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betterillusionist · 2 months ago

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Not Quite Friends

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Headcanon context:

Simeon Firemane - ex-spy from Dragonspyre who managed to escape to Ravenwood near the end of the Dragonspyre Titan War. He's married to Roland Silverheart.

Roland Silverheart - a druid born in ancient Ravenwood who watched his people be killed by the Dragonspyrians fleeing from Rydall's Plague. He has since been able to overcome (most of) his grievances and has married Simeon Firemane. Can be easily gaslit over simple details due to his age.

Boris Tallstaff - minor deity-type entity with the power of stories. His physical body is made up of hundreds of magical talismans. Lives/Imprisoned inside of the Ravenwood Library because of Roland.

Ivan Soulsinger - former Dragonrider whose spirit is now stuck inside of his family's heirloom sword.

{Written & posted at the request of @raynee-main}

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"We're here, daemon," Roland growls as he holds the heavy vault door open without a care in the World. The heat of lava streams into the space first, invading the cold air and consuming it whole.

"Oooh!" Boris hums with great interest as he rushes inside. He curls around the mysterious device with immense curiosity. A bright crystalline blue gem pulses in its affixed slot in a small black box, humming with otherworldly resonance. There's a second, smaller slot on top, which is currently empty. It sits at the bottom of an elevated dais, upon which sits an intricately carved piece of wood. The runes, however, are dormant.

Once he's finished with his inspection, Boris' chest flutters open, and from the cavity within he retrieves a short stack of papers and a green crystal that he can just barely cover in full with his fingers. He lets the papers float before him - three in total, two informational and one note - to make it easier for him to scan them.

- Place the Knowledge Crystal in the receptacle on top of the main panel (one with blue crystal) - Touch the blue crystal - Wait for the portal to fully open before entering - If the runes don't light up, flip the Knowledge Crystal and try again

Note p3.4 -> If you think this will ruin Roland's opinion of Simeon, please don't bring him with you. I know it's unfair for him to not know where he came from, but seeing it first-hand is not something to be taken lightly. It will be as real as it had been for us. Not just the war, but who we were to each other then, too.

Boris does exactly as the instructions say. The green Knowledge Crystal slides perfectly into the small slot atop the forward black box. Once it is nestled into place, it starts to shine with silver sparkles and hum along to the crystal below it. Then he carefully places a single papery finger to the one right below. The moment it connects to its smooth surface, the whole machine whirls to life. Bright blue energy rushes up the steps and fills the runes of the arch, bathing the two in its brilliant glow. A portal appears in its center, expanding outwards from a single central point. Its surface is murky red and purple as its hazy edges swirl like storm clouds. Distant echoes emanate from within, though the words are far too hazy to make out in full. At least the thing works.

He turns back to the instructions.

Once inside: - Don't stray too far from the crystal's owner (me), or you'll risk leaving the past and you will have to start all over again - Don't stop events from occurring. History must fly its course - Each memory only lasts for so long and contains a gateway that leads further in. Its appearance is different every time, but it will usually glow

Note p3.5 -> This is "the past" through my memory. As such, I can't tell you how it will flow, but there should be a pattern to it. You'll just have to figure it out on your own. But interact with the world as much as you want. Don't worry, it won't change anything in reality. It will all stop on its own whenever you get to the point where I die, if it brings you that far.

He turns to Roland, who stands quietly in the vault's opening, still supporting the door with a tireless arm. His long white cloak hides away most of his knightly armor, a red cross painted over the polished metal chest plate. His silver eyes gaze curiously at the Bookkeeper and the machine, though he is still quite grumpy on the inside.

"Explain," he demands at last.

Boris raises a fist to his mouth and "clears his throat", as the mortals say. "I had expressed some interest in learning more about what happened during the Dragonspyre Titan War, and Ivan graciously loaned me his Knowledge Crystal-" He stops his spiel abruptly as Roland scowls with skepticism. "Hey, I'm not a thief!" Boris defends.

"Simeon is aware of this, oui?" Roland checks.

"Well, uh, that I don't know," Boris admits with a shrug. "It all happened kind of fast. But Ivan's okay with it, so…"

"Morceau de papier volant ignorant…" the knight growls beneath his breath. Boris keeps back an eye roll of his own. Of course he's embellishing the story a fair bit - basically all of it - but only to try and dissuade the brute from following after him out of his knightly obligation. This is not that important and he can do this on his own. What harm can he be to the greater Spiral inside of a memory anyway?

"It's just archival work, Roland, it's nothing fancy," Boris says, waving a hand back at him dismissively. "I just need someone to stand guard while I poke around."

Roland, as he (sadly) expected him to, shakes his head. He steps into the room properly, releasing the vault door and allowing it to swing shut behind him. His cape very nearly manages to miss getting caught between the door and its bolted frame.

"You will not leave my sight, daemon," he declares.

"For the love of Creation, I'm not a child!" Boris exasperates. "I've done this stuff before without-"

"This is the deal we struck. Vous vous conformerez."

Worry creeps its way across Boris' face as he can only bring himself to straighten his posture. He does have a point, unfortunately. So now it's time for him to be blunt. With a sigh, he opens his mouth once more, speaking firm and clear so that there is no room for the knight to misunderstand him, "Ivan thought that it's important for… at least one of us to know what kind of people they used to be back then. If you think you'll be able to handle that-"

"Bien sûr," Roland states with confidence as he glides forward. As he passes Boris, he wills the papers back into their stack, hiding Ivan's notes from his gaze. He can't help but worry as he follows the knight through the ominous portal. Hopefully he's overthinking the outcomes. He just has to have faith in Roland. Yeah… This won't destroy any relationships... hopefully.

>>> [ Memory 1 ] <<<

An armored dragon crashes out of the ashen sky, leaving a crater in its wake and ejecting its passenger. Although armored, the boy bounces and rolls down the destroyed street, crying out in pain as he tumbles uncontrollably. A staff flies from his hand - a bright red shaft capped with a golden dragon curling itself around a perfectly spherical ruby - along with his sword. He lands with his back to Roland's feet, huffing and puffing in an attempt to gather what little of his senses remain.

Boris takes the liberty to slap a talisman to the knight's shoulder. The runes painted on its surface glow with brilliant blue light as it makes contact with his metal. Before Roland can give him a wary glare, Boris states, "It's just for translation."

The boy's hand wraps around his sword and swings it wildly through the air behind him with an angry cry. Roland catches it with ease, the blade's spectral blue metal clanging against his gauntlet. Startled, he looks up. It's Ivan, not too much younger than his ghost. His face is horribly scraped, with little pieces of stone and dirt lodged between bright red streaks that tear his face open.

He's tired, broken, and shell shocked. Tears start to glitter in his eyes as they dull, fearing the worst. That his life is over.

But that time has not come just yet.

Boris flashes him a warm smile, bending forward to get a clearer view of the wizard's face. "Hi there! Don't worry; we're here to help you. Right, Roland?" He raps the back of his hand against Roland's gleaming chest plate. In answer, Roland releases the sword and lowers his arm, his head raising up at the sound of another, more immediate threat. The marching of heavy boots and the rustle of wings echo across the ruined landscape of what once was a lively city street. Roars of bloodthirst and war rise with warning. Roland goes for his greatsword in an instant, the long blade flashing beneath the darkened sky.

Ivan, however, turns to the limping dragon. Its massive body blocks the road beyond it, shielding the wizard from its view. And beyond it is a wall of hazy color, an incomplete picture that Ivan never got to see, or perhaps blocked from his mind. Its wings spread and mill uselessly at its sides, revealing holes in its leathery skin. Broken arrow shafts still lodge themselves in its underbelly. "Blitz!" he cries out, scrambling to his own injured feet. He doesn't get two steps before his legs give out, making him stumble down to a knee.

