#in the very top left is julius nest

[dead-brody]

This is my son julius he is a honey gourami

These are his girlfriends, orange jubilee, cleopatra, and poptart

These are some of the peepees. There are 7 of them they are pygmy corydoras

And these are the guppies the orange one is carl

Also this is goomy i cant find flatscreen tv

And this is my full tank (:

[9thbutterfly]

I wanna know about all your projects! they sound so interesting! but if I have to chose tell me more about goblins please? or nettle patch?

Goblins:

One of my many Kivailo world stories - how do I quickly explain the Kivailo world? Teenage/early twenties me grappling with the question of “could something like the nazis happen today?” and creating the most fucked-up country I could come up with. (And later mostly losing my interest in it because I realised the real world is at least that fucked up, if not more.)

I think plot-wise Goblins is the most interesting of the Kivailo world stories - it has “overcoming a lot of internalised homophobia and falling in love with another woman” and “rapist going from being an utter asshole to somewhat decent and saving some people’s lives (but still being a rapist because you can’t make that un-happen)” and “cute little girl and kindly old grandpa hide a person from genocidal government”.

Unfortunately it is an unedited and unfinished NaNoWriMo story... let me see if I can find a good bit that isn’t a complete mess of typos and notes to myself...

The little girl, standing in the hallway with her arms wrapped around the old man’s middle, was crying now. “But the goblin!” she sobbed into the man’s stomach. “They’ll see the goblin.”

Jonathan had already opened the door, and Julius followed him through before he had fully processed what the girl had said. But as soon as he had stepped onto the stairs leading to the attic, he understood.

He didn’t need to see – he knew as soon as he smelt it. The faint stench of urine and sweat, the smell of a human confined in a small room. Without thinking, he pulled the door shut and grabbed Jonathan’s jacket to spin him around and pin him against the wall. “You’ll keep quiet.” He whispered. “You won’t breathe a word, to anyone, or I’ll – I’ll tell everyone you’re gay.”

He was grasping at straws, voicing the one threat that popped into his mind, the one that might scare someone even if it had no basis in fact. Jonathan had full five months of military service left, and to spend these five months with everyone believing him to be gay would be a nightmare, perhaps even worse than what Julius had lived through when Daniel’s existence had become known.

But it seemed his random threat had hit home. In the dim light of the bare light bulb, Jonathan gasped, “No, please -! How did you -?” He snapped his mouth shut and bit his lip as if he had just realized that he’d all but confirmed Julius had been right. Julius himself nearly let go of Jonathan’s collar and stepped back, so shocked by the discovery that he almost forgot what was at stake. But the wave of sudden disgust, the disturbing idea that Jonathan might think he’d grabbed him to kiss him, still didn’t wash away the knowledge of what they would find at the top of the stairs – what the little girl had been crying about.

“Never you mind,” he grated. “You just keep your bloody mouth shut. And your hands and eyes off me, just so that’s clear.” He loosened his grip for a moment, then tightened it again. “Is that clear?”

Jonathan nodded, his eyes wide, his mouth working silently.

“You’ll stay quiet?” Jonathan nodded again, and Julius let go  of him and continued up the stairs.

The attic was filled with a jumble of old furniture and cardboard boxes. A dusty wardrobe and a stack of boxes formed a wall next to the stairwell, with just a tiny bit of space to crawl to the other side. Julius got down on hands and knees to slip through. There was a mattress there, with a tangled nest of blankets and quilts, a covered bucket in the corner, an all too familiar sight for him, and balls and bits of string littering the floor. In a swift movement, he pulled the wardrobe door open.

The Kivailo cowered inside, shrinking back into the corner at the sight of Julius. At first glance, he seemed to be a middle-aged man, but as Julius put a finger to his lips, signalling for quiet, he thought he was probably not all that old, thirty at most. The Kivailo stared at him uncomprehendingly until Julius shut the door.

“Well?” he called to Jonathan. “Are you going to come, or what?” The other soldier quickly hurried up the stairs.

“The girl’s play room, I’d say,” he commented as Jonathan stuck his head through the gap in the boxes. He made a show of opening the wardrobe again and peering inside, catching another glimpse of the Kivailo’s terrified face, then shrugged, closed the wardrobe and poking a couple of boxes.

“It smells…” Jonathan started, but Julius wasn’t going to let him finish. “She probably left some snacks up here until they rotted. You know how children are. Come on, let’s check the other side.”

“Julius,” Jonathan said quietly as they poked around between the odd pieces of furniture on the other side of the stairwell, a crib, a rocking chair, some dilapidated cabinets, with a sewing machine and a typewriter standing on top. “There’s got to be…”

“I said, not a word,” Julius cut across him. “And I mean it.”

Jonathan’s eyes went wide, as if he just now understood what Julius had meant. “You’re…”

“Not a word,” was all Julius said, and he turned and clattered down the stairs, waiting for Jonathan to follow before he opened the door.

They had only just closed the door again when Officer Needs-A-Name came up from the cellar.

“Nothing to report, sir,” Julius said. “Just junk and a play space for the girl.” He jerked his head at the child and her stony-faced grandfather.

“I got nothing, either. On we go, then.”

He was as bored with these endless raids as the soldiers were, Julius suddenly understood. And he didn’t really expect to find anyone. He shot Jonathan another warning look as he followed the officer, then, when the older man was out the door, dropped to his knees next to the girl, just for a moment, just to whisper, “Don’t worry about the goblin. I used to have one in my house as well.” Before she or the old man had time to reply anything, he rose and followed the others out of the house.

Nettle Patch’s full title was “Out of the Nettle Patch into the Brambles” (no connection to The Bramble Prince, though), and it was supposed to be a fantasy story in which a bunch of farmers and craftspeople (just normal people, who do not turn out to be secretly royalty) save the world from some sort of supernatural threat... except I never really figured out what the threat was supposed to be, so it didn’t really go anywhere. So the whole thing is kind of a mess consisting of lots of backtracking and notes to myself and typos (again, unedited NaNoWriMo) but I liked the bit where a very shy teenager who is totally not a self-insert gets volunteered for the Quest.

His mother sat down beside him, and poked him with a sharp elbow. “Sit properly,” she reminded him sharply but quietly, and he slowly unfolded himself from his preferred posture, with knees pulled up to his chest and arms wrapped around them, and crossed his legs like everyone else was doing.

“Well, Denneb,” his mother said. “These fine folks here are heading off across the mountains to find some lady that stole something from the temple, and they are going to need some help – they don’t speak the language, of course, and they also don’t know much about finding food in the forest, or about sleeping out of doors, like you do, so I thought it would be lovely if you went with them to help them. And it would be good for you to see a bit of the world, too – you can’t spend all of your life up here with your grandfather. I mean, I would prefer it if you just came down to visit us all a bit more often, and went to the village like everyone else, instead of sending you away, but if that’s what it takes to get you to come out of your hood a bit, then so be it. And how will you ever find someone to marry, if you always hide up here? You can’t marry a bear or a tree or something. And you’re really of an age to start looking for a nice girl, or a nice boy I suppose, Mother knows this family produces enough children that there’d be a few for you and a husband to raise, if you’d rather have one of those than a wife. But a wife would be lovely, of course, so you could have babies of your own.”

“Wait, what is this? Why does Denneb get to go over the mountains and look for a wife?” Nonnol suddenly appeared around the corner of the house again, skewers with marmot meat in her hands. “I want to go over the mountains to look for a wife.”

[wildcreationmagic]

Nozel x Oc Ophelia

Chapter 5:  Lion’s Den and Eagle’s Nest

Ophelia is pushed to her limits both physically and mentally during her time with the two Royal Captain’s and their squads while also trying to balance the toll of everything thrust upon her these past two weeks.

Once a few feet from one another both Ophelia and Captain Vermillion stop as she could feel the nerves jittering all around her body. “Hello Captain Vermillion.” 

Staring down at her the serious expression on his face doesn’t help her nervousness, but soon enough his brows turn up with a smile. “Hello Ophelia, glad to see you’re up so early. Although I shouldn’t be surprised with your upbringing after all.” 

