#dog grooming scissors

[shearsophistication]

Professional Dog Grooming Scissors Kit: Complete Styling Solution

Master professional pet beautification with Shear Sophistication's comprehensive dog grooming scissors kit. Each set includes precision-crafted straight shears, curved shears, and thinning scissors, designed for specific grooming techniques. The premium Japanese steel construction ensures exceptional durability and cutting performance across all coat types. The ergonomic design features offset handles and adjustable fingerrests for optimal comfort during extended use. Our innovative tension adjustment system maintains consistent cutting action, while the convex edge technology delivers clean, precise cuts.

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Mastering Dog Grooming Scissors: Your Complete Guide to Flawless Fur

When it comes to grooming your furry friend, having the right tools can make all the difference. Dog grooming scissors are an essential part of any pet parent’s grooming kit, especially if you want to keep your dog’s coat looking fresh, healthy, and free from tangles. In this guide, we’ll explore everything you need to know about dog grooming scissors, including types, tips, and how to choose the best pair for your pooch.

Why Are Dog Grooming Scissors Important?

Regular grooming not only keeps your dog looking their best but also promotes better hygiene and prevents skin issues. While clippers are great for trimming large areas, grooming scissors give you precision and control, allowing you to:

Trim sensitive areas like the face, paws, and tail.

Shape and style your dog’s coat.

Remove small mats or tangles without shaving.

Investing in a quality pair of scissors ensures you can safely groom your dog without causing discomfort or injury.

Types of Dog Grooming Scissors

Dog grooming scissors come in several types, each designed for specific tasks. Let’s break them down:

1. Straight Scissors

These are the most common type of grooming scissors. They are ideal for trimming long fur, shaping the coat, and giving your dog a neat finish. Available in various lengths, longer scissors are perfect for larger dogs, while shorter ones work well for small breeds.

2. Thinning Shears

Thinning shears are designed to blend and soften the coat. They have one serrated blade and one smooth blade, making them perfect for thinning out thick fur and creating a natural look.

3. Curved Scissors

Curved scissors are great for trimming rounded areas like the top of the head, tail, or paws. The curved design helps you achieve smooth, even lines, making them a favorite for breeds with flowing coats like Golden Retrievers and Shih Tzus.

4. Safety-Tip Scissors

These scissors feature rounded tips, ensuring your dog stays safe during grooming. They’re particularly useful for trimming around sensitive areas like the eyes, ears, and nose.

What to Look for When Choosing Dog Grooming Scissors

With so many options available, here are a few key factors to consider when buying grooming scissors:

Material: Opt for stainless steel scissors as they are durable, rust-resistant, and easy to clean.

Size: Choose scissors that are comfortable for your hand size and suitable for your dog’s coat length.

Grip: During extended grooming sessions, ergonomic handles with a non-slip grip will lessen hand fatigue.

Blades: Sharp blades provide precise cuts and prevent tugging on your dog’s fur.

Tips for Grooming Your Dog at Home

Prepare Your Dog: Brush your dog’s coat thoroughly to remove any tangles before you start trimming.

Create a Calm Environment: Groom in a quiet, well-lit area to keep your dog relaxed.

Use the Right Scissors: Select the appropriate scissors for the specific area you’re working on.

Take Breaks: If your dog gets restless, take short breaks to keep the experience stress-free.

Maintain Your Tools: Clean and oil your scissors regularly to keep them sharp and in top condition.

The Greatest Advantages of Dog Grooming at Home

Saves Money: Regular grooming sessions at home can significantly cut down on professional grooming costs.

Strengthens Your Bond: Grooming is a great way to spend quality time with your dog and build trust.

Custom Care: You can tailor the grooming process to your dog’s specific needs and preferences

Conclusion

Dog grooming scissors are a must-have tool for keeping your dog’s coat in tip-top shape. Whether you’re a pet parent new to grooming or an experienced pro, investing in high-quality scissors can make the process easier, safer, and more enjoyable for both you and your furry friend.

So, grab your grooming kit, pick up those scissors, and give your dog the spa treatment they deserve! A well-groomed dog is, after all, a happy dog.

Do you have a favorite pair of grooming scissors? Let us know in the comments below!

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5 Star Grooming Pet Scissors with Comfort Grip https://5sgroomingproducts.com/

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Unleashing the Art of Dog Grooming: A Comprehensive Guide to Dog Grooming Scissors

In the realm of dog care, grooming scissors emerge as indispensable tools, embodying both practicality and artistic expression. Understanding the types, uses, and maintenance of these scissors equips pet owners and professional groomers alike with the knowledge needed for a successful grooming experience.

[opawz]

The Ultimate Guide to Grooming Schnauzer for Maximum Cuteness With OPAWZ Pet Grooming Shears

The Ultimate Guide to Grooming Schnauzer for Maximum Cuteness with OPAWZ Pet Grooming Shears https://www.opawz.com/blogs/tutorials/the-ultimate-guide-to-grooming-schnauzer-for-maximum-cuteness-with-opawz-pet-grooming-shears Are you a proud Schnauzer owner looking to transform your fur baby into the most adorable pup on the block? Look no further! In this comprehensive guide, we’ll take you…

[gummi-stims]

A goldfish haircut and dye look for Blanche from gabrielfeitosagrooming on tiktok!

[carefuldogclipping]

His parents were super late and I wanted to be so mad at them for it but oh my god this dog was so perfect and sweet and good I lost every ounce of frustration and fell in love

[anamelessdragon]

My new sister Leeloo is out of k9 cough quarantine and came in for her first post-adoption groom this morning. She’s an absolute doll.

[wyatt-06]

Trimz Dog Grooming Scissor Set With Premium-Looking Scissors And Case

TRIMZ DOG GROOMING SCISSORS SET FOR PROFESSIONAL PET GROOMERS 

The Trimz Dog Grooming Scissors Kit is the ultimate affordable grooming tool for pet parents and professional groomers. This kit includes a 7-inch straight shear, a 7-inch curved shear, a 7-inch thinner shear, and a 6.5-inch stainless-steel comb. The Trimz Dog Grooming Scissors are made from high-quality stainless steel, ensuring durability and precision. The curved scissor is suitable for shaping and contouring, while the straight scissor is ideal for Pet hair trimming and cutting. The thinner scissor helps blend and thin out thick coats. The stainless-steel comb detangles and removes loose hair. The best dog grooming kit comes in a stylish case with a zip and 5 compartments to keep your scissors organized and protected. With the Trimz Pet Scissors Kit, you can achieve the desired look for your furry friend every time. The Trimz pet trimming scissors kit is available in Rose Red, Royal Blue, Sparkling Silver, and Jet Black colors.

FEATURE

 Pet Grooming Scissors have offset handles for maximum comfort.

 Made with high-quality, sturdy material for extended use.

 Steel comb has Half dense and half sparse to comb different hair densities.

 This dog grooming kit is an absolute combination kit for full body trimming.   Whether it is the face ,the body, the ears, the nose, or the paws.

SPECIFICATION

 Size 7" Straight Scissor

 Size 7" Curved Scissor

 Size 7" Thinning scissors

 Zip-up and 5-compartment scissors case

 5" Steel comb

KIT INCLUDE

 Straight Scissor

 Curved Scissor

 Thinning Scissor

 Scissor Case

 Steel Comb

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[stave-writes]

Scruffy! (Various Dungeon Meshi Men x GN!Reader)

Summary: Your boyfriend really needs a trim of his stubble, and he's asked for your help :)

Word Count: 1711

Laios Touden

We all know Laios does NOT like being scruffy, especially when Falin tells him he looks like their father. So, it's a lovely thing when he asks you to look after him and help him shave.

Laios had been a little finicky lately, ever since leaving the dungeon he was a lot more conscious about himself. Mainly, his appearance. Rubbing at his new stubble and brushing his blonde hair that had grown out in places. Irritation was plainly visible each time he felt the slight scratch of stubble against his fingers, even a slight huff to his tone afterwards. "Hey, could I ask a favour?" was his innocuous question, head tilting back over the edge of your sofa. After an inquisitive sound of acknowledgement from you, a slight smile rose on Laios's face. "Mind helping me shave? I also want to cut my hair but can't see the back."

This is how you ended up sitting on the edge of your tub, scissors working away at the tufts of hair against the nape of his neck. Each little brush of your fingers against his skin caused a small giggle or shuffle from Laios, if he were a dog, his tail would be smacking against your leg so hard it'd hurt a little. A smile was visible on his lips every time you'd lean over to peek at him, and he'd look up at you eyes full of love.

"Did you know that tons of monster species use grooming as a form of intimacy?" Of course, you did, you're dating Laios Touden, if you didn't you'd have amnesia. Instead of an eye roll, you gave a little smile and nod.

Reaching his hand up, a pat against your leg was a signal he hadn't just passed out between your knees while you worked at giving him the cut he liked. A quick kiss pressed to your lips was a thankful gesture, nuzzling into your face before moving to work on shaving his stubble to save you from the beard scratches.

Chilchuck Tims

I see Chilchuck as the type of guy to have some time dedicated to a little self-care, although shaving isn't a big problem considering the half-footer's ageing span. But! His hair does still grow, so some help may be needed there.

It'd been a week since Chilchuck asked you to remind him to go get a haircut, and he still hadn't gone despite your near-constant reminders. Post-its on the counter, on his lockpicking tools, hell you once stuck one on his face for him to see in the mirror. At this point, it was getting ridiculous that he hadn't even gone to try and get it done.

"You're going to cut my hair...? I can just go get it done in town-" He huffed a little at you, rubbing at the back of his neck with a small frown. Your adamance had his stubbornness outweighed almost tenfold, so you rolled up a stool behind his chair and began to figure out how to trim his hair.

Hair was scattered everywhere by the time you were done, and Chilchuck's ego was only a little bruised by the number of grey hairs you saw while trimming it. He didn't seem to mind it too much though, the presence of a wagging tail that was usually hidden away under his clothing batting at your leg. At least his hair was finally trimmed, and a thankful kiss was pressed to your knuckles as you got up to sweep away the leftover hair.

Senshi of Izganda

Senshi doesn't particularly care for shaving or even washing his beard but knowing the kind of bacteria facial hair can carry (and after a lecture from Marcille) he's willing to have you help him with that beard the size of Cousin It from the Addams Family.

"Ah, I suppose Marcille's nagging finally got to me, that's all. I hope you don't mind helping me wash my beard, it'll take a while." Senshi muttered slightly, looking aside as he asked you for just a little favour. It was hard to ask such a thing from you, especially with how much you'd done already for him by just being with him. He felt absurdly lucky when you agreed, setting his helmet and upper armour aside to clean off his beard and hair.

It was a nicer experience than usual having a loving touch working at his hair first to wet it, then lather it and working slowly to get all the dirt out. It took a long long time to finish the first round of washing the hair and beard, alongside the several other scrubbing and washing rounds. It was an intensive process, but being able to smell clearly the soap in his hair was a good bonus, alongside the lack of a helmet.

Letting him dry for a few hours was the best idea you'd had this entire time, able to bury your face against the wall of fluff you called Senshi for a long while. The smell was great and the warmth was greater, you could've honestly slept there if you wanted. But, you had a plan! Readying a comb, boar bristle brush and your sanity, you began braiding Senshi's hair into long thick plaits and tying them off once you were done. It was tenuous but an enjoyable closeness, as you pressed your face into his back slightly. You couldn't help but marvel at your work when you were all done. The happy expression on your face made it hard for Senshi to resist placing a kiss on the crown of your head, a soft look in his eyes.

Toshiro Nakamoto

A large part of the teachings Toshiro lives by is to exist as a convenience to others, not asking much and not putting his needs in the forefront. So, when Toshiro comes to you asking for help looking after himself? It's a sign of trust. He knows you.

"You...would you help me?" Toshiro's voice is quiet and soft as he addresses you, a slight crease in his brow as he looks towards you. It's hard to be vulnerable around you even if you're adamant in your love for him. Even as you assure him it's not a bother to help him and that you're here for him, it's still... nerve-wracking. It's hard for him to settle himself as he eventually moves first to sit down on your bed, having you brush out his hair and praise the length and colour of his locks, he's still worried.

He's guided towards your bath and urged to get into the warm water, leaning his head back so you can scrub away any remaining dirt and eventually, he peeks an eye open to see your face as you work at making sure he's sparkling clean. The slight furrow in your brow, your intense posture and a huff finally as you finish cleaning his hair. He can't help but smile at your effort to look after him especially as Toshiro can feel the exhaustion melt away at your careful consideration of him.

Before he knew it, he was basically asleep in your tub, head leant back with your fingers working at his hair and scalp. The feeling of safety was all he needed from you. When it was done, he dried off and changed into some comfortable clothes he'd left with you before curling up beneath your duvet, head resting into the crook of your neck.

Mithrun of the House of Kerensil

Mithrun struggles with self-care due to his lack of desires and is used to being looked after by others. With you, though, it was different. Your touch was imbued with love, and you didn't choose to look after him because someone ordered you to, just...because you wanted to see him cared for.

Looking after Mithrun sometimes could be a lot, making sure he ate and bathed and slept all while making sure he kept his mana up enough for his work with the canaries. So, it'd been easier to devise a schedule for all the things that would need to be done by day and then by week. Three baths a week, each one day apart. Three meals a day, four hours apart except for dinner which was at 6pm on the dot. A good schedule helped you and Mithrun look after yourselves, but you hadn't quite yet accounted for trimming his hair.

It had gotten longer than you had thought before you remembered to check the length of his hair, playing with the silver locks that framed his face and moved to cover his false eye a little. With a slight curl at the ends and parted just along the side, it was an easy style to maintain, especially for someone so consistently fatigued. So, when it came time to trim it down, an afternoon was allocated and Mithrun was given a book to entertain him while you worked.

On the floor, resting on a pillow was the middle-aged elf who you were looking after. Tilting his head forward a little, you brushed through those light-coloured locks and parted them into smaller sections before taking them between your middle and pointer finger, working to even it out and take a little length off. This process was repeated for each section of hair, fingers lightly brushing his face at one point which caused a little startled jump to come from Mithrun, looking at you with his good eye almost inquisitively. In the end, though, you finished off trimming it all quite quickly, evening it all out and even taking some longer strands from the front and braiding them like he'd done when he was much younger...before the dungeon.

Even if it was hard to see, a little smile played on his lips as he embraced your touches, leaning back after you proudly announced you were done. His face squished into your thigh, a little bump of his against you like a cat trying to get their owner's attention. Taking advantage of your curiosity at this action, your hand was brought to his face and he snuggled into it slightly, enjoying the reaction it spurred from you. He may not desire much, but he knows how to love you.

[shybluebirdninja]

Beard Wars

Summary: Logan’s been growing out his beard, and you’re starting to suspect it might be a little too attached to his face. Now it’s become a silent standoff between you, his beard, and the world’s dullest scissors.

Pairing            : Logan Howlett x Wife!Reader

Genre              : Fluff

You’d seen Logan do a lot of wild stuff in your time together. The man fought in wars, took bullets like mosquito bites, and still had the nerve to complain about your cooking. But nothing—nothing—had prepared you for the unholy battle brewing in your bathroom.

It had been growing… and growing. Logan’s beard, that is. The thing had practically taken on a life of its own. And sure, when it first started, it was rugged. Hot, even. You loved the whole “wild lumberjack with claws” look. But after a couple months, the beard went from sexy to Sasquatch. Now it was long enough to braid… if you dared.

You stood there, glaring at Logan as he sat on the couch, legs kicked up, flipping through channels like he didn’t have a forest attached to his chin. You crossed your arms. “Logan.”

“Hmm?”

“We gotta talk about it.”

He didn’t even look at you. “Talk about what?”

“The beard.”

He glanced up over the remote, raising one bushy eyebrow. “What about it?”

“Babe.” You gestured to his face. “It’s gotten out of control. It’s like… you’re turning into Chewbacca.”

Logan shrugged, clearly not giving a single shit. “What? It’s fine.”

“Fine? Logan, it’s a beard. Not a security blanket.” You shook your head. “I swear, it’s like you’re afraid of trimming it.”

He smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “Afraid? Nah. Just like the way it looks.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Babe, it’s started curling up at the ends. It looks like a goddamn villain’s mustache from a silent film. I’m half-expecting you to tie me to train tracks next.”

Logan huffed and stretched his legs. “What do you want me to do? Cut it?”

“Yes! Just… trim it. Before it starts forming opinions and voting in elections.”

“Good one,” he muttered, still flipping through the channels. “But nah. I like it.”

You knew this was going to be harder than you thought. This wasn’t a normal beard. This was Logan’s pride. His stupid, stubborn pride wrapped around his jaw like a fuzzy security blanket. You didn’t have claws or mutant powers, but damn it, you had scissors. And a dream.

Later that evening, you were standing in front of the bathroom mirror, practicing your technique. You held up the scissors and snipped the air a few times. Yeah, you had this. Stealth, precision, quick reflexes—you’d get him in his sleep.

You glanced down at the pair of dull scissors in your hand, suddenly wondering if maybe this wasn’t the smartest plan. Those things couldn’t cut through paper, let alone Logan’s adamantium-grade beard.

“Whatcha doin’ in there?” Logan’s voice echoed from the living room, suspicious.

“Uh, nothing!” You quickly shoved the scissors into the drawer and tried to look innocent. “Just, uh, brushing my teeth.”

“Mmhmm.” He didn’t believe you for a second.

That night, you waited. Logan fell asleep on the couch, a beer bottle balanced on his chest. You crept up, scissors in hand, moving like a ninja. The beard was right there—so close. One good snip, and you could at least tame that beast.

But the moment the scissors touched one hair, Logan’s hand shot out, catching your wrist. His eyes opened lazily. “What the hell do you think you’re doin’, darlin’?”

You froze, caught red-handed. “Um… grooming?”

Logan sat up, still holding your wrist with that annoyingly strong grip. “We talkin’ dog grooming or attempted murder?”

You sighed, defeated. “Logan, c’mon. It’s gotta go.”

He grinned, clearly enjoying the hell out of this. “You really think you can take this thing down with those weak-ass scissors? Good luck, babe.”

You pouted, yanking your wrist free. “You can’t live like this forever. You look like a damn mountain man.”

“That’s the point.”

“What, you gonna move to the woods and start living off the land?”

Logan chuckled, getting up from the couch. “Might not be such a bad idea. Get away from all this.” He waved a hand around like civilization was an inconvenience he had to endure.

“Okay, Thoreau,” you muttered, “but can we at least compromise? A little trim? Just a bit so you don’t look like a cryptid?”

Logan thought about it for a second, rubbing his chin. “Alright. You get one inch. One. Any more, and you’re losin’ a hand.”

You blinked. “That’s not exactly what I meant by compromise, but I’ll take it.”

The next morning, Logan sat in the kitchen, grudgingly handing you a pair of sharper scissors. “Make it quick.”

You grinned like you’d won the lottery. “I promise it’ll be painless.”

“You better hope so.”

You gingerly reached for the beard, Logan’s eyes watching you like a hawk. The tension was thick—one wrong move, and you knew it’d be war.

Snip. You took off just enough to make a difference, but not enough to piss him off. He grunted but didn’t complain. Snip, snip. A couple more careful cuts, and you stepped back, admiring your handiwork.

Logan rubbed his chin, inspecting it in the mirror. “Not bad.”

“See? Didn’t kill you.”

“Yet.”

You laughed, putting the scissors down. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Logan stood up, stretching. “Maybe. But at least now I won’t get mistaken for Bigfoot at the grocery store.”