The downed dragon turns its armored head to Ivan. Its voice is deep and smooth, with only a hint of pain in its throat, as it speaks, "Ivan, run."

"But-!" the wizard tries to argue, his grip tightening on his sword, only for Blitz to beat its tail against the ground and roar at the sky. "A rider's promise is his word. I will buy you time. Go, Ivan! Live!"

The result of a conversation driven to breathlessness finally arriving at its climax. And with the dragon's words, Ivan's sword flares with brilliant white light. The wizard doesn't react to the sudden change, still enraptured by his dragon. Roland raises an arm to shield his eyes. Boris is the only one that takes action, understanding exactly what's going on. The memory must be ending, and the gate has opened.

>>> [ Memory 2 ] <<<

His finger draws away from the blade as he looks up. No longer do he and Roland stand on the battlefield surrounded by ruins. Here, the houses are whole, and, while the sky remains ominous, there's the sounds of life all around them. Soldiers walk up and down the street. Dragons with their young dance overhead. Some hold aloft other wizards clutching little red and gold sticks - staves similar to Ivan's. No one pays the two obviously out-of-place strangers any mind, as if they had been standing there all along.

Roland lowers his arm and blinks in surprise, taken aback by their sudden change in surroundings. "What did you do, daemon?"

"Brought us to the next memory, I suppose," he answers.

Ivan himself is standing not far away, a brown satchel hanging down from his shoulder to rest by his hip, a white roll of bandages in his hand as he gingerly tends to an injured dragon. His sword, which is inside of a leather scabbard now, is left resting against the side of a metal fence. He must have taken it off so that he could treat the injured beast.

From the busy and faceless crowd then emerges a red specter that glides across the way, emitting an air of importance. It walks right up onto the sidewalk and stalls at the fence's edge, not daring to enter. The dragon's weary eyes open to peer at the newcomer, though it hardly moves much for Ivan's sake.

"Ivan Soulsinger?" a familiar voice asks. It's with a thick and sharp German accent that has all but gone by present day, but there's no doubt in Boris' mind that Simeon has made his first appearance.

Ivan's head tilts but doesn't turn as he remains focused on his duty. "That's me. Did another drake-?"

"Don't worry, it's not important," Simeon reassures him. "I'm here to inquire about your dragon, Blitz."

Ivan's face contorts, even as the rest of his body fights to remain calm. He continues to wrap the bandage around the wing, but his fingers are starting to shake. "He's still injured from patrol," he lies.

"After five days?" Simeon hums.

"It's pretty deep. He'll need at least another week-"

"What if I told you he was dead."

Ivan comes to an abrupt halt. His fingers curl around the ball of bandages, trying to crush it with his might. At last, he turns around, and the red specter takes shape. It is, indeed, Simeon, though it's hard to tell. His outfit is sharply different from what Boris is used to seeing. A red cap hides his eyes from view with its long bill, with half of a golden star embroidered on its front. He wears a red suit and matching pants, a cape fluttering behind him, its metal clasp hanging above his heart. Dark silver shoulder guards glint at them, a curled dragon painted on in black ink. His boots are slim but firm and appear slightly cushioned, too. His arms are wrapped around his back, and an empty smile is spread across his face.

"You-!" Ivan breathes through gritted teeth. He looks just about ready to cut down this man where he stands.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to write you up, either," Simeon promises, holding up one of his hands in a calming gesture. "I'm just here to figure out what happened."

Ivan lets out a huff. "How did you find this out?"

"I work reconnaissance," Simeon replies. Boris can't help but release a skeptical huff of his own. Simeon just lied right to Ivan's face, so easily and without skipping a single beat. Reconnaissance? That's only half of his job description. He looks to Ivan, fully expecting him to call out his bluff, but looses that hope just as fast as it had built up. This is but a memory. Ivan doesn't know anything about Simeon yet.

Ivan's shoulders slump, his eyes straying to the ground. "We were ambushed while out on patrol. Blitz… didn't make it. As you saw."

"And you didn't help him," Simeon asserts.

The wizard inhales sharply, a cord having been struck within him. "I… I did. I tried. But…" He shakes his head hopelessly. It would have been him against an entire army. If he had stayed, he would have most certainly died. But it's not like Simeon knows that.

"So you fled from the enemy and left your dragon to die," the Pyromancer sharply accuses.

Ivan steps forward, pushing his enraged expression right up to the bill of Simeon's hat. He dips his head low so that Ivan can't get a good look at his face.

"You would have run, too, if you were me," Ivan replies.

Simeon frowns, though it's just as emotionless as his smile. He's thinking, but Boris can't tell what it could be about. Ivan eventually steps away, returning to the bandaging he had abandoned. Simeon lingers for a moment longer before turning to go.

"Thank you," he says, his voice rather flat. The tat of his shoes fades away into the busy air. Once he senses that the stranger is gone, Ivan releases a heavy sigh. He rests his head against the side of the dragon, who doesn't seem to mind much. As he leans, the bandage he holds begins to glow. The path forward is now open to them.

Boris doesn't hesitate. He pushes himself over the fence, leaving Roland behind on the sidewalk, still enraptured by the moment. His sudden movement breaks the knight's concentration, however, but he's too late to hold the Bookkeeper back. He's already upon the second gate, hand outstretched…

>>> [ Memory 3 ] <<<

"Ah-!" Ivan yells in alarm. His hand rears back, abandoning the bundle of bandages he was reaching for. Boris lifts his hand as well, yanking his head away. He wasn't expecting to be that close to his face! "You again!" he breathes at last, anger boiling just beneath his words. He shifts on his knees, preparing to stand.

A young drakeling bounces at Ivan's side and hisses up at the floating boy, sputters of flames curling from its nostrils. Boris lifts himself away from the tiny creature in an instant, raising his legs as high as they can go to avoid catching fire. The curse of having a physical body… But Ivan moves fast as well, curling his arms gently around the agitated beast's neck to hold it at bay. "Calm down. It's okay…" he reassures it, though he eyes Boris with great suspicion.

"You remember me?" Boris asks, intrigued by this sudden development.

"Of course I do!" he snaps back. "Where did you go? You said you were there to help!"

"Oh, uh… yeah, about that…" Boris replies with a weak chuckle. How much should he say to the memory? It seems like they're moving forward in time, so it makes sense that some past knowledge will be retained. Ivan didn't warn him about stuff like this happening, though this could all just be his Crystal's unique quirk. But if that's the case, he doesn't want to wind up in a situation where the story strays so far from what it's supposed to be that he'll have to restart from the very beginning.

Though as luck would have it, Ivan's gaze becomes distracted, flickering beneath the floating being before him, farther down the path. Boris can hear it, too, soft yet firm. Marching footsteps. Ivan blows a breath through his teeth, his face turning livid. He releases the drake from his grasp and finally rises.

Simeon is waltzing down the slope - this time, they're situated along a spiraling pit bustling with hyperactive drakelings and their elders - arms behind his back just like last time. His march falters as he lays his eyes on Ivan's new friends, clearly not expecting the extra company. Boris can feel a cold, judgmental air pass over him. But he doesn't need to finish his trek, as Ivan storms right up to him, his trembling hands latching onto his collar. Simeon doesn't seem fazed as the boy shakes him around with all his might.

"You wrote me up!" Ivan spits, trying to keep himself from yelling too loud.

"No, I did not," Simeon corrects him calmly.

"How else did I get reassigned so quickly?"