With his face relaxed and friendly as her own changes giving a modest nod in response. “Ah yes, I guess so. I take it the Crimson Lions have been up for a while as well?” 

“Indeed we have. Those who aren’t on missions are training- come. I’ll show you around.” Turning on his heel Fuegoleon’s long legs carry him a fair distance in only a few steps as Ophelia rushes to catch up.

Entering the base is fairly intimidating as the entry is also to the Vermillion residence. Through a large iron gate and a luscious courtyard as they approach the front doors. Thinking about it, the fact they are so close to the King’s castle isn’t surprising. After all the Vermillion's are one of the royal families.

Touring the squad base Fuegoleon tells her how the squad was founded and the basic principles it created for the members to embody.  Walking down the halls Ophelia glances at Fuegoleon as he speaks, even if he goes on for some time it is hard to not pay attention with the commanding boom of his voice. Since she has been quiet so long his eyes glance over to her small frame beside his own. “Do you have any questions so far Ophelia?”

“No, Sir. I’m trying to take all of this in. I still can’t believe I’m here actually.” Giving a nervous smile she is met with kind and understanding eyes as his lips turn up.

“Of course. Let me know if you need something clarified.” 

Continuing down the halls of the base Ophelia can’t help but glance back hearing the padding of rapidly approaching footfalls. Fuegoleon doesn’t take notice of it though as he continues to walk unphased by the new arrival closing in. The sound of boots on tile closer until another figure slows on the other side of the Captain. Glancing over she sees a head of messy red hair the back trailing down in a single braid. Looking further she sees his eyes are a stunning turquoise with brilliant red markings around them as they meet her own.

“Oh, brother you didn’t tell me the newest member would be around the same age as me!” Grinning one of his canine teeth poke out giving him a very feline appearance.

“Leopold, she is just observing the squad for now only after she has seen the Silver Eagles and Golden dawn will she make her decision.” Glancing down at his brother while continuing to walk he simply watches the younger Vermillion interacting with Ophelia.

Arms folded behind his head Leopold maneuvers around his brother and in front as he walks backwards face to face to her. “Pretty impressive you managed to help the Captains out in that village and only being around my age!” Hearing his comment Ophelia glances away blushing in embarrassment.

She isn’t upset, but flushed with the fact she is shorter than a 15 year old boy! “Actually, I’m not your age Leopold.” Listening to them Fuegoleon smiles as Leopold blinks and glances to his brother.

“You mean you’re my brother’s age?” Eyes wide at Ophelia as her face deepens in hue.

“Well not quite, I’m 21.” Shifting her gaze hesitantly the boy stares a moment, but grins not seeming to be mocking instead he is confident.

“Even so you’re not really much older than me, and for a commoner to move up so fast getting the attention of the three best squads is something!” Supposing it is meant to be a compliment she gives a gentle nod while glancing over to the Captain who has been silent until now.

“Well, it seems you’ve been introduced to my younger brother. He is still somewhat new to the squad so I believe you both should get along well enough while you’re here Ophelia.” Being given a confident nod by his younger brother it seems to be enough for Fuegoleon as the three enter the training grounds where it seems like most of the squad is waiting. 

With everyone else adorned in crimson robes Ophelia feels father out of place while trying to ignore any possible stares.

Moving to the front of his squad Fuegoleon’s voice booms out. “Alright, everyone listen up! Today I expect nothing but your best, give it your all and don’t lose focus! There will be no room for mistakes today!” Expression fierce and hand clenched into a fist in front of him, she is a little startled with the sudden shift in his demeanor.

Listening to the squad being addressed she stays put as not to bother the Captain or draw anymore attention to herself. It is a unique experience to say the least among the other members while they listen intensely to Captain Vermillion. Feeling a light tap on her shoulder she glances over to see Leopold holding out a red cloak to her. 

“Uh?” Blinking she doesn’t know if she should even touch it, not being a Magic Knight and all. Hearing some footfalls she peeks over her shoulder seeing Fuegoleon returning.

“Leopold, what are you doing with that? Ophelia isn’t required to wear a squad cloak right now.” His tone isn’t roaring like it was moments ago and the squad that was hanging on his every word seem to be prepping for something.

“I forgot to tell you, before I came to see you two this morning I was told that the Wizard King said she could. That way she can get a feel for the squad without feeling singled out, she kind of stands out without the robe.” 

Eyes closing a moment Fuegoleon ponders to himself. That does sound like something Julius would come up with, but it does hold merit in helping her fit in more. “Very well, if the Wizard King says so then I see nothing wrong with it.” Violet eyes turn to her as his head lifts with an expectant smile, arms crossed proudly. “Now, once you get that on we’ll be going. Ophelia, I hope you’re ready to train with us like a true member of the Crimson Lion Kings.”  

Once the cloak is in place she glances to Fuegoleon who is once more at the front of the squad, but thankfully his younger brother was nearby she feels more at ease. Some of the Crimson Lion’s mount up on their brooms while others use their magic to fly. One being the Captain as he creates a flaming lion and sits atop it’s back. No one back in Carney had enough magic to do something like that so she is amazed seeing the kinds of things able to be created with the different magic attributes. Approaching her is Leopold who holds out a broom with that one tooth poking out as he grins.

“Here, you may want to use this. It will be a bit of a trip, I hope you can keep up.” 

Eyeing the broom she politely shakes her head side to side seeming nervous to say the least. “That’s alright I think I’ll pass.” She has been on a broom once when younger with Miranda and ever since she dreads the thought of going on one again. “I’d rather fly under my own power anyway.” 

Shrugging Leopold chuckles getting on a broom. “Suit yourself.” Kicking off as his cape flutters behind him calling down to Ophelia. “Hurry up or you’ll be left behind!” Noticing how Fuegoleon’s violet eyes watch her from atop his lion she nods not wanting to keep him waiting just for her. Shifting she soars up and without missing a beat the squad seems to move almost in unison. While traveling she stays close to Leopold and he does the same supplying conversation even if she can’t speak back right now.

After some time it begins to get hotter and hotter, much hotter than the typical Clover Kingdom heat. Being transformed she utilizes her sharp eyesight to scan the landscape making a startling realization connecting the Captain’s words from earlier and why it is getting so hot. They are heading right to the base of a volcanic area! Landing and transforming back to normal she looks to Leopold startled.

“We’re training here?” But how? The heat would burn them alive getting too close!

“Yeah, neat huh?” Grinning yet the younger Vermillion isn’t phased in the least that their training location is at the base of a volcano!

“Everyone listen up! Get ready to ascend the volcano, reaching the top is our goal and the hotspring waiting with it! Anyone who thinks they cannot make it tell me now so you can turn back!” Startled by the sudden sound of his voice Ophelia looks over to see the other members surrounded by the glow of their mana like a second skin. The sight is baffling as she doesn’t know what they are doing or how to do it herself. Too lost in thought as nerves begin to get the best of her she doesn’t even hear Fuegoleon approach. “Is everything alright?”

Whirling to face him, her eyes are wide a moment and muscles tense until she sees who it is. “Captain, you startled me.” Hand on her heart to calm it’s racing as she continues. “I’m just…” she glances to the others who seem to be ready. Firm expression relaxing a bit he steps closer placing a hand on her shoulder. 

“If you need assistance let me help, that is part of a Captain’s duty after all. I’m guessing you aren’t sure what to do correct?”  A simple nod is all he needs to confirm. “First close your eyes and focus on your mana. This technique is called Mana Skin, a protective coating of mana around the user’s body. It’s a basic technique that Magic Knights have all used at one point or another.” 

Hearing this makes her think of another spell she uses, that must be it. That spell is essentially mana skin! Focusing mana begins to flow over her body like a second skin, and seeing this Fuegoleon steps back with a nod. He knows she is gifted, and he doesn’t discriminate against commoners, but the rapidity of her understanding with having no previous training is impressive. 

