#minecraft diaries fanfic

[laurancezvahlslefteyebrow]

Got 2 chapters out

They’re short but so so so full of my love so that’s gotta count for something

[stellisketches]

I'VE FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED THE CHAPTER JESUS CHRIST ITS BEEN A YEAR BUT I FINALLY UPDATED

[loathed-to-be-her-hound]

Garroth has a hard time sleeping.

He has a very difficult time sleeping on a regular basis. He dreams of O’kasis and forced marriages. He dreams of his father destroying Phoenix Drop and taking him home. He wakes up in a cold sweat and decides to wake up early. Often this is around 2-3 in the morning.

As he patrols the docks and repairs the fences clumsily in his full armour, he mentally calls himself a coward.

Eventually Aphmau would be up and around, inevitably looking for him. She would so soon comment on his sluggish walk, the exhaustion to his voice, the ever so slight change in his demeanour. He would never really comprehend how she picked that up through his helm. He was hidden head to toe yet she saw right through him. He would brush it off and they would go on with their day. But she knew. And he knew she knew.

Later, he’s guarding outside her house. He often does. Though as he watches over the village, his eyes hurt. Aphmau would come outside and tell him he should come in and have tea for a bit. He can’t deny his lord.

He removes his helm. She knows his face. Freckles scatter his cheeks. His eyes are a light blue, a dark shade underneath them. They were always there though. He developed them with age. His hair is a bit frizzy after being trapped in his helmet all day. His face is scarred, all around his lips and nose. It’s nice to see. Not for anyone but her. She gives his tea a large helping of sugar and milk every time. He drinks it every time.

She says she heard him up early. She says he seems tired. She asks if he slept. It’s not really a question. She knows the answer. She wants to know why but doesn’t want to pry. He says he couldn’t sleep. She says she can help. It’s difficult not scoff at the tenacity in which she says it. She states it as though it’s a fact.

He refuses at first. Though she asks again like she just wants to. He says he has work to do. She says then they can rest together outside her house. Just for a few minutes. Then he can go back to work.

Empty teacups are left on the table in her home. A pleasant aroma of tea and the slight scent of his armour lay thick in the air. His helm sits on her table, forgotten in The Lords insistence.

Outside, in the grass lay the lord in her dress, and her guard beside her, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Now, I’m going to try something, ‘Kay?"

He scoffs though nods.

"What is it m’lady?"

She sits up and reaches her hand towards him, hovering it slightly above his heaving chest. He felt a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity as her once ink like markings began to glow.

Soon, the glow stopped and she smiled before laying down beside him again.

"Lady Aphmau I think it-"

"Shh Shh. Trust me. Just give it a second."

She began to hum a tune he didn’t quite recognize as he stared at the clouds. They warped and drifted across the sky into various shapes and forms. He doesn’t know when- but at some point he fell asleep.

When he woke, the sun was just past set and he could see the stars. He basked in the vaguely conscious feeling. His mind felt clouded for a time, the dull throbbing in his head irregularly subsided. All felt warm… like Lady Aphmau’s home. Very warm.

Wait… Lady Aphmau-

He stood up so fast his head span as he desperately glanced around the area. How had he fallen asleep?!? He was head guard- god damn it how could he do this?!?! What if Aphmau was in danger?! What if-

"Uhm.. Garroth?"

The Druid in question was in her same place as she was when he rested. Her hair was a bit messy though she just looked confused.

"You okay?"

He felt his racing heart settle, though the guilt stayed. (To be continued perhaps? 🤔)

[izzybella1807]

Diaries: Whispers of Destiny | Part 1 -Chapter 1

Part 1 ★★★ Ⅰ ★★★

"Ha ha! I beat you," Dante cried as Grace lifted herself off of the damp grass. The two were in the meadows of Boboros, having make believe fights with wooden swords. They would go out there almost every day, mainly to get away from the village and have some time to themselves

Boboros was a Tu'lanian village where Grace and Dante lived with their family. Dante was the youngest out of the family, just two years younger than Grace. First came Gene who was eighteen, then came Grace who was fourteen and then came Dante, who was twelve.