"Did you really think you could hide a dead dragon for very long? Someone was bound to find out-"

"You found out!" Ivan states, shoving him away.

Once he regains his footing, Simeon simply raises a fist to his mouth to clear his throat. His other hand slides into a pocket and withdraws a small green Knowledge Crystal - the very same one Ivan is letting them use - and presents it to the boy before him, jumping right to the business he is here to conduct, "I am Officer Simeon Firemane from the Dragonspyre Intelligence Agency. I would like you to become my informant."

Ivan is quiet, though he emits an aura of stunned surprise.

"I stand by my promises, Ivan," he continues, lifting his chin a little higher. "I did not report you. That is not within my purview. But I promise that if you work with me, I will help you however I can. Starting with this." He waves the Knowledge Crystal higher. Ivan's head tilts forward, obviously staring at the thing with restrained interest.

Suddenly, Roland surges forward, a mass of muscle and might barreling towards the two echoes. Simeon snaps his arm back, narrowly avoiding Roland's blade as he swings it between the two, severing their conversation. Ivan as well takes a step away from the knight, startled.

"Roland-!" Boris can't help but call out in alarm.

"You are not Firemane," the knight growls down at the spy. His grip tightens on his hilt. A subtle warning that he isn't to be trifled with.

Simeon frowns ever so slightly beneath the knight's stern gaze, as if this were but a minor inconvenience to him. He gives the Knowledge Crystal a toss, flipping it over the greatsword that divides him and Ivan, whom hastily catches it on the other side with clamoring hands. He doesn't relax until the Crystal is securely in his grasp.

"Think about it," Simeon says to Ivan as he takes his leave once more.

"What do you think you're doing?" Boris exclaims, finally darting forward himself. "We're supposed to be observing, not getting in the way!"

But Roland shakes his head, his face firm. "That is not Firemane's aura."

"Of course it won't be! Alignments can change! Just look at Ivan and-"

Ivan is staring back at him, the Crystal being held gingerly in his hand. His expression is blank, but he is aware. Very aware. A pang of panic shoots through Boris. Did they say too much?

"Who… are you two?" the echo asks.

Boris whips his head around, trying to find the next gateway to no avail. They - and by "they", he really means "Roland" - must have cut what was supposed to be a much longer conversation incredibly short. Now they're stuck needing to explain to the memory of a dead man that he's… well…

Ivan slowly bows his head, his eyes straying to the Crystal he now holds. Simeon wasn't shy about who gave the thing to Ivan in the first place, though he had framed it like a peace offering or a gift. Here, it's more like a token. A promise. A desire. His fingers curl around its smooth edges, and he releases a long, shaky breath. It sounds like he's figured it out all on his own.

"I don't really have much of a choice, do I?" he asks.

"Um… not really," Boris admits with a shrug.

"And you're already familiar with that officer?"

Boris lets out a long sigh. "Yes."

Ivan's gaze remains fixed up the path. Simeon stands nearby the memory's wall of haze, his face clearly turned towards them. He's not trying to hide the fact that he's stopped to observe the group for himself. If Ivan's echo can retain memories, then surely Simeon's can as well. Which means they'll just have to be extra careful.

"I hear the DIA is quite ruthless with hiring and promotion," Ivan comments, fiddling idly with his new trinket. "He must be above exceptional to be an officer already. And to have spare Knowledge Crystals to hand out…" He can't help but return to the gem again as his thoughts trail off.

"Are those things rare?" Boris inquires.

"They are now. Dragonriders used to get them, but with this war, all the blank ones have gone to the more… 'important' people." He can't seem to help but roll his eyes. "I guess the preservation of dragon riding isn't 'important' anymore."

"Scum," Roland comments quietly.

"But you're not here for that, are you?" Ivan guesses, returning to the two visitors as he pockets the Crystal, removing it from his sight. "To learn about dragon riding, I mean."

"No, we're not," Boris replies a bit more comfortably. "We're actually trying to stalk Simeon-" Roland shoots him a glare, driving daggers through Boris' thin skin. "-but since he wears his Crystal 'round his neck all the time and won't tell us anything, you're letting us use yours as a substitute!"

A weary and mildly hurt smile tugs at Ivan's lips. "I see…"

"You wanted us to do this," Boris tries to reassure the echo. He reaches back into his body and retrieves the handwritten note and instructions, holding them out for Ivan to see. "Even wrote a whole essay and everything!"

"Is this wise, daemon?" Roland asks as Ivan stares at the papers with interest. "Letting the dead read his own handwriting?" Ivan stands a little more rigid at the sound of his comment as he shuffles to the next paper.

"You don't just call it out like that," Boris mutters back, pinching the bridge of his nose. "He's already figured it out anyway. Why not?" Roland still releases a disapproving huff, turning back to observing their surroundings.

It takes Ivan a while to read it all, but when he finally reaches the last page, he laughs. "Damn, you weren't kidding! I never write like this in class!" His smile falters as he reaches the bottom of the page, however. That, Boris will admit, was perhaps an oversight on his part.

"Anyway, we're stuck here waiting for the next gate to open," he says, quickly ripping the papers from Ivan's hands with a casual flick of the wrist. "Don't know when that'll be or where."

Ivan nods, though his attention diverts itself away from Boris and back towards the drakeling he had been trying to care for earlier. It plays with the bandage ball with happy snorts, using its sharp nails to roll it between its paws. He steps back over and retrieves the ball from the ground. "That's not a toy," he chuckles softly, lowering himself down to his hands and knees. The drakeling lets out a disappointed whine that's only soothed by the Dragonrider's soft touch along its snout. "Sorry about that. Where does it hurt?" The drakeling turns over one of its front paws, revealing a small cut that bleeds a dark gold substance.

As Ivan sets about fulfilling his original duty, Boris takes a glance over his shoulder. He just barely manages to catch a glimpse of Simeon's boot disappearing into the fog. He stuck around for quite a while…

But there's still no gateway, which is what's troubling him. And with this being only the third scene, he doesn't have enough information to try and predict what it is they should be looking for. First his sword, then the bandages… His eyes dart to Ivan's Crystal-shaped lump in his pants. It can't be that, can it? If it is, his armor is doing a good job at blocking the light. And if he's right, he can't help but wonder where they will wind up next.

"Ivan," he speaks up, floating down to the Dragonrider's side. He points to his pocket and asks, "Can I see your new Crystal real quick?"

He blinks back, confused for a moment. But then it dawns on him why he is being asked such a random question. "Sure." He shifts his leg to reveal the small cut in the fabric of his outfit. Sure enough, barely managing to leak out into the ashen air are the lightless rays of white he's been waiting to see.

"Perfect!" he beams back. "See you in the next scene!"

"Uh… yeah," Ivan breathes back as Boris reaches out for the Crystal.

>>> [ Memory 4 ] <<<

"Thirty-two dragons."

A paper rustles. "It says there's six still out on patrol."

"That report is getting updated tomorrow. Two were sent out yesterday and they haven't come back. Another went missing two days before-"

Ivan pauses as his eyes go wide with surprise. Boris keeps down a gasp as he flies backwards, pressing his hands against Roland's armor. Simeon's head snaps back not even a second later, his cold gaze scanning the empty space behind him.

The four have been crammed into a small room constructed out of blueish-purple brick. It's only slightly larger than one of the dorms at Ravenwood. Bed, closet, desk, and pots of dirt, all decorated with the Dragonspyre crest. Besides the obviously pre-provided basic necessities, an air of Death magic hangs in the air. A black banner adorned with a white skull hangs over the bed. A hanger has been nailed into the brick, where Ivan's satchel rests at the ready. Beside it is an empty staff mount with a bright red backing. His Knowledge Crystal has been set out on his desk, next to his writing tools and a small stack of books.