“Alright let’s get started then!” Calling out to the squad with a fist in the air the other Crimson Lion King members echo their captain’s enthusiasm- especially his younger brother.

Running alongside the other members the mana skin isn’t too difficult for her to keep up. The difficult part is physically keeping up with everyone else in this heat! Glancing to her side she notices that instead of being at the front of his squad Fuegoleon is keeping pace with her! As they run she notices a few other mages using other spells to assist them and gets an idea. 

“Captain Vermillion you don’t have to keep pace with me for my sake. Please don’t worry about me and run your squad as normal!”

Gauging her reaction Fuegoleon nods. “Alright then.” Within moments he quickly reaches the front of his squad as she can’t help but stare amazed at his fitness, he really was holding back by staying by her. Even from how far back she is his voice is able to be heard and picking up on their Captain’s positivity the resolve of the squad seems to increase.

Starting to get the idea Ophelia focuses her magic, but not on the mana skin instead she uses another spell, a type of reinforcement magic. Beside her appears a cute green-eyed fox, to which she extends the mana skin around so it doesn’t burn up in the ever growing heat. With the newly crafted creature her legs move faster, nimbler as she moves up through the group. Even in the heat she wasn’t letting this get to her and would try her best. Working up in the ranks she ends up around the middle from her previous and glances around noting a few grins from a group of young women making her smile back.

“Ah, I’m so relieved. I was beginning to think I was the only woman here!” Getting a couple laughs they nod in agreement.

“We all thought the same thing when we joined, it would be great having another girl on the squad!” More nods and murmurs of agreement while a young woman with an athletic build and raven hair in tight curls around her head speaks up.

“There’s only a literal handful of us so we could use some strong women here.” Grinning with a friendly wink the rest of the trek to the summit is quite enjoyable for Ophelia as she knows there would be a few familiar faces waiting. Glancing up towards the front she notices violet eyes glancing back at her with a proud grin. Giving a gentle smile back she finds herself immersed in conversation with the other members until they reach the top as the squad gathers and Fuegoleon’s eyes survey over all the Magic Knights. 

Staying near her newly found acquaintances she hears the Captain’s voice booming out over the other members. This certainly isn’t something she expected, but it certainly seems like he motivates his squad members a lot! 

Listening her brow raises slightly as they could have done better? She assumed everyone did alright, but this is the Crimson Lion Kings and they aren’t one of the best squads for nothing.

As if on cue a rumbling is heard from the ground below them and Ophelia swears her heart stops for a moment until a geyser of water rushes up filling a massive hole in the ground behind the Captain. Now it makes sense why there was a sense of getting there on time, this hotspring is on a natural timer more or less. One of the members uses their Earth Magic to create a divider between the men and women, to which she is grateful. 

The other female members aren’t quite as shy with stripping down and sinking into the water as they wave her over in a friendly manner. Taking a breath she makes quick work of her clothes and slips into the water. The heated water offers slight relief from the scalding temperature outside it. Sadly relaxing in the hotspring only lasts so long all too soon everyone gets out, dresses, and regroups as much to Ophelia’s dismay they go back the same way they came up, her body isn’t used to this kind of training! 

Returning to the base there is little time to rest as the members are paired up for further training, and since she is part of the squad for the day that means Ophelia as well a voice sounding behind her..

“Excuse me, but I’ll be your partner this round if you don’t mind.” Turning she is face to face with a man of slim build, dark brown hair, a scar on his forehead along with a stubble mustache and goatee. The expression on his face is pleasant enough as he extends a hand. “Randall Luftair. The Captain has spoken quite highly of you.” 

Not wanting to disappoint the Captain she does her best not to show how she physically feels. Her mana may be fine, but her body is aching this isn’t the kind of work she is used to. “Ophelia Forestier.” Extending her hand in a firm shake she smiles softly not knowing the kind of magic he uses, but this would certainly let her skills be tested against others than bandits.  

“Alright is everyone ready!?”  Overseeing the whole thing is Fuegoleon who once again is eager to spur on his squad. “Begin!”

Seconds pass and Randall is floating in mid air, that would certainly limit the creatures she could use to reach him. “I’m ready whenever you are Ophelia.” Keeping a gentle smile on his face he almost seems to be meditating as Ophelia unleashes her first spell. 

“Wild Magic: Gryphon’s Gift Gustaph’s Flock!

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Huffing she is glad to see Randall was equally beat down as her so far, both of them have been fairly even- although his air tight defenses weren’t easy to get through. Brushing some stray hair from his face Randall actually smiles giving a chuckle. “I’m impressed! Not many can get by my defences given who I am.” 

“What do you mean?” Ophelia asks in confusion while launching another attack, not even her basilisk is fast enough to get by him. It’s dragon-like head slamming into an invisible wall giving a hiss of frustration, the ripples in the air showing it isn’t enough damage to actually break the barrier. Shortly after a cutting gust of air is launched at it knocking the creature, but not enough to destroy it as it serpentines back under her orders. Not going to make the same mistake twice she uses her mana to make it rear up half its body length trying to strike him down from above. Jaws open and fangs aimed at Randall’s grimoire. 

“Because, not many people could go against a Vice Captain.” The realization falls on her like a ton of bricks as he speaks so casually while launching an air palm strike at the basilisk's open mouth cutting it apart from the inside out. Thankfully Fuegoleon calls the matches much to her relief. Seeing she is still a little startled Rnadall walks up offering his hand as if in a truce. “You did well today, training with us up on the volcano and then now. You’ll make a wonderful Magic Knight if trained right.” 

Shaking his hand again she nods slowly. “I only barely kept up with you all. It took me a while to figure out I could use my magic other than mana skin.” Letting it be the Vice Captain simply nods giving a knowing smile as they hear familiar footfalls.

“Alright Ophelia I’m ready to fight!” Leopold's eager voice calls out as inwardly she is dreading going another round, unsure if her body could even take more. She wasn’t beat up by Randall, no this was just friendly sparring. But the physical toll on her body is starting to add up. 

Unable to say no she starts to nod, but is stopped by a strong voice and confident footfalls. “I’m sorry Leopold you won’t be sparing with Ophelia today, I will.” 

All of them turning towards the voice she can’t help but feel anxiety gnawing at her stomach. Fuegoleon Vermillion stands before her in all his glory looking prideful and fierce as ever. 

Randall chuckles as if he is let in on a joke.  “So that is why you wanted her to spar with me, to see what she is capable of.”  

It does make sense he wants to test how far she could go, and now against him. Leopold gives a huff of disappointment as his brother looks over to him. “I’m sure you’ll get plenty of chances to test yourself against her if she joins our squad.” 

Hearing that it is almost like she has no choice but to join the Crimson Lions, especially seeing the hopeful glitter enter Leopold's teal eyes. However she is sure that isn’t why the Captain said that, as it seems to have calmed his brother down.

Moving to stand in front of her Ophelia meets Captain Vemillion’s eyes. Blazing violet meets wild blue as she steels herself intimidating as he is; she isn’t going down without a fight. 

Quickly Ophelia realizes nothing is working as the fight begins. She knows he is a Captain, but the fact he has a fire affinity and his spells are insanely strong the only thing she can do is stall until time is up. However even that is hard as her creatures are destroyed in mere seconds, and she knows he isn’t even using a fraction of his powerful flames. The heat of them reaches her even from several feet away, and she doesn’t know which is more draining his flames or the volcano. 

Barely getting a Butterfly Barrier up as she still has to move out of the way as his flames exceed well past after burning them up. Rolling out of the way her muscles ache in protest and she summons another creature. 

“Wild Magic: Armored Alligator!” 

Once the spell was up another fiery blast is shot her way, muscles tensing in the gator it spins in a death roll making the flames form a flaming vortex around it and past Ophelia standing behind it letting them dissipate harmlessly. The intense heat makes her sweat more, but at least that attack was avoided. However her gator while still summoned isn’t fairing much better, maw open allowing itself to pant and try to cool off. Smoke rising from the scutes over its body having been nearly roasted from the inside out due to the tough armor scales.