You smirked. “Who knew the Wolverine could be such a drama queen about a beard?”

He growled, but this time, you could see the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t push it, babe. Next time you come near me with those scissors, you might lose an eye.”

“Noted.” You gave him a playful wink. “But seriously, thanks for not letting it grow legs and walk off on its own.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, grabbing his jacket. “Now let’s get outta here before you try to cut somethin’ else.”

As he headed for the door, you couldn’t resist one last comment. “Don’t worry, the hair on your head is next.”

Logan shot you a look over his shoulder. “Don’t. Even. Think about it.”

[opawz]

Round Head Teddy Bear Dog Cheek Line Trimming Tutorial

Learn how to master the art of grooming with our step-by-step tutorial on achieving the perfect roundhead Teddy Bear dog cheekline. Our expert guide covers essential techniques using curve shears, ensuring a well-defined chin line and balanced appearance. Whether you’re a novice or an experienced groomer, follow along to elevate your Teddy Bear dog’s grooming game! Tutorial Provided By Yi Nuo Pet…

[kangals]

what does the grooming process look like for stellina and kep?

my 'process" for grooming is very much what i would call 'poor man's dog training':

get a silicone lick-mat

apply peanut butter very generously

slap that bad boy onto the front of the fridge/kitchen appliances at dog eye-level

groom while they're distracted

i start this process day 1 as puppies and continue it through their whole lives. should i actually be putting in the effort to actually train them to stand still and quietly for grooming without the need for food distraction? yes. do i? no i'm lazy.

or if you're asking about like, what grooming i'm actually doing:

hair: i do an all-over brush at least once a week (should do twice but again, lazy and not needed). takes like 20-30 mins. my 'schedule' for brushing is basically this:

red areas (behind ears, arm/legpits) are high-friction and very prone to matting. these you have to brush out at least once a week, no exceptions, or you will get mats. this is also very sensitive skin so it's good to desensitize them to brushing as much as you can.

yellow areas should be brushed at least once weekly to comb out any tangles and debris, but are less prone to matting.

and then the rest of them i'll brush through but that's about it, that part pretty much never tangles.

i normally just use a pin brush and slicker brush, and a metal comb for the yellow/red areas. sometimes an undercoat rake if they're very sheddy.

collies are 'dry' dogs - they don't really drool, and they don't have the oily waterproof coat that breeds like a lab or hound does, so they're naturally low-odor without much of a 'doggy' smell. i'll bathe every 4-8 weeks depending on what the weather's like and if their skin seems like it's getting cruddy. 2-3 times a year i'll take them to a groomer to have them do a 'deshed' treatment where they really blow out the undercoat, because this makes a huge difference in keeping them comfortable in the heat, and in how much hair i have to vacuum.

for stellina i've also been getting an outline trim (shortening up the yellow areas on the pic with long feathering) in spring and fall, it just keeps things cleaner and it makes a huge difference in the amount of time i have to spend brushing.

feet: i dremel nails every week, same PB-mat method as with brushing. every week is probably overkill but i think it's good desensitization and also i hate long nails on dogs so i'm a bit anal about it. collies tend to get long hair on the feet/between the pads, some people like the 'grinch feet' look but personally i fucking hate it so every 4-6 weeks i just take round-tip scissors and clean them up.

other: the rest i do as needed, e.g. if i see any wax/debris in the ears i'll do a clean with OTC ear cleaner and a cotton ball. one of stellina's eyes tends to be teary, so about once a week i take a warm washcloth and wipe them down to prevent tear stains. and then i vacuum my house weekly, sometimes every 2 weeks if it's not too bad.

honestly i'm writing a lot but what i've listed here is way less than 1 hour a week on average, collies IMO are not particularly high-grooming needs dogs (compared to, say, a doodle or OES that needs daily brushing and regular professional grooming). i find the grooming and hair totally manageable. i honestly prefer dealing with long hair because it tends to clump together on the ground, rather than short hairs that fly and scatter into everything. people tend to see roughs and go 'oh no way too much hair' but like, it is super manageable as long as you've got half an hour at some point each week to brush your dog. i'm very obsessive about my pets being 'neat' and i do fine.

sorry for the incredibly overly-long answer to your very simple ask lmao

[mahi-does-some-art]

Touma, when both he and Tsurugi were younger and before Tsurugi constantly fucked off to resturaunts with his coworkers, probably cooked a lot of Tsurugi's meals if they weren't getting takeout. Knowing Touma he probably used the food as leverage when Rugi wasn't yet making money or was money-obsessed.

Can you imagine how pissed he would be when Mahiru bullhorns his way into Tsurugi's (and his) life and starts doing what he does best, showing affection through cooking?

Not that Touma's gonna say no to being able to mooch off of the kid by eating his food for free, he's not upset by that at all. It's just...

"Woah!! Mahiru-kun, this is suuuper good! Better than Touma's!!"

He wants to wipe that dumb smile off of his hellspawn's face so goddamn bad.

He also can't use any food as leverage anymore because no matter how many times he deletes that brat's number off of Tsurugi's phone, he finds his way to that dog anyways, bento or plastic container in-hand chalked full of what he knows he likes.

Tsurugi is getting healthier and happier, eating the love mixed into Mahiru's cooking like it was ambrosia, and Touma's grip on him is slipping into something unlike what it was before. The leash is still there, in his hand, but its longer now– takes much more effort to pull him back.

And his son stands by Tsurugi, scissors in hand. Looking dead into his eyes.

Grooming dogs seems to be in the genes.

[rainbowxocs]

(REFERENCE COMING SOON)

TW: Child Abuse, Grooming, Stuff of that nature.

Name: Jonah Louis Francois.

Alt Names: Moon, Mouse.

Special Titles: Forsaken God, Death, The Grim Reaper, Puppet, God Killer, Narrator.

Old Titles: Roi De France, Dauphin de France, General, God of Knowledge, God of Mourning, God of the Moon, God of Healing, False God, Mad King.

Username: @jonahfrancois

Nicknames: Your Majesty, Your Highness, My Prince, Chiot, Baby Girl, La Lune, Moonie, Old Man, Hero, Mr Nice Guy, Dog Boy, My Muse, Watson, Hound of Baskerville.

Chronological Age: 4.5 Billion.

Vessel Age: 605.

Age: 45.

Pronouns: Any Pronouns.

Sexuality: Demisexual, Gay.

Gender: Transfeminine, Nonbinary, Genderqueer.

Base Species: Starling.

Current Species: Litch, Reaper, “Werewolf.”

Disorders: Insomnia, CPTSD, Morality OCD, Autism, Schizophrenia, NPD, ASPD, Bulimia.

Physical Disabilities: Blind in Left Eye,Dyslexia, Chronic Pain, Cursed, Immunocompromised.

Curse Info: He got cursed after trying to deceive the gods. The curse has two parts to it, Jonah is able to feel everyone‘s pain and emotions within a 50 mile radius of him, Jonah is able to take a persons pain/injury and transfer it to himself. Jonah also has a sort of Hanahaki-esque part to his curse, where Roses and Thorny Branches will sometimes consume him or cause him to throw up the flowers. Usually this part of the curse activates if Jonah hurts someone. His hands and arms can also blacken if he uses excessive power.

Recovering Addictions: Nicotine (Cigarettes), Alcohol, Cocaine.

Religion: None.

Job: Professional Antihero, Hospital Administrator, Cafe Owner, Painter.

Degrees: Mathematics, Physics, Paramedic Science, NPLQ, Health Administration.

Lives in: NYC, New York, 2306.

Languages: Voynich,French, English, ASL, LSF, Spanish, Chinese, Hindi, Japanese, Arabic, German, Danish, Italian, Russian, Dutch.

Height: 6’5”

Ethnicity: French.

Accent: French.

Monster Form: Black Shadowy Werewolf-Like Creature with glowing white eyes. Slightly staticy.

Animal Form: Giant Powder Blue Isopod, or Black Wolf.

Other Form: Blue Goop.

Spirit Form: Blue Firey Figure with Glowing White Eyes.

Spirit Level: Acceptance.

Powers: Healing, Thorn Vines, Siren, Illusion Magic, Reality Bending, Shapeshifting, Snow Magic, Fire Magic, Plant Magic, Hypnosis, Water Magic, Causing Eclipses, Strings, Necromancy, Ocean Magic, Mind Walking, Dream Walking, Static.

Weapons: Sword, Knife, Scissors.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral.

Text Color: Blue.

Main Animal: Dogs, Otters, Mice.

Main Hobbies: Piano, Painting, Sewing, Crochet, Knitting, Antiquing, Reading, Video Games.

Favorite Drinks: Peppermint Tea, Hot Chocolate,

Favorite Snacks: Almonds, Cheese, Tortilla Chips, Triskets, Pomegranates.

Favorite Meals: Peanut Butter and Pickle Sandwiches, Mac and Cheese, Tacos, Ratatouille, Garbure, Mushroom and Olive Pizza, Maki Rolls, Sashimi, Toast.

Favorite Dessert: Blueberry Muffins, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Swirl Icecream, Cheesecake.

Favorite Flower: Daffodils, Lilies, Daisies.

Scent: Fancy Vanilla Cologne.

Handedness: Right Handed.

Blood Color: Gold/Silver, Sometimes Red.

Awareness: Very Aware. (Effect: Negative.)

Birthday: December 1st 1701

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: Jane Austen is one of his favorite authors, He is fork lift certified.

Special Interests: History, Heroism, Physics, Project Sekai and Vocaloid, Idols, Animals.

Stims: Very subtle stims. Fidgeting with pens, playing with his hair, etc. he also uses a moon stress ball.

Stimboard: COMING SOON.

Moodboard: COMING SOON.

Fashion Board: COMING SOON.

Comfort Objects: Teddy (Old Teddy Bear.)

Family:

Alden Francois, Madeline Francois. (Parents.)

Charles, Pierre, Raphael, Angelo. (Brothers.)

Evelyn Williams (Adoptive Grandmother)

Lila Francois (Adoptive Daughter) (Deceased)

Evan Sirius (Adoptive Son) (Deceased)

Kaela Sirius (Adoptive Daughter)

Aculia, Louis. (Adoptive Children)

Friends: Samantha, Claire, Malik, Alex.

Puppetmaster: Aditya.

Romance: James DuPont, Aditya Ravi. (Spouses.), Kriston Bell (Boyfriend.)

Enemies: James DuPont (Mortal Enemy)

Pets: Jasper (Service Dog) (Golden Retriver), Pepper (Grey,Tan, and White Cat with Cerebellar Hypoplasia), Aquarium with Various Fish.

Reincarnations: Achilles, Other Unknown Reincarnations.

Brief Personality: Not many people know the real Jonah. He has carefully crafted his personality over the past few hundred years in order to be the epitome of perfection. Kind, Generous, Empathetic. He wants nothing more than to help people, to be good. However underneath the mask, Jonah is incredibly lonely. He often feels like there is a glass wall between him and other people. The “real” Jonah, doesn’t react correctly, doesn’t have the proper emotions or thoughts. So he buries that within himself. Though, some have noticed his mask is slipping.

Brief Backstory:

Jonah was born as a french prince, the youngest out of four other brothers. He was much younger than the rest of his brothers, them being young men when he was born. This concerned Jonah's mother deeply as her other sons had playmates and other children to grow up with and Jonah would be all alone. She looked down at her son in his crib until she had an epiphany.

She took several ladies in waiting down to the local town's orphanage with her and she picked out a boy around her son's age. One of the women named him James. Queen Madeline decided that this will be her sons new playmate and took him back to the castle with her.

Jonah and James became inseparable. They shared the same bed, they would play together, eat together, basically do everything together. The queen's gambit actually worked spectacularly. They were best friends. Though she did regret it sometimes when Jonah would have the mother of all tantrums when James wasn't included in every single activity they were doing. But, it made Jonah happy and that's all that mattered to her.

One day, when Jonah was around 5 or 6, Jonah's father kissed his mother while saying goodbye. Jonah asked her about it as he was curious. She explained that is what married people do. Jonah, again confused asked what marriage was. His mother said that marriage is an inseparable bond, someone you are with forever. She also explained weddings and other boring stuff like that.

Jonah nodded, and went off to "go play". and by go play, he means go be a little rascal. Jonah snuck into his parents bedroom and climbed up on a chair. He began to rummage through his mothers jewelry box. The little thief found a beautiful ring and stuffed it in his pockets before making a quick getaway.

Jonah ran his little legs over to James, finding him in the library where he normally was and he knelt down and proposed to James. James, of course said yes and the two of them ran through the castle and to Jonah's mother. Jonah explained that he needed a wedding URGENTLY. it was VERY important.

Thankfully, his mother found this amusing despite the time period and decided to indulge them. She set up a crowd of their collective stuffed animals, and officiated a little "wedding" for the two of them. She even took one of her old necklace chains and fashioned the ring into a necklace, since James hands were far too small to wear the ring normally.

She figured, that they had no idea what the hell this meant so might as well let them have fun.

The rest of their childhood went without much incident, the two of them just learning and playing with one another. Until the two boys turned into tweens about 11 or 12. They were starting to get a little rebellious as tweens often do. One day during a boring royal event, the two of them snuck out of the castle and onto the grounds.

They ran up to a nearby pond that was on the property and they both decided to go swimming. They jump into the water. Jonah is a natural born swimmer, however.. James.. was not.. while Jonah and him were having fun, Jonah got distracted by some guards coming and trying to find him and James. He swam deeper into the water to hide, and when he came back up. He realized.. James was ?̴̡̖̦̼̜̺̰̈́̀̿̀́́͂̋͝͝?̴̛͔͕͙͉͓̙̞͖̱̉͌̊͐̚͜?̴̧̰̭͉̺͙͉̰̯̦̊̇̄̑̄̏̑̄̏͆͑͝?̷̛͈̦͖̲̫̬̔͌̽̇͑̎͐͗͜͠͠͠?̷̼̼͓̖̬̐̓̇?̴̨̧̣̼̘̝͈̰͉̞̅̐̇͌͠?̶͖̬̖̟̱̰͖̹̺̍̿̈́̆͋̃̍?̴̡̛͙̫̬̹͍̳̮̮͍̲̱̔͂͊͆̅̄̾̿̕͜͜͠?̴̛̱̥̖̰̫̖̝̥̝̈́̑̈́͂́̍̔̌̆̔͐͘̚?̴̧̘͍̙͈̯̝̻̝͙̟̹͚̺̂̐̀͗̇̄͝?̵̧̪͔̼̜̤̹͐?̷̯͍̰̪̣̘͈̘̥̐̉̿̾̽̓̂̐̊̐̂̊͑̅̅ͅ

He dived under the water, and.. found.. ?̴̡̖̦̼̜̺̰̈́̀̿̀́́͂̋͝͝?̴̛͔͕͙͉͓̙̞͖̱̉͌̊͐̚͜?̴̧̰̭͉̺͙͉̰̯̦̊̇̄̑̄̏̑̄̏͆͑͝?̷̛͈̦͖̲̫̬̔͌̽̇͑̎͐͗͜͠͠͠?̷̼̼͓̖̬̐̓̇?̴̨̧̣̼̘̝͈̰͉̞̅̐̇͌͠?̶͖̬̖̟̱̰͖̹̺̍̿̈́̆͋̃̍?̴̡̛͙̫̬̹͍̳̮̮͍̲̱̔͂͊͆̅̄̾̿̕͜͜͠?̴̛̱̥̖̰̫̖̝̥̝̈́̑̈́͂́̍̔̌̆̔͐͘̚?̴̧̘͍̙͈̯̝̻̝͙̟̹͚̺̂̐̀͗̇̄͝?̵̧̪͔̼̜̤̹͐?̷̯͍̰̪̣̘͈̘̥̐̉̿̾̽̓̂̐̊̐̂̊͑̅̅ͅ.. James had ?̴̡̖̦̼̜̺̰̈́̀̿̀́́͂̋͝͝?̴̛͔͕͙͉͓̙̞͖̱̉͌̊͐̚͜?̴̧̰̭͉̺͙͉̰̯̦̊̇̄̑̄̏̑̄̏͆͑͝?̷̛͈̦͖̲̫̬̔͌̽̇͑̎͐͗͜͠͠͠?̷̼̼͓̖̬̐̓̇?̴̨̧̣̼̘̝͈̰͉̞̅̐̇͌͠?̶͖̬̖̟̱̰͖̹̺̍̿̈́̆͋̃̍?̴̡̛͙̫̬̹͍̳̮̮͍̲̱̔͂͊͆̅̄̾̿̕͜͜͠?̴̛̱̥̖̰̫̖̝̥̝̈́̑̈́͂́̍̔̌̆̔͐͘̚?̴̧̘͍̙͈̯̝̻̝͙̟̹͚̺̂̐̀͗̇̄͝?̵̧̪͔̼̜̤̹͐?̷̯͍̰̪̣̘͈̘̥̐̉̿̾̽̓̂̐̊̐̂̊͑̅̅ͅ.. Jonah pulls his friend up onto the shore and attempted to?̴̡̖̦̼̜̺̰̈́̀̿̀́́͂̋͝͝?̴̛͔͕͙͉͓̙̞͖̱̉͌̊͐̚͜?̴̧̰̭͉̺͙͉̰̯̦̊̇̄̑̄̏̑̄̏͆͑͝?̷̛͈̦͖̲̫̬̔͌̽̇͑̎͐͗͜͠͠͠?̷̼̼͓̖̬̐̓̇?̴̨̧̣̼̘̝͈̰͉̞̅̐̇͌͠?̶͖̬̖̟̱̰͖̹̺̍̿̈́̆͋̃̍?̴̡̛͙̫̬̹͍̳̮̮͍̲̱̔͂͊͆̅̄̾̿̕͜͜͠?̴̛̱̥̖̰̫̖̝̥̝̈́̑̈́͂́̍̔̌̆̔͐͘̚?̴̧̘͍̙͈̯̝̻̝͙̟̹͚̺̂̐̀͗̇̄͝?̵̧̪͔̼̜̤̹͐?̷̯͍̰̪̣̘͈̘̥̐̉̿̾̽̓̂̐̊̐̂̊͑̅̅ͅ, but it was already t̴̮͙͉͕͒̂̈́̒̿͂͐̈̿̚͠͝o̴͉͈͙͂̏̀̓ͅơ̷̟̳̬̣̪͓̤̱̣̩̮̓̌̐̈́͋̍̃̕͜͝ ̷̟̤̐̐̓̈͊̈́͝l̵̢̡̢̧̡̧̜̝̬̻̱͇̭͈̙̉̅̉a̷̢̦̗̼͕̼̩̭̝̽̔ͅt̸͙͔͝ȩ̸̢̝̝̗̠̘͚̳̫͉̫̱́̀̈́͋̾̒̃̐̒̾̀̑̕. Jonah, began to sob into James. Up in the sky, the moon covered the sun causing an eclipse. The water from the pond moved forwards, surrounding James and Jonah in a shallow pool. The water glowing a bright blue around them and, like a miracle.

James ?̸͎̬̑̇͂̎̓̆̀̒͜?̷͍͎͍͓̤͓͖̫͈͆ͅ?̴̧̟́͂͝?̴̧̛̣̞͚̤̟̝̮̫̟͙̟̀͑̀͒̔̅̂̀̄͗̊̌̕͜?̶͈̗̜̝̈̿͛̓̐͌̀?̴̳̖͎̓̈́̕. Jonah hugged him tightly as he began to cry harder. The moon moved past the sun, returning everything to normal. James was very confused as he didn't even remember what had happened. But he hugged Jonah back either way. He picks James up and brings him back to the castle.