Roland's massive form shifts behind Boris as he crouches down, the ceiling not quite high enough for him to stand completely straight.

Simeon finally turns back to Ivan. "Is everything alright?"

"Ah… yes," Ivan stammers back, trying to downplay his shock. "Sorry, I just… remembered something that I forgot to do."

The Pyromancer lets out a hard hum. It's doubtful that he believes such a weak excuse. Boris certainly doesn't, even though he knows the reason why the Dragonrider freaked out.

"The Dragonriders have been instrumental in keeping track of the enemy's movements," Simeon says at last in a flat, matter-of-fact tone. "Of course, there's always certain risks that come with such a task, as you no doubt know." Ivan slowly nods back, his eyes dulling as Blitz springs to his mind. "Don't worry too much. The Hatchery is well secured, and casualties are few and far between overall."

Ivan shifts his weight around uncomfortably. "Right…" he mutters back.

Simeon's swagger isn't even fazed by the dour student standing before him. In fact, he's already turning towards the door, his business concluded. "If you have something else to get done, I will take my leave. Honor and glory, Ivan."

"Honor and glory," Ivan halfheartedly echoes.

The spy strides across the room, luckily skirting around Roland's brutish figure on his way. It's not like he can see the two at the moment, though Boris can't help but heave a sigh of relief once the door snaps shut and the three are left alone in the small room. He lifts his fingers away from the knight at last. Ivan has to blink a few times to comprehend the sight before him.

Finally, he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Couldn't you two have picked a better time to appear?"

Boris smiles and shrugs back. "Sorry! We can't really control that."

Ivan just shakes his head and sits down on the bed next to him. His shoulders slump, seeming exhausted.

"Well, thanks," he says. "It's been… hard talking with him."

Boris just hovers in the air quietly, his lips pursed as he swirls with sympathy. Poor Ivan. It's hard to not make comparisons between the echo and the ghost. He's never seen the Dragonrider look so down before since he first met him. Of course, it could largely be because he's dead now; the normal trials and tribulations no longer apply to him in quite the same way. But in here, they plague the boy as heavily they once did.

In the silence, Roland sees it fit to kneel. His eyes shut so that he can think, his jaw stiffly clenched. A low, rumbling hum emits from deep within his throat as he thinks. Boris can't help but feel bad for him, too. As much as he hates to admit it, the druid is getting up there in age; he's probably struggling to find his footing with how fast the Knowledge Crystal has been moving. It's a young mind eager to show them everything. Boris would love to slow things down for him, too - he barged right in without letting Boris prepare him in advance, and already that's caused a small problem - but he doesn't know how he'd be able to do that.

"Is he okay?" Ivan asks, nodding towards Roland.

"Oh, yeah, of course he is!" Boris replies with a smile, patting the knight's shoulder. "He's just getting a little old for this sort of stuff."

"Silence, daemon," Roland demands beneath his breath.

"Look, you could have stayed behind," Boris points out, poking at one of the wings on his helmet. "But you didn't."

His eyes crack open, shining silver staring off into the distance of his own mind. They eventually shift over to Boris, slow and smooth, and he demands, "His papers."

Boris flicks his eyes as he produces Ivan's written instructions. Only his instructions. The knight yanks them from his hand and begins to read them over as Boris drifts to Ivan's side.

"Hey," he whispers into the echo's ear, his voice becoming the soft rustle of papers blowing in the breeze, "I'm going to need you to play along with me. He's going to ask where the note is, and we're going to pretend like it doesn't exist. Okay?"

"Why?" Ivan breathes back.

Roland is already weighing the two sheets of paper in his hands, scanning them both at the same time. He's starting to scowl, something amiss deep within his gut. Boris probably shouldn't be saying this at all, but Ivan's already seen the papers. And once the two of them leave, all that Ivan knows in this instance will be forgotten.

"Because him and Simeon are married," he replies. Ivan sucks in a sharp breath, shifting on his bed. Boris rests a hand on his shoulder to steady him.

Roland looks up, his glare sharp and accusing. "There are three."

"No there isn't," Boris retorts, forcing a frown across his face. "It's just those two."

"Don't play games, daemon," he growls back. "I saw you with-"

Boris shakes his head. "All he gave me were those two sheets."

A chip carves itself into his face, confusion slowly tinting his annoyance. He takes another glance at the papers in his hands. "There are references written here-"

"Yeah, I saw that," Boris sighs, trying to sound annoyed by the "small, unexplained detail" scrawled beneath each checklist. "I guess there was supposed to be a third one that he just forgot to hand over." He gives an exaggerated look towards Ivan to get his attention. He lifts his eyebrows at the Dragonrider expectantly, his eyes darting back towards Roland. Now is as good of a time as any for him to speak up.

"Yeah…" Ivan speaks slowly, turning towards the knight, "I, um, I only read the two, too. Sometimes I leave that kind of stuff in for personal reference and I forget to erase it. It's not really meant to mean anything to other people…"

"Ah, so that's why," Boris hums.

Roland releases a heavy sigh and, shifting the papers into one hand, rubs his aching forehead. Boris gives Ivan a soft pat on the back, even as he wears a troubled frown. It's for the best.

He floats back over to the knight and gently reclaims Ivan's instructions. He lets them go without hassle. Boris opens his cavity once more, careful not to show it to Roland or rustle the note still inside or else immediately expose his lie. He can't help but feel bad. He likes to mess with Roland's ailing memory so long as it's about something benign and silly. But this time he's treading on thin ice with his perception of Simeon. He still can't tell for sure how Roland will emerge from this experience yet. The last thing he feels the knight needs to read is big, bold, block letters screaming at him,

DON'T TRUST SIMEON

He might take that advice back into the real world with him. That would almost certainly bring about an early end to his newest partner, a man he already had to break down his own ancient barriers for to trust enough to fall in love with.

A growing glow of light catches Boris' eye. On Ivan's desk, one of his books begins to take on the gateway's bright halo. Boris almost jumps at the mere sight of the gateway, but he flinches just as hard, holding back. Dread settles on his papery form. For the love of Creation…

Roland looks up once more, alerted to the change in his environment. He follows Boris' outstretched arm towards the glowing book. "That means… it is time to move on?" he asks, recalling the instructions he just read.

"Yes," Boris confirms with an airy breath. Roland shifts on the ground with a grunt of effort, climbing back up onto his feet slowly and carefully. He has to hunch forward at the waist to keep his head from ramming into the ceiling. Seeing that Boris isn't moving, he lumbers up to the desk, an armored arm extending from beneath his cape.

"Bye!" Boris manages to chirp, giving Ivan his best cheerful wave. The Dragonrider blinks back at him, though he does manage to raise his hand in a parting gesture just before the book drags the two forward into time.

Please, please, please, don't let this next memory happen in the library…

>>> [ Memory 5 ] <<<

Roland lifts his hand and his head as the colors of the world clear up once again. Boris keeps back his first visceral reaction - panic. It's the Academy library. For the love of Creation, why did Ivan's memory have to bring them here?!

The book itself rests on the central desk, waiting on top of a pile of others to be returned to their rightful places on the shelves. There's not many people here milling about, and those that are present are dressed head to toe in armor. To be fair, there is a war going on presently; who has the time to pick up a good book anymore? Ivan is nowhere to be seen, though he must be around here somewhere.

He turns his gaze to the second level, searching… Ah! The faintest rustle of a book just barely reaches his ear.

He taps Roland's shoulder, causing the knight's head to turn ever so slightly.

"I'm going to look for Ivan up top, if you can look around down here," he proposes.