Seeming pleased with the result, Fuegoleon unleashes another blast this time aimed solely at the creature. Legs weakly lifting itself until it’s hit and knocked over dispelling with an airy hiss. Yet another wave of heat hitting Ophelia as she grimaces feeling her knee impact the ground gasping for breath. Not having the energy to, she doesn’t bother looking up, but thankfully it seems the Captain has mercy on her as his boots enter her line of vision.

“You did well Ophelia, be proud of yourself for today.” Hearing his voice rumble over her, she looks up seeing a hand extended down as she smiles softly taking it.

“Thank you Captain.” 

Noting her condition he takes her to the common room while the others continue another round of training. “Given you’re not used to our training yet take the chance to rest while I finish up with the squad. I’ll come get you when finished.”

 Departing from her she sinks onto one of the sofas tipping her head back in relief. Body aching it feels good to finally relax. Eyes fluttering close she is grateful for the silence as it allows time for her thoughts to settle. Slowly starting to drift off she is startled awake by a sleepy voice.

“You look like you could use a nap.” Before she can even get up Rhya’s head plops on her lap making Ophelia raise a brow as he sleepily grins up at her.

“What are you doing here?” Voice almost accusing as she takes a breath having been scared into alertness heart pounding once again. 

“What no ‘hi Rhya’ ‘how are you doing Rhya’ or ‘good to see you Rhya?” Eye cracking open at her she rolls her own.

“My apologies, hello Rhya. But you have to admit that you have a knack for showing up in places you aren’t exactly supposed to be. I’ll have a hard time explaining this to the Captain if he comes back and sees you.” 

Scoffing his dark eyes flutter closed as he stifles a yawn making himself comfy in her lap. With a fullness in her chest it’s like old emotions are trying to rekindle, but she isn’t quite sure how to feel about how they used to be. Averting her eyes until Rhya speaks up again. 

“Nah I’ll be fine, besides that guy is a little too confident acting like he already has you on his squad. Are you sure you want to join this squad? I mean training like that everyday just sounds like a pain.” Not even opening his eyes it seems like he is content right now. 

Making a face she pushes his shoulders up off her lap and stands while he plops down where she had been sitting. Turning to face him shaking her head as he lets his eyes drift over to her complaining about losing his pillow. “No one has me on their squad yet Rhya. Captain Vermillion is just treating me like one of his squad members so I don’t feel out of place-.”

Suddenly her vision tilts as her legs give out, but thankfully Rhya is there within seconds. Arm around her as he raises a brow with a slight ‘I told you so’ smirk on his lips. “Are you sure that training like that everyday is something you’d want? You look pretty rough right now.” 

Weakly waving a hand in dismissal she shakes her head. “I’d be fine. My body would get used to it eventually…” words cutting off as she hides a yawn making him chuckle.

“You’re too stubborn for your own good.” Slowly his hands drop as Ophelia insists she is alright, legs quivering and as Rhya goes to support her again they both hear footfalls along with a familiar mana. Giving a quick look of apology Rhya disappears through a portal just as Captain Vermillion rounds a corner to see her starting to fall.

“Ophelia!” Cool flames catch her slowing her fall as he rushes over, her body nearly limp in the Captain’s arms. Watching her with a frown and furrowed brows he speaks up seeing her try to weakly lift her head before it falls lax against his shoulder. “You overworked yourself, if you were tired you should have said something.” Tone scolding as if speaking to a child while she attempts to speak.

“I...didn’t…” head falling against his chest again she fights to keep her eyes open and speak, “....want to bother...” another sigh leaves her lips. “...the squad. You-” Unable to try opening her eyes anymore she sighs out the last few words. “...busy as a Captain.” 

Eyes watching her form slump Fuegoelon stands carrying her with no issue as he makes his way down the hallways of the base. Knocking twice on a door it opens up as he announces himself. “It’s Captain Vermillion.” Without a second passing the door opens as the barracks for the women opens up and they gasp seeing Ophelia. “She fainted from overworking today.” Nodding right away they help get her to an empty bed as he turns to the female squad members. “I’ll send for someone to ensure it’s nothing serious, meanwhile I want the rest of you to keep an eye on her. Is that understood?”

All assuring their Captain that his orders are understood he leaves with full confidence Ophelia will be well in their care. 

Several hours pass and finally her eyes open revealing red blurrs and faint chatter. Groaning as she tries to sit up but a girl with freckles and auburn hair sets a hand on her shoulder. “The medical mage said you shouldn’t get up.” Seeing the confusion she explains. “You’re in the female barracks for the Crimson Lions, the Captain brought you here after he said you fainted from overexertion.” 

Blinking several times she does faintly remember. She was with Rhya and got up from the couch before he caught her only to have the Captain show up, but after she drew a blank. Hand on her head she slowly shakes it side to side. “Sorry for being a bother.”

After being assured she isn’t a bother Ophelia ends up talking with several familiar faces from the volcano as she relaxes in their company. Eventually sleep finds her again as the thoughts of the days to come fill her mind in both worry and anticipation.

~

Passing through the gates from the Vermillion's to the corridor between the royal houses Ophelia spots Captain Silva waiting, watching both of them walk up with sharp eagle eyes. “You’re late Fuegoleon.” 

Giving a slight smile while closing his eyes Fuegoleon doesn’t seem phased in the slightest. “My apologies Nozel, there was something I had to attend to with my squad before bringing Ophelia here.”

“Hmph, as if it couldn’t have waited until after. I’ve already had my time cut short by waiting on you.” Violet eyes stare directly into her blue’s as his chin tips up waiting on her. Getting the message as her heart beats harder she glances to Fuegoleon who gives an encouraging nod for her to go ahead.

“Thank you Captain Vermillion for this opportunity.” Smiling gently at the Crimson Lion Captain he smiles back proudly.

“You’re welcome Ophelia, I look forward to seeing your work as a Magic Knight no matter which squad you join.”  Briefly both royals lock eyes and Nozel clearly isn’t pleased with the other’s apparent attentiveness.

Hearing a noise from Nozel, Ophelia looks up to find him staring at her as she quickly gets the message. Giving one last glance to Fuegoleon before crossing over towards Captain Silva. Only seconds later footfalls rapidly hit the ground coming to a stop near Fuegoleon. Beside him is Leopold blinking and holding the Crimson Lion King’s robe Ophelia had worn. 

“Brother she forgot her robe!” Glancing down to his younger brother he smiles and hearing the voice Ophelia turns back seeing Leopold. Even Nozel inclines his head, although his expression is unimpressed and showing slight impatience with being kept waiting.

“It’s alright Leopold, we will hold it for her if she decides to join us.” Arms crossed he keeps his calm. Grinning back at Fuegoleon the younger Vermillion nods with a tooth poking out. If his brother is so calm then he had no reason to worry either. Turning his attention back to Nozel as he eyes his rival. “I must say though Nozel, she did the Crimson Lions quite proud by wearing our robe. She even kept up excellently with our training.”

 Smiling in response she feels a warmth in her chest hearing the Captain’s praise. returning her attention back to Captain Silva, something tells her this would be quite different than her time with the Crimson Lions.

The silver haired Captain doesn’t even acknowledge what his rival says simply turning on his heel, only pausing long enough to give her an imposing glance and comment. “We’ve wasted enough time here.” Having no choice but to follow, she swiftly catches up while trying to maintain a respectable distance to the Captain as they pass through the gates to House Silva and the Silver Eagle’s base.

Taking another glance back at her Nozel notices how far she is from him, normally someone standing two body lengths away doesn’t bother him. In fact he usually welcomes it, but this… unable to help himself he looks forward again opening a door and pausing. “Do try and keep up.” Hearing his voice Ophelia’s heart nearly stops in fear as her eyes widen he wants her closer? However she isn’t given time to think as he enters the doorway and she does the same shortly after. Upon her doing so he can feel her mana is closer, just out of arm's reach, and he makes no further comment on it. Seemingly appeased.