Grace never liked Gene though, Dante would look up to him but Grace hated him. Grace new that Dante obviously never saw the real Gene, but she did. Grace loved Dante though. He's the little brother that she have dreamed of.

The two would often play together, tell each other stories and have make believe fights with wooden swords. Grace would do anything for her younger brother, she would sacrifice her life to protect him if she had to.

Grace smiled as she stood up off the damp grass. "You won't beat me this time!" Grace said, picking up her wooden sword off of the damp grass and held it, ready to fight again. The two of them dreamed of being guards when they got older. They wanted to be able to protect the innocent and fight off the bad.

Grace always thought Dante was an odd kid, but she loved him, either way. She don't know what she'd do without him. Gene was the head guard of the village but Grace knew that he didn't deserve that position. Gene had done a lot of bad things to get the position of the head guard and both Dante and Grace knew that.

Dante and Grace clashed swords and then stepped back from each other. "I'm gonna win!" Dante cried as he ran towards his older sister.

Grace smirked, "That's what you think!" Dante came at Grace, swinging his wooden sword at her but she deflected his shot. The fight went on for a while until Grace knocked Dante's sword out of his hand and he fell to the ground.

Grace smirked as she pointed my sword at him. "You were saying?" she giggled. Dante rolled his eyes at his sister, "You only won because you're two years older and  taller that me." Grace rolled her eyes, "I'm only three inches taller, it's not that much." "You're still taller!" Dante cried making Grace giggle.

"Dante, Grace! Dinner's ready!" their mother called from their house. Grace smiled as she gave Dante a hand up from the ground. "Race ya!" Dante cried as he sped off. "Hey! I wasn't even ready!" Grace giggled before she followed after her younger brother.

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Dante and Grace were sitting down eating their dinner when the front door opened someone let out an angry groan as they came inside. "Gene is that you?" Maria called from the kitchen of the old, tattered house. "Yeah," came a reply as Gene walked into the kitchen.

Grace noticed a wound at the top of his right cheek, which was bleeding. Blood had dripped onto his armour and covered his hands. "Oh my Irene! Gene! What happened?!" Maria cried as she tried to wipe Gene's cheek with a cloth.

Gene put his hands on his mother's shoulders. "Mom, I'm fine, trust me," he assured her. She stopped for a second before shaking her head, "Gene Brosna, you are not okay! You're cheek is bleeding! If it wasn't for your father, you would not be head guard!" Maria cried as she pushed Gene onto an empty chair at the table.

"Mom-" Gene began. "No! You will let me clean this and patch it up!" Maria cried, cutting across him. There was silence before Gene sighed, "Fine." Maria turned around to the cabinet, her light blue hair flying everywhere as she opened cupboard after cupboard looking for band-aids.

Grace glared at Gene as she spooned a fork-full of mashed potatoes into her mouth. "What are you looking at?" He asked, glaring across the table at his younger sister. Grace smirked, "Oh, just that nasty slit on your cheek. It's such a pity that it's not on your chest, right over your heart."

"Grace Brosna!" Maria yelled at her daughter, turning around from the cabinet, with multiple band-aids in her hands. "You will apologise to your brother now!" Grace glanced over at Gene who was smirking at her, waiting for an apology. "I'm still waiting," he said slyly. Grace looked back at her mother who raised a brow at her, telling her to apologise.

Grace smirked to herself before standing up and pushing her half-full plate of mashed potatoes, into the middle of the wooden table. "No," Grace said as she walked towards the stairs, hitting Gene on the back of his head on the way.

"Grace Anne Brosna! Get back here this instant!" Maria yelled as her daughter walked towards the stairs. Grace turned around to see Gene rubbing the back of his head and Dante with his mouth full of mashed potatoes, quietly watching the whole thing.