The two grow up more, now being around 16. Jonah has been learning how to paint and do the arts, as well as learning how to swordfight. Him and James will practice for hours on in just sparring with one another. The two of them quite enjoy "fighting" and they're both quite equally good at it.

There is a war going on between his father's kingdom and some others. It's quite vicious and things have been tense around the castle. Jonah's older brothers are helping their father the best they can however none of them are exactly good at strategy or battle tactic. Which is causing a lot of arguments between them and their father.

Jonah and James one day decide to visit the war room, where they find the king screaming at Jonah's brothers. Their bad call had caused an entire army to die, once again and he was getting sick and tired of them all being idiots. They all storm out of the room for a moment to cool off, leaving Jonah and James alone in the room.

James looks at the giant chess board in the middle of the room, looking at the battle strategy. Jonah couldn't really make heads or tails of it, he was always more of an artist than a military man. James however moved some pieces around in order to make a better formation before stepping back.

Jonah's father came back into the room, and looked at the board. He looked at Jonah and thought that his son had done it instead of James. Something.. clicks in the kings mind before he dismisses the two boys.

A few weeks later, The king summons Jonah into the war room again. He tells him that it is a shame that he is the youngest when he has so much potential to be a great leader. Jonah.. didn't exactly agree but nodded anyway to be polite. His father brushed some hair out of Jonah's face. "You want to make me proud, right?" The king said.

"Of course." Jonah replied.. nervously.

"Why don't you become my second in command so to speak? Your brothers are not exactly... the best at this sort of thing. I need someone like you to help me."

And of course, Jonah wouldn't say no to something like that. Being able to help his father, to actually get attention from him would be amazing. Him and his father never really had much of a connection due to Jonah being a bit soft. If he could prove to him that he also had value, Jonah thought that would be swell.

Jonah's father and him spent a lot more time together, growing closer and closer. Jonah despite not being the one who originally messed with the board, was actually pretty good at strategy. Most of his plans worked and the ones that didn't, his father would ?̴̡̖̦̼̜̺̰̈́̀̿̀́́͂̋͝͝?̴̛͔͕͙͉͓̙̞͖̱̉͌̊͐̚͜?̴̧̰̭͉̺͙͉̰̯̦̊̇̄̑̄̏̑̄̏͆͑͝?̷̛͈̦͖̲̫̬̔͌̽̇͑̎͐͗͜͠͠͠?̷̼̼͓̖̬̐̓̇?̴̨̧̣̼̘̝͈̰͉̞̅̐̇͌͠?̶͖̬̖̟̱̰͖̹̺̍̿̈́̆͋̃̍?̴̡̛͙̫̬̹͍̳̮̮͍̲̱̔͂͊͆̅̄̾̿̕͜͜͠?̴̛̱̥̖̰̫̖̝̥̝̈́̑̈́͂́̍̔̌̆̔͐͘̚?̴̧̘͍̙͈̯̝̻̝͙̟̹͚̺̂̐̀͗̇̄͝?̵̧̪͔̼̜̤̹͐?̷̯͍̰̪̣̘͈̘̥̐̉̿̾̽̓̂̐̊̐̂̊͑̅̅ͅ give him a pat on the back. You can't win them all after all.

His brothers kept getting in the way though of his progress. The lot of them didn't really take Jonah seriously. His dad did though, and that's all that mattered. Him and his dad would stay up late at night and ?̴̡̖̦̼̜̺̰̈́̀̿̀́́͂̋͝͝?̴̛͔͕͙͉͓̙̞͖̱̉͌̊͐̚͜?̴̧̰̭͉̺͙͉̰̯̦̊̇̄̑̄̏̑̄̏͆͑͝?̷̛͈̦͖̲̫̬̔͌̽̇͑̎͐͗͜͠͠͠?̷̼̼͓̖̬̐̓̇?̴̨̧̣̼̘̝͈̰͉̞̅̐̇͌͠?̶͖̬̖̟̱̰͖̹̺̍̿̈́̆͋̃̍?̴̡̛͙̫̬̹͍̳̮̮͍̲̱̔͂͊͆̅̄̾̿̕͜͜͠?̴̛̱̥̖̰̫̖̝̥̝̈́̑̈́͂́̍̔̌̆̔͐͘̚?̴̧̘͍̙͈̯̝̻̝͙̟̹͚̺̂̐̀͗̇̄͝?̵̧̪͔̼̜̤̹͐?̷̯͍̰̪̣̘͈̘̥̐̉̿̾̽̓̂̐̊̐̂̊͑̅̅ͅ gossip about his brothers. The king over the coming months explained to himạ̴̢̛̜͂̌̆̀̋̑̉̋͝͠ ̴͓̯̑̈͗̉̃͒̒̚ṕ̷̮̣̣͈̫̤̅̀̈̔͑͌͛͘ľ̶̡̛̥͖̮̪͚̟͉̠̤͎̊̃́̀̉́̋̆̾̚ă̶̡̜̤̗̖͓͔̦̥̼̣͈̜̞͚̚n̴̨̛̍̔͐̾͑̂. Obviously, he couldn't just make Jonah the heir. Birth order succeeds intelligence and actual talent to rule a country. So the king told Jonah to ?̴̡͕͍̭̭̝̣͖̼̭̞͙̺̳̖̇͝?̷̧̙̟̭̥̰̥̱̭̾̊̅͑̓̾̏̈͋̑́̕̚̚͜?̷̯͇͖͇̳͔͓͖̜̼͖̖̼̻̬͌̂̇́͐́͑̎͘?̶̛͔̰̦̓̎̂̆̄̎̄̈̀͘̕͠͠?̸̧̪̩͖̱̣̱̠̠͔̬̀͐͗̈̋̔̊̎͘͝͠͠?̸̯͔͔̙̞̦̹̱̫̩͙̘̜̙̙̽́̏͊̊͘. It would be easy, all he had to do was get rid of the problem and then Jonah wouldn't have to worry about his brothers getting in the way of ?̴̡͕͍̭̭̝̣͖̼̭̞͙̺̳̖̇͝?̷̧̙̟̭̥̰̥̱̭̾̊̅͑̓̾̏̈͋̑́̕̚̚͜?̷̯͇͖͇̳͔͓͖̜̼͖̖̼̻̬͌̂̇́͐́͑̎͘?̶̛͔̰̦̓̎̂̆̄̎̄̈̀͘̕͠͠?̸̧̪̩͖̱̣̱̠̠͔̬̀͐͗̈̋̔̊̎͘͝͠͠?̸̯͔͔̙̞̦̹̱̫̩͙̘̜̙̙̽́̏͊̊͘.

O̵͍̼̣̯͍̲̅̔̐̒̅͑̊̿̌͗̆́̚n̵̞͙̼̬̩͇͕̠͎̼͕͍̺͕͂e̵͈̓̒͛ ̵͔͔̲̳̙̞̪͓̊ḅ̴̛̘̙̠͝ỵ̸͙̬̺́̅̐̔̀͒̑̈̀̎̕̕̕̚ ̷̨̗̜̱̬͓̟͉̯̯̥̜̣̙̈̋̉̿͋͜ö̴̡̫̖̤̀̾͝n̸̡̨̺̮͔̲̝̗͍̹̹̓̍̅̐̏̕ḙ̶̻̲̻̀̎̈́̋̑͛̾̔͘̕ ̸̙́͆̍͗͌̃͌͆��t̴̰̤̪̫̗̐͒̀́̉̑̉̔̓͋͛̽̚͝ͅh̶̘̜͑̄̈́̾͒̿̈͑̆́̆̊͘͝ę̷̛̜͎̝͂̇̂̄͠ ̶̛̘̃̑̌̃̏p̸̧̢̛̩̪̤͛̊̅̀r̸̨̡͎̟͖͚̖̱̭̪̋͌̓̈́̈̓͝í̷̛̺̜̜̥̬̰͔͎̇̉̔̐̊̂̄͗͘͝n̵̨̨̦̬̹͔̮̽̐͛̄͐̄̊̾͌̆̒͝c̵̡̤̖̭͙̜͈̟͖͖̍̆ͅȩ̶̱͖͓̭̩͒͐s̴̡̨̢̘̫̙͔̗͚̀͊͆͝ ̷̘̣̜͙͋̓̎̏́̇ả̴̡̧̡̤͇̬͉͉̰̭̮̱͙̹̐̈́l̸͕̘̀̄͐̔̀̒̇̚͜͠l̶̯͙͎̳͔̜̘̦̤̳̪̐̔̀ ̸̻̉͑͂̂͆̇͝f̶̨̪̩͙͙̦̆̋̆̃̾́͜ē̵̡̢̛͓͔̬̰̭̘̣͎̻͙̓̒̽̊̈͆͆̈́̃̈́͒͘ͅl̶̢̩̳̗̘̜̮͖̙̥̥̃̈̃̽̎̀͛͋͠͝ḽ̴̫͍̭̀̓̈́̽̀̇͌͌͊͝.̴̢͕͈̱̝̪͚̲͎̪͕̭͓̈́͊̐͒̾͊̒̑̀̅̅̌̿̊͜͝

Jonah was the new heir to the throne, and along side his father he began to train to one day take over his fathers stead. ỉ̸͔͕̹͗̌̇̋͝ ̴̡̛̰̯̯̣̼͕́͗̀̍̔̎̉̀̚h̷̡̢̦̼̝̬̳̼̬̘̬̰̝̃͛́̑̔̽͝ͅá̵̡̡̱̮͙͎͍̠̭̭̎͛ͅț̵̗̱̘̬́̑͂̅́̂̄̉͆͒͘ ḙ̴̲̻͛̆̐́͊͘͘t̴̡̢̧̤͖̜̯͌̓͛͗͑̔̓̈́͒̽̄͑̚͝͝h̶͔͚̪̤͎̅̃̔́͗̾̚͠ī̶͍͕̱̹̬̺̬̰͖̺͛̀̿̆̽͝ş̷̲̭̪̹̬̀́̏͠.̷̪͕̠̩̱͎̺̳͕̻͙̻̍̓͌̅͝ͅ Jonah finally felt happy, H̷̬̫̟̪̻̍͂̍̑̔̿̍͒̾̚ế̵̻̭̮̜̬̄̈́ ̴̧̗͙̳͚̰̹̤̻̭̣͆͋̒̍͜h̷̥͖͉̤̯̗̹͉̯͍̣͕̰̹̰̒̌̅͊͛̎a̶͙̻͙̟͎͒̓̒d̸̙͓͔̜̔̌͐̀̀̓ ̵̖̠̘͈͚͍̞͎̥̺͉̎̍̄́́̈́͗̇͛̀̕͝͝a̷͙͔̲̭͐͑̀̎͘͝ ̷̨̫͍̪͓̼̬͖̪̞̤̤̪̘͖̒̿̇̏̊̊̊̒̒͗p̵̛̤̗͙͓̿̐̂͌̓̒̊̍͆͒̇̏̚͝ͅư̶̛̪͙͌̿͂̌̿̈́̅̀ŗ̶̈́͆̏͑͒̉̑̆̚p̴̬̣̓͒̆̀̏̔͠ȏ̷̡̰̣͋͊̏ś̴̨̢̛̛͓̪̦̝̗̂̑̈̒̓́͑̉ḙ̶̢̢̛̘̰̙̻̊̈́͐̂̈́̓.̸̞̓̏̑̾ H̵̡͔̥̰͍̠̻͌̀̈́͌͂͂̆͂͛̂͊̕ͅȅ̴̡̼̙̘͎̙͇̍̀̔͋̚ ̵͖̼͇̾̅̿̾̔͛͠w̸̛͇͑̋̄̔̄̓͋̅́̈́́́à̵̳̑̉̀́͂̍̑͋̿̊̊̈́́͝s̵̰̪͇̹̖̠̳̝͂̽͗̕͠ ̶̪̼̠͙̬̺̚m̶̤̪̪̟͚̭͙̮̼̾̐͂͛̑̏͂a̵͓̰̺͕̻͓̤̣̖̤͇͈͗́̀̽͌̀͒̎̆̊͒́̂͘ķ̸̫͇̰͕̲͍͚̠͚̯̥̗̥̊͗͂͋̚͜ḯ̸͚̰̥̠̫̘͙̹͍̼̜̞̦̜̒͐͋̽̌̐̎̒̉̽͆̚͝͝n̷̨͇̯̭̠̝͕̝̻̽ğ̸̭̞͊̽̀͊͝͝͝ ̸̡̖̓̌͜ͅḩ̵͙̬͖̳̞̝̘̞̫̤͊̿̾̿̒i̷͔͗͆m̴̛̹̹̯̆͊͐͛̿̊̚ ̵̢̳̬̤̪̝͍̜̹̣̮̥̠̱͂͒͋̓̈́͒͝ͅp̴̛͐͊̌̂��̢̨̡̝͙̝͔͍̺̲͙̣́̈́̒̈́̿͌̅͝͝ͅr̴̡̡̰̬̗̰̖̪̩̗̾̑̎̋ͅo̴̬̗̱̠̰̺̲͖̞̭̲̗̩̟͑̈̌̎̉̏̀̈́̊̈́̽̿͗̈́ǔ̴͖͔̮̣̗͎͓͍͉̠̤͙̣̥̉͑̓̐́͗̉̍̓̈́̍̓͂ͅd̵̛͉̘͐̂͊͂͌́̑̎̐̒̅.̶̖͉̂̇̿̌̈́͆͜

When Jonah was around 17, all the court could talk about was marriage. There were several ladies of the court who were fawning over him. However Jonah never seemed interested in any woman. Most people believed he was just reserved. Every party his mother and father would throw for him to find a wife, he would just sneak off to the rose garden with James.

In Jonah's mind, he already had a wife. He didn't need anyone else besides him. James however was a bit more practical. He did genuinely try and attempt to get Jonah at least a woman he could be friends with so the others wouldn't grow suspicious of the two of them. Despite Jonah's many protests.

His mother informs him that a specific kingdom has offered a meeting with their daughter. Jonah begrudgingly agreed after James pushed him to at least try to meet with her. A few weeks later, a quite beautiful woman arrived, a Duchess from a neighboring country named Dahlia. They exchanged pleasantries however her ladies in waiting wouldn't quite let Jonah anywhere near her to speak with her.

James followed Jonah around to sort of, match the vibe the Duchess was putting out. The group of them would walk around the castle together in awkward silence. It was so. terrible. Jonah eventually lead the group of them to the rose gardens, where he s̴̞͇̤̰̗̗͖̭̥̍̀̒̊͋͑̚͠t̷̮̻̭̤̩͔̆̓̋ǎ̷̡̛͎͊̈́̓̈́͐̚͘ŕ̷̡̨̪̤̜̗͚́̍̓̋͂̓́̽̔̇͑̕͠e̴͍̰̖̥̺͉̯͗d̸̨̧̛̬̯̪̭̳̳̹̝̦̗̘̺̤̑́̽̓̚͠͠ ̶̮̺͚̜͕̲͓̜̱̬̔̐̓̾͜͠͝ͅa̵̡͈͖̮̼͓̅̌̏̐̈́̕̚t̴̨̢̝̬͇͔̙̆͋̾͐͊̃̓̿̋̂̉̍͂́̕ ̶̢̢̯̹̣͈̦̜̥͍̹̞͔͒̉̀͒̀͐̉̚͜t̶̢̙̹͕̬̖̭̩͙͓̑̆͂̾͊̍̄͆̕̚͠ͅh̷̨̰̭̩̭͚͈͓̱̗̪̺͉̣̭̽́̉̔͝ę̵̛̛͉̻̍͗̒̋́͑̎̀̽͑͆͘͝ ̶̨͎̜̲̥̹̦̯͔͎͖̗̱̇r̴̨̛̥͚̩̙̖̜͕̟̤̮̳̒́̾̌̈́̂̽̄̔̌̀͆̌͘ǫ̴͚͕̫͚̱̘͙͍͙̟͗ŝ̴̹̒͐͐́̒͆͗̇̏͝e̸̡̘̫̭̳͓̖̺̜̬̝̜̖̔̎͆́́͑͛̿͝ş̷̡̡̬̥̮̙͉̜̙͔̗̈́̀.̷̨̳̭̼̣̈́̾̀̈̒͂͆͗̉̐̑͐̉̈́̈

He went and grabbed one with his hand h̴̨̥̰͚̦̪͎̤̘̠̪̟͇̠̿̍̓͊̽́̍̚ͅę̸̢̠͉̝͛̒̊̌͋̎̋̑͆̊̓̚̕͘͘ͅ ̴̛̛̟̯̥̙͎̤͖͈̻̊̉̈͂̏̄̀͘͜͜b̷͈͚̬̈́̇̾̅̏̆͒͋̓̈̂͜l̵̟̈́́͊̾̾͒̊̋̓͐ȏ̶̧̳͍͇̜̩͖͔͕͍̥̣ͅo̵̯͑͋͗̎́̏̄̿̊͜͝d̵̩̩́͊̓̍̿̊͐͊͗̎̑͗̿͂̕ ̸̛̛̦͊̄̆͋̊̀̄́̉̈́͛͘̚g̷̨̾̀͋̊ų̷̗̥̜̾͌̉͌̇s̶̢̛̤̼͎̈̒̾͑̀͊̆̉̚h̷̛̖̯̓̄́̐̓i̴͚̝̼̦̯̝̙̣̥̠͎̘̬̋̍̋͒̀̉̾̑͜n̸͍̦̜̄͐̃̀͑́̎̌́̚g̴̡͓̺̜̖͚͙̥̟͎͎̫̭̈͐̏̆͌̈́̂͒ͅ ̸̳̳̪̗͉̆͗̍̔͑̆̈́̃̆̕ͅf̵̰̹̬̉̑͛̍ŕ̵̼͈͙͈̪͎͕̳̪̼̱̻̮̦͐̑̾͗̿̅̚͝ͅo̸̘̬̗͉̾̅̿̓͐͐̐́̎̊͂͑̂̍m̵̯̜̤̱͎͈͉̣͓͓̙̺̘͋͝ͅ ̸̡̨̛͈̞̹̘͎̰̹͉̳̯͉́́̅̏̍̍̈́̋́͠ͅh̴̖̝͋͒ï̵̢̨̢̲̼͎̼͕͕̣͍͎̼̯̀ş̷̛̫̩̼̪͎̟̥̦̬̞̜͚̑̉̃̄̎̈̉̉͛͂͆́̔͜͝ ̶̡̛̛͇͈͕̗͖͙̱͉͚͕̖̘̼̭̿͌͆͐̈̿̆͋͐̈́̀̕͠ḩ̴̯̞͔̺̦͎͙͗̌̎́̆͑͆̀̍̈͝a̸̙̣͈̠̲̙͔̭̥͎̘̖̮̜̿̒͛́ͅn̶̦̂͆̔̇̋̆̏́d̸̢̛̻̙̭̟̞̠͗͋̂̓͋͒͜ ̶̪̼̓͆̄̂̃̈å̵̗͓̘̠̱̀̎̏s̴̰̪͓̣̖̪̭̱̺͉̀͋̌̀̚͜ ̸̧̲̟͓̈̌̔̍̉͊͛̓t̸̯̪͉͎̞͉͗͛͛͘ḩ̷̘̩̭̤̦̻̮̝͚́̓̊̈́̿͜e̸̛͈̬̜͕͖͊͐̃̅̚͝ ̶̢̧̩̮̘̹̖̣͚́̏̐ͅt̵̨̩̩͉̯̳̬̮͓͈̻̯̿̈́̑͒̈́̽͊̒̈́ͅh̸̛̥͎̟̘̜͗̇͗̎̈́̈́̿̈͌͒͆͊̕͠o̶̹͍̹̯͔͊̎͒̉̀̐́ŗ̸̨̧͍͕̬͉̠̬̳̩̖͖̞̜̈́̅̄̀n̵̡̢̼̠̪̦̫͈̬̘͉͂͛̔͌̈́̂̌ͅͅs̴̥̘̭̘̦̾̊̆ ̶̛̩̎͛d̴̤͈̬̩̬͍̞͚͇̏̆̑̓̽̇̂́́͑̿̏̆͝u̶͚͓͕̩͔̗͙̪̳̮̤̮̠̾͜͜g̴͓̰͈͈̓ ̴̧̻̬͓̥̏́̾̈́͜ḯ̶̗̹͚̞̙̜̘͓͈̬̗̀͗̅̋͂̓͒̀͗͂̐̚͘̚͜ͅn̷̺̫̞̝̖͈̓̇̍̾̓̂͋̀̌̌̂̂̄͝t̶̫̳̠͉̼͈̎̽͑̈́̌͑͐̎͂̈̉̒̔̚o̸̞̥̞̰̭̺̘̦̰͍̹̹͛͑͂̿͜ ̴̘̠̳͇̩͓̿̈́̈́̇͑̄͑̀͌̕̕͠ḫ̷̨̢̧̞̻̦̼̺̩̝͕̠͆͜ī̴̧͕̣͖̹̥̟̫̩̬̖͉̰͑̐̀̽̔̈́̈́̆̕ḿ̴̢̦̩̣͙̬͎̫͔̝́̅̏̐̈͛͑͂̌͋̇̕̕͜.̸͎̑̍̍́̅̅̈́̾̽͘͘

He stared down at the bandages on his hand.