Walking through a grand marble floored room Ophelia spots two figures in the middle of the room, both with silver hair and the Silver Eagle’s cloak. Quickly by seeing their attire as well she can only assume they are siblings to Nozel. Both with smug expressions on their faces. Holding the cloak folded up the woman takes a hand and uses the back of her palm to hide her lips coyly. “Nozel, I don’t mean to bother you. But you have a stray at your heels.” A snicker is heard from beside her.

“Yes, do you want us to help you get rid of it? I’m surprised you let it follow you this far even brother.” 

The sting of their words goes straight through Ophelia as she clenches her jaw with fingers curling and nails biting into her palms. She should have expected this, but the words still hurt. However they are nothing compared to the times her own sister has called her worse. If she can handle that she can handle this from a couple of royals… right? Unable to help it she risks a glance at the Captain, and he doesn’t seem to share his sibling’s same amusement. “Nebra hand her the robe.” 

“What, to her? You’ve got to be joking Nozel.”  His sister, Nebra scoffs at this while his brother chimes in.

“Don’t tell me that is the girl- I know it’s a commoner village, but her?” Both siblings start to snicker until Nozel’s voice cuts them off.

“Nebra, Solid- that’s enough. I made my decision and that is final.” Holding out his hand for the robe now Nebra blinks in confusion so Nozel takes it with an irritated sigh. He’s already wasted time because of Fuegoleon today; he didn’t need this.  Handing the robe to Ophelia she quickly understands taking it and putting it on fluidly as she could. As she does his eyes slide over her form as if silently appraising her, but his eyes give nothing away as he turns to walk past his siblings. 

Solid and Nebra being left to stare at one another in disbelief as she follows their brother as before. Not to be left behind though they quickly follow, and since Ophelia is slightly behind their brother instead of beside him they flank her on both sides. Nebra on the left and Solid on the right as they both sneer at her smaller form. 

“This has to be a joke.” A chuckle from her right as Nebra glances at her younger brother over the blonde’s head.

“Right? There is no way our brother would seriously consider a commoner, unless it was a servant for the house.”  As they literally talk over her Ophelia finds herself glancing towards the Captain they may be whispering, but he has to hear them right? Her attention isn’t on him for more than a fleeting second though as their scathing comments start up again.

“Ahah that is so true. If this is why the past two weeks he’s been-.” Suddenly Nozel stops, thankfully Ophelia is paying attention so she stops as well but not so lucky for Solid and Nebra nearly bumping into their brother as a violet eye peers over his shoulder at them coldly.

“I thought I told you two that is enough.” Shrinking under their brother’s glare he continues. “I assigned a mission to you both, I would hope you completed it before bothering me.” Eye narrowing not getting an answer it’s clear Nozel isn’t happy. “Go do what you should have been doing and don’t return until you’re finished.”

Not a further word is needed as they step back and glower at Ophelia walking away side by side starting to whisper too quietly for her to hear. Turning her attention back to Captain Silva he is starting to walk so she does as well. It is quiet as the two continue to walk, so far no explanation like with Captain Vermillion how the Silver Eagles were founded or who by. 

Crossing another room she can only assume that they are still in House Silva instead of the Silver Eagles with her suspicion confirmed seeing a large painting of a woman with silver hair and grand dress all in a golden frame. Below is a small side table against the wall with a vase full of flowers with a younger girl looking up at it. Her outfit and hair color is similar to the other Silva’s.

“What are you doing?” Stopping a few feet behind her Nozel must have startled her as she whirls around wide eyed.

“Oh, Nozel….hello.” Timidly her violet eyes flit to you but pay most of their attention to her brother. 

“I asked you a question, don’t make me repeat myself.” Flinching back her head tips down the loose hair from her pigtails fluttering slightly as she moves. 

“I was just… looking at mother.” Blue eyes shifting to the picture Ophelia is able to pick up on the resemblance immediately gazing at the other again.

“I thought I told you to stay in your room. I told you I would be busy around the base.” Face stern he clearly has had it, having dealt with enough from Solid and Nebra already. 

“Yes, Nozel.” Slowly starting to walk off Nozel stays firm despite his sister’s demeanor.

However while watching this she swallows and heart pounding speaks up. “Captain Silva.” Voice stronger than she expects her eyes meet the Captain’s own sharp lavender hues.  “She wasn’t a bother, what she was doing is harmless enough.” 

Brow furrowing he clearly isn’t happy, and his sister stops as well a little ways down the hall turning to glance back until Nozel gives her a look making Ophelia frown.

  Blood boiling she can’t believe what she is seeing, the treatment of the girl is like peering into a mirror. Here she is witnessing a Royal girl being treated the same way she is by her own elder sister.  “She is your sister, and she is going to be part of your squad. You should start treating her with more respect Captain!”

Eyes like an eagle he turns towards her sharply with his face stoic yet while his voice drips with displeasure. “Where she is going has already been decided, and it will never be with my squad.” His words like a lance through her heart she doesn’t know this girl, but she knows the feeling of rejection from someone you’re supposed to look up to.

 Down the hall his sister watches and listens in a mixture of shock and fear, eyes darting to the woman standing up for her as she isn’t backing down and instead standing up to Nozel.

Controlling her breathing she does the best she can not to be intimidated, is this really how the Captain is? If that is the case then… “Captain Silva, thank you for considering me for your squad but seeing this I can’t imagine joining the Silver Eagles when their own Captain treats his sister like this-” While speaking Ophelia reaches up to the robe about to remove it.

Her fingertips don’t even touch the clasp for the cloak and she’s frozen in place by a layer of mercury. Even Ophelia’s arm is held in place still partly up from reaching to undo the clasp. The only part she can move is her head leaning back from Captain Silva when he leans in mere inches from her face.

“What do you think you’re doing? Someone such as yourself has no place to interfere with matters concerning House Silva.” His tone is ice cold and chills her bones while his eyes seem to be freezing her in place instead of the mercury. “From the moment you put that robe on I am in command and decide when your time here is finished. Is that understood?” Icy mana bearing down around her, she can tell this is only a small portion of the power he holds.

Swallowing in fear she can’t simply nod so she has to speak while doing the best not to let her words tremble. “Yes, Captain Silva.” Eyes locked with his a cold sweat threatens to drip down her neck, but slowly the choking pressure of his mana dies down.

“I don’t know if I should be disappointed or pleased. You seem to have dropped that attitude so easily and gained common sense with respecting your superiors.” Mercury dropping away from her body Ophelia almost collapses from the sudden release staggering a couple steps back while glancing at the Captain in a timid manner as he catches her eye over his shoulder addressing her in an eerily calm tone. “Should you be so undisciplined as to defy me again I almost hate to think of the punishment that could befall you.” 

Continuing on as if they hadn’t just run into his little sister she has no choice but to follow. Heart beating a mile a minute and tears of anger hidden behind her eyes.

While showing Ophelia around the base and elaborating on the duties of a Magic Knight  Nozel is furious with himself. How could he, a Royal, lose his demeanor because of a simple commoner? She had no business meddling in family affairs, and it is the second time she has challenged him. That woman just happens to have magic that could benefit the kingdom by having her a part of the Magic Knights. That is all, once it is settled who’s squad she is on he won’t have to spare her another moment of thought. Internally he knows though he wouldn’t be truly happy unless she is on his squad, but even then would it really stop, and otherwise why would he spend the past two weeks thinking about her?

Both of them able to calm down Nozel comes to a stop at the end of a long corridor leading to a dead end where they won’t be disturbed as a question that has plagued him from the start is on his lips. Turning towards her it’s clear Ophelia has some fear and he isn’t sure how to feel on seeing that. Normally he wouldn’t care but this… pushing the thought aside he lifts his chin looking at her directly.

“What makes Fuegoleon so favorable as a Captain?” It’s bothered him more than he would like to admit and her demeanor towards him isn’t nearly as guarded.

Clearly surprised by this question she has no time to hide the shock on her face, but Captain Silva’s expression isn’t changing, and he is clearly expecting an answer. After taking the time to listen to his explanations, what is expected she figures the Captain isn’t the worst in all situations. His demeanor isn’t simply towards his sister, but to everyone in general. It’s clear he is diligent in his duties holding a high standard.