Roland heaves a reluctant sigh. "Do not cause trouble."

"I won't, I promise," Boris semi-lies. He should really be the one telling that to Roland. He doesn't know if this will count as causing trouble, but he still must go. He best deliver a warning now, just in case…

He rushes off before his smile can falter and dives into the outer-ring of bookshelves. Almost instantly, he feels a second presence latch onto him, staring at him with a heavy air of confusion and panic.

The papers rustle. You…?! How is there…? Why is Roland…?

Don't worry, he tries to reassure his past self, we're inside a Knowledge Crystal.

An air of understanding passes through the space between them as the Bookkeeper settles down. Interesting…

I don't have much time, Boris starts. I need you to stay away from Simeon Firemane. You know who I'm talking about, right? That officer from the DIA?

Ohhh, him! Why?

If you're not careful, he's going to find out about… us- you- yeah, you. And for my sake, I don't want that to happen. Memories are retained from moment to moment here, so-

Oh… his other self hums quietly, stiff with disappointment. He takes a moment to breathe, the books nearby gently fluttering. I'm sorry, that… that already happened yesterday. You're too late on that.

'Yesterday?' Boris breathes back, the tomes near his consciousness tremoring. What? There shouldn't be a yesterday, should there? But then he remembers some of the comments and reactions Ivan has made. How he kept reacting like many, many days have passed by between each scene. Does that mean that the time when him and Roland travel between memories still simulates itself? And that the characters within the Crystal still live through history, but can also act in accordance with the knowledge that the two Crystal travelers impart onto them?

He had been getting close. It was only a matter of time, the Bookkeeper confirms. It was like… he knew what he was looking for already.

Did you two talk?

No. But he knows. I'm sure of it. I'm sorry.

No, it's okay… Boris mutters. But just… just don't talk to him, whatever you do.

…Okay…

With that, Boris breaks free from the shelf, leaving his past self to zoom off. Peering over the railing of the second floor, he doesn't see Roland anywhere. Has he found Ivan yet? He hopes he has. He also hopes that he isn't causing any more trouble…

Boris doesn't have much of a hard time locating him once he floats back down to the first floor. The bookcases are quite low, letting Roland's towering head stand well above them. If he were to stretch his arms up above, he'd come close to touching the underside of the second floor. His head is already bent, his gaze engaged by whoever stands before him. Boris holds back a relieved sigh as he approaches, not wanting to jinx himself just yet.

"...be surprised if he's done... things," he hears Ivan comment, his voice muffled by the environment. The Necromancer lets out an airy breath full of frustration. "He... really likes that little piece of paper."

Boris comes to a gliding halt on the ground, his footsteps soft. He runs a hand along the side panels of the bookshelves. The brute's large back faces him as he peeks around the corner.

Roland's cloaked figure heaves, releasing a conflicted hum. "He has reasons for his methods."

"Of course you'd say that," Ivan grumbles.

Roland's head tilts to the side, unsure what to make of his comment.

"Ah, you found him!" Boris says at last, making his presence known. Roland turns his body, revealing the short wizard standing before him. Ivan's eyes are weighed down with black bags. He doesn't even try to put on a friendly smile as he regards Boris. "For the love of Creation, Ivan! You look-"

"Yeah," he yawns. "I've been studying."

"In the middle of a..." Boris' thought trails off as Ivan shoots him a glare. Right. What a stupid question for him to ask. Classes will keep going right up until the Academy is destroyed.

Roland shifts, making his cape sway behind him. His silver eyes are locked onto Boris so intensely that they appear to begin vibrating. Boris kicks himself up into the air to lend the knight's stewing thoughts a private ear.

"Firemane's alignment has darkened again," Roland confides. "It is..." He doesn't finish, but Boris can interpret. It's making him worried. Boris can't help but frown back, trying to imagine in his mind what it is Roland can see.

"Well, time still seems to simulate itself-" Boris starts to explain, only for Roland to shake his head.

"No," he states. His eyes shift to the side, gesturing to Ivan behind them, who stares up at two whispering Crystal travelers with a rather annoyed expression. "He... made it."

Seeing as Ivan has quite a clear view of Boris' face, he does his best to keep down his bewilderment. Ivan did what? What in the Spiral happened down here while he was off on his short detour?

He's about to ask Roland to clarify his extremely vague statement for him when a small ray of light peeks out from beneath Ivan's sleeve.

Oh no, it looks like the gateway is opening again. He'll just have to pester Roland for more details in the next scene!

"Oh, well, looks like it's time to go!" he announces suddenly, gesturing to the Dragonrider. Ivan scowls and looks down at himself, trying to find what it is that Boris is waving at. It takes him a moment, but he eventually rolls up his sleeve to reveal a simple leather and iron bracelet clinging tightly to his wrist.

"This?" he asks, holding it up to Boris. The Bookkeeper nods back with a smile he feels is probably a bit too wide. "My... Academy bracelet?"

"Yep, that's it!" he says, darting forward, one hand already outstretched. Only this time, Ivan yanks the gateway away from him.

"Hang on a second!" Ivan demands. "Don't you realize what's going to happen?"

"What? Do you want me to apologize in advance for appearing in your face again?" Boris sighs.

"Well, uh... I don't know. But I'll probably be at school! You can't just show up on campus grounds like that!"

"Why not? We just invaded your dorm-"

"Simeon, you flying bucket of dragon dung!" Ivan hisses back. "Simeon's going to be there!"

"I mean, he's already been present-"

Ivan makes a small, strangled noise as he blasts Boris with a burst of air. With it, though it's hard to say for sure, the entire library - the memory - feels to tremble ever so slightly in response. It makes his papers rustle anxiously as his magic tries to figure out what exactly he just felt.

"Ivan, please, we have to move on now," Boris tells him gently. "Whatever it is you're worried about, we'll just have to deal with it whenever it happens."

Ivan remains steadfast in his decision for just a few seconds longer before finally relenting, holding his bracelet up for Boris to touch. But his tired gaze fixes itself elsewhere, not wanting to watch the floating stranger flash out of existence.

>>> [ Memory 6 ] <<<

"Eighteen dragons."

That's about as far as the conversation gets before the world snaps back into focus. Two sets of eyes turn to the newcomers. Boris lifts his finger from Ivan's wrist. The Dragonrider hardly reacts at all this time. His tired silver eyes simply stare on.

The group is tucked away between two buildings etched into a stony wall. Other children around Ivan's age chatter amongst themselves as they mill about the nearby courtyard in their colorful robes and gleaming armor. Despite the light murmuring, there's an unspoken tension lingering in the air.

Simeon quietly folds the piece of paper he holds in his hand and stashes it away. Whatever plans he had in mind have been foiled once more.

"Perhaps it's time you introduced me to your new friends, Ivan."

Ivan takes a deep, hesitant breath. He doesn't know what to say, where to begin, or if he should even speak at all. So Boris jumps in for him with a wide grin. "Don't mind us! We're just here to observe."

Simeon purses his lips. His head remains still, making it hard to tell if his gaze shifts around at all, if he can even see in the first place.

"Observe by raising a sword," he hums.

"That was just a mistake-"

"Hmph." His mouth twitches, keeping down a smile. "No one simply 'observes' for the pleasure of it."

"Yeah, well, we do," Boris lies.

Ivan shifts his foot forward, annoyance radiating from his figure. "I thought we were going to talk about the dragons, Simeon. The war?"

"Until we were rudely interrupted," the spy responds.

Silence descends on the group. Boris shifts in the air, waiting for the conversation to start.

Roland taps his shoulder at last. "Let us leave them."