"Are you listening, Jonah?" The king said.

"Oh." He shook his head, looking up at his father. "Sorry. I got distracted, what did you say?"

"People are starting to talk, Jonah." His father took a sip of his drink as he paced slightly around the room.

"We could give you the most beautiful, intelligent woman in the entire world and you would still run off with the servant boy." His father said, coldly.

"I... mean.. I've known him for my entire life.. He's my best friend.. I just sort of default to his company above someone I don't really know.." He sighed. "She was barely even speaking to me."

"You always find an excuse, Jonah. It's always something with you."

"I'm sorry. I didn't me-" ?̸̨̛̰͓͍̦̭̄̈͘͠?̵̡̲̱̭̺̰̣͋͐̎͒͊́̚͝?̷̼̻̇͂͛̿͌̕͝͝?̴̯̟̜̦͉̰̣̊͊͒́͌̓͐̒̅?̷̧͖̆?̸̨̳̎͋̈́͐̊̎̈́̂͘?̴̝̻̱̞̮̆̈̇͒̿̒̄͆̕͠?̷͎̗͕̫̜̯̭̱͉̖́̒͛̅̉̓͝?̴̡̡̳̘͉̟̝̮̦̫̺͐̊̊̌̍́̀̒̀͗͑̏͊͘͜?̴̨͓̪͉̲͖͓̬̬̣̳͎͕̼͑͗̽̚̚?̸̢̮͍̰͙͖͛̿̈́̈̽̑̽͐̔͠͝ͅ?̶͇̣̱̮̦̈́̽̅͂̊̓̑͂͗̍?̷͙̥̻̦͚́̇̕̕?̵̧͖̺͓͍͎̠̦̣͈̝̞̾͑̾̔̅͆͋̎̀̅́͗̚͝?̶̧̢̼̫̥̮̥̫̤̈͒̊͆͊̌̉͆͗̅̔́̅͠?̷̢̧̠̱̗̺̘̝̥̿́͂͜?̶̛͈͙͗̀̈́͐͘͠͝?̴̡̛̘̖̈́̾̔̀̑̓̉̋͘͝?̷̨̙̜̥̣̖̩̻̤̦̟̩̳̦̉̍̍͌̾̐́̕͜͠͝?̵̲̲̤̦̖̣̔͂̓͌̇̄̾͒̍̋͝?̶̤͙̦̗͔͈̘͍͇̎̿̆̔̊̔͌ͅ?̴͔͕͕̮͙͂͂̚͘?̵͎͍͈̗̿̓̔̋̈͛͐͊͗͜͠͠ͅ?̸̢̺͍̙͖̤̭̜͙́͑̾͛̉̽͗̿̈́̂̌̈̇͜͝͝?̴̬̯̱̳̣͚͕̇͗̕?̴̜͓̫̺̰̰̞͈̣̐̀̒̾̈̍̉̒?̷̧̯͙̄̈̃͑̒͐̽͝?̴̨̛̫̥̰͔̩̻͇̲̫̯͛̈͊̏̑̏̅̅͆̍́͜͝?̵̞͖̖̗̟̠̯͙̻̙̳̼͓̒/̶̫͇̱̀͛͐͐̾̇́͊̈̚͠ͅ

Within the next few weeks, Dahlia was betrothed to Jonah. The plan being Dahlia will move into the castle and live with his family. Jonah wasn't the most thrilled with this arrangement, but he knew it was necessary. He just tried to enjoy his last few months of freedom.

One night, Jonah woke up. He rubbed his eyes and realized James was gone from their bed. Which was odd. Jonah tried to go back to sleep, but he just couldn't without James around so he decided to take a little walk around the castle until James came back.

He walked through the hallways and heard ?̸̛̥̳͍̟̠̮̗̠͈̀̌̂̄̾͂̈͒͌?̶̢̰̜̰̪͍͙̪̥̮͎̼̒̓͗́̑̽͑͌́̃͌̓͘͠?̶̨̤͖̲̳̺͉̘̦̥͍̆̍̅?̸̦̼̦̩̜̤̗̱͚͈͔̮̋́́̃͌̀̊̇͌̈̀͒͗͜ͅ?̸̨̩͚̭̪̖͔͓̭̫̺̖̪̮͈̏̐́̑̆̎̎͆̅͆́̕̕?̶̨͇̲̩̱̔́̅͂̆̽. James came out of his parents room,?̸̛̥̳͍̟̠̮̗̠͈̀̌̂̄̾͂̈͒͌?̶̢̰̜̰̪͍͙̪̥̮͎̼̒̓͗́̑̽͑͌́̃͌̓͘͠?̶̨̤͖̲̳̺͉̘̦̥͍̆̍̅?̸̦̼̦̩̜̤̗̱͚͈͔̮̋́́̃͌̀̊̇͌̈̀͒͗͜ͅ?̸̨̩͚̭̪̖͔͓̭̫̺̖̪̮͈̏̐́̑̆̎̎͆̅͆́̕̕?̶̨͇̲̩̱̔́̅͂̆̽ brushed past Jonah. His mother stormed out with his father standing in the doorway, trying to tell her to come back. Before he looks at Jonah and ?̸̛̥̳͍̟̠̮̗̠͈̀̌̂̄̾͂̈͒͌?̶̢̰̜̰̪͍͙̪̥̮͎̼̒̓͗́̑̽͑͌́̃͌̓͘͠?̶̨̤͖̲̳̺͉̘̦̥͍̆̍̅?̸̦̼̦̩̜̤̗̱͚͈͔̮̋́́̃͌̀̊̇͌̈̀͒͗͜ͅ?̸̨̩͚̭̪̖͔͓̭̫̺̖̪̮͈̏̐́̑̆̎̎͆̅͆́̕̕?̶̨͇̲̩̱̔́̅͂̆̽.

ḯ̷͖̞̑̕͜ḿ̴̦̻̣̋͠ ̵̡͖͚̕s̸̹͚̒͊o̶̘͋ ̶͖̍̈̚s̸͍̱̾̐ō̵̫̲r̸̖̆̐͜r̶͕͆͌̃ÿ̴͙̺̟́͊ ̷̬̦̈m̷̖͙̝͛͠ő̶̫m̶̛̫̟͙̃m̷̯̗̩̐̇̾y̶̞͙̼̌͛̚ ̶̢̢͕̑͛̈́i̴̛̪͘ ̵̤̌ḋ̶̪͈͎ĩ̵̼̖̚d̷͖͆͒̾n̸̨̦͊̃t̵͇̖͐́̒ ̵͎͔͒̚ḿ̴̧͉è̵̠̔ȁ̴̫̗̮n̸̼̠̈͑ ̷̡̀́͜t̵̘̦́o̵̱͌͐o̶̤͇͕͝ ̴̺͒͋̓p̶̬̦̚l̶͓̖͝e̵̘͓̺̓̓̓ả̸̫̪s̷̱̚e̵͚̰̫̐̈́ ̴̙̺͊f̸͉̈͂o̶͈̓̔̚͜r̶͔̱̈͝ḡ̸̲̣͒̄ị̴͕̾͐̂v̴̻́̇ḙ̷͋ ̷͔͛͐̍m̴͔̺̓e̴͈̍ ̵̠̞̈́i̶͇͒̾͑m̸̻̠͖̏͒͠ ̷̥͌ś̵͇̥͓̌͘ỏ̸̠̂͝ ̴͇̃̊s̷̳̑̇o̸̧͓̜̾́ȓ̵̜͘r̶̰̭̦̿͑̉y̵̲̻̠̍̅͂ ̴̳̻͎͂i̴̳̒̕ ̵̱͑d̴̯̂̂ì̶̯d̴̞̺͛̒n̷̮̼̣͋̄t̴̛̞̏ ̴̨̜̟̍̆m̸̨̬̿e̴̟̥͐̈͆a̸̖̿͊̀n̵͖͚̣̓ ̵̘̒͠t̷̛͎͈ō̸͖̳ ̴̻̣̂̀͝i̷̳͐ ̷̼͊͜d̵̲̫͖͗͌ì̵̖͚̜͋d̸̺͌̃̇ǹ̸͍̭̊̿ț̴̭̀̋͜ ̶̪͍͙̒͂m̷̱̟̾ë̷̟̲́a̷͖̕n̸̗̻͑͝ ̸̱̆ţ̸͖̈́o̸͖͠ ̶͖͌͗̒i̶̞͘m̷̠͚̬͑́̇ ̷̢͕̈̂͝s̶̳͐̂͝ó̷̜̯̈́̍ṟ̷̼̈́ṙ̶̫̟̂y̸̬̭͗̓̅ ̴̛̲̼̱t̶̡̩͍̚̚ḫ̵̅͛ë̵̱̱́r̴̠͌̌e̷̻̺̩͆s̶̛̮̏̕ ̵̝͛̇̌ͅs̵̭̲͂͂͐o̴̯̥͆ ̷̧̘̱̓m̷̬̌u̷͇͊̿͠c̵̢̩̈̈h̸̪̓̂͘ ̵͓͈͎̒b̴̄̕ͅl̴̪̣͐ō̸͉ô̴̯̮̹̚͝d̷̩̭̘́͠ ̸̛̤̊͗i̶͓̹̊̅ ̷̦̯̌̄d̸̛̗ĩ̶̧͉̾͘d̴̥̮̓̆n̴̦̤̮̋̀t̸̨̟͇̿̃̓ ̸̨͚̰̾m̵̧̹͆͂͠e̸̞̟͕̐a̸̖̘̔ṇ̵̞͓͊̋̀ ̸̖͆t̵̟̻́̒ö̵̠̒ ̸͓̎̅k̶̲̓i̸̱͛l̸͔̮̓l̷͔̊͊͝ ̵̙͐͘͝y̴̬͗ờ̸̫̬͈̚u̴̖̞̪̇ ̴̟͈̑̒̔b̷͈̊̏͋o̷̰̞̲͐t̷̨̰͓̀h̵̩̍̈́͠ ̶̞͖̇̓͜į̶̏̄̆m̶̟̲͆͛̕ ̷̫̖̰̿s̶̜̒̕͝ͅò̷̧̲̻͝r̷̦̤̋r̴̝͌̀̓ỷ̴̬ ̶͇̹͘ị̴̞̚ͅ ̴̥̯͚̇͝d̴͉͊̄į̴̤̿̄́d̴̢̧͜͝n̶̛͖̥t̷͓̅̒ ̷̰͓̙̏m̴͔̽͆ę̸̀̈̚a̸̬̤̓͋͠n̶̮̥̞̏ ̵̺̅͋t̴̞̊o̸͓̾ ̴͕̣̳̊͂i̶̧̜̘̔̇͝ṃ̴̡̉ ̴̛͚s̴̢̤̯̋̀o̴͇͐̏ṙ̵̪̘̓r̷̭͗͘ȳ̴̙͐́ ̵̪̈̀į̷̥͕̎̄̄m̵̗̻̞̔̕͠ ̸̩͉͒͘s̴̩̗̤̅ó̸̻̦̺͠r̷̗̭͋r̴̤͛̈́y̴̭̗͙̐͒͝ ̶̝̭̆̆͝p̷̢͝ḻ̴̩̜͋e̶̯̭̋͜a̵͈͉͕͐̎͋s̴̤͆̕e̵̥̗͐̂̈́͜ ̴̻̝͐̄̈c̶̬͐͂̍ó̴̧̮̜͠m̴̤̠̳̍͘e̸̢̊̀̕ ̶͔͠b̴̠͕̮̄ȧ̵̮̜̞̃̈́c̵̞͐̿k̸̞̙̉ ̵̟̱͌̓͝i̴̢̢̠̓̕͠l̶̬̖̗̔͑̈́l̵̨͉̓̄ ̵̼͗͌͘b̴̙̲̯̓ẹ̷̱̽͜ ̸͕̌̆̀g̴̢̻̝̅̈́ȏ̶̗̤̈o̴͎̽͂̂ḑ̴̥͎̿̑ ̸̰̚͠ť̴̠̺͎h̴͈̊ị̴̓̃s̶̘̏ ̷̩̟͛ͅẗ̷̢̈́i̸̝̩̋̓m̴̟͌̓̀e̴̟͕̺̎ ̶̧̄͐͛͜p̴͚̔͌͒ĺ̸̡̅ͅë̸͙̭́͠͠ậ̸̻͉͘s̷̡̙̞̄͐e̵͙̫̣͊͒̕ ̴̡̺̔̕c̷̳̄̑͜͝ỏ̸͕̠͎͘͝m̷̝͒̾͋e̵͔̓ͅ ̶͈̳͓͛̃b̷̜̤͆a̸͔̙͑͘c̶̗͕̈͝k̶̹̪̋̋ ̶̢̃̃i̵͚͚̩͐ ̷̳̉w̷̺̅į̴̭͌́l̴̞̈l̵̖̯͉̂ ̷̧̠̬͒͝d̶̺͔͊ỏ̶͔͘͘ ̷̮͝a̸̠̖̖͒n̷̤͑ẙ̴̨̹̍̈́t̴̥̤͛̈́͝h̵͉̺̣͐̐̈į̵͠͠ͅn̵̟̻̈́̐͑͜ǵ̶̻͕̰̇͋ ̵̗̹̊́͑t̶̪͎̅́ȍ̸̳͒̓ ̵̹̭́g̷͚̣̒̆͝ḛ̸̆͝t̴̰͓̑͐͐ ̴̘͖̙̀̔͠y̷̧̭͚̔õ̵̳̞̥̔̆ǘ̷̬̱̀͋ ̵͎̲̼͠b̵͓̈́͠ḁ̴͎̍ͅc̶͉̒̚k̸͇̹̳̈́ ̵̙̽p̶̯̲̉͜͝͠l̴̛̤̥͚͂ë̴͙̗͇́a̸̫̋̓̚s̴̰̹͆̅̉ē̸̼̫͠ͅ ̷̧͍̠̾i̷͍̞͋m̸̺̝̑̓͝ͅ ̷̹͖͛͗s̴̡̋o̸̩̒ŕ̷̦͚̍r̴̡͍͛͂̍͜y̸̙̅̀͗ ̶̧͍̱̓͠i̷̢̻̪̐͐m̷͓̼̖͛͝ ̶̢͉̂̉̕s̴̛̲͠͝ó̵̳̂ŗ̷͎̎́r̶͙͛̆y̸̰͓̎̀ ̷̥͈̦̈́̒̋i̷̼̓m̵͈̝̃͒̍ ̷̞̺͊̇ṣ̶̔̈́͐ŏ̵͚̩̼r̸̼̓͆͊r̴̠̗̱̽́ý̶̜̎͠ ̸̟̠͝ị̸̧͌ḿ̸̼͇ ̷̦̑s̶͔͂͌̿ơ̸̛̬͖̈́r̵̘̲͆̀̚ŗ̶̜̣͗͠ÿ̸̗̼̱́.̵̙͈̆̉͘ ẗ̴̺̞̂h̷̭̆͌e̶̡̜͎̒̀ŗ̴̘̜̀̔̈è̶̟̞̫̚ș̵̖͙͆̆͆ ̴̣̅̋s̸̢͓͙̓ọ̷̿͝ ̷̨̜͖̄m̴͔̹̈́u̶̦͓̿́c̷̛̱̫̽h̵͇͚̣̆̇ ̵̲̉͒b̸̠̱̻̉l̵̻̮̙͗͑͝ö̸͓́o̵̻̅d̶̠̱̿ ̸͎͇̈́̑͘t̸̮͈̘͘ȟ̵̪͌̃ȇ̸̦̱̯ṙ̸̨̞e̵̮̲̪̚s̴̼̈́ ̴̠̒̆̇s̶̨̯̈́̉͛o̶̱̘̼̅̈́̌ ̶̞͈̈́̂̌m̵̧̙̟͐̑ű̸̩͖c̵̿͌͜h̶̲͛͊ ̴͉̮̖͗̀́b̶͙͔̅̎l̴̥̠̲̍̌͠ö̶͔́̃͂ó̴̡͎͓͋̓d̶̥̻̂̊ ̴̼̀t̴̜̻͐̏̒h̴̞͔̏͂͝é̵̯̝r̴̰̼̒ę̶̤̾ͅs̵͙̮̰͂̓͝ ̴̺̦͊̉̀s̶̭̯̉͑ö̸͎͚̯ ̸͕̗̂̈́͋͜m̶͓̿u̷̞͔͛c̶̳͛̀͘ͅh̶̨͙̜͠ ̴̜̂̀b̶̧̮̾̀̎ḽ̸̨̜̋̀͌o̶͕̞̓ò̴̜̟͓̾̓d̵̥͗͂ ̵̠̆̐ì̵̼ ̴̭̅͆͝c̷̥̬̊͗̋ä̴̲͓́̈́n̴̝͖̏t̵̳͉̙̕ ̸̗̆͜͠͠b̵̥͂r̵̜̄͝e̵͚̭̊ä̴͎͖̳́t̶̠͉̑̀̕h̶̙̗̗̑̀e̵̲̞̙̽̈́͝ ̸̝̠̩̄p̵͓̹̉l̸̺̅̅e̶͓͐̀̀ã̸̞̬̽͜s̵͇͝è̵̺̮͑̄ ̷̤͗m̷̺̪̑̆̅ä̶̝̍k̴͙̇̓̉e̶̢̙̲̽ ̶̢̰̤̒̂͌ï̴̖̣t̵̬̗̝̉ ̶͉̰̃͘͜s̶͉̣̮̿t̵̞̫̽̑ǒ̴̡̼p̵̱̰͗̌ ̴̠̒̈́͜m̴͇̋a̷͔̥͈͛͝k̴̥̣̗͌͝͝ĕ̷͜͝ ̸͇̫́͐i̸̠̙̎̒̂ͅṯ̸͆̚ ̴̳̞́̓̚s̵̡͉̎̔̈́ţ̸̘̙̾̇o̵̺̮̯͠p̵̨̽͠ ̶̿̚͜ī̸̛̖ ̸͙̲͇̿̒̕d̴̝̔̕o̴̫̯̾͒͠ͅn̵̖͔̒͗͝t̸͝ͅ ̷̫̇͋͂ẃ̶͔̖̮a̸̤̫͛n̸̩̦̥͠t̵͓̙͉͝͝ ̴̳̰͝t̸̳̙̏̽̕o̵͙̐̾̓ ̵̣̖͛r̴̺̜̹̎è̸̖̮̓m̶̧̙̞̈́̾e̴̱̽m̵̺͉̏̅b̵̭͒e̶͓̙̔̓͑r̸̨̤͓̚ ̵͎͉̋̀̆t̵̼̺̓́ḥ̴̑̚i̸͇̎̍ș̵̙̪̽ ̵͔̞̀̒̂p̶̦̺͝l̴͉̹̘̑͘͠ȅ̵̥͓͂͝ą̶͗s̴͓̩̹̽̇̇ě̶̲͍̈̍ ̴̥̞͆̓͌m̷̼͛͑ą̸͋͝ͅk̵̺͎̔́ȩ̴̛͈͌̊ ̵̧̠̆į̵̡̛ẗ̵̫̰ ̷̤̕s̵̪̈̇̚ṯ̸͊o̷͖͊͗̎p̸̟̀́ ̷̣̮̮͗m̶̘̂ā̶̞͎͉k̷̜̻̉͛e̴̛̺͕͊̓ ̶̾ͅḯ̴̠t̴͓͍̣͐̌ ̴̜̹̻̑͆̾ŝ̶̲̩̌ṯ̶̹̿̂̀ö̴͖̉͊ṕ̷̠̮ ̷̛̼͌̉m̸̼̭̭̆͘ä̶͙̀͝k̷̭̪̲̄̇ė̵̗ ̷͇̅ị̴̲̈͒͐t̶̝̓̚ ̴̣̹̍͜s̶̞̜͗̽t̵̝̺͌͜ó̶̰̯͎p̴̝̟̗͛͝.̸̬̙͈̀̈́͗