Grace smirked at her older brother before happily skipping up the stairs and into her old tattered room. It was a small room with purple walls and a single bed covered in a purple blanket. There was a window with a table underneath it and a dyed-purple, bearskin rug lay in the middle of the floor. As you can tell, Grace's favourite colour is purple.

Grace picked up her small, purple, leather bag, putting her wooden sword and a few other things in it. She opened the window, pulled a rope out from under her bed and lowered it down the opened window. Grace was about to climb out the window when there was a knock on her old, wooden bedroom door. She froze on the spot. If her mother found out she was sneaking out she would be in so much trouble.

The door slowly creaked open and a head covered in dark blue hair, peaked in. It was Dante. "Can I come in?" He asked. Grace let out a sigh of relief and nodded as he walked through the doorway, quietly closing the door behind him.

"What happened back there?" Dante asked his older sister, before noticing that his sister was holding her leather bag with her wooden sword poking out of the top of it. He also noticed the open window, and the rope hanging out.

Grace ignored her brother's original question and told him where she was going. "I'm going down to our hideout in the forest, are you coming?" she asked him. Dante eagerly nodded, before rushing into his room, grabbing his blue leather bag and filling it with a few things, including his leather sword.

The two quietly climbed down the rope and ran down the old street towards the forest, where they found their small hideout in in the tree's. No one knew about their hideout apart from the two siblings, it was their little secret. Dante and Grace often came down to the hideout, to get away from everyone else. Although they were siblings, Dante and Grace were best friends. They would tell each other everything, and do everything together. The two couldn't imagine life without each other.

Dante and Grace stayed down in their hideout until it started to get dark. They headed back to their house and snuck inside, climbing up the rope that had been left hanging out of the slightly open window. Grace lay in her bed and stared at the ceiling before her tired eyes began to close and she soon fell asleep.

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Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Please give feedback!! I take constructive criticism but please no hate!!

Thank you for reading and see you all in the next chapter! Byeee

- Izzy -

[silverjurors]

My contribution to Day 2 of Vylenix Week :D @vylenix-week

Hope you enjoy!!!

[here1snyan]

I made fanart for a Prince x Knight Garrance fanfic, In My Dreams! 💙💚

It's a super cute Prince x Knight AU and i'm just, so in love with it… Please go check it out on AO3!!

and also, I did intentionally reference the Bridgerton posters for this composition, I just thought it was a fitting aesthetic/vibe to go for…

[failuredraws-exe]

Cadenza Zvahl, Queen of the Swamp.

The adopted daughter of Hayden-husband to the lord of Meteli, Joh- sister to Laurance Zvahl, Cadenza fancies herself a princess.

Though, *technically* speaking, she is, in a way. Her step-father is a lord beloved by all, and her father a well respected diplomat. She is high ranking in society, wears the latest fashions, pioneers for her people, has animal (chicken) companions, is kind, understanding, fun! Everything a proper princess should be! If only she didn’t live in a swamp.

Cadenza fancies herself a princess, whilst her brother fancies her a brat.

The only *society* Cadenza is high ranking in is the little plot of muddy land they call home. She wears the latest fashions but ventures town barefoot. She does pioneer for her people! When she isn’t sleeping the days away in fields of flowers. And don’t get him started on the chickens.

She’s kind but petty, understanding but blunt, fun but irresponsible. She is aloof, she is demanding, she is young. His bratty, kid sister. The Queen of the Swamp. A name he coined, a title she hates.

A *proper* princess would live in a high castle surrounded by gardens of roses and decorated with intricately carved statues of heroes from myth and gods and goddesses! A *proper* princess would be dripping in real gold, and her clothes would be woven from the finest of silk. Her hair would be combed and her skin would be smooth! A *proper* princess would never suffer from the heat and humidity, she would be wasting the hours away, lying on a cushioned seat and being fanned by servants! A proper, acceptable princess would be born in a place like O’khasis, not Meteli.