"But-" Boris starts to argue back. He wants to listen in to what they have to say! Every time they try and have a normal conversation, the two strangers have always ruined it. He just wants to hear one…

But the knight simply clamps down on his arm and drags the Bookkeeper away, leaving the two students in peace. Boris lets out a frustrated huff, scowling all the way.

Roland brings the two of them to the foot of a tall golden statue, a magnificent brass sculpture of Merle Ambrose, where he finally lets Boris go. The students pay them no mind at all, their faces all blurred and their chatter but whispers on the wind. Looking back, Ivan and Simeon are engaged in conversation once more, though Ivan looks to be quite annoyed with the cold and uncaring stone wall before him.

Boris lets out a sad sigh as he stares back at them. Roland does, too, his eyes narrow and intense. His body is tense, alert and aware. Waiting for something to happen…

Suddenly, a ripple of unease shakes his silver armor. "Again…" he mutters beneath his breath. Boris tilts his head curiously. As far as he's aware, nothing has changed.

The man swallows hard, his lips pressed together tightly. He turns to Boris, his eyes lost for words, searching for a way to explain what he saw.

"Tell me," Roland hums, "how does one change their alignment through speech alone?"

Boris shifts, folding his arms as he racks his inner-library for an answer. All he knows about the shifting of "good" and "evil" come from Roland himself, so... not much. As far as he understand it, the aura the knight sees is the culmination of a person's karma - all their deeds weighed against one another. Of course, there's variations within the color too, that he's briefly described but don't make a whole lot of sense. Either way, he can learn quite a lot about a mortal from one simple glance.

"Wishing harm?" Boris guesses.

Roland shakes his head, his stare becoming sharp. "Non. Thought and speech are hollow unless acted upon. It is not something that happens."

"Not like I was going to know that..." Boris grumbles back. It wasn't even a trick question!

"So then explain why Firemane continues to grow darker whilst doing nothing," the knight challenges rather gruffly.

Boris is just annoyed now. Being asked questions he has no answers for isn't fun for him. "I don't know, Roland."

He's inclined to believe that there's something else going on here. Something that they're not privy to. Or that it's just a quirk of the Crystal. Perhaps all of Simeon's unknown deeds are being compiled in real time as Ivan learns of them. But he doesn't want to speak on what he can't see.

"What do you think about all this?" Boris asks instead, gesturing to the memory.

Roland releases a thoughtful hum, his silver eyes scanning the shadowed sky. "It is... mélancolique. To measure progress by dragons..."

Or the lack of progress. It's eighteen now. It was thirty-two not that long ago. Well, the passage of time between memories is hard to read accurately, but... it's been quite the sharp drop.

"Ivan is a strong spirit," Roland comments. Boris can't help but nod in agreement. It's hard to see Ivan's smiling, happy-go-lucky face floating in the air of the modern day in the midst of these painful memories. He suffered through much in his short, bittersweet life. And yet he's still somehow able to find joy long after all this heartache. It could be that he's been dead for so long that he's been able to reconcile everything that has come to pass...

Fire cuts through Boris' thoughts, as well as his gaze. Bright, swirling flames suddenly appear from nowhere, a red arrow engulfing the two beings standing peacefully off to the side. Wind claws at Boris' body, threatening to rip the papers from his thin form. Instinctively, he twists away from the gust and tucks his arms and legs in, contorting into a small floating ball. Beside him, Roland raises an arm to protect his exposed face, shielding his eyes from the blinding light-

>>> [ Memory 7 ] <<<

-and when next they know, they stand at the top of the spiral pit, positioned at the edge of the sidewalk at the very top. A new memory. But… how?

The wind still roars, but now they stand in its weak tail. A bright fiery arrow explodes over the pit in what would be an awe-inspiring display if not for the given situation.

Taking a quick glance at their surroundings, Boris can see Ivan's small figure far below as he mingles with the drakelings. And Simeon stands on the pit's edge as far as he can safely go, one foot flat and the other resting on the toe of his boot as he slides his rapier back into its sheath. Flames swirl and sputter as the hilt clicks into place, one last display for the gathered crowd. When he raises his hands, he quite proudly flaunts a strip of yellow paper aglow with bright blue light trapped between two fingers.

Boris can't help but grow cold as he darts over to Roland. The knight, too, is surprise, one arm raised to his empty shoulder with wide eyes. There's a thin scratch against his armor that's already in the process of fading away.

"Today," Simeon speaks casually, "I'm supposed to walk down there and ask him the same question I always do… But I don't think I'll do that this time." His head turns slightly, revealing the corner of his mouth that has curled into a cold grin. "You two have been quite the exciting mystery to unravel instead."

Immediately, the two Crystal travelers stiffen. Roland's hand tightens around the hilt of his sword. Boris can only rest a tentative hand on his shoulder to try and ease his sense of impending danger.

Simeon half-turns, raising Boris' talisman with twisted pride. "I must thank you first, Bookkeeper. You have been quite… cooperative with my endeavors." His head tilts ever so slightly as his gaze strays to Roland. "Did you know, sir knight," he hums with glee, "that your little companion here was-"

In an instant, the runes of the talisman darken beneath Boris' sharp glare. The spy stops the moment he feels the hum of magic die. He takes one glance down at the paper still between his fingers before rearing back and letting out a rather amused laugh.

"Bold of you to assume that would silence me!" he mocks. His accent gets in the way of his English, but it's good enough for even Roland to understand.

Still, the damage has been done. Roland's ire lands on Boris, his silver eyes narrow. "Daemon?" he asks with heavy warning.

Boris takes the opportunity to part himself from the knight at last, his hands flying out in front of him in preparation for the worst.

"He," Simeon begins again, waving the paper at Boris, "was in the Academy library all throughout this war."

The air trembles with the might of magic as Roland begins to take on a bright halo of ancient light. His eyes glow with sharp fury. Boris' gaze can't help but dart between him and Simeon standing so small yet so large right beside him, grinning coldly from ear to ear.

"Look, Roland, I-I can explain-!" Boris tries.

"YOU," Roland roars, "LEFT RAVENWOOD WITHOUT TELLING ME?!" Simeon jolts, keeping down an amused chuckle.

"I was trying to save what books I could, okay?" Boris replies in a panic. "I didn't have the time to ask! I didn't want them all to-"

Despite his age, Roland still moves faster than Boris can react. His strong, plated hand latches to his neck. He has no qualms over clenching his fist tight, crushing the papers that make up Boris' neck before pulling back, ripping them from his form completely.

He backs away in an instant, raising a hand to the new gap in his form. The core of his being aches with a cold throb; he is not in pain in the slightest, but mourning. A part of its light has died, and he has already forgotten what that was.

Then he raises a glare to the spy. He must have made them move forward. Like he knew what the next gateway was going to be. Or maybe he forced it. And he stole the talisman in the process, which he then used in that simulated time frame to leverage - threaten - information out of the Bookkeeper - him.

He knew the boy was a spy at the time, and quite good at his job, too, but never did he seem to be so… cutthroat with his methods.

This could all just be a consequence of meddling with the Crystal's history. And yet… he can see it now for himself. A scheming, secretive, ruthless spy, reveling in his unknown atrocities openly. This is not Simeon. This is a caricature of him, and quite a disparaging one at that.

Roland releases a breath, soothing his momentary burst of rage. He opens his hand and lets the crinkled papers fall. Some of their edges bear small rips already. Not knowing what else to do with them, but also not wanting to leave them lying around either, Boris summons them back to his side and stuffs them into the cavity of his chest. They're useless to him now. He doesn't want a crooked neck. Even the talisman that Simeon holds; it worms its way out of his grasp, answering the call home.