"̷̱̟̎y̶̗͍̋o̷͍̫͛̂u̴̗͊̕ ̸͈̹̫̍̈́d̴̖̰̈́̇i̴̖̿͂̂d̷̦̀̎ ̷̧̡̦̏̋s̷̫͓̺͌̈͒u̵͍͖̅c̶̥̅h̶̗̟̞̐̉̋ ̷̢̛͕̈̏͜a̷̼̠̝̒̒͘ ̵̗̩̋͊̉ǵ̶͙͍́͝o̵̹̓o̷͇̣̲̓d̷͙̒̊̎ ̷̫́͂j̸̱̉̀̓o̶̫̹͌̉͝b̶̤̹͙̈́̐̽"̵͔̓

"̷̱̟̎y̶̗͍̋o̷͍̫͛̂u̴̗͊̕ ̸͈̹̫̍̈́d̴̖̰̈́̇i̴̖̿͂̂d̷̦̀̎ ̷̧̡̦̏̋s̷̫͓̺͌̈͒u̵͍͖̅c̶̥̅h̶̗̟̞̐̉̋ ̷̢̛͕̈̏͜a̷̼̠̝̒̒͘ ̵̗̩̋͊̉ǵ̶͙͍́͝o̵̹̓o̷͇̣̲̓d̷͙̒̊̎ ̷̫́͂j̸̱̉̀̓o̶̫̹͌̉͝b̶̤̹͙̈́̐̽"̵͔̓

"̷̱̟̎y̶̗͍̋o̷͍̫͛̂u̴̗͊̕ ̸͈̹̫̍̈́d̴̖̰̈́̇i̴̖̿͂̂d̷̦̀̎ ̷̧̡̦̏̋s̷̫͓̺͌̈͒u̵͍͖̅c̶̥̅h̶̗̟̞̐̉̋ ̷̢̛͕̈̏͜a̷̼̠̝̒̒͘ ̵̗̩̋͊̉ǵ̶͙͍́͝o̵̹̓o̷͇̣̲̓d̷͙̒̊̎ ̷̫́͂j̸̱̉̀̓o̶̫̹͌̉͝b̶̤̹͙̈́̐̽"̵͔̓

"̷̱̟̎y̶̗͍̋o̷͍̫͛̂u̴̗͊̕ ̸͈̹̫̍̈́d̴̖̰̈́̇i̴̖̿͂̂d̷̦̀̎ ̷̧̡̦̏̋s̷̫͓̺͌̈͒u̵͍͖̅c̶̥̅h̶̗̟̞̐̉̋ ̷̢̛͕̈̏͜a̷̼̠̝̒̒͘ ̵̗̩̋͊̉ǵ̶͙͍́͝o̵̹̓o̷͇̣̲̓d̷͙̒̊̎ ̷̫́͂j̸̱̉̀̓o̶̫̹͌̉͝b̶̤̹͙̈́̐̽"̵͔̓

"̷̱̟̎y̶̗͍̋o̷͍̫͛̂u̴̗͊̕ ̸͈̹̫̍̈́d̴̖̰̈́̇i̴̖̿͂̂d̷̦̀̎ ̷̧̡̦̏̋s̷̫͓̺͌̈͒u̵͍͖̅c̶̥̅h̶̗̟̞̐̉̋ ̷̢̛͕̈̏͜a̷̼̠̝̒̒͘ ̵̗̩̋͊̉ǵ̶͙͍́͝o̵̹̓o̷͇̣̲̓d̷͙̒̊̎ ̷̫́͂j̸̱̉̀̓o̶̫̹͌̉͝b̶̤̹͙̈́̐̽"̵͔̓

"̷̱̟̎y̶̗͍̋o̷͍̫͛̂u̴̗͊̕ ̸͈̹̫̍̈́d̴̖̰̈́̇i̴̖̿͂̂d̷̦̀̎ ̷̧̡̦̏̋s̷̫͓̺͌̈͒u̵͍͖̅c̶̥̅h̶̗̟̞̐̉̋ ̷̢̛͕̈̏͜a̷̼̠̝̒̒͘ ̵̗̩̋͊̉ǵ̶͙͍́͝o̵̹̓o̷͇̣̲̓d̷͙̒̊̎ ̷̫́͂j̸̱̉̀̓o̶̫̹͌̉͝b̶̤̹͙̈́̐̽"̵͔̓

"Jonah?" James said softly.

"Huh-?" Jonah shook his head, James was carefully dressing him.

"It's going to be alright.." He dusted off Jonah's shoulder before looking up at him. "You're going to walk out there, and you're going to act.. somber.. but stern.."

"And nobody will know w̷͍̙̏͝h̶̳̕a̷͕̺̒̔̅ẗ̷̢̹̩́ ̴̪͖̐͌̂h̵̹̍̃̕ȁ̴̯͉̮ṗ̷̠̞͆̆p̴̳̅̕͠e̸͍̬̓̍n̴͙͉̱͌͐͒ȩ̴̗̄d̵̹̗͍̒" James said, before placing Jonah's crown upon his head.

The coronation went without a hitch, the wedding was shortly after. Jonah ?̸̖͖̣̈̕͝?̵̢̢̢̤͖̰͛?̴̘͔̤̼͎̩̑͐̓̓?̷̙͈̪͌͆̅͌̏̍?̶̢͍̜̣̟̓͜?̷̮̝̝̬͑̈̍̈́̊?̶͇̙̐̐͂̏͘͠?̶̔̿͠��̣̳͓̖̒̔?̶̢͓͚͒͐̈̌?̷͓̲̦̼̃̒̐̆ was fine. He, was able to do a lot more now. He made James his knight, so that the two of them can still spend time together. James, happily accepted this role. It was different now. But, the two of them made it work together.

Dahlia begins... to notice something between the two... But Jonah didn't seem to notice nor care. He just really needed James around. He grounded him in a way no one else could.

A year or so passes, and a plague has taken over the country, and unfortunately Jonah fell deathly ill. For several weeks, Jonah was mostly alone.. as nobody wanted to catch the illness.. It was torture for him, b̸̢̨̢̛̻̬̝̗̤͎̲̭̱̤̦̺̀̑̏͐̓͗͋͘̚͜͝e̷̡̢̧̥̹̹̪͖̝͎̦̼̟͖͕͛̏̍̈͆̓̈́̉́̈́̆̽͘̕͝͝į̷̧̗͇̘̗̼̻͈̖̪̰̩͎̋̆̑̓͒̈́̒̈́̄͜͝͝n̷̡̛̯̲̪͙̥͓͉͇̬͈͔̈͑̌̎͋̄̊͐̔͊̌̂̃͑͜͝g̴̢̧̛͎̤̻̭͍͕̦͔̞͇̺̝͔͉̽̌̚͠ ̶̢̳̬͈̎̾͊̈͆͐͋͒̏̚̚͝͝a̷̡͚̼͎̰̣͕̤͔̓͒́l̴̡̥̬͉͈̹̖̝̤̻͇͚̗̳̹͙̃͐̓͘ǒ̵̢̧͔̺̜͇̻̀̈͛̾͜͝ͅṅ̵̦͎̤̪̗̺͚̃ȇ̸̽̿̄̍͐̾̏̊͛͘͝��̧͙̻̥̣̩͙̞̰ ̴̧̧̨͚͖̤̬̹̹̰̠̜̼͙̭̎͆͜ͅw̷̳̠͎̯̃͊̔͛̅̈̂͒̀̿̃̑̉̓͒͘i̸̍̈́̉̽͛ͅț̷̩͌̑͝h̵̟̙̙͚̖̟̹̫̥̯̤̩́̔̂͆͊͂̽̿̂̋͂̈͂͌̚͝ ̵̧͖͉̯̠̩̝̼͉͂͒͜͜ẖ̸͍͍̪͇͍̬̱̽̓͗̽̃̓͊̕͜i̷̡̩̳͙̯̰͇͖͇̤̰̳͛̄̈́̓̑̐͝͝ͅş̸̱͇̝͙͙̤̲͇͙̝̳̬̫̅͗̉ ̵̢͉̗̠̔̇̆̋͗͆͋̆͜͝ͅt̶̝̬͓̱͕̦͔̖̻̤͔̙͙͚̅̒͊̏̈́̔̓͊͝h̵͚̳͔̬͓̬͐̿͌̃͌̌͐͛̂ͅǒ̶̡͖̟͎͕̬̝̘̞̻̖̲̈́̂̈̓̓̚͝͠͝ų̶̡̯̪̦͖͖̲͉̟͈̰͉̓͌̏̂̐́̄̏̽̂g̵͎͍̻̩̅̍̈́͂ḧ̸̢̨̝̙͈̺̯̳̯̩́̈́́̂͋͌̃͑̈̚̚͜t̵̮͕̠̰͖̘̻̖̪̻̎̂̄͒̾͐͛̑́̐͠͝s̴̟̥̟̮̺͔͍̽̽̒̅́̔̑̌̓̾̕͜.̶̭͑͗̽̍̀͋̐̇̇̀̄͋

Jonah is broken out of his mind by the sound of his door opening late at night. A man in a mask came in with some sort of liquid in a bowl, Jonah quickly realized it was James. The two of them, had a long conversation about their life, about everything that happened.

James had Jonah drink the concoction he had made, though Jonah doubted it will help much. He was talking to James as if he was going to die.. why would he survive this after all.. James caressed his cheek with a gloved hand. The two of them.. told eachother how much they love one another.. Jonah told James that he would always be his, no matter what. Ṭ̴̙̺͓̹̭́ȟ̵̢̢̩̳̞̩̙̋̀̈̐̐̅͊̌è̸̙̫̗̱͉͚͔̹͍̎̿͜͝ͅ ̸̧̺̺̖̲̹̪͖̬͗̓̂̈́̈́̒̏̀͝͝d̴͍͙̙͙̟̮̝͙̤͍̖̳͔̰͂̉̇́́̎̉̋͘ǫ̸̡̣͓̲̭̯̩̍͛̋̓̀̓̄͌̒̓̿̒̐̕̚͠͝o̶̖̜̼̭̳͍̗̦̱͔͔̠̗̻̫̱͗̾̆͊̒͋̚͜ȑ̵̛̗̱͎͔̙̬̩̣̾́̂̌̇̀̍̌͂̕ͅͅ ̴̣͓̭͈͊̊̓̅̀͑̏͛́̂̓̊w̷̧̢̡̗̦̮̪̝̮̳̰͙͈͍̭̖͓̐̌͂͒̉͆̒̑̒̈́͐͋a̷̧̨̨̻͙̣͙̜̘̝͖̲͓̘̙͛̂͜͝s̸̢̧͈̣͚̤͕̗̠̥̩̥͚͈͍̟̊ͅ ̸̥͓̭̼͈̮͈͈̣̿̊́͑̎̇͛̀̒̒̈͑́̈̚̚ͅs̴͙̗̞͌́̌̑̑̐̈̽͘͠l̸̡̹͙̜̩̻͓͍͍͔̞̟̜̣̖̑̊̊ḯ̵̧̠̲͚͚̣̳͎̳̼̭͈̔̓g̷̝͓̿̓̄͝h̵̛͈͈̠̥͕̍̊̋̀̊͗̆́̀̉͠͝t̵̡̧͕͔͚͔̲͓̮̹̔̋̎̽͝ḽ̶͖͓͛̈͑͂͆̈́̔̽̓̆̑̓͘̚͝͠ÿ̴̛̝̼̟̻̱̗͖́̈́̆́̃̈̂̔͌͗͂̈͝͝ ̶̡̢͇̬̤͍̪̙͇̫̯̻̯͈́̃̽̐̐̔̌͜o̵̩̺̖͇̥̗̥͇̖̲͑p̵͓̳͎̳̩̞̠͍̓̌̾́͑́̑͌̚e̶̯͎̺͆̌͊́̏̈́̒̉̐̀̐̈́̀̈̈̕̚n̵̨̨͔͎͇̥̥̠̱͔̼̥͚̈́̉͜.̶̨̱̱̗̦̜̙̯̩͎̱̪̰̑̆͊̈̓̄̒͝

Jonah, amazingly actually was able to recover from the illness. It genuinely was a miracle. He wondered if James care had maybe actually helped a bit. The two of them continue to live their lives normally. One day the two of them are walking through the castle, chatting about some plans for a banquet they have to throw because of some neighboring kingdoms coming to visit.

Until they are stopped in the middle of the hallway by Dahlia and a few sets of guards. They ?̶̢̘̻̪͎͍͍̈́͌͆̆̅́̎͠ͅ?̷̢̺͔̘̗̰̰̟̮͇̼̼͇̍̒͊̉̈́̐͂͋̆̕͝?̶̨̡̡̺̟̩̥̺̮̬̻̥͎̙̰̩̀̋͑͌͐̽̽̐̌͘?̷̨̢̛̟̯͈͚̭̳͍̯̭̝̣͋͊̋͛̋̇́̓̒̀̑̎́̕͘̕?̴̧̻̙͈̺͔͖͕̟̒̈́̈́ͅ?̸̧̛͔̰̪̺̣̹̰̠̘͙̥̻͛͌͂̓̈̌̒͠ͅͅ?̷̧̞̯̹͛̔́́̒̀͒̔͒̑͐̚͠͝ͅ?̸̧̤̻̮̬̠͖̹̲̗̻͍̼͔̩̖̿̿̆̂̆̓̅́̽͑͝?̵̡̛͈̞̌̏̊̽̑̋͛̏̔̏̃̕?̸̼̩̭̑͌̐͛̄̍͂̉̚͠͝͝?̶̨̼̹̭̬̱͓͉̟̬̭͙̰̙͕̺͛̃̀̅̔̿̈́̋̋͒͛̒͆͌̚̕?̷̡̧̼͎̭͔̹͈̳̹̱̫̯̪͚͛̀͆̈́ͅ?̷̠͕͓͖̼̘̥̰͇̜̻̩̰͇͛̀̊͗́͌́̃͐͝ͅ?̸̣̳͕̼͙͉͙̪̝͕̱͛̎̂̏͛͂̈́̔͆͂̒̂͝?̶͉͉̮͔̤̣̳̜̠͕͈̣̤̣͇̎͂͛̈́̓̂̐͝?̸̨̛̙͇͕̩͇̠̹̙͚̺̳͖̦͗͆̀͌̌̋̒?̴̢̨͚͓͙̤̭̪̥̍̐̈́̈́̐̈́̈́̑̆͌́͝͝?̶̢̨̛̺̭̣̼̬̋̄̃̆͒́́̂̑̔͒̍͒͝͠͝?̸̘̰͔̞͙͉̦̪͜͝?̶̨̡̣̥̺̤̱͊́͝ͅ?̴̰̩̦̆̄̉͊͊̒̆̅̀̍́͜͝͠?̷̭̥̜̭̠̫̪̦̘̦̯͉̫̳͎̯͕̄̉̐͗̓̈́͌̀͗͊͑͑͛̇͗͝. James is. ?̶̢̘̻̪͎͍͍̈́͌͆̆̅́̎͠ͅ?̷̢̺͔̘̗̰̰̟̮͇̼̼͇̍̒͊̉̈́̐͂͋̆̕͝?̶̨̡̡̺̟̩̥̺̮̬̻̥͎̙̰̩̀̋͑͌͐̽̽̐̌͘?̷̨̢̛̟̯͈͚̭̳͍̯̭̝̣͋͊̋͛̋̇́̓̒̀̑̎́̕͘̕?̴̧̻̙͈̺͔͖͕̟̒̈́̈́ͅ?̸̧̛͔̰̪̺̣̹̰̠̘͙̥̻͛͌͂̓̈̌̒͠ͅͅ?̷̧̞̯̹͛̔́́̒̀͒̔͒̑͐̚͠͝ͅ?̸̧̤̻̮̬̠͖̹̲̗̻͍̼͔̩̖̿̿̆̂̆̓̅́̽͑͝?̵̡̛͈̞̌̏̊̽̑̋͛̏̔̏̃̕?̸̼̩̭̑͌̐͛̄̍͂̉̚͠͝͝?̶̨̼̹̭̬̱͓͉̟̬̭͙̰̙͕̺͛̃̀̅̔̿̈́̋̋͒͛̒͆͌̚̕?̷̡̧̼͎̭͔̹͈̳̹̱̫̯̪͚͛̀͆̈́ͅ?̷̠͕͓͖̼̘̥̰͇̜̻̩̰͇͛̀̊͗́͌́̃͐͝ͅ?̸̣̳͕̼͙͉͙̪̝͕̱͛̎̂̏͛͂̈́̔͆͂̒̂͝?̶͉͉̮͔̤̣̳̜̠͕͈̣̤̣͇̎͂͛̈́̓̂̐͝?̸̨̛̙͇͕̩͇̠̹̙͚̺̳͖̦͗͆̀͌̌̋̒?̴̢̨͚͓͙̤̭̪̥̍̐̈́̈́̐̈́̈́̑̆͌́͝͝?̶̢̨̛̺̭̣̼̬̋̄̃̆͒́́̂̑̔͒̍͒͝͠͝?̸̘̰͔̞͙͉̦̪͜͝?̶̨̡̣̥̺̤̱͊́͝ͅ?̴̰̩̦̆̄̉͊͊̒̆̅̀̍́͜͝͠?̷̭̥̜̭̠̫̪̦̘̦̯͉̫̳͎̯͕̄̉̐͗̓̈́͌̀͗͊͑͑͛̇͗͝?̴̼͖̫̎̿̃̊͛̉̏̉̓͂́̌̒̕͘͝ͅ Dahlia comes over to Jonah and hugs him. He looks down at the ground not sure what to say. T̸̛̥̊͐̊̕͝͠h̶̢̡̰̗͚͖̦̔ȩ̵͙̋̾̔͂̓͌̚͜ ̸̡̛̘̥̩̤̥̥̮m̴̡̼̹̔̈͗̚͜ō̶̲̟̯̣̞̑͆̌̓͜͝͠n̵͙͊́͊͋͘s̷͚̟͎̃t̸͖͎̦̰̫̯̺̿̀͑ȩ̴̬͍͓̾͛r̸̺͑̀̆̇́̕͝ ̵̠͇̳̞̌̐͜͝i̶̺͍̻̖̎̌͠s̷̢̲̟̼͊́͋͂ ̶̞̳̫̮̞̃̃̑̐͘͝͝ͅğ̴̡͕̝̀͐̈́̃͛ó̸̤͆̎́̚͠ń̷̲͓ȅ̴̫̀͗.̶̘͎̓́͛͑͜͝͠

Jonah and Dahlia sat upon their thrones as they watched the execution. This was, a quite common occurrence for any royal family. The guards pulled him onto the chopping block, locking the boy in place. Jonah thought about how his mother never let him go to these kind of things. How gruesome they were.