“Well,” hesitating, she isn’t sure where to start but his expression isn’t budging and he isn’t telling her to look at him as her eyes flit away. Angry as she is for earlier with his sister what transpired after still is clear in her mind. “Captain Vermillion, he takes time to get to know others.” Seeing an elegantly raised brow she continues hurriedly. “As a Magic Knight it’s your duty to protect the people of the Clover Kingdom. Most of the time those that are prioritized are Nobles or Royals living within the Capital. They are of a higher status yes, but make up a minority of the population you look after. By understanding commoners people are more willing to help unlike what happened in Carney.” 

She doesn’t mention him specifically but Nozel knows she is referring to how he spoke to her. However that isn't what makes him think. It’s the fact that she is able to converse with him about that as if it was natural is what intrigues him. No wonder she was asked to come by the Wizard King himself, he never met her and yet-. Stopping another pointless thought he squares his shoulders gazing down at her.

“You are correct in that matter, Royalty and Nobility make up a smaller part of the Clover Kingdom than common folk. However, what you didn’t consider is that those of higher class hold a position of importance throughout the Kingdom requiring the protection of the Magic Knights.” Composed again he watches her for a few moments.

His words should shock her, they do but at the same time she isn’t surprised by Captain Silva seeing his point. Ophelia however isn’t given a chance to question about it as he continues. “Furthermore Fuegoleon is a fool who casts aside his pride as a Royal, it’s made him soft by lowering himself to such standards. Even if your idyllic world could exist Royalty and Nobility will always hold power over commoners.” 

Turning her head away she is unable to keep his stoic gaze, gone is the harsh glare but that doesn’t make him any less intimidating. A silence falls between the two as he studies her and Ophelia, in uncertainty keeps her eyes slightly lowered. The two considering the words of the other until the Captain is the first to break the silence. 

“I haven’t shown you everything necessary for 

Showing her the more delicate inner workings of the Magic Knights Ophelia listens keenly. Unlike Fuegoleon who focused on battle Captain Silva seems more focused on bureaucratic matters. Noticing her interest Nozel is secretly pleased with how attentive she is. Unfortunately after some time one of his squad members approaches he knows it wouldn’t be a quick matter.

“Captain Silva, I apologize, but this requires your attention urgently.” A man with chin length black hair and a slender offers a letter as the Captain examines it. His sharp violet eyes give nothing away while folding the letter back up.

“Nills, show Ophelia to her room.” Gaze shifting to her, his eyes remain stoic addressing her casually. “We are done, tomorrow morning you’ll meet with Captain Vangaence.” Not a further word as he departs without a word leaving her in Nill’s care.

For the most part walking with Nills is fairly quiet as he doesn’t say much, but he isn’t bad to be around. He seemed so eager to take on this job from Nozel, so it makes Ophelia wonder what about the Captain he admires so as her curiosity piques. “Nills,” gently she speaks while looking at him and thankfully his head turns towards her showing she has his attention. “May I ask what made you choose the Silver Eagles as your squad?”

Seeming pleasantly surprised he beams at her giving off a proud gleam in his eyes. “Captain Silva is a wonderful man you’ve probably seen that already, but he takes great pride in being a Magic Knight...” Telling her about some of his accomplishments Ophelia finds herself surprised by a few of them and even amazed. His endurance, how he acts during battle or high stakes missions. She doesn’t blame Nills for admiring the Captain despite the flaws he may have, he is quite admirable for a Magic Knight and the fact he became Captain of this squad like his mother is more impressive. The thought makes her a little sad however, the woman from earlier in the painting his sister said mother so that must mean… thoughts trailing off she is brought to the room she will be staying in. Thanking Nills as he departs she steps in closing the door behind her back against the smooth wood. 

To her right in the middle of the back wall is a bed between two large windows, across from the bed is a dresser, further to the right is a door she can only assume leads to a bathroom while to the wall closest on her left is a small table with a chair for writing. Keeping with the theme of the Silver Eagles the fabrics and metals are all kept in white, silver or blue tints with the only exception being the wood. 

Subconsciously she turns the lock before stepping away from the door, someone isn’t likely to barge in but in a new place it is a welcome addition of security. Glancing about the room Ophelia reaches to undo the clasp on the Magic Knight robe placing it on the back of a chair with a sigh as an all too familiar voice is heard.

“This Captain is a real winner huh?.” Startled, she is about to grab the cloak putting it back on until she sees who is lounging on her bed. 

“Rhya!” Scowling at him, he simply closes his eyes, smiling lounging on his side with his palm on his cheek propping himself up on an elbow. 

“Man, someone is jumpy.” Sleepily grinning he doesn’t keep at it for long seeing her expression and straightening up. “Did I come at a bad time?”

Running a hand through her hair she lets out a long sigh. “I just… it’s been a long day Rhya.” Sitting up reading her tone his dark eyes shine with something for a moment, but she is too conflicted to tell what right now. Eyes squeezed shut she keeps her head turned away from him as he gets the message.

“Alright.” Standing he watches her a few moments longer until he speaks up again. “You don’t have to do this alone ya know, that’s a pain. You have family to rely on Ophelia.” 

Hearing that only makes her remember being with Licht, Fana, Vetto and of course Rhya. Yeah they are there for her but they're strangers yet. Everything and everyone these past couple days are new and strange. Any sense of being able to return to her old life is long gone. “Please Rhya, I just can’t… deal with you right now!” Cutting off she doesn’t trust herself to speak anymore, she just needs time and time to herself.

Without a word a portal opens behind Rhya as he watches her for a few moments more with a sigh, disappearing moments later. Once she can’t feel his mana slowly her head lifts and her feet shuffle against the ground. Sitting on the edge of the bed she places her head in her hands.

If it was just dealing with the Magic Knights she would be fine, but she also is still learning about part of herself and people she didn’t know existed until recently. She may feel comfortable with Rhya, but why is he checking up on her at every turn? She isn’t used to this! This ‘family’, though they treat her kindly are still strangers. The fact she was, or is as they say, an elf is strange enough, but trying to accept that in such a short time with everything else being thrust at her? 

Slowly as Ophelia gets ready to sleep Captain Silva doesn't check on her, but that isn’t a surprise. Though at the same time Rhya didn’t return either, guilt building up for snapping at him instead of talking, but too late now. Laying in the plush bed she closes her eyes praying for sleep to find her soon, thankful that she is alone so no one has to hear or witness her regrets. Hopefully her dreams could let her forget the turmoil of thoughts and emotions flooding her mind.

[lets-talk-story]

Pied Piper of Hamelin

Hamelin town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The River Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall on the southern side; A pleasanter spot you never spied; But, when begins my ditty, Almost five hundred years ago, To see townsfolk suffer so From vermin, was a pity.

Rats! They fought the dogs, and killed the cats, And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats, And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats, By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats.

At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: "'Tis clear," cried they, "our Mayor's a noddy; And as for our Corporation -- shocking To think we buy gowns lined with ermine For dolts that can't or won't determine What's best to rid us of our vermin! You hope, because you're old and obese, To find in the furry civic robe ease? Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking To find the remedy we're lacking, Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!" At this the Mayor and Corporation Quaked with a mighty consternation.

An hour they sate in council, At length the Mayor broke silence: "For a guilder I'd my ermine gown sell, I wish I were a mile hence! It's easy to bid one rack one's brain -- I'm sure my poor head aches again I've scratched it so, and all in vain. Oh for a trap, a trap, a trap!" Just as he said this, what should hap At the chamber-door but a gentle tap? "Bless us," cried the Mayor, "What's that?" (With the Corporation as he sat, Looking little though wondrous fat; Nor brighter was his eye, nor moister Than a too-long-opened oyster, Save when at noon his paunch grew mutinous For a plate of turtle, green and glutinous.) "Only a scraping of shoes on the mat? Anything like the sound of a rat Makes my heart go pit-a-pat!"