"So he knew all this time?" Roland asks, a stiff growl still in his throat.

Boris dips in the air in defeat. "...Yes, he did. But we only ever talked twice!" The first time was when they met. The second time, he was seeking advice-

"And you," Roland draws his greatsword, leveling it with Simeon's face, "dare to weaponize us with your words?"

Simeon can't seem to help but laugh back, amused by the knight's assertion. "I merely seek truths and share them with others. What you do with that information is up to you. But..." He gives them a sharp glare, his smile cooling in an instant. "...I don't quite like it when strangers stalk me inside of a Knowledge Crystal that isn't my own."

A heavy silence passes between the two parties. Honestly, Boris is past the point of being surprised now. Only Simeon would have figured something like that out all on his own. He was the one that gave Ivan his Knowledge Crystal, after all, and the two travelers have been appearing by the Dragonrider's side quite consistently.

After a moment, Simeon casually places a hand on the hilt of his weapon, shifting his weight. He purses his lips, his expression switching to that of disappointment.

"Ivan doesn't know what he's doing," he sighs. "He never does. All he is good at is taking care of the dragons. I don't know why I ever decided to stick with him for as long as I have. Tell me: how long did I consult with that disgrace of a rider?"

The travelers don't respond right away, taken aback by his crass assessment of the Dragonrider. Boris quite literally has no words. He doesn't really know what to make of this whole situation.

Does Simeon actually hate him this much? Or is this a perception that Ivan has ascribed to him?

"You still do," Roland speaks at last. "He is far from being a 'disgrace'."

Simeon scowls, confused.

But Boris nods along before he can speak up. "After Dragonspyre gets destroyed, you two become good friends!"

Simeon's entire demeanor shifts in an instant, a sharp blast of heat radiating from his lean form.

"Excuse me?" he asks, his tone flat and dangerous. "After Dragonspyre is... destroyed?"

The young spy has gone deathly pale, his swagger draining from his form. It's an odd sight to behold. How could he accept being within a Knowledge Crystal so readily, yet panic at the news that his home has fallen in the present day?

"Yes," Boris confirms. "Things didn't go so well for-"

"Not possible," Simeon interrupts. He shakes his head hard; it looks like he's trying to snap his own neck. "Dragonspyre can't fall. It will not fall!" His feet shift, his hand finally latching onto the rapier's hilt. It sings as he slides it from its sheath, flames already curling around the sharp silver blade. A brief flash of his eye reveals a burning inferno itching to be unleashed, consuming all common sense and rational thought. "HOW DARE YOU SUGGEST US TO BE WEAK!"

Roland's massive silver frame shifts in front of Boris. "Go. I will keep him here."

"R-Right-" Boris stammers. He doesn't waste any more of his time near the raging pyromancer. He flings himself down into the pit towards Ivan as a blast of scalding hot air presses against his papery back, threatening to make him combust there and then.

His eyes scan the area around Ivan as the dragons and drakes and riders themselves turn their attention to the explosions happening above their heads. Flames of impossible size curl their way across the air, some taking on the shape of roaring dragons breathing fire down upon their enemy.

"What's going on up there?" Ivan calls out. "Where's that senile guy?"

"Simeon's lost it!" Boris answers in a panic. His hands clamp down on the necromancer and shakes him sharply. "We need an out, Ivan! We need it now!"

"Simeon's up there?"

"GATEWAY, IVAN!"

"I-I can't do it on command!" he stammers back.

"Well he did it somehow! Just... focus or something!"

Ivan's amethyst eyes dart around, trying to make sense of his own racing thoughts. The small collection of young drakelings that linger near his feet, sensing his distress, shuffle forward and snake themselves around his ankles, looking up at him with their beady yellow eyes. His moment of confusion ebbs away as he glances down at them with a small smile. There's four of them, their scales an ashy black, freshly hatched.

It takes a second, but one of them starts to take on a white hue.

"Thank you!" Boris rushes out as he reaches down to pet the shimmering scales.

>>> [ Memory 8 ] <<<

The colors blend together as formless voices chatter incoherently in their ears. The memory is not quite yet clear…

{Check back later!}

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Ledisi

Ledisi Anibade Young (born March 28, 1972), better known simply as Ledisi, is an American R&B and jazz recording artist, songwriter, and actress. Her first name means "to bring forth" or "to come here" in Yoruba. In 1995, Ledisi formed the group Anibade. After unsuccessfully trying to get the group signed to a major label, she formed LeSun Records with Sundra Manning. Anibade and Ledisi released an album entitled "Soulsinger" (black and white cover on the LeSun Music independent label) featuring the song Take Time, which gained substantial airplay from San Francisco area radio stations. A twelve-time Grammy Award nominee, Ledisi has released eight studio albums between 2000 and 2017.

In 2000, Ledisi re-released her first major label signed album, titled Soulsinger: The Revival. Ledisi and her group toured in 2001. In 2002, Ledisi released her second album, Feeling Orange but Sometimes Blue. The album won an award for "Outstanding Jazz Album" at the California Music Awards.

In 2005, Ledisi signed a record deal with Verve Forecast and released her third album, titled Lost & Found, on August 28, 2007; it sold almost 217,000 copies and earned her two Grammy nominations, including one for Best New Artist. In 2008, Ledisi released her Christmas album, It's Christmas.

In 2009, Ledisi released her fourth album Turn Me Loose, which earned her two Grammy nominations, followed by her fifth album Pieces of Me (2011) which debuted on the US Billboard 200 album chart at number eight, becoming the first top-ten album of her career and her highest-charting album to date. It also garnered three Grammy nominations at the 54th Grammy Awards including for Best R&B Album. In 2013, she received a nomination for Best R&B Performance at the 55th Grammy Awards for her collaboration with fellow R&B and jazz musician Robert Glasper for the album cut "Gonna Be Alright" from his fifth album Black Radio (2012). In 2014, she released her sixth album The Truth to critical acclaim and moderate sales. She portrayed legendary gospel singer Mahalia Jackson in the 2014 Martin Luther King, Jr. biopic, Selma.

Early life

Ledisi was born in New Orleans, Louisiana. She grew up in a musical family; her mother, Nyra Dynese, sang in a Louisiana R&B band and her stepfather, Joseph Pierce III, (deceased) was a drummer in the New Orleans area. Her biological father is soul singer Larry Sanders, the son of blues singer Johnny Ace. He left the family when she was a baby and they did not meet again for nearly three decades.

Ledisi first began performing publicly at age eight with the New Orleans Symphony Orchestra. Ledisi moved to Oakland, California, where she attended McChesney Junior High School, now Edna Brewer Middle School. She was shy about her singing abilities and would sing only upon request when students in her gym class would implore her to sing Deniece Williams's version of Black Butterfly, bringing the entire locker room audience under the spell of her very mature, melodious voice. As she sang more publicly her music career blossomed. She was nominated for a Shellie award in 1990 for her performance in a production of The Wiz and performed in an extended run with the San Francisco cabaret troupe, Beach Blanket Babylon. She studied opera and piano for five years at University of California Berkeley in their Young Musicians Program.

Musical career

1995–1999: Career beginnings

In the 1990s, Ledisi formed a group called Anibade, alongside Sundra Manning (producer, keyboards, songwriting), Phoenix (LaGerald) Normand (background vocals, songwriting), Cedrickke Dennis (guitar), Nelson Braxton (bass), Wayne Braxton (sax), and Rob Rhodes (drums), playing a jazz and hip-hop influenced kind of soul. The group won acclaim in the San Francisco Bay Area with a cult-like following of die-hard fans who referred to themselves as "Ledites" and meet her with love at every event, singing along verbatim to songs that though unrecorded at the time, were well known by their fans. The group later recorded a demo of one of the songs from their set, entitled, "Take Time" which was played on local stations and requested non-stop. Ledisi tried to get the group signed to a major label, but had no luck. Ledisi also performed often with jazz saxophonist Robert Stewart throughout the early 1990s in San Francisco.