The executioner asked for the prisoners last words. But he said nothing. H̶̢͎̖̳̦̿̓̐͒̍̈́̆e̷̩̔͝ ̸̛̝͎̈͋̈́͝l̴̖̙̯̪̬̭͛̽͐̆ͅo̷̝̫̠̼͇̞̾ͅò̸̦̤̭͔̖̻͚̰k̷̬͎̱͓̯͔̜̱͒̇͗͌͑͋̑e̵̦͎͍̦̳̪̫͍̐͑̀͝d̵͇̊͌̒̄ ̴͇͚͓͇̌̋̄͑̀͛̾͝i̶̢͚͛̓̊̑͘ņ̶̯͇̞̯̥̋́̐t̴̡̧͚̊̓ͅͅo̶̜̬̼̙̺͗̒̅̒͛̒͘͠ ̸͉͍̣̺̗̰̲̿̏͑̂m̵̨̞̓͌̀̆̈́ẙ̵̲̰̊̓͌͗ ̷̨̟͎̱̯̆̈́͑̂ę̷̻̿͑̈́̔̈̒̐͘y̴̛̥͇͓͚̪̟̹͌̒̅̋͐̎e̵͉̩̜͚͓̠͌͆̉̈́s̷̯͍̽̈́͂̅͘̚̕͘ ̸̪͓̀̉ấ̴͙͆ǹ̸̢̦̲̲̣̺̃d̸̮̱͖̼̯̪̜̂͆͋̿́̐̒͠ ̶̗͔̉͘h̸͕͒̎e̴̡̞͕̣͎̦̽̀̉͠ ̶̢̛̩̘̜̊̓͘̚ͅḽ̸͍̪̥͗̽͆̈́̆͒͠o̴̙̲̮͉̺̓̌́̈̑o̸͎̪̤̍̊k̶̛͖̠̰̝͈̩͒̎e̷̛̛̞̯̬̹͎̠͌̿͆̓́͠ḏ̶̱̖̜̔̂́͂͐ ̸̩̳̳̗͈͚̮̙͗̉̓̍̈s̷͇̥̠̥͔̪͓͎̄́ỏ̴̲̜̾ ̵̼̰͆̋̍̏́̄͠b̷̫͇͓̹͙̺̭͛̒͂ȩ̵̯̬̃͝t̵͖̘͙̻͈̭̪͝r̵̛̮͛̽̃̐a̶̖̜̲̮̝̞͂͒̽͑͊̚̚y̴̼̩͒̃͌͆͋͝é̴͉̩̜͎̗́̉̇͋̇̾d̸̟̭̱͛̐͒͝.̶̧͚͕̫̔͊̿̃̌͠

H̶̢̛̖̝͕̦̫͉̠͌̊͘i̵̛̲̠̦̦͈̿͆̓͆͆s̷̫̮̊̓̈́͝ ̶̡͉͇̯̳̦͗h̸̪͙̝̳̣́̍̑͘e̶̫͙̩̼̽̊́͛̒̈́͝ͅa̴̛͇̣d̷̛̯̣̪̺͙͚̎͌͐̓́̕ ̸̯̖̹̯̊̊h̶͈̞̳̦̻̦͋̍̊ḭ̷̡̲͎̤̹̳̰̀̽̓̎̏̕͠t̵̩̀ ̵̡̧̥̙͆̚ẗ̷̢̢̤̩͕́h̴̢̧̝̳̖̪̦̄̔̉̈́e̸̡̟̯̜̞̬̖̪͌͋̉̋̊̕͠͝ ̷̧̺̥͉̄̆̈́͝g̸̺͓͔͕̝̀̿̅̇̈́́͝r̸̹̖͓̬͎̪̲̾͐ͅǒ̷͔̜͖̗̼̻ͅȕ̸̮̮͈̬̘̺̬͜n̴̨͖̰̆́d̸̦͋̀̇́͝.̸̫̳̱͍̣̦̰͎̓̈̐̚

Ḭ̴̯̙̪̘͍̑͊ ̸̞̱͖͇́̄͑̚̕͝ͅḓ̴̢͚͚͖́́̔̿̑͑͘͝o̸̞̠̤͒̿̊̾̚ǹ̵̢̫͈̥̭́̀̔̂́̒̂͜’̷̳̻͔̮̤͗̉͝ͅt̶͇̥͖̘̲̆̿̅̑̔̓̆͝ͅ ̸̨̗̣͔́̂͊̾͒̍k̵͚͓̼̜͒͑̌̋ͅn̶̡̡̯̥̠͖͆̍́̽̋ȯ̶͇̱̮̘̹͍̌̂͜w̵̤̩͑͂̄̈͌̎̚͜ ̴͚͕̼͇͔̂́̀̋̈́͘͝h̸͖̥̟̳̙͖̬̳̍͠ọ̶͈̥̹̬͔͍̿͋̅̐̄̓͜͝w̵̛̼̼̝͓͒̾͗͑̌̂̌ ̵̛̮̻̌͐̎͝l̶̢̧͍̪̟̓̔ō̵͎͓̤̰͉̫̰͛̎̏n̷̝̮͎̲̄͝g̴̯̘͒̈ ̶͕̞̓ì̷̞̪̳̩͒̈̔͝ẗ̶͙̲́̂͊̈̊’̵̛̗̏͒̉͂́̇̆s̸̛̥̞͙̞̓̋̌̚͝͝ ̶̢̫̼͗̿̓̈͛̆͝b̸̨̛̼̤̳͍̤͖̹̔̅̍̑̾e̸̳͈̫͇̬͘e̵̡̛̗͖̫͔̙͐͋̍̐͜͜ņ̴͚͇̘̲̪̟͛͜.̵̫̞̟̇̉̈́ ̶͉̮̝̥̓̏̑͗͋̄͠D̵̥̺͓̃͊̾à̴͎y̶̨̙̼̦̝̯͚͂ṣ̷̢͍̱́͆͋̇̐̆̏͠?̸͖͙͔̓̋̓̿͠ ̸͉͍͙̇̒̉́M̵̨͉̪̫̺̀ǒ̶̧̭͙̫̯̞̖̆͊͛͜ņ̸̲̹̦̰̀̐͋t̴͍̘̯̻̆̿͂́h̴̪̺̟̪̗̆̆͛͘ś̴̙͈̺̮̹̒͑͒̽͛̚?̵͖̊ ̸̗̯͒͌͠Ý̵͕̃̈́̀̿̈́̔͘e̶̡̡̺̮̦̩̟̓͛́͝a̷̦͇͓̥̺͉̒̿͗̏̍͠r̷̨̖̻̙̰̳̀͑̍s̶̡̹̬̥͇̫̘̖̾̈́̄̕͠?̸͎̝̤́̆̏͑̈́̔̚͝ ̸̘̮̯̤̯̯̀͆͊͂͐̑͐̒I̵̜̐̓̈̀̆͂̈́͠ ̸̟͔̫͍͇̉͌̃̇̈́͜ç̴͍͓̙͈̯͗̐̉̀̀̋̚a̷̤͍̜͊͆̿͂͌n̴̰̫̦̩̦͋̈͌̑̇̓̏̃’̶̩̞̹̮͕̮̣̈́̕͠͠t̴̥̿̈́͗̀̒̚ ̷̰̇̐͑̓͒̃̈̄s̵̢̜̈́̋̌̈́̋͊l̸̡̗̣̼̣̰͖̫͑̿͑̈́̊̍́e̸̼̙͖̭̾͆͜é̷̘̚͜ͅp̷̡̩͕̹͚̟͔̔̾́̌͆.̴̗͍̖̄̂

Jonah began to wander through the castle aimlessly, tracing the walls with his hand. He had grown up here, he knew it intimately. Į̴̼͍̣̼͇̀̔̔̅̇͝ ̶̨̲̌̃ḳ̷̅̓̊̀̽̽̈́̃͜͜ḛ̷̡̣̿̒ͅę̶̼̆p̴̢̤̯̙͌̒̿̓̉͘͝ͅ ̵̨͗̌̋̏͘h̷̘̮̝̗̱̯̑̀e̵̥̯̭̔͊ḁ̷͔̰̻̝̀͆̏̈́r̶͙̱̖̙̟̓̽͑̕ͅḯ̶̠͉̼͝ň̵̯̭ģ̴͈̼͚͙̻̰̐̓̌͘ͅ ̶̼̺̬̞̲̖͎̖͗̒̅i̶͇͕͕̓̽̕t̷͙͓̳͗̈́̃.̸̡̣̼̠͗̈́̑̽͋͘ ̶͑͜͝O̶̫̟̽͂̊̈́͌͠͝v̷̲͈̻̯̩̊̃̽͂̀̐̀ḙ̵̦͕̝̤̗̇r̵̢̡̗̫̖̙͓̻͋̑̓̈́̉̋ ̴̨̙͓̣͗͆̂̋̏͘͠͠ä̷̛͉͖͇͇̞̂n̵̼̺̜̫̝͛̈́̍̒͐d̵̨͕͚̳̪̣̾͜ ̶̛̳́̎͆̅̂̐o̵̻͓̻͌̇͂v̶̧̡͎̣͍̐́͠ë̴͓̞̲̬͈́̂̿̔̕ŕ̴͇͇̠̬̤̟̜̙͆̄̃̓̈ ̷̢̡͔̥̖̞̂̽̔̓̏̌̊͌a̷̡̗̗̰̩̦͋̏̎̊͐͑̚͘n̴̢͔͕̹̯͋͐d̶̨͈̽̑̈́͌̍̎͠ ̸̢̦̻̪͚̋̂́̒o̷̢͍͚̭̠̱̼̓͐̌̀v̴̧͙̐̄̋̎̀̇̄͝e̵̡̡͇̠̗̣̖̓͆̀̕ͅr̶̹̣͕͗̉ ̶͎̫̽a̸̢̜̜̘͖̖͙͠g̷̠̞̺̞̟͉̪̽̒́̎̓̆͘͘a̴̡̛̫̥̩̳̫̪̺̋͊̆͐̽͑i̸̛̦͈͚̿̉̆͊̓͘͠ṇ̸̻̫̦͈͕̓̐͗̈̍̌͊͠.̶̧̳̳̳͖̖̇̾̒͜

I̶̘̟͛̓̈̿́͋͠ ̴̱̐̈̌͒͌̕ḩ̶̛͚̘̱̝͈́̒͝a̵̛̲͓͛̏̄̃̓ț̴̨̖̅͗͆e̸͎̔̅ ̷̻̝̃̈̋̃͊͌̕͘m̴̪̟̫̱̟̙̝̀̀̏̀̅͊ͅỳ̴̼͈̯̦̭́̋̇ș̷̬̳͍̘͇̏͠e̷̛̳͎̙̓̑̌̏l̵̤͖͓̼̂̄̀͂̅̕f̵̧͓̺̪̜̤͈̖̏͊.̷̯̪̳̼̖́̄̀̇̋͐ ̴̤̘̫͍̗̩̺̈̽̈́͐I̷̧͍͙͎̯̣̎̀̄̓ͅ ̵̒̂̿̒̇̉͘͜͝h̶̢̺̗̝̠̬̥͒̾a̵̛̰̣͔̗̫̐̀̂͒̓̕t̸̢̢̲̰͈̟̲̳́̎̿̒̿̂͝e̶̻̪̠̭̬͌̽̈́̀̾͛̉ͅ ̵͇̥͉̩̝̑́e̸̠̻̯̣̕v̸̛̞͒̀̈́̔̕͝e̶̲͎̬̻̗̞̰̱͑r̷̰̍́͑̀͒̌y̷̘̱̩̰̝̞̬̓̎̕͝t̶̘̳̤̩͕̫̥̠͌̉̾̄̋͋̚͝h̵̺̩̳̥͇̣̹̑̈́̅͊̊̑͜į̴̰̳̀́̒̓̀ͅn̷̡͔͉͉̆͐̅͊͘g̶̜̪͙͚̀̋̀́͝ ̷̛̬̥͎̈́̆̏͝ḁ̸̮̹̮̿͂̽͐̋̌̈́̚b̵̲̠̖͎͖͌̍̐̋͋͝ͅö̵̤̪̬̖͎̖́̃̆͂̈̀̆ū̷̡̙̩̹̘͙͇́͝ṱ̶̌́͌̅̓͝ ̴͓͙̻̰͙͆́m̶̨̂̔̊͒͘͘̚e̶̡̡̫̗̣̟͊̌̏͂̕͝.̶̢͙͎̝̘͇̝̿̂̌́̕͝͠ Ḯ̸̫̲̪̳̲ ̴̠̲͈̅r̶̡̮͇͕̝̫̣̓́̒̀́͠͠͝è̴̯͓̭̙͝a̴̧̡̘̤̒́̈́̓͘͜c̵̡͈̤͍̰͈̍͆̓͜͜͝ḩ̵͔̙̞͉͗̏̽̿͊͌͊̃ͅ ̶̬͈͔͎͒̚͝f̸͖̿̔ó̸̺̻r̶̭̍͒̽̚ Ḯ̸̫̲̪̳̲ ̴̠̲͈̅r̶̡̮͇͕̝̫̣̓́̒̀́͠͠͝è̴̯͓̭̙͝a̴̧̡̘̤̒́̈́̓͘͜c̵̡͈̤͍̰͈̍͆̓͜͜͝ḩ̵͔̙̞͉͗̏̽̿͊͌͊̃ͅ ̶̬͈͔͎͒̚͝f̸͖̿̔ó̸̺̻r̶̭̍͒̽̚ ̷͔͚͈͇̬̥̏͑̂̅͋̕͘͜͜͝t̵͕͈̘̂̈́̎͌͝ḫ̵̯̖͑̽̀́̄e̷̥̜͇̔̓̐̅͆̐͛ ̵͕̪̟͎͙̻̍c̴͉̠͆̃̈́͗ắ̵̢̞̪͖̠͒͜n̷͍̭̭͚̠͎̲̓̏̒͆͊̆̆̚͜d̷̛͍̺̲̤̈̒̓̈́̃̋̚ẹ̶̰̰̰̹͑͛̀̕͝l̴̙͙̀̉̕͝͝ḁ̵̙̎̉̓͌͑͑͐̉b̵̬͖̆̕r̶̲̰̤͇̦̦̕͜ͅả̸̡̳̳͉̹̦̬̖̐͘,̵̝̂ ̴̳͈̉̑̈̈́̊͝ͅͅI̷͚͓̖̭̣̩̽̃ ̷̭͙͉̔̉r̸̩̹̳̗̩͍̙̿̉̊͑͑͑̐́è̷̱̔̄a̶̗͈̪͒̏͝ĉ̸̜͔̠̙͙̒̒̎͆̿͌̚͜ẖ̷̡̩͉̦̓̈́ ̶̰́̑̾̊̎̓̔͋f̸̡̧̯̹͙̣̟͕́̏̇́͛̈̚ő̶͈̘̼̠̠̂̔̿̚̕͝ŗ̷̱͚̘̋̉́̽͘̚͠͝ ̵̤̼͊t̷̡̺̣̦̙͓̄͊̄̈́͜h̷̗̠̳̠̞͓̮̍̈̿e̵̼͌͐̅̌̊ ̸̨̛̬̩͖̽̍͛̑͘c̸̻̬̼̟̳̣͇̭͆͂͗͂̚͝ȧ̵̟͚͉̙͊̈́̈́̑͌͑̕n̵̖̟̹̻̽̚d̶̛͓̥̋͗̽͑͘ẹ̴̲͖̌͂̊l̴̛̮̲̳̥̼̞͗̿̉̄́́̒͜a̴͔̮͔̻̣̹̋̀̏͋͠b̷͖̩͔̩͚͔̂̔̉͗r̵̢̦̻͗̄a̵̡̨̞̤̰͙̦̾̃.̴̳͂͆́͌̓̐̚͘ ̷͔͚͈͇̬̥̏͑̂̅͋̕͘͜͜͝t̵͕͈̘̂̈́̎͌͝ḫ̵̯̖͑̽̀́̄e̷̥̜͇̔̓̐̅͆̐͛ ̵͕̪̟͎͙̻̍c̴͉̠͆̃̈́͗ắ̵̢̞̪͖̠͒͜n̷͍̭̭͚̠͎̲̓̏̒͆͊̆̆̚͜d̷̛͍̺̲̤̈̒̓̈́̃̋̚ẹ̶̰̰̰̹͑͛̀̕͝l̴̙͙̀̉̕͝͝ḁ̵̙̎̉̓͌͑͑͐̉b̵̬͖̆̕r̶̲̰̤͇̦̦̕͜ͅả̸̡̳̳͉̹̦̬̖̐͘,̵̝̂ ̴̳͈̉̑̈̈́̊͝ͅͅI̷͚͓̖̭̣̩̽̃ ̷̭͙͉̔̉r̸̩̹̳̗̩͍̙̿̉̊͑͑͑̐́è̷̱̔̄a̶̗͈̪͒̏͝ĉ̸̜͔̠̙͙̒̒̎͆̿͌̚͜ẖ̷̡̩͉̦̓̈́ ̶̰́̑̾̊̎̓̔͋f̸̡̧̯̹͙̣̟͕́̏̇́͛̈̚ő̶͈̘̼̠̠̂̔̿̚̕͝ŗ̷̱͚̘̋̉́̽͘̚͠͝ ̵̤̼͊t̷̡̺̣̦̙͓̄͊̄̈́͜h̷̗̠̳̠̞͓̮̍̈̿e̵̼͌͐̅̌̊ ̸̨̛̬̩͖̽̍͛̑͘c̸̻̬̼̟̳̣͇̭͆͂͗͂̚͝ȧ̵̟͚͉̙͊̈́̈́̑͌͑̕n̵̖̟̹̻̽̚d̶̛͓̥̋͗̽͑͘ẹ̴̲͖̌͂̊l̴̛̮̲̳̥̼̞͗̿̉̄́́̒͜a̴͔̮͔̻̣̹̋̀̏͋͠b̷͖̩͔̩͚͔̂̔̉͗r̵̢̦̻͗̄a̵̡̨̞̤̰͙̦̾̃.̴̳͂͆́͌̓̐̚͘

When Jonah awoke, he was in a courtroom. He tasted A̷̭̗̅s̸̢̱͍͓͍̤̙̈̏̏͌̂̈͠h̶͎͇͋̈̓̓̇́̾̕ͅ in his mouth. He seemed to have made an audience with the gods. A tall figure dressed in a black cloak stood before him, along with several other godlike beings. Jonah remembered feeling nervous, having all these eyes upon him.

