#i remembered zane was a crab and i cried

[crimmsonflower]

Imagine if Laurence was in Mermaid Tales

He and Garroth would be rival pirate captains and they would be so in love. They tease and bicker so much and everyone would be so tired of them.

[plausiblyananomaly]

Only Storybook’s Have Happy Endings

Title: Only storybook’s have happy endings

Notes: I guess you could call this a Character Study of how she might react to a certain situation. Also, This is Katelyn-focused incase you couldn’t tell. (Did I do this right I HOPE I did this right. )

Word Count: 1157 WORDS(This is the longest thing I've ever written)

Only storybooks have happy endings

 It’d be a lie to say..she wasn’t even the slightest bit hopeful when she came back. Maybe some might even say excited to return home. 15 years with no Zane, the world had to be better because of that. Without Zane here..there was nothing stopping her from coming home and telling them how much she missed her family. 

Except. That wasn’t at all what happened.

The moment the village came into view her heart sunk. It was blackened. Crumbling, deserted...empty. It felt so hollow only representing a shell of what it had once been. She couldn’t even say she was surprised. She knew Zane hadn’t been telling the truth the day she left to join the Jury. Still she hadn’t expected something like this.

Had it ever really been there? Or was it a memory made of air.

Despite the ruins, Katelyn knew her way around. It was familiar in the sense that when she saw the ruins she could see what had once been there. She could look at the market and remember the vibrant shades of blue and white, people from their stands shouting to get your attention. Kids running around narrowly avoiding crashing into each other, laughing the entire way.  

She could walk past where there once stood a blacksmith’s shop. The clanging of metal on an anvil was still close in memory, or the freshly made bread from the bakery. How on windy days the smell would blow over and mix with the smoke from the charcoal and it created a scent of its own.

Alone the house stood, empty of the familiar faces she had wanted so desperately to see.

She stopped in front of the house. It was the only one that hadn’t been burned to the ground. Maybe it was supposed to be an example, Zane would’ve been the type to do that - leaving the house of the firefist’s standing..just to show how little they could do in the village’s time of need. 

Or maybe it had been forgotten. Or they never got to it. Regardless, the house was empty now. The wood creaking under her feet, was the only noise that had been made. But truly no matter where she looked, there was nothing left. Without even realizing it she felt tears fall. What started as a silent sob, got louder, and suddenly she was no longer standing. Sitting on the floor holding herself as she sobbed. Everything she’d tried to protect was gone.

It was almost hilarious. The proud, cool, and confident “Lady Katelyn” in the middle of an empty room. Sobbing. Out of grief. Out of the fact she couldn’t control this. Out of anger. Bitterness, there were too many emotions and feelings all bubbling over to really tell. It was just one big mess. Some say that the spirit’s of the dead watch over you.

Katelyn didn’t agree. Finally picking herself back up after what felt like forever, she felt no closer to her possibly dead family. She didn’t feel calm watchful eyes, trying to whisper in her ears that she wasn’t to blame. She never would. When her mother died and she was just a little girl, she didn’t hear her say anything no matter how long she cried or asked to be closer to her. If it didn’t happen then, why would it happen now?

She breathed deeply, taking in the rooms surroundings. Her breathing was far to rapid, and slowly she counted until her heart felt into a steady rhythm. No longer beating like it was trying to force itself out of her chest. Looking around the room once more, she smiled. It wasn’t a happy smile but at least she could still smile about this. This was a goodbye after all.

All stories have to end.

Katelyn could accept the changes to the story. This was the closure she had wanted. To truth she so desperately had needed to see.  Yet, even now she felt unsettled. Tired. Vulnerable.. It wasn’t something Katelyn enjoyed. It wasn’t something that belong on a Firefist.

She was supposed to be confident, bold, strong, and smart. She was all of those things, but somehow insecurity had found its way in there. Creating cracks in the picture perfect image of a cool and collected woman.

Deep down a voice asked her if she really wanted to be all of that. If she wanted to pretend forever that she wasn’t human. That she had flaws, but that voice was much to quiet and much to weak that it only took a clenching of her fist to silence it.

Once it was silent, Katelyn stood up finally. Looking back at the village for the last time before turning around and walking away.

She walked without looking back. Finally saying goodbye

A story for another day

   Travis, might’ve been the most annoying person in the world. Katelyn had firmly decided on that. His smile seemed to bring out the worst in Katelyn, and by that she meant that it made her want to smile. She laughed with him, she talked with him.  How much longer before she fell for him? They both were tumbling further into a hole and they kept saying “Don’t get to close” all the while getting closer and closer. It was only a matter of time before he asked.

“...You’ve seemed..off ever since you went back to that Village. Did...Did something happen?”

 Travis sat with his legs crossed on the sand. He was raking his fingers through the sand searching for shells. Every once in awhile he would stumble on a poor crab and snap his hand  backwards to avoid the claws of it. The disturbed crab then digging back into the sand, while Katelyn let the silence settle on them.

“I..uh...mean you don’t have to tell me!” Travis spoke again looking at her nervously. She was worrying him by saying nothing. “Of course, that’s up to you. I just. Wanted to make sure.” Katelyn sighed, leaning back with her arms holding her head up. “..No. I just, didn’t think anyone noticed.” She choose her words carefully, focusing on the moon in the night sky. She felt like it had been so distant, and now it felt like it had happened only yesterday.

“..The village. It was gone. All of it. “

“Oh..”

“Yeah..Oh.” Katelyn laughed, bitterly. Sitting back up she looked over at him. “Soooo.... This was a good talk, let’s not do this again and i’m going to go to sleep.” Katelyn turned away from him starting to walk down the beach.

“..It’s okay..to talk Katelyn. I..just want you to know that.” Travis said almost to softly for anyone but her to hear that. She felt her confident attitude wobble, and with a nod. She kept walking. She wasn’t ready to be vulnerable today. That was a time for another day, with a story that had a happy ending.