What her brother knows, and what Cadenza will not admit, is that she is not a proper princess.

Cadenza, in all her blazing glory, is indecent.

The clothes that she wears as if they were sewn yesterday, were fashionable seasons ago. The gold bangles that adorn her wrists and ankles are fake. She bathes in lakes, consorts with chickens of all creatures, and doesn’t even attempt to wrangle her hair. Her skin is bumpy and her legs are riddled with burn marks, scars she wears proudly. On a hot day, when work needs to be done, she’d be the first out in the sun and the last inside. She is bold and loud, opting to rather have her tongue be cut out than to ever hold it. In every way that matters, she is the exact opposite of a proper, acceptable O’khasis-born Princess.

And that’s exactly why Laurance loves her.

Through all the bratty bluntness, through all the demands stands proudly a young girl who cares with all her heart about the little plot of muddy, humid, damp land they call home. The Cadenza Zvahl he loves looks upon the world in all its horror and smiles at the atrocities when everyone else would scowl. There are so many things Laurance hates about Ru’uan, but for every terrible thing he could count, Cadenza Zvahl would count five times as many things that she loves.

The Epitome of Hope, her father would call her.

When Joh passed, when her father was presumed dead, each and every time her brother went missing from the realm; she never let her grief nor anger consume her. Even when it was all she wanted to do, even when she had every right to curse the world, when she had every right to hate, and hate and hate. She always chose to love.

Cadenza Zvahl lives her life with hope. A trait that never falters, and one befitting a title far stronger than Princess.

Indecent and fashionable, blunt and understanding, proud and kind. Meteli-born and raised.

Cadenza Zvahl, the Queen of the Swamp.

[iridiss]

Art for my MCD Rewrite fic, Shared Interests, diving into Zane’s trauma (mainly from becoming a Shadow Knight, though there’s definitely some religious trauma and trauma from his family thrown in there too)

[garcargofarfar]

Valentine's Cards

My Inner Demons boys x Gn!Reader

Asch x Reader, Pierce x Reader, Rhys x Reader, Leif x Reader, Noi x Reader

(Y/n),

What spells have you been casting on me. Everytime I get near you, my stomach feels uneasy, and my skin burns up. Leif says my face sometimes gets red too.

Whatever you're doing, please stop it. It's ruining my reputation and I don't appreciate your random spell-casting. Why target me only? Why not the others? I am a prince afterall.

Prisoner Ava said to get an answer, I should ask you to be my 'Valenteyen'. I don't know what spell that is as well, nor how to cast it, so fix it.

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐡

Hi♡

Be my Valentine? I give head pats.

Regards,

𝓟𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓮

Dear (Y/n),

Ava told me about this thing called a Valentine. Apparently, it's when one feels affection towards another being. Isn't that fascinating?

I feel affection towards you, I think. Would you like to be my Valentine? We could go get ice cream together, have you tried? It's amazing!

Ava said I should ask you to meet me at some time in the letter if you're interested, so would you like to meet now?

Love,

𝑹𝒉𝒚𝒔

Princess,

Don't waste your time on the others. They don't know what they're talking about.

We could totally go out together. Just sharpened my daggers the other day, we could totally put them to use and go kill some people. I'm not taking no for an answer. Be my Valentine.

Your future boyfriend,

𝕷𝖊𝖎𝖋

HEY (Y/N),

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! Is that how you spell it? Ava said that you humans do this thing called a 'Valentine's Day' where you give the person you care about LOTS OF HUGS AND KISSES!!

And, well, you're the person that first came to mind! :D

I wish you all the best and hope you have all the loves and kisses on Earth and on Daemos!!!! Will you be my Valentine? Love you lots!!

xoxo(Ava said this means hugs and kisses)

🧡ɴᴏɪ

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PDH VER

[randomlyblues]

Garroth hates it when you complain about your body and especially your thighs. He loves needs your thighs. Every time you two are on the bed, he is lying down, wrapping his arms around your thighs. He makes sure to bury his face in them and smother them in kisses. When he comes back after traveling, he flops on the bed and holds your thighs. Always looking up at you with a "Hello darling" and a dopey smile, letting his head rest on them as you soothe him with your fingers, combing his hair. He especially loves it when your thighs are on his shoulders as he is deep inside you, makes sure to litter them with bite marks and kisses. He can't get enough of them. He can't get enough of you.