"Come in!" -- the Mayor cried, looking bigger: And in did come the strangest figure! His queer long coat from heel to head Was half of yellow and half of red; And he himself was tall and thin, With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin, And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin, No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin, But lips where smiles went out and in -- There was no guessing his kith and kin! And nobody could enough admire The tall man and his quaint attire. Quoth one: "It's as my great-grandsire, Starting up at the Trump of Doom's tone, Had walked this way from his painted tombstone!"

He advanced to the council-table: And, "Please your honors," said he, "I'm able, By means of a secret charm, to draw All creatures living beneath the sun, That creep, or swim, or fly, or run, After me so as you never saw! And I chiefly use my charm On creatures that do people harm, The mole, and toad, and newt, and viper; And people call me the Pied Piper." (And here they noticed round his neck A scarf of red and yellow stripe, To match with his coat of selfsame cheque; And at the scarf's end hung a pipe; And his fingers, they noticed, were ever straying As if impatient to be playing Upon this pipe, as low it dangled Over his vesture, so old-fangled.) "Yet," said he "poor piper as I am, In Tartary I freed the Cham, Last June, from his huge swarms of gnats; I eased in Asia the Nizam Of a monstrous brood of vampire-bats: And, as for what your brain bewilders, If I can rid your town of rats Will you give me a thousand guilders?" "One? fifty thousand!" -- was the exclamation Of the astonished Mayor and Corporation.

Into the street the Piper stept, Smiling first a little smile, As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while; Then, like a musical adept, To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled, And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled Like a candle flame where salt is sprinkled; And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered, You heard as if an army muttered; And the muttering grew to a grumbling; And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling; And out of the houses the rats came tumbling: Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers, Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives -- Followed the Piper for their lives. From street to street he piped, advancing, And step for step, they followed, dancing, Until they came to the river Weser Wherein all plunged and perished -- Save one who, stout as Julius Caesar, Swam across and lived to carry (As he the manuscript he cherished) To Rat-land home his commentary: Which was, "At the first shrill notes of the pipe, I heard a sound as of scraping tripe, And putting apples, wondrous ripe, Into a cider press's gripe: And a moving away of pickle-tub-boards, And a leaving ajar of conserve-cupboards, And the drawing the corks of train-oil-flasks, And a breaking the hoops of butter-casks; And it seemed as if a voice (Sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery Is breathed) called out, Oh rats, rejoice! The world is grown to one vast drysaltery! So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon! And just as a bulky sugar-puncheon, All ready staved, like a great sun shone Glorious scarce an inch before me, Just as methought it said, 'Come, bore me!' -- I found the Weser rolling o'er me."

You should have heard the Hamelin people Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple. "Go," cried the Mayor, "and get long poles! Poke out the nests and block up the holes! Consult with carpenters and builders, And leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats!" -- when suddenly up the face Of the Piper perked in the market-place, With a, "First, if you please, my thousand guilders!"

A thousand guilders! The Mayor looked blue; So did the Corporation, too. For council dinners made rare havoc With Claret, Moselle, Vin-de-Grave, Hock; And half the money would replenish Their cellar's biggest butt with Rhenish. To pay this sum to a wandering fellow With a gypsy coat of red and yellow! "Beside," quoth the Mayor, with a knowing wink, "Our business was done at the river's brink; We saw with our eyes the vermin sink, And what's dead can't come to life, I think. So, friend, we're not the folks to shrink From the duty of giving you something for drink, And a matter of money to put in your poke; But, as for the guilders, what we spoke Of them, as you very well know, was in joke. Beside, our losses have made us thrifty: A thousand guilders! Come, take fifty!"

The Piper's face fell, and he cried, "No trifling! I can't wait, beside! I've promised to visit, by dinner-time Bagdat, and accept the prime Of the Head Cook's pottage, all he's rich in, For having left, in the Caliph's kitchen, Of a nest of scorpions no survivor: With him I proved no bargain-driver, With you, don't think I'll bait a stiver! And folks who put me in a passion May find me pipe to another fashion."

"How?" cried the Mayor, "d'ye think I brook Being worse treated than a cook? Insulted by a lazy ribald With idle pipe and vesture piebald? You threaten us, fellow? Do your worst, Blow your pipe there till you burst!"

Once more he stept into the street; And to his lips again Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane; And ere he blew three notes (such sweet Soft notes as yet musician's cunning Never gave the enraptured air) There was a rustling, that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping, and little tongues chattering, And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering, Out came the children running. All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.

The Mayor was dumb, and the Council stood As if they were changed into blocks of wood, Unable to move a step, or cry To the children merrily skipping by, -- Could only follow with the eye That joyous crowd at the Piper's back. But how the Mayor was on the rack, And the wretched Council's bosoms beat, As the Piper turned from the High Street To where the Weser rolled its waters Right in the way of their sons and daughters! However he turned from South to West, And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed, And after him the children pressed; Great was the joy in every breast. "He never can cross that mighty top! He's forced to let the piping drop, And we shall see our children stop!" When, lo! as they reached the mountain-side, A wondrous portal opened wide, As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed; And the Piper advanced and the children followed, And when all were in to the very last, The door in the mountain-side shut fast. Did I say, all? No! One was lame, And could not dance the whole of the way; And in after years, if you would blame His sadness, he was used to say, -- "It's dull in our town since my playmates left! I can't forget that I'm bereft Of all the pleasant sights they see, Which the Piper also promised me; For he led us, he said, to a joyous land, Joining the town and just at hand, Where waters gushed and fruit-trees grew, And flowers put forth a fairer hue, And everything was strange and new; The sparrows were brighter than the peacocks here, And their dogs outran our fallow deer, And honey-bees had lost their stings, And horses were born with eagles' wings; And just as I became assured My lame foot would be speedily cured, The music stopped and I stood still, And found myself outside the hill, Left alone against my will, To go now limping as before, And never hear of that country more!"

Alas, alas for Hamelin! There came into many a burgher's pate A text which says, that heaven's Gate Opes to the rich at as easy rate As the needle's eye takes a camel in! The Mayor sent East, West, North, and South To offer the Piper by word of mouth, Wherever it was men's lot to find him, Silver and gold to his heart's content, If he'd only return the way he went, And bring the children behind him. But when they saw 'twas a lost endeavor, And Piper and dancers were gone forever, They made a decree that lawyers never Should think their records dated duly If, after the day of the month and year, These words did not as well appear, "And so long after what happened here On the Twenty-second of July, Thirteen hundred and Seventy-six;" And the better in memory to fix The place of the children's last retreat, They called it, the Pied Piper's Street -- Where any one playing on pipe or tabor Was sure for the future to lose his labor. Nor suffered they hostelry or tavern To shock with mirth a street so solemn; But opposite the place of the cavern They wrote the story on a column, And on the great church-window painted The same, to make the world acquainted How their children were stolen away, And there it stands to this very day. And I must not omit to say That in Transylvania there's a tribe Of alien people that ascribe The outlandish ways and dress On which their neighbors lay such stress, To their fathers and mothers having risen Out of some subterraneous prison Into which they were trepanned Long time ago in a mighty band Out of Hamelin town in Brunswick land, But how or why, they don't understand.

So, Willy, let you and me be wipers Of scores out with all men -- especially pipers; And, whether they pipe us free from rats or from mice, If we've promised them aught, let us keep our promise.