The god in the cloak asks Jonah if he wants to admit the sins he’s committed. To face the crimes and horrors that have happened in his life because of his own two hands.

Jonah snapped into a performance, he begged and pleaded, he said he was sorry. H̴̯̒̏̇ͅë̴̞̦̻̺̙̣́̉͂̉͜ ̸̧̧̞̝̘̚w̶̢̡͔͓͕̏̑̃͌̎̎ͅä̷̯̯̜́̍̏̎̉ͅš̵̲̮̱͕͎͋͑̾̋̄̊̾ņ̵̡̫͕̤̽̌̾͐͜͠’̴̖͙̽͌t̴͇̠̤̖͙͙̱͐̍͑ ̶̙̩̟̿̀s̸̛͈̠̅̍̿͆͆̕͝ó̶̢̢̥̥̌͆̌̋͒ͅṟ̸̖̜͕̤̝̎̇̒́̉͂͐̓r̶̨̧͇̮͈̩͛̓̎̃̆̚͠y̷̬͙̎.̵̛̥͙̫̭̝̥̺͆͆͋̍̽̓͜He balanced his arms and head on the podium, looking downwards. I̸̞̣̻̜̯̅̈́̈́ͅͅ ̶̛͈͓͖͇̭̗̇r̷̢̘̖͙̜͕̗͂̈́̒̌ȇ̵̹̣̺̪͍̹̓̏̾̈́m̵̛͙̟͍̯̟̫͖̂̊͑͝e̵͓͕̗͐̎͑m̴̦̲͕̱͠ḃ̴̼͎̯͕̦͋̕͝e̶̺̼̝̝̩̝̒̀̊̀̎͌́r̷̳͖͇͠ ̷̖͌͌̆̚͘s̸̗̪͘m̸̥̜̟̣̼̹̟̆i̶̬̫̾̈̄̆ļ̷̼͓̳̹̳̇͗̋̊́ǐ̸̼̹̤̪͔̣͙̲̊́̈́n̶̰̒̈̀̈̽̂͘ǵ̴̲͓̆̊̅̊͠,̶͈̪͙̖͙̃ ̷̰̯̯̻͈́̌͠ț̸̮̆͆̉̐̒h̶̢̖̣̣̣̺́̀̈́͜ͅï̴̯ṋ̴͎̓k̵̯͐̑͛ĩ̷͍̜̻͚̍n̶̜͖̞͔̫͙̉̐͂̅͛̿̑͊g̴̡͙̔̈̆̑̍͒͝ ̶̦͕́̄ì̴͉̣̲̩͕̟̮͂͐̕͜ṫ̴̝̱̳̼̬̜̖͋̏͘ ̶̢̨̨̛̛̬ḣ̶̹̩̠͙͎͇̈́̌̽̅̀̚ͅ��ạ̸̗̝̝̑́̏̂̈́d̷̙̠͈̻͉͖̾ ̶̡͙̜̪̰̩͐w̶̨̬̼̫̰̗͒͑̇͆͋̉̓ǒ̵̧̰̩͚̩͎͚̪̔̋͌͝r̸̙̘̮͚̃̔̽̒͌͒͠͝k̶̫̯̟͑̈́e̵̢̬͊̑̏̅͝ḑ̵̜̲͚̳̦̟̰̾̚.̵̢̥͖̘̺̩̄̚

B̶̧̗̗̼̤̰̏̄͗u̸͎̱̖̽́̂̾̆̕t̶̰̠̠̉͋̈́ ̸̗͉͖̠̼̳̘̔͋ḧ̸̠̺̜̰̭́ȇ̶͕̖̟͉ ̸̪̺̈̀̾͗͆̌͑͘s̴̢̼̈́̋̈́͜͠ȁ̸̟̰͉͈͙̰̺̖̏́́w̷̲̖͓̋̈́̈̊͂͘ ̴̡̧̮͎̹̗̥̐ṯ̶͎̩͌ḫ̸̘̟͎͓̰̻͛̿͛̉̆̈́r̵̺̪̣̘̖̖̈͒̾̈͜o̷̜̼̙̽̎̒̂̿̿͑͝u̷̳̤͚̻̮̻͙̥͋͋̈̅͆ǧ̵̢̖͚͚̅̌͠h̴̛̳́̈́́́͆͒̔ ̶͍̻̦̻̠̌̐ͅm̵̧̟̮̣̣̙̉͊͛ẹ̸̪̬̙̤͉̞̭͂.̶̨͈̰͈͉͑̚ Y̴̗̩͍̻̯̰̻̓̉ỏ̸̘͖̹̫̇̏̓̎̊͊̆ȗ̵̧̗̀͋̕̕̕ͅ ̸̫͖̻̻̣̫̹͋̎̋͒̐̉̚̕c̶̨̫̳̈́̽̐̓́̃̂͐â̶͇͖̘̣͚̅͂͝n̵̨͍͍͕̋̈́̌͑̕͜n̸͕̩͖̩̺̟͝o̴͉̪̝̯͎͈̥͗͋̀̇̂̈̚͠t̴̝͍̗̎͋̈́͗͑͂͆ ̶̨͖̯̠͛̓͒̊̚e̷̱̽͌̾̔̀͒̕ͅş̶̈́̀̈́̋̈̀̊̈c̷̪͉̎́a̶̛͖̳͓͆͒̏͝͝p̸̡̫͛̈́̀̅̓̍͌ë̶̬́̌͊̅̚͜͠ ̴̻͇̲̆̏͒̋p̷̞͍̺̂͒̄̕̕ṳ̴͛͐̔̓́̕n̵̨̛͇͈͕̥̲̦͂̓̚ḯ̵̲̈́͒ş̴̯̕h̸͖̮̄͗̌͒m̶̢̖̪̮͓͛̇̈́̊̏é̷͕̖̪̖̲̎̇̓̚n̶̢̦͍͑͌̌t̸͇̖̟̩̃̑̈̉͝ ̴̩͎̃͝t̵̤̾̈́h̴̛̥̤̟̤̄͐̓̈́͊̂͘r̸̯̂̓̎͆̒ǫ̴̡̧̧̢̰̠̎̆ǘ̴̪̳̗̭̫͛̈́̃͘͠ͅg̴̘̩̮͇̑͆̇̉̈́͝͠h̶̛̤̜̏̆̂ ̶̢̩̺͉͎͕̣̈́̇͊̊̀ͅd̵̗͒̆̓̀̑̔ĕ̸̛̞̩̰̠̪̎͒͗ͅä̵͖̺͎͉̠̹́̌͆͊̊̒̓̈ͅt̵͙͚̮̦̄͑̇͝h̴̺͎͐͗̿͛̕.̵̟̟͎̥̣̪͐̀ ̷͈̅̇F̸̺̲̻̟̜̀̓̕o̵̧̭͖̤̮̒͐ͅr̴̖̦̉̚ ̷͖̻̐̆͋̓̈̅h̷̳͊̂̓̄͌͝e̵̬̗̺̯̝̭͘ͅ ̸̳͖̻̏́͋̉ị̴̱̪̯̦͉͔̗̉̉͑̈́͋̚͝s̸̨̨̲͓̭͈̗̾̿͊̆͛̽̌͝ ̷̦̟͊̀́̃t̵͇̻̙̤̣̪̬̠̀̊́̂͑h̸͇̊͌̄̋̆̾͘e̷̛͖̲͙͇͈̻̜̗̊͒̿̆͝͝ ̷̣̀̎̅͝j̴̦͈̚ų̶̼͚̫̪͖͊̀̕d̴̗͔͖̜̲̬́͆̂͌́̃̆̊g̶̙̖̮͈̣̣̿̋̅e̸̥͋̃̂,̸͇̬͎̟̱̠͉̮̒̎̎͋́̓̚ ̵̡̗̙̼̼̯̋̈́͜ͅj̸̤̬͎̬͗̉̀̚͝ṵ̸̧̧̳̼̮̤̜̆̌̊́̈́̎r̴̝̟̔̀͛̎̈̈̕y̴̧̹͙̠̫͓͂̓,̴̧͒̂́̽̚͝͝ ̶̧͚̖̼̗͊̔͒̃̏͂͋a̵̢̨̛͎̝͍͛̌̾̔͐̐n̷̛͆͜͠͝d̴͎͍͈̮̤̑ ̷̢̗̭̗̱̟̪̿̿̽̒̾͜ȇ̶̛͚̫̀͋̍͂̅x̷͍͍̩̱̤͋̀͌͠e̸̥͇̙̳̊̑̉̇̈́̕c̵͇̝̖͓̖͛̌̀̂͊u̴̘͙̻̩̺͝t̶̟̰͕͗̓͐͑̆̅̕i̸̢͎̜̣̞̟̘͓̍̎͌̋͐̋͝o̵̰̅͌͂̈́́͠͝n̷̜̲͖͉̬̓̒e̸̛̮͇̲͍͎̫̫̋̋̇̾r̴̪̾̊.̸̢̨̦̹̱͕̣̏͑͂̈́

Jonah panicked. J̸̫͑́ơ̵̺͑̿̃n̴̨̧̛͗̂̓̈́̈́̒ȃ̶͖̺̖͕̐̆h̴͍͗͗̃͗̚ ̶̠̻̰̄̃̀̋̔p̵̮̻̯͘̕ä̴̛͔̥͕̥̭̩̥́̇̄̾̚͝n̷̞̓̔͝i̸̬̯̮̭͉̦͆̀̈́̏̒̄͝c̸̜̾̓̍̐̒̄̀ķ̸̥͇̰̙̲̾ȇ̷͕̺̟̤̿̀͛̃͘̚d̵̢̛̠̣̙͖̐̑͒͜.̵̼̉̈ J̸̫͑́ơ̵̺͑̿̃n̴̨̧̛͗̂̓̈́̈́̒ȃ̶͖̺̖͕̐̆h̴͍͗͗̃͗̚ ̶̠̻̰̄̃̀̋̔p̵̮̻̯͘̕ä̴̛͔̥͕̥̭̩̥́̇̄̾̚͝n̷̞̓̔͝i̸̬̯̮̭͉̦͆̀̈́̏̒̄͝c̸̜̾̓̍̐̒̄̀ķ̸̥͇̰̙̲̾ȇ̷͕̺̟̤̿̀͛̃͘̚d̵̢̛̠̣̙͖̐̑͒͜.̵̼̉̈ J̸̫͑́ơ̵̺͑̿̃n̴̨̧̛͗̂̓̈́̈́̒ȃ̶͖̺̖͕̐̆h̴͍͗͗̃͗̚ ̶̠̻̰̄̃̀̋̔p̵̮̻̯͘̕ä̴̛͔̥͕̥̭̩̥́̇̄̾̚͝n̷̞̓̔͝i̸̬̯̮̭͉̦͆̀̈́̏̒̄͝c̸̜̾̓̍̐̒̄̀ķ̸̥͇̰̙̲̾ȇ̷͕̺̟̤̿̀͛̃͘̚d̵̢̛̠̣̙͖̐̑͒͜.̵̼̉̈ J̸̫͑́ơ̵̺͑̿̃n̴̨̧̛͗̂̓̈́̈́̒ȃ̶͖̺̖͕̐̆h̴͍͗͗̃͗̚ ̶̠̻̰̄̃̀̋̔p̵̮̻̯͘̕ä̴̛͔̥͕̥̭̩̥́̇̄̾̚͝n̷̞̓̔͝i̸̬̯̮̭͉̦͆̀̈́̏̒̄͝c̸̜̾̓̍̐̒̄̀ķ̸̥͇̰̙̲̾ȇ̷͕̺̟̤̿̀͛̃͘̚d̵̢̛̠̣̙͖̐̑͒͜.̵̼̉̈ J̸̫͑́ơ̵̺͑̿̃n̴̨̧̛͗̂̓̈́̈́̒ȃ̶͖̺̖͕̐̆h̴͍͗͗̃͗̚ ̶̠̻̰̄̃̀̋̔p̵̮̻̯͘̕ä̴̛͔̥͕̥̭̩̥́̇̄̾̚͝n̷̞̓̔͝i̸̬̯̮̭͉̦͆̀̈́̏̒̄͝c̸̜̾̓̍̐̒̄̀ķ̸̥͇̰̙̲̾ȇ̷͕̺̟̤̿̀͛̃͘̚d̵̢̛̠̣̙͖̐̑͒͜.̵̼̉̈

J̵̙̞̎̈́̽ỏ̶̜͍̝̊n̶̺̱͙͙̞̅͜ȧ̵̻̫̞͉̳̿̑̍ͅh̵͚̏̋̍ ̶̟̼͉͓̜̗̦̂̀̓̊́̅̇l̶̦̪̰͇̫̒̏̈́ǫ̵̼͔̟̦͂͐̕ȍ̵̧̧͈̹̙͙̾k̶̢̡̘͓̥͈̳͑̈́͌̋ę̶̣͚̟͛͊̓̈́͂̒d̷̬̑͂̃ ̷̹̬̬̼͒́̃̀̔͒̇d̷̢̫̩͓̝̉͗͑̐̍͊͜ơ̷̡͓̐̃̍̀w̸̰̓͊̊͗͛͝n̵̤͚͖͝͠ ̷̡̠̩̋͐̉͑͐̂̓͝ä̶̠̜̰̙̯̗̤͔́̊͆ţ̸͈͉̭̃̾̋̓̂̅̿͝ ̴̲̰̯̏t̵͔̹̆̍̚͠ḩ̸̲͓̘̞̩̤̍̈́̂͆e̴͑̽̑̄̎̉̾ͅ ̵̢̛̫̈́̀̃̃s̶͍͇͔͖͓̣̞̓̿̐̏̉̆͠í̴̖̗̬̱̬͚̬͂̇̓l̵̨͕̮͕̥̟̲̻̂̿͊͒̏̾͘v̵̧̧̫̩͒e̵͇̪͈͙̙̟̫͒̈r̵̪̞̎͆̾͌ ̴̥̞͕̹̳̻̎̈͒̈̐̑̐͠b̸̭̰̥̞̭̩̺̙̈́l̷̙͉̱̪͕͇̟̃ȍ̶̧͚̣͉̣͉̣̑̚ó̴̫͉̻̜͎̤̥̽̔d̷̡̧̿̾̎͒͝͠͝ ̵̙̣̙̼͆̈ö̸̢̲̹̪̦̙̓̍͗͗́͌́ͅn̴̦͕̄̀̄̔̐̏̚ ̶̥̪͈͗̈́͂̉̓̕h̸̡̙̫͕̒͛̋̂̀̽̚ḭ̷̟̘̰͑̎͒̓̾͝͝s̴̨̛͔̗͈͕̥͍̆ ̵̧̹͕̘̉̈͂̃̀͠ḩ̷̣̺͉̰̔̈́́̇̕ͅå̶̧̢̙͚̃͊̈̾n̷̖̥̗̙̠͚̑̇ḑ̵̨̛͇̈́̍̀͆̍͜s̵̪̫̫̗̿̽̒̊̈̚͜ͅ ̵̛̝͍͚̎̓͒̇̀͝a̴͔̰͔̦̓̚͝ͅn̴̜̞͎͚͖̤̅̄ḑ̷͇̖̜̰̥̗̮͒ ̷̏́́̃͑̈ͅh̷̨̡̫͈̥͍͕̽̄̀ě̷͔͈̕͠ ̷̺̪̲̟̺̬͈̓̓͌̕ͅc̵̜̦̱̲̙̞̐̑͊͘l̷̙̪̭̟̫̗̫̈ͅụ̷̧̧̭̣̱̋͝ͅt̷̯͔̩̫̅̓c̶̜͕͒̚̕h̵̢̛̘̗̯̱̻̬̎̍̀̄̓̑̉e̶̱̹͑͝d̴̛̟̉ ̸̢̳̭̺̞̘̱̀͐t̵͓̣̿̂̈́̔͊̑͘͝h̵̡̧̖̲͇́͘͜e̷̤̟̎̌ ̶̧͔̥̃̋̕e̵̢̢̼̘̼̽̄͑͊̋̑̈́̑m̵͙̼̤̈́̽͒̀̄ͅb̴̥̲̭̺̜͑̓͆͘l̴̬̭͚̗̘̄̉ë̷͔͍̘́͐̽͗͂̀͝m̸̜̲͚͙̫̱̰̈̒̈̏͛̈́ͅ ̴̛̛̺̯͚̭̖̱̰͗̀̄͠ͅa̵̲͂͌͐̇͆̈́n̷̦̈́͛̋̇͘d̵͈̘̦͇̥̱̺͒͑̃͆̽͂̿̚ͅ ̶͔̪̪͇͔̞̂ͅp̴͔̤͚̣̞͖̺̊͆͆̀̐̚ḽ̸̘͕̑͌͗̀á̴̩̑̓͆ç̵̨͋̒̂̌͆͘̕ͅé̵͎̎̐̍̈́͗͝d̴̟̎ ̶̨̛̜͕̙͚̈i̸̧̝͚̯̩͉̜͋̾͊̈́̀͐̆͝t̷͔̭̟̮̰̞͉͋ ̶̧͙̩̫̫͝ͅḭ̴͑͂̋̎̋͝͝͝n̷̳͖͊̽̃̂̌͌̔̾ ̶̲͖͉̻͗̾̏̔h̵̢̤̬̝̫͍̻̐ỉ̵̬̅̽̚s̵͚̘̦̥̹̒̎̀̈́̕͘ ̷̢̤̹̮͍̯̩̌̅̿̎c̷̛̤͚͗̌̓̓ͅͅh̷͕̲̫͍̮͉̘̥͑̃ę̶̥͙͔̻̍ͅs̷͖̱͒̋t̶̟̭͓̊̅͋̓͝.̵̪͈͐̇̀͘ ̴̧̡͇̰̇̃̈́̈́T̸͈̊͊̓͊͑̓̓͘h̵͕̙͚̹͈̥͌̔͘ȩ̵̤̇͋ ̴̰͒̿͑̓͐̄̾g̸̲͍͙̥͐o̸̟̾ḑ̷̪̱̬̲͓͕̏̂̌̇͑́͘̚s̵̭̲̼̈̾̋ ̷̡̢̣͚̩́̉̔͒̈́͜t̸̡͝r̴̘̳̱̖̰̞̬̺̾̐͂̀i̴̢̛̙̤̬̻̲͛̔́̇͑̽ͅe̷̡̬̣̝̺̝̅͂̂͜d̶͔͈̲̪̬̫̭̬͆̉ ̶̛̟̝̫͐͑ͅț̶̖͕̪̹̘̬̒͗͛̿̚̕͝͠o̶̳͈̞̭͉̗͛͆̏͘̚͝͝ ̷̨̟̳͇͆̓̓̿͘͠͠r̶̩̗̻̥͔͑̆̒̓ẻ̴̲͍̳̣̠͎̙̃̅̓͋͒̈́͆ͅs̶̡̪̠̱͕̺̟̿̏̓t̷̲̳̹̮́̉ṟ̴̛̣̳̰͇̈́͆̅̅̿ä̷̞̙̙͎̺̓͗̔́͘ȉ̷̩̤͓̹̮̮̼͊̃̕ͅn̸̨͗̔̈́̎̇͘ ̴̱̱̋̏͆́h̵̹̖̿̈́̅̔̆̄͠ì̶̖̣̫̖̚m̵̰͂̅-̶̬͔̉̆̀̋͜

