#like in gw2 how my tree is like a newborn

[warlordfelwinter]

some kind of fucken. guy

[a-trying-writer]

[gw2 based fic, with oc interactions. thanks @shadow-daughter for allowing me to borrow her character, Majpi, for this story. It was fun, and I enjoyed writing her in my own way. just let me know if there is anything you like for me to edit, shadow, and ill do my best to do it asap. i think its all right to reblog/like, if she is comfortable with it too!]

Chrys kept close to the shadows as he journeyed across Tyria. He couldn't help but feel lost and misguided since he departed from his fellow courtiers, but he also felt free. Free to do as he liked without the squires and counts that watched him at all times in that suffocating gilded hall (which he was grateful for leaving as well, since he was stuck in there long enough to believe that the gold was burned into his retinas.)

As the day grew dark, Chrys climbed up into a tall tree to find the thickest branch that could hold his weight. Once he made sure he was safe and comfortable, he shut his eyes to allow his mind and body to rest.

Only to be disturbed by the rustling of leaves, despite the fact that the wind was gentle.

He slowly reached into his coat to grab a hold of his dagger, while taking slow even breaths to pretend that he had fallen fast asleep. When a small animal leapt towards him, he did not hesitate to swing the dagger, but missed and fell along with the creature from the branch to the ground, between the thick roots of the tree.

Chrys struggled to stay awake, fighting against the darkness that took over him in the end.

The smell of smoke and the sound of fire crackling stirred the sylvari awake from a dreamless sleep. He sat up quickly only to be stunned by the vision of the stars sparkling before his eyes. There was no choice but to lay himself back down, feeling helpless and defenseless to whatever or whoever started that fire.

“Who-” he tried to speak, but was quickly interrupted when he felt a sharp pain on his back.

“Ah! The plant has woken up!” someone, a child it sounded like, called out. “That's good – very, very good.”

Chrys sucked in a deep breath between his teeth as he turned to follow the voice. “What happened?” he forced himself to ask.

“You slept, fell, and got yourself hurt,” the child replied. “But don't you worry, plant, I got something for you to feel better instantaneously!

Before he could say another word, the child poured a foul tasting liquid into Chrys' mouth, and forced him to swallow it down, which knocked him out cold again in a manner of seconds.

When he opened his eyes again, Chrys noticed that he felt groggier than ever. However, as he slowly sat up on a makeshift bed, he quickly realized that his vision was clear, and that the burning sensation on his body was gone. He then noticed a small creature, with big purple eyes, and short pointy ears that stuck out from her green hair, tinkering with something in her hands. An asuran child -- or rather a progeny, as they are properly called. 

“Still around?” he asked, surprising her.

“Ah! Oh, it's just you... and alive!” She gave the sylvari a grin, revealing her naturally sharp teeth. “I thought I- oh, never mind.” The asuran shook her head as she got up and walked up to him. “How are you doing, plant?”

“Just fine, I guess,” Chrys shrugged. “Who are you?”

The child giggled happily as she sat before him. “Majpi! And you?”

“Chrys. Well, the name I've chosen is Chrysares, but Chrys is just fine.”

“A name you've chosen? What do you mean by that?”

“It's... complicated,” he lied, since he had no desire to explain it to her. “Anyway, I assume you're the one who took care of me, correct?”

“Yes! Yes I did! With a special medicine that is reserved for emergencies that I created myself!”

“I see... and were you the one who knocked me from the tree above us?”

Majpi suddenly fell silent as her large eyes darted away from Chrys. “I don't know what you mean...” she muttered quietly.

“You do know what I mean,” he snapped at her. “What were you trying to do, progeny?”

“N-nothing! Actually, I should be asking what were you trying to do up there!?”

“Sleeping.” He gave a brief chuckle from the look of surprise on her face. “Don't tell me you don't sleep on tree branches.”

“Y-yes I do! I was planning to sleep on that tree myself, actually!”

That was such an obvious lie, that even a newborn sapling could see through that. “Really? With those wings on your back?”

The progeny dropped the object from her hand to poke the sylvari's nose. “Got a problem with them, plant boy?”

Chrys would have liked to grab this child and punt her into the nearest river, but he wasn't in the mood, nor physically able to do anything so drastic, yet. “I'd like that you keep your pointy little hand to yourself, child,” he said as he pushed her back. “I wasn't saying that your wings are horrible, but rather that they seem rather uncomfortable to sleep in. Aren't they one of those fashion accessories people like to wear?”

Majpi paused as she backed away while gently grooming her wings. “Oh, um... Well, if I do that, then it will hurt a lot. And I mean like, a lot. I mean, I worked hard on putting them on there, and I'd rather keep them there, if you know what I mean.”

It took him a moment to understand what she'd implied and nodded firmly in response. “Can you even use them?”

Majpi let go of her wings to pick up the object she dropped and resumed fiddling with it. “Why yes, I can. They are super helpful in getting around certain areas. I highly recommend getting a pair of your own, plant boy.”

“It's Chrys, thank you, and I'd rather not.” An unpleasant memory stirred from the depths of the sylvari's memory, making him rub his heavily scarred arm that didn't grow out right since the incident.

“Well, it's not for everyone, I guess,” she shrugged. “Anyway, what are you going to do now, plan- Er... I mean, Chrys.”

Chrys shrugged before he laid on the makeshift bed. “I will think about that once I get some more sleep.”

“What?! Sleeping already?! You just woke up!”

“And I'm tired.” He let out a snort. “Now if you don't mind, please leave me alone.”

“No, I won't!”

“If you don't stop bothering me, I will make you suffer. Don’t you understand, child?”

A haughty chuckle escaped from the progeny. “You won't!”

“Oh, yes I will,” he growled. “Now leave.”

“No, I-” Majpi quickly jumped away from Chrys as he attempted to grab her, and stuck out her tongue. The sylvari groaned as he got up from the bed while reaching for his dagger, but realized he didn't have it on his person anymore. In fact, he didn't have any of his weapons.

“What- where-...?”

“Don't you worry about where your belongings are, plant boy. They are safe.”

Chrys stared her down, but she wasn't the least bit intimidated. In fact, Majpi seemed amused. “Listen, why don't we make a deal, okay? You see, I got a lot of questions about you, plant boy, and you got answers, and with every answer you give me, I can give you one of your belongings in return.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“What would happen if I don't answer your questions, and instead shake you up until you tell me where my weapons are?”

She let out a laugh. “I hid your stuff well, to a place only I know! Besides, I know you sylvari – you wouldn't hurt a fly unless you believe it's to be fated.”

Chrys frowned from those words. “You see me as an ordinary dreamer... Amusing... but...” He paused to take a moment to think. “Okay, fine... Let's play this game of yours, child. I also promise that I won't lie to you.”

“Oh? That won't give you any bonuses you know.”

“That's fine by me. So, tell me what's on your mind, Majpi.”