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Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,   By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall on the southern side; A pleasanter spot you never spied;   But, when begins my ditty, Almost five hundred years ago, To see the townsfolk suffer so   From vermin, was a pity.      Rats! They fought the dogs, and killed the cats,   And bit the babies in the cradles, And eat the cheeses out of the vats,   And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats      By drowning their speaking      With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body   To the Town Hall came flocking: 'Tis clear, cried they, our Mayor's a noddy;   And as for our Corporation — shocking To think we buy gowns lined with ermine For dolts that can't or won't determine What's like to rid us of our vermin! Rouse up, Sirs! Give your brains a racking To find the remedy we're lacking, Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!   At this the Mayor and Corporation   Quaked with a mighty consternation. An hour they sate in council,   At length the Mayor broke silence: For a guilder I'd my ermine gown sell;   I wish I were a mile hence! It's easy to bid one rack one's brain — I'm sure my poor head aches again I've scratched it so, and all in vain. Oh for a trap, a trap, a trap! Just as he said this, what should hap At the chamber door but a gentle tap? Bless us, cried the Mayor, what's that? (With the Corporation as he sate, Looking little though wondrous fat); Only a scraping of shoes on the mat? Anything like the sound of a rat Makes my heart go pit-a-pat! Come in! — the Mayor cried, looking bigger: And in did come the strangest figure! His queer long coat from heel to head Was half of yellow and half of red; And he himself was tall and thin, With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin, And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin, No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin, But lips where smiles went out and in — There was no guessing his kith and kin! And nobody could enough admire The tall man and his quaint attire: Quoth one: It's as my great-grandsire, Starting up at the Trump of Doom's tone, Had walked this way from his painted tombstone! He advanced to the council-table: And, Please your honours, said he, I'm able, By means of a secret charm, to draw All creatures living beneath the sun, That creep, or swim, or fly, or run, After me so as you never saw! And I chiefly use my charm On creatures that do people harm, The mole, and toad, and newt, and viper; And people call me the Pied Piper. (And here they noticed round his neck A scarf of red and yellow stripe, To match with his coat of the self-same cheque; And at the scarf's end hung a pipe; And his fingers, they noticed, were ever straying As if impatient to be playing Upon this pipe, as low it dangled Over his vesture so old-fangled.) Yet, said he, poor piper as I am, In Tartary I freed the Cham, Last June, from his huge swarms of gnats; I eased in Asia the Nizam Of a monstrous brood of vampyre-bats: And, as for what your brain bewilders, If I can rid your town of rats Will you give me a thousand guilders? One? fifty thousand! — was the exclamation Of the astonished Mayor and Corporation. Into the street the Piper stept,   Smiling first a little smile, As if he knew what magic slept   In his quiet pipe the while; Then, like a musical adept, To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled, And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled, Like a candle-flame where salt is sprinkled; And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered, You heard as if an army muttered; And the muttering grew to a grumbling; And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling; And out of the houses the rats came tumbling. Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,   Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers,   Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives — Followed the Piper for their lives. From street to street he piped advancing, And step for step they followed dancing, Until they came to the river Weser Wherein all plunged and perished — Save one who, stout as Julius Caesar, Swam across and lived to carry (As he the manuscript he cherished) To Rat-land home his commentary, Which was, At the first shrill notes of the pipe, I heard a sound as of scraping tripe, And putting apples, wondrous ripe, Into a cider-press's gripe: And a moving away of pickle-tub-boards, And a leaving ajar of conserve-cupboards, And a drawing the corks of train-oil-flasks, And a breaking the hoops of butter-casks; And it seemed as if a voice (Sweeter than by harp or by psaltery Is breathed) called out, Oh rats, rejoice! The world is grown to one vast drysaltery! 'So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, 'Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon! And just as one bulky sugar-puncheon, Ready staved, like a great sun shone Glorious scarce an inch before me, Just as methought it said, Come, bore me! — I found the Weser rolling o'er me. You should have heard the Hamelin people Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple; Go, cried the Mayor, and get long poles! Poke out the nests and block up the holes! Consult with carpenters and builders, And leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats! — when suddenly up the face Of the Piper perked in the market-place, With a, First, if you please, my thousand guilders! A thousand guilders! The Mayor looked blue; So did the Corporation too. For council dinners made rare havock With Claret, Moselle, Vin-de-Grave, Hock; And half the money would replenish Their cellar's biggest butt with Rhenish. To pay this sum to a wandering fellow With a gipsy coat of red and yellow! Beside, quoth the Mayor with a knowing wink, Our business was done at the river's brink; We saw with our eyes the vermin sink, And what's dead can't come to life, I think. So, friend, we're not the folks to shrink From the duty of giving you something for drink, And a matter of money to put in your poke; But, as for the guilders, what we spoke Of them, as you very well know, was in joke. Beside, our losses have made us thrifty; A thousand guilders! Come, take fifty! The Piper's face fell, and he cried, No trifling! I can't wait, beside! I've promised to visit by dinner time Bagdat, and accept the prime Of the Head Cook's pottage, all he's rich in, For having left, in the Caliph's kitchen, Of a nest of scorpions no survivor — With him I proved no bargain-driver, With you, don't think I'll bate a stiver! And folks who put me in a passion May find me pipe after another fashion. How? cried the Mayor, d'ye think I'll brook Being worse treated than a Cook? Insulted by a lazy ribald With idle pipe and vesture piebald? You threaten us, fellow? Do your worst, Blow your pipe there till you burst! Once more he stept into the street;   And to his lips again Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane;   And ere he blew three notes (such sweet Soft notes as yet musician's cunning   Never gave th'enraptured air) There was a rustling, that seem'd like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping, and little tongues chattering, And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering, Out came the children running. All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting and laughter. The Mayor was dumb, and the Council stood As if they were changed into blocks of wood, Unable to move a step, or cry To the children merrily skipping by — Could only follow with the eye That joyous crowd at the Piper's back. But how the Mayor was on the rack, And the wretched Council's bosoms beat, As the Piper turned from the High Street To where the Weser rolled its waters Right in the way of their sons and daughters! However he turned from South to West, And to Coppelburg Hill his steps addressed, And after him the children pressed; Great was the joy in every breast. He never can cross that mighty top! He's forced to let the piping drop, And we shall see our children stop! When, lo, as they reached the mountain's side, A wondrous portal opened wide, As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed; And the Piper advanced and the children follow'd, And when all were in to the very last, The door in the mountain side shut fast. Did I say, all? No! One was lame, And could not dance the whole of the way; And in after years, if you would blame His sadness, he was used to say, — It's dull in our town since my playmates left! I can't forget that I'm bereft Of all the pleasant sights they see, Which the Piper also promised me; For he led us, he said, to a joyous land, Joining the town and just at hand, Where waters gushed and fruit-trees grew, And flowers put forth a fairer hue, And every thing was strange and new; The sparrows were brighter than peacocks here, And their dogs outran our fallow deer, And honey-bees had lost their stings, And horses were born with eagles' wings: And just as I felt assured My lame foot would be speedily cured, The music stopped and I stood still, And found myself outside the Hill, Left alone against my will, To go now limping as before, And never hear of that country more! Alas, alas for Hamelin!   There came into many a burgher's pate   A text which says, that Heaven's Gate   Opes to the Rich at as easy a rate As the needle's eye takes a camel in! The Mayor sent East, West, North, and South, To offer the Piper, by word of mouth,   Wherever it was men's lot to find him, Silver and gold to his heart's content, If he'd only return the way he went,   And bring the children behind him. But when they saw 'twas a lost endeavour, And Piper and dancers were gone for ever, They made a decree that lawyers never   Should think their records dated duly If, after the day of the month and year, These words did not as well appear, "And so long after what happened here   "On the Twenty-second of July, "Thirteen hundred and Seventy-six:" And the better in memory to fix The place of the Children's last retreat, They called it, The Pied Piper's Street — Where any one playing on pipe or tabor Was sure for the future to lose his labour. Nor suffered they Hostelry or Tavern   To shock with mirth a street so solemn; But opposite the place of the cavern   They wrote the story on a column, And on the Great Church Window painted The same, to make the world acquainted How their children were stolen away; And there it stands to this very day. And I must not omit to say That in Transylvania there's a tribe Of alien people who ascribe The outlandish ways and dress On which their neighbours lay such stress To their fathers and mothers having risen Out of some subterraneous prison Into which they were trepanned Long time ago in a mighty band Out of Hamelin town in Brunswick land, But how or why, they don't understand. So, Willy, let you and me be wipers Of scores out with all men — especially pipers: And, whether they pipe us from rats or from mice, If we've promised them aught, let us keep our promise.

Robert Browning-The Pied Piper of Hamelin

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Little Women

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