T̴̢̨̕h̵͙̫͊̆́ë̴̡̱̗͔͂y̶̮͚͓̔̾̍̒ ̶̛̜̦̈́ͅt̸̖̜͇͚͗͋́͂h̵̹͖̖̝͗̈́͑̕r̶̤̖̯̥͆ë̵͍̼́̃͝͝w̷̘̄͐̈́͘ ̸̛̭͙͈͖m̶̢̈́̃e̷͖͔͓͠ ̷̞̫͖̓i̶̝̺̓́n̶̠̪̹̒͜t̴̛̳͑͝o̶͕̩̔͠ ̴̼̻̀̑̈́͘t̵̫̻̥̱͋́̆̍h̶̺̤̆̐ę̴̛͓ ̸͇͋̍́ȑ̴̲í̷̧͖̼͎̍͝v̵̢̥͚͖̒́̈e̴̡̛̠̩r̸̢̢̘̃̐̑͜.̶̨̧̲̖̇ ̸̳̳̗̣̍̂͝Ī̴̗͠ț̵͎̾̍͊ ̴̧̦̲͘͠ẁ̶̛̩̚á̸̧͎̗̗̂s̶̤̈́̑̓ ̶̥̱̖͂͊͜s̴͕̻͈̓o̵͈̱͚̓͛ ̴̡́̽̕c̸͖̋ơ̵͉͚͑͑͝ḷ̷̔̅͋͛d̷͕̐̈́.̶̯͗̇ ̶͖͍̲̊A̷̦̥̔l̸͎̲̾͌̅l̷̮̯̼̂͛́ ̶̳́̑̓̊Ḭ̵̧͇̳̽̀͝ ̴̘̈͆͆c̸̤̱̺̭̊͌̃͝ǫ̴̧͔̍͗̊̂u̴̜̘̦̙͂l̷̤̬̽̅̂d̷̛̜̗͉͔͐ ̵̟̥͚̩͛̕͝͠h̶̡̩̼̲̓͒̒ȅ̴̢̡͕͈͆͋̇à̷̮̖̼̏̽̕r̵̺͌̉̈́̕ ̸̨̅͜w̸̮͙͐ë̸͇̼͕͍́̐̃̉ŕ̷͍̲͒̕é̵̺̈́̾͠ ̷͇̤͋̓s̴̤͆c̶͎̣͔̿ṛ̸͍̘͝e̸̙͗̈́̐̈́ắ̴͙̌̚m̵̪̾ŝ̸̫̖̃͂ ̶͇̟͉̟̐͛͒͐a̴̺̻̙͆̂ǹ̵̮̺̩d̸̮͛ ̸̺̬͈̚t̴̳̻̺͂͂̕͝ḫ̶̂͝͝e̷̬̤̓͋̓y̶̛̺͕͇͗͒̌ ̷̨̥͐͂̂̾ẇ̸̺̾̽̐e̵̘̘̲̰͋r̷̛͙̻̙̈͘e̴͓̜̓ ̶̢͙̊ā̶̚͜ḻ̷̝̼͙̒͐͋l̷͔̹̫̀̈ ̸̼̟̼̓́͑g̵̯̦̞͛r̸̦̪̩̀̈́a̵̱͇̾̀s̴̥͊̈͒̏p̶̤̻̓̀́̚i̷͙̖͓̖̓̊ṋ̶̡̞͓̀̾̇g̸̮̠̰̼̀̆͘ ̴̲̦͊͑̌́ḿ̸̢͚̖͗̽e̷͉̻͚͙͋̌͛.̷̱̪̝͇͌̍̅ ̷͖̼̥͑Ị̸͕͎̏͜ ̴̢̫͔̘́́̀̅c̵̨͉̺̉ǫ̸̓͂ŭ̵͚͌̕l̴̛̘̮d̶̰̼͋̿́̌ǹ̷͉̩̀̑̚’̴̨̭̻̬́̅̒̐t̸̗̱̆̈̑ ̸̗̥̠͖̓̊̚d̵̲͓͐͌̒̌i̶̜͌͌e̷̛̞̪͊͝.̵̯͍́̔̏̄ ̷̡̟͎̑̉͠Ẁ̶̩̾ḩ̷̲̘̮̅y̵̖͖͔̬̐ ̴̠͍̏č̸͙̱̪o̸̬̖̎̉ȕ̴̥̇̆͋l̴̩͍̈͊̅͗ḍ̸͔̗̞̾̓̏ň̷̨̦̻͎̅͝’̷̯̐͑t̴͕͍̆̾͌ ̷̼́Ȉ̶͚͉̺͒͐̄ ̷̡̟̣͑̀̋͛d̴͚͂̽̀͝i̵̩͒̚ḛ̵̱̫̰̃͌.̵̨̲̯͖̀̋̑ ̸̙̻͍̄̇W̶͎̊̓͂ḥ̷̽͗̾͝y̸͕͍͓͋͊ͅ ̵̞̓c̵̟͇̎̈o̸͖̹̾̓̈́̇ủ̸̯̣̻̭l̵̲̲̰͕̉͊͑d̵͕͖̗͐́̾͝n̷͊̋͜’̷̺̖̮̋̅͛ṫ̷̪̥̼̒̓̎ͅ ̸̛̯̹̎͘I̶̧̺̓ ̴̨̅̋̐͝ḍ̷̮̄̽̕͘i̷̡͕͔͈̓e̵̱̚.̸͈̆̇͊͝ ̸̯͖̑̃̾̂Ẇ̸͕̤͜ḥ̶̛̪̞̆͂́͜ỳ̶̗̩͝ ̶̨̤̌̅̿c̵̭͍͖͕̀̔o̷̱̗͝ú̴͓̫͚̊ͅl̵̞͚̈́d̶͕̫̿n̶͈̮̭̩͆’̶̟̟̦̒t̷͔̙̼͆ ̶̤̲̓́I̵̥͔͋ ̸͓̙̥̊̌d̶͓͋͐͋̚ĩ̶̧ͅe̶͇̎̇̊.̴̖̹̖̑ ̸̤̹̝̲̄̅P̵̞̣͇̾̓̍͘l̵͓͎̣̻̽̂̍e̴͎̒͋̏̒a̸̛͖͓͐s̶̫͐͂ę̵̛̩ ̴̣͕̌͒͆l̴̝̎ȩ̶̉̃t̶̬̩̻́͜ ̴̨͔̕͜m̶̢̫̻͖͑͝e̸̬̳̲̝͐̌̾̽ ̵͙́̿̌̄ḍ̴̨̱͗͆i̵͎̓̓̍͌ẽ̴̳̫̗͚̑.̵͉̙̭̓̓ ̷̫̅P̷̲̞͔̥͛l̷̜̙̥̑̇͜e̴̤͚̰̖̽͗̎͝a̵͉͊s̷̡̊̿e̶͓̔ ̸̢̹̭̓̄Í̷̧̠͙ͅ’̷͌̇͂͗͜͜m̶̻͇̯̋ ̷͚̈́s̸̹̤̟̰͑́̃͗ǫ̴͙͊͛r̸̗̿́̈͜r̸̢̞̭͋ý̶̢͈̖̐͗͝ ̶̛̰͙͔Ỉ̸̢̳͇̑ ̴̢̥̥̬̏d̶̙͉̻̯͑̈̌͗į̷̙̳̻́d̸̜̠̝̍n̷̲̂’̵̜̞̃ţ̴̔ ̵̹͍̐̓̐m̶̝̩̹̞̓̄͗̚e̵̢̱͈͕͛̾à̵̫̌͐n̸̛̛̦̅͗ẗ̵͕́̀͜ ̶̭̯̺͉́t̴͎̋ó̴̘̯̭̬ ̸͔̱̑̍̕ǰ̵͚̐̀ủ̸̯̝̯̖̀̂s̴̨̿̒͛̈t̴̲͝ ̸̠̠͎̘̓l̸͕͕̊̏̄́e̶̺̫̔t̸͖̭͆̈̐͝ ̴̯̰̀m̶͔̟̬̽̈̈́ẻ̴̺̳̳͛̓͂ͅ ̷̠̺̬̊̽̓̽d̸͔̪͎͆̚i̷̾͑̍͝ͅe̸̩̊̔ ̴̡̬̝̄͌p̷̗̎͆̆͗l̵̺̝͌͝e̶͍̞͂̍͠ä̷̺͖̟́̿̾s̶̠͔͌͌ȅ̶̘̤̻̒ ̴̰̂̄ḻ̸̛̜̀e̶͈̱̬͋̈͑t̸̛̺̝͕̹̓ ̸̺͍̗̾m̶̢͚͑̎̚͜͜e̸͈̽̊͠ ̶̲̻̉͛͝d̷̛̖̉͛͐í̵͖̪̄ȅ̷͕̽.̵̯̏͊̈́͜͠

H̸̨͔͑̏̕ŭ̴̡̝̹͙͋ň̵͒̅͜ḑ̵̛͉̞̲̠̼́͂͆̄r̴̰̟̱̯͖̄ȅ̷̡̩͖̹͙̌̔̏͜͝d̷̝̦̙̽̑š̴͓ ̶̘̻̘͎̩͍̿͊̿ő̸̦̞̽͑̌͌f̸̪̜͔͓̽ ̸̛̖͋͛̅̚y̷̰̳̖̙̕e̸̢̘̟͚̗̖͝a̸̡̠̟͌͗̄͠r̶̥͇̥̖̗͂ͅs̴͈̮̰̺̅̊͑.̶̥̋̂̄͝ ̸̦͉͍̏̄̊Ṡ̶̟̭̯̫̞̈́̓̚ỏ̸͍̲̫ ̴̪̥̞͌̓m̷̢̮̕ȕ̵̡̬̻̘̽̏c̷̻̯͕͈͔̀̌̔ẖ̴̭̘̖̽̈́ ̶̗̣͚͎̠͚̄͠t̸̡͊̀̃̎̾i̴̬̔́́͑̍̿m̴̢̤̟̺̈̿̈́̀̓͝e̴͍̦̻̩̒͗̎̾.̴̭̫̱̽̿̽ ̵͚̭̳͊̓̀̆̚͝P̴̰̮̫̮͚̿͒̽͛͠l̸̥̓͘͝e̴̘͓̋̐̑͂͝a̶͇̟̬̝͗͛̽̊́́s̴̘͖̭̈͌è̸̦͈̯͚̺̋̆̕ ̷̧̥͓͍̫̣̀̂̈̀̌Ȋ̵̧̑͝͝ ̸̟̽̽j̸̨̥̖̱͖͊͝ư̸̪̪͗̅̊̂s̸̛̟̯̒̄̊͝t̸͇̾̈́̈́̄̓̉-̵̧̰̀͗̍̂͑ͅ ̷̧̮͕̖̀̅i̴͍͙̲͆f̵̻͍̣̦̫͛̀͂̉ ̴̠̳̠̗̿̑I̴̗̒͘ ̶̢̳̗̈̌̽̇ͅc̸̖̤͊̔̈́̕o̸̬̝̮̥̺̞͂͋u̵̺͇͚̕l̷͍̺͓͒̃͐͒͝ͅd̸̻̬̝͎́̏̓ ̸̩̘̠̗̓̾̓̾g̴̮̞̦̘͝r̷̻͇̥̪̆̀̎̈́̎á̴̳̯̰͉̪̳̈̓̆ş̷̡̭͖̱̃̈́p̸̛̞̒͒̊̀̈́ ̵̣̳̑̔ỉ̴̘̰͚͖͔̲́͘̚͝͝t̸̪̼̱͌̇̃.̵̲͐̔̐ ̵͕̦͑̍̐P̷̳̂l̴̢̨̳͈͍͗̐́̚ę̴̣̠̫́͌̀̑a̴̧͎̦͉̠̮͝͝s̶̼̀̿̕e̸̞̼̘̝̟͆͂̇-̶͙̚ ̴̫̒I̵͐̆̊̿��̥ ̴͕̤̆̽́̉͠j̶̡͕͈̯̰̯̃͘u̸̡͙̝͎̺͑̿̽̒̕s̸̖͌̽̈͐t̸̢̛͈͍̱̭̹̊̋͒͝-̸̡̬̮̬̮͛͑̀́̐͘ ̷̡̡̳̦̳͙̈́̆I̶̗͔̬̻̕ ̵̺͎̟͙͖̣̓̆̀̓̓̍ç̵͈͕̞̗̍a̸̟̟̖̋͐͋͊n̴̜̿͂̕ ̷̭͑̾͑́̽́j̷̬̋͛̍ũ̸͓̠̓̏̿͜ș̸̐͊͋͂͘t̶̠͎͔̳̾͛̂̓͆̏ ̴͓͙̜͍͉̈́b̸̛̭̜͕̱̗͑a̸̛͎͍͕̭̰r̸͈͉̖̊̌͠ę̴̦̗̪͛̍̓̑̎l̷̥͑y̴̹̠̜̘̓͒̆̈̏͝-̵̡̤͎̏̈́̌̑ ̸̲̱̱̼̥̼̆̽̐̈̿͝r̶̛͇̟̗̬̈́͌̿̊͋e̶̺̟͓̥̳͐̋ą̶̛͇̝̖̬͑̅̎̈́͘ċ̶̩̖͘̚͝ḫ̷̨̡̤̫͌̎̿̈́̒̏ ̴̙̺̥͙̱̀̓̈́̚i̵͖̙̥͂̅̂͜t̶̡̾̎͝͝ ̷̪͈̖̼̇̓͆i̸͓̹̺̪͛̀͑f̸̢̤̼͓͂̿̈́͊̊ ̵̧̦̫̚̕İ̶͙̝͓͙͑̄̅̂̚ ̶̣̬̤̎̅c̶̙͖̥̖̝͆̈́̈͝ȧ̷̧̧̹͈͈̬̅n̴͙̪̖̑͂̈́͒̈́͘ ̶̧̦͔͑͜j̸̨̪̯̱͈̣̉̇̈́͘u̶̡̟̺̟̻̘̿̋̔͋͐s̷͉̣̣͐̈̃t̴̡̨̿̅̇͌̓͝-̶̧̠͕͇̓̓̆͆̊

Jonah reached up and got a solid grip on the edge of Ţ̸̢͙̬̘̦͔͉̻͎͉̱̙̉͐̈͂̇͋̽̂͛̕͜͝͝ḧ̶̨̡̡̻̰͖̙̠͈̲̭̞̠́̉͋̔̒̀̀̌̈́́̀̓͘̚͘ȩ̶̢̧̢̡͖̭͕̻̦͖͙͓̯̦͊̏̾̽̒̈́̑̉͛̓̒̔͆͋͐͆͑ ̶̧̟̑̿͂̈́͆̅R̶̨̨̢̧̟͉͙͔̥͇͑̊͐͐̓̍̽̽̋̔͋̚i̸̛̩͙̣͊́͜͠v̷̢̛̜͋͛͗̄̈́͌͑̀̍͋̆̓͠͝e̷̲̋̂̓͝͝ŕ̷͓͎̼̙͙̞̤̗̱̥͉͓͍̖̦̇͋̌͌͐̇̀̄̕͜͝. He shakily pulled himself up and out of the water. Į̵̩̯͓̮̣͉̗̫̹̿͋̈́̾̇̋́̌͆͛̊̚t̵̬͓̮̮̬̣͋̊͘͜ ̶̙̣̟̬̩̝̺̱̞̏͆̀̇̈́͆̄͒̈́̔̊̊̂̑͝ͅẃ̶̡̛̗̺̓ą̸̺̜̗̦̯͖̖͕̼͕̲̪͒̅̀̐̐̓͒͊͑̉̚̚ͅs̶̻̹̎̈́̆̋͑́̒́̕ ̴̤͚͇̘̺̩͈̫̻̙͓̪̮̥̫̋̏͒̔͑̿̓̐́̿̈̚͠͝͝s̴̨͎͍͚̠̝̥̅͛͋͜o̶͍̳͎͈͆̾̈́̃̉̈́͛͘͝͠ ̴̧̤̗̯̗̺̞̼͙̘͈̩̘̤̮͊͊͌̇̇̉̌̋̈̊̍̐͗̏͘͜͠͝č̸͙̣̜̟̣̜͍̩̳͆̈̀́̌̍́̌͂͊̕͝o̵̮̟̰̳̝̹͈̗̖̙͉̣̮̣̳̻̙͊͆̈́̀͆̎͛͑͒̌͝͠l̴̩̻̖̮̎̆ḋ̴̛̇͋̅͐͒͛͋͐̋̈́́̕͜͝.̶͉̆̓͋̉̚͝͠

He shuffled himself over- he hadn’t.. walked in so long.. he hadn’t.. thought.. in so long.. He reached over to a pomegranate tree and devoured most of them.

Ḁ̴̺̉̐̈́́̐̚̚̚͝ ̷̡̨̝̥̥̻̏̓̓͌̈́̾̋͝g̷̡̘͈̪͆̍̈́̐͆͒͌̚͜͝ͅǫ̵̬͖̲͎͈̝͕͇͔̰̳̯͇̲̜̞̀̔̓́̚ḍ̷̺͕̥͙̙̙̣͎̺̪̈́͑̒̚ ̵̙̥͇̳͚͓̙̜̩̜͎͛́̓̓̒̄͛̌̑̿̊̈́ͅa̷͇̖̓̏̍p̵̢͈̬̞̘̣̫͉͆̒̈́͒̄̄̒͑͜͠͝͠ͅp̵̢̳̺͓͇͇͉̙͙̭̼̬͎̉̏͒̓́́͑͘̚̚͠͝r̵̨̦̹̘̊͐̋͊̾͌̑̓̍́́̌̾ó̸̡͔̭̮͙̼̣̺̖̬̜̩͔͔̜̈̾̔͂͗̑̄͐̈́͌͘͜͝ą̶̨̟̤̗̝͎̣̫̃͂c̸̰̜̦̺̖̭͚͊͑̉̊̈̂͝͠ͅh̴̡̡̖̫̘͓̟̯͓̖͉̹̪̓͂͐̇̑̕ͅę̵̛̯͇͎̬̩̥͎̮͕͇̣̞̈́̒͒̔̔̑̂̀̈́̾͘̚͜͝d̵͎̟̹̳͖̯̘̲͈̺̙͎̯̙̗̝͙̐͂̇͑̀̊ ̴̧͕͕̗͕̞͖̰̥̞̙̳̾̾͒̏̅̈̀̒̕̕͝͝h̵̡̗͉̠̳͙̻̥͚̤̙̠̥͚̗̩̒̀͂́́͗̀͂̀̽̅̉́͒͝͠͠ǐ̴̩͍͔̥̲̟̓̎́̅̌̕m̵̰͍̣̲̩̭̣̰͈̱͕͉̤̦̪͙̲̓͌͐͂̀̈́͛͂͊.̵̨̛̥̩̩͓̜̪͚͎̩̿̿̂̊̽̀̋̎͠

[will be continued. can you blame me for not finishing it all look at how long this already is lol]