenix looked up at Darius. “Please Darius. This is what will keep you safe. You don’t know just how far over your head you’ve gotten yourself, and I don’t want… please.”
Darius swished the tea hesitantly. “Forgetting about the assassination attempt and the investigation will really keep me safer?”
“I promise.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Because it doesn’t matter? Since I’m going to forget anyway?”
“Titan, Darius. I wish we didn’t have to—”
“Forget it. Well—I suppose you will. But… will this keep you safe? I know you think I’ll be in less danger if I forget. But will you be in less danger? Or will it be worse for you?”
Phoenix took just a little too long to answer, but when he spoke, his voice was confident. “Yes. We’ll both be safer.”
“He can’t know that,” Cherry said quietly, “Belos could kill him anyway.”
“Okay.” Darius took a deep, shaky breath. “I’ll do it. To protect you.” He swirled the tea again with a sad smile. “I’m sorry. That my investigations put us in trouble, I mean. I just wanted to help you.”
“I’m sorry, too,” Phoenix replied softly, picking up his own cup, “I wish it hadn’t gone this far.”
Darius clunked his cup against Phoenix’s in a mock toast. “Bottoms up.”
Rose petals swirled over the memory, and the frame appeared in front of them.
“You ready?” Cherry asked.
“No.” Jason took a deep breath and walked towards the exit. “But we can’t stay here.”
The curse greeted them at the exit, perched on one of its roots. It eyed them lazily, then slunk back around the tree. Jason and Cherry followed.
He didn’t see Inner Phoenix until he’d nearly tripped over him. The water of the swamp rose up to his waist even though it barely reached Jason’s ankles. Inner Phoenix hid his face in his hands.
“I’m sorry,” he moaned, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Hey—” Jason knelt down next to him. “You… took care of the flowers, didn’t you?” he asked quietly, “Terra said the tea wouldn’t work unless you wanted it to. She meant you.”
Inner Phoenix nodded, still hiding his face in his hands.
“Oh,” Jason sighed. He wasn’t sure what else to say. He’d come prepared to see terrible things happen to Phoenix. He’d even been prepared to see Phoenix do terrible things in return. He knew no one was blameless in Belos’ reign. But he hadn’t been prepared to see Phoenix inflict this on himself. He almost understood why Inner Phoenix wanted to bury the memories forever.
“I hurt Darius,” Inner Phoenix said in a small voice, “I made him forget.”
“Hey—we can fix it. We can do this for him, too. We know what we’re looking for now. It’ll be quick and painless.” Jason knew that wasn’t quite true. If Darius didn’t remember either, then his inner self had to be taking care of the flowers, too. But Inner Phoenix didn’t need to hear that part right now.
“You don’t understand.” Inner Phoenix peered at him through a crack in his fingers, his eyes wide and wild. “How could you understand? I’m not like you. We should have taken Darius and run. We should have left. We knew what he’d do to us. We knew what he planned. But we crawled back to him.”
The curse shifted anxiously, responding to Inner Phoenix’s distress with a low growl.
“That should have been our moment. That should have been when we rebelled, not years later. But instead we stayed with him! We committed to doing what he wanted, to hurting people, to keeping Darius in danger. We were cowards. Stupid cowards. Belos was right about us.” His eyes latched desperately onto Jason. “Not like you. You saw the harm he was causing, and you ran. But we’re not good and brave like you, we’re just—we’re just—”
Jason reeled back, stunned. “I’m not…” he whispered helplessly. How long had Phoenix felt like this? How long had he thought Jason was better than him, just because he’d run away more quickly?
Forever, a small voice inside of him whispered, ever since you told him your story.
He seemed to have forgotten the part where Jason had planned to return to Belos. Still, Jason didn’t know how to respond. What was there to say? If he tried to reassure Inner Phoenix, he’d widen the distance between them. Even if he tried to step off the pedestal he’d been put on, Phoenix would just bury himself deeper to keep the gap.
“Darius will never forgive us,” Inner Phoenix panted. He’d sunk up to his chest in water, burying his head in his hands again, “He shouldn’t forgive us. We should have died then, before we hurt him, before we hurt others, we should have—”
“Hey.”
Cherry splashed down next to Inner Phoenix. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything. He just knelt next to Inner Phoenix in the water, hands on his knees.
“I knew Belos was lying,” he said finally. His eye darted to Jason, mournful for a moment, then determined. “He was still Phillip, then. I knew that we weren’t messengers of the titan. I knew that everything about him was a sham. And I helped him sell it.”
Inner Phoenix’s eyes widened, following Cherry’s flick to Jason and back. “Cherry—you don’t have to—I know you don’t want what you did to…”
“We went town to town,” Cherry continued, avoiding Jason’s eyes, “Telling witches about the titan wanting covens. Proclaiming the dangers of wild magic. We’d stage wild magic attacks to make him look plausible. I planted explosions in the stage and set them off.”
Jason sat so still he thought he might stop breathing. Cherry didn’t like talking about his time with Belos. No one really did, but Cherry was especially tight-lipped. It was the one thing he refused to share with Jason. He’d quickly learned not to push it.
Cherry took a deep breath, hissing out through his teeth. “I knew that Belos planned to lure witches into his following, then kill them.”