2000–2003: Soulsinger: The Revival and Feeling Orange but Sometimes Blue

In January 2000, Ledisi released her first album, Soulsinger: The Revival, independently on her label, LeSun Records. The album spun off four singles, "Soulsinger", "Take Time", "Get Outta My Kitchen", and "Good Lovin'". After the release of Soulsinger: The Revival, Ledisi toured with her group Anibade.

In 2002, Ledisi released her second album, Feeling Orange but Sometimes Blue, which was also released independently. The album featured the singles "Feeling Orange but Sometimes Blue" and "Autumn Leaves". During this time she also recorded commercials for the Sci Fi Channel. In 2003, Ledisi won "Outstanding Jazz Album" for Feeling Orange but Sometimes Blue at the California Music Awards.

2006–2008: Lost & Found

During her five-year hiatus, Ledisi made appearances on soundtracks. In 2007, she signed with Verve and released "Blues in the Night" which featured on the tribute album, We All Love Ella: Celebrating the First Lady of Song.

In August 2007, Ledisi's third album, Lost & Found, was released. During her hiatus, Ledisi stated that she was unsure of wanting to stay in the music industry. In response, Ledisi wrote the song "Alright" to express her life. "Alright" became the lead single and debuted at #45 on the Billboard Hot R&B chart. The album's second single, "In The Morning", debuted at #49 on the Billboard Hot R&B chart. Other songs from the album charted but were not released as singles. "Think of You" charted at #71 on the Hot R&B charts, "Joy" charted at #103 on the Hot R&B charts and #29 on the Adult R&B Airplay.

In December 2007, the album earned her two Grammy nominations, including one for Best New Artist. In 2008, Ledisi continued her tour to promote the album, Lost & Found. By January 2009, the album had sold 216,894 copies.

In September 2008, Ledisi released her Christmas album, It's Christmas, which featured the singles "This Christmas" and "Children Go Where I Send Thee". In December 2008, Ledisi's T.V. special aired on Gospel Channel, titled "Ledisi Christmas". Ledisi performed a few songs from her Christmas album. "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas" and "Give Love On Christmas Day" charted on the Hot R&B charts at #113.

In 2008 Ledisi performed the song "The Man I Love" as a blues singer in the Leatherheads movie.

2009–2010: Turn Me Loose

In 2009, Ledisi's fourth studio album was announced as Turn Me Loose. The album was released on August 18, 2009. Speaking in April 2010 to noted UK R&B writer Pete Lewis – Deputy Editor of the award-winning Blues & Soul – Ledisi explained the album's title reflected its musical diversity: "The title 'Turn Me Loose' is basically me saying 'I don't wanna be boxed in! Let me be myself as a performer and singer, because I do EVERYTHING! Not just one particular style!'." She employed production from seasoned R&B songwriter-producers such as Raphael Saadiq, Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis, James "Big Jim" Wright, and Carvin & Ivan. The first single from the album was "Goin' Thru Changes". The second single was "Higher Than This", produced by Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis and James "Big Jim" Wright.

On May 13, 2010, Ledisi performed at Charter Oak Cultural Center's 9th Annual Gala, a fundraiser for free after-school youth arts programming in inner-city Hartford. She performed several songs from Turn Me Loose, and also performed a duet with Anika Noni Rose, a tribute to the late Lena Horne.

2011–2012: Pieces of Me

Ledisi toured with R&B/soul singer Kem on his North American INTIMACY Tour. On March 10, 2011, during her opening act in Atlanta, Georgia, Ledisi announced that she had finished recording her fifth studio album, Pieces of Me, on March 9, 2011. It was released on June 14, 2011. It debuted at number 8 on the Billboard 200 album chart, selling 38,000 copies in its first week. The album's title track served as the album's lead single.

Ledisi has performed at the White House seven times at the request of President and First Lady Obama.

Ledisi headlined her first tour to promote her album, Pieces of Me. The Pieces of Me Tour played to 22 sold out shows across North America. With this album, she received three nominations for the 2012 Grammy Awards, in the categories Best R&B Album, Best R&B Performance and Best R&B Song, for the album and the lead single "Pieces of Me".

Ledisi released her first book, Better Than Alright: Finding Peace, Love & Power on Time Home Entertainment, Inc. in 2012. The book, an innovative collaboration with ESSENCE, is filled with the singer's personal photos, quotes, lyrics, and richly detailed stories of her journey to acceptance of her beauty, talent, and power.

On April 6, 2012, Ledisi announced her second headlining tour, B.G.T.Y., with Eric Benet serving as an opening act. In December 2012, VH1 announced that Ledisi would perform at their 2012 VH1 Divas show, a concert benefiting the Save The Music Foundation charity. Ledisi performed a Whitney Houston tribute medley with Jordin Sparks and Melanie Fiona.

2014–2016: The Truth

On March 2014, Ledisi released her new album The Truth. She is also on tour with Robert Glasper in partnership with the magazine "Essence" (which featured her on one of their three April covers as well as Erykah Badu and Solange Knowles).

In April 2014, Ledisi was cast to play Mahalia Jackson in the American historical drama film, Selma, directed by Ava DuVernay and written by Paul Webb and DuVernay. It is based on the 1965 Selma to Montgomery voting rights marches led by James Bevel, Hosea Williams, and Martin Luther King, Jr. In the film and on the official film soundtrack, Ledisi sings "Take My Hand, Precious Lord". Initially slated to perform at the 57th Grammy Awards as part of a tribute to the Selma March alongside Common and John Legend (who performed their Oscar-winning duet "Glory") she was ultimately snubbed by the Recording Academy and recording artist Beyoncé, who performed in her place. Ledisi's snubbing and Beyoncé's performance received mixed reaction from social media. In 2015, she received her ninth Grammy Award nomination for Best R&B Performance for the single "Like This" off of her seventh album The Truth. She lost to Beyoncé and Jay Z for "Drunk in Love".

2017–present: Let Love Rule

In May 2017, Ledisi released a single titled "High" produced by Darhyl "Hey DJ" Camper and Rex Rideout. Her eighth studio album called Let Love Rule was released on September 22, 2017. In November 2017, she received three more nominations at the 60th Grammy Awards in January 2018 including Best R&B Album, Best R&B Performance and Best Traditional R&B Performance. Ledisi won a Soul Train Award 'Soul Certified Award' for the album.

Ledisi helped the BET Awards pay tribute to Anita Baker, the Lifetime Achievement Award recipient of the night on June 24, with a rendition of the singer's 1986 ode "Sweet Love".

Ledisi was then a part of the Aretha Franklin Tribute that was put together by the annual award ceremony known as Black Girls Rock. Ledisi delivered a rendition of the hit "Ain't No Way".

In October 2018, Ledisi performed with Adam Lambert in an NBC broadcast, A Very Wicked Halloween: Celebrating 15 Years on Broadway, before a live studio audience at the Marquis Theatre in New York, singing "As Long as You're Mine" from Wicked.

Discography

Studio albums

Soulsinger: The Revival (2000)

Feeling Orange but Sometimes Blue (2002)

Lost & Found (2007)

Turn Me Loose (2009)

Pieces of Me (2011)

The Truth (2014)

Let Love Rule (2017)

Awards and nominations

Grammy Awards

Ledisi has been nominated for twelve career Grammy Awards.