Jason bit on his lip to keep a gasp in. Of course now they knew that had been his plan, but Cherry had known before? And he’d gone along with it?
“He didn’t try to hide as much from us then. And… he didn’t need to. He told me that witches were evil. That I was evil for being one, even a powerless one, and… and the best I could do was try to take out as many of them as I could. And I believed him.”
Cherry twisted his shirt in his hands. “And when we couldn’t lure any witches to join us? The explosions got… bigger.” Another deep breath. “I went along with it for too long, Phoenix. Even though I knew we were hurting people. Even though whole towns burned under these hands.” He held his hands out. They shook slightly, until Inner Phoenix took them, dripping mud and golden water.
“I’ve never liked who I was. You know that.” He glanced back at Jason regretfully. “And I’ve never wanted anyone to know who I used to be. Especially the people I cared about.” Cherry took a deep breath. “I can’t say that I wouldn’t have done the same in your situation. If I’d been able to wipe my own memories, forget about doing it to protect myself from Belos. I would have done it just to sleep at night. Darius will understand. I think he understood then, too.” The ghost of a smile crossed Cherry’s face. “I don’t think you could ever make Darius do something he didn’t want to do. Not now. Not then.”
“It wasn’t cowardly.” Jason bounced up and down in place, unable to hold his words in anymore. “Well, maybe that’s not true, strictly speaking. You’re right, you could have rebelled, and refused to continue doing what he wanted. But running wouldn’t have helped. I saw the way Belos acted. He wanted you to run. That was what he expected. And he would have killed you and Darius for it.
All those threats, all the lurking over your shoulder? It was so you’d panic and he’d have an excuse. I know it seems like you shied away from doing the right thing, but you were right then. It was the only thing to do, the only thing that would keep you and Darius alive. You took a risky gamble.”
“Can I really say it paid off, if it meant I was his weapon for that much longer?” Inner Phoenix asked gloomily, “If it meant I got deeper in the debt I owe the Isles?
Jason snapped his mouth shut. “It’s… I…”
He looked helplessly to Cherry, who gave Inner Phoenix a nudge. “You know what Caleb always says.”
“It’s about how we fix it going forward,” Inner Phoenix sighed, “I know.” He wrung his hands. “I just… wanted to protect him. Remembering would have killed him.”
He wasn’t talking about Darius anymore.
“He can survive it now,” Cherry said quietly, “Trust him. Trust us. He already knew he was missing something. It was only a matter of time.”
“I know.”
Cherry and Inner Phoenix clutched each other’s arms, using each other to stand up. Inner Phoenix gave Jason an awkward smile.
“I’m sorry I tried to stop you.”
“I’m just glad Cherry didn’t haul you off into another memory like he did to Petro,” Jason said, shooting a grin at Cherry. Cherry didn’t return it. He wouldn’t even look Jason in the eye.
“Me too. Thank you. Both of you.” Inner Phoenix put one hand on the curse’s head. “And… thank you. For doing what I couldn’t. I never thought you’d be the one looking out for him.” He gave the curse the stink-eye. “Although maybe you just wanted him to get upset so you could take over.”
The curse rippled, as if purring, before slinking off to explore the uncovered memory. Jason took Cherry’s hand and clicked the walkie talkie.
“We’re ready.”
Golden light swirled around the two of them, and they stood back in Phoenix’s bedroom. Cherry dropped Jason’s hand like it had burned him, staring at the floor.
“Taken care of. His memories are fine.”
Evelyn’s eyes flicked from Cherry to Jason, summing them up in quick, shrewd movements. “And are you fine?”
“Just peachy. Let me know when he wakes up.”
Cherry left the room. Jason shrugged helplessly, and ran after him, closing the door behind him. He closed the distance and wrapped his arms around Cherry’s waist.
“Stop,” Cherry said, his voice cracking, “Don’t be nice to me right now.”
“I’m sorry,” Jason murmured, “I’m sorry if you thought you had to hide from me. I’m sorry you were forced to tell me something you didn’t want to.”
“I did want to. Or—well—no. I didn’t.” Cherry sighed. “But I knew if I didn’t say it then, I’d never say it. And I would always be scared you’d find out some other way.”
“I don’t care who you used to be,” Jason said fiercely, “I saw a lot today.” Almost too much. He’d seen a side of Phoenix he hadn’t wanted to see. Hearing Cherry’s past after hadn’t been any easier. “But it couldn’t make me hate Phoenix. And it won’t make me hate you. You don’t have to be perfect to be Cherry.”
Under all the upset, under all the horror at what Phoenix and Cherry had done, Jason knew that fact to be true. He’d figured out how to feel about Caleb. He’d figure out how to feel about Phoenix and Cherry, too. Even if it couldn’t all be blamed on Belos, that didn’t matter. Because he knew Phoenix and Cherry. He knew who they were now—who they’d been as long as he’d known them. And that was enough to cover everything else.
“Oh,” Cherry said thickly. He wrapped one arm around Jason. “Okay. Okay. Okay.”
“We can talk about it, or not talk about it, whichever you want. But at the end of it? I’ll still be there.” Jason gave Cherry one last squeeze, and stepped back, looking up at him. “We’re going to be okay?”
Cherry sniffed, giving Jason a watery smile. “We’re going to be okay.”
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