[lofty-darlings-thoughts]

Imagine Travis Valkrum crushing on you but you're oblivious...

"Hey, buddy!" He'd call out every time he sees you, brushing his snowy white bangs out of his face. You return the greeting and carry on with your day, unaware of his flushed face.

"You look good today!" He comments with a wink every so often, you brush it off because he does have a slight reputation for being a flirt.

You don't always notice the small glances, when you do he stutters and trys to say he was looking at something behind you... reeeeeeaaaaal smooth(sarcasm)

You overhear him rambling from time to time to anyone who will listen to his woes (whining) about how he's so alone.

Although, on his better days he is willing to try to woo you with flowers or a good joke. Although those bold days are few and far between.

If only he could man up and outright say he likes you...

Yes, another one. -Darling

[laurancezvahlslefteyebrow]

hi so i wanted to add on to the lore of this statue and my rewrite

Y’all remember when Aphmau Laurance and Katelyn were exploring the chapel on alliance island and Aph and Laur fell through the floor? And how they come across a room filled with art and mosaics and how it turned out to be a tomb?

Yeah they found it there.

But who’s tomb is it??

Well in canon it’s heavily implied to be Kul’Zak’s but see, in my rewrite, that simply wouldn’t work. Because Kul’Zak, along with the rest of the Divine Warriors (excluding Irene and Shad) were kind of…. Incinerated. Evaporated, if you will. They died, yes, but there would be no body to bury.

So again, who’s tomb?

..

Xavier’s.

When Xavier was killed, Irene felt so much sorrow and guilt that she gathered all she could to give him the most beautiful tomb possible. She even had the statue made so they could truly be together one last time.

And the artifact they find in his coffin? It’s a fragment of Shad’s soul. It’s the very thing that killed Xavier. When his body turned to dust, the fragment became visible. It was difficult to remove, as it had attached itself to his body and thus, his soul.

When Aphmau pried it free, Laurance felt a sort of tugging at his chest. And when it was out, he felt a sharp stinging or burning sensation but after a moment he felt like he could breath clearer. He told none of this to anyone of course.

After she had it free, she tried to give it to Laurance to hold but it burned his hands. They later figured out that it burned all the Shadow Knight’s hands. For some, unknown reason, Shadow Knights specifically could not hold it.

..

Also it was Laurance and Aphmau who found the statue, which is ironic seeing as it’s quite literally them. Trust that they were confused.

But it served as more proof that Aphmau and Irene were connected…

[stellisketches]

For the worldbuilding of MCD how good do you interpret their knowledge of medicine as being? I don't remember if any other characters besides Irene/Aphmau have specifically healing magic that they perform (besides from maybe potions.) Do you think the majority of healers have magics or that maybe doctors of old studied Irene and her abilities and were somehow able to come up with new inventions in the field that the average non-magic person could use? Fictional healthcare is always interesting.

ooh you had me thinking hard about this one.

For one thing, I think progress in health care varies a bit by region. I'll make things easier by focusing mostly on Ru'Aun so I don't go off into a tangent. I'd say as a quick, rough comparison their probably up to 15-16th century standards as a whole. They understand certain things/activities/conditions make people unwell but they likely don't have a lot of scientific reasoning as to why.

Seeing as how persecuted magicks users are and the fact magicks cannot be learned, I'd say that the number of pure magick healers (like Aphmau's level of potency to just vanish wounds) in the region is pretty low. I could see these types of healers into two broad categories: I think the first would find safety as personal healers to high ranking noble families seeing they would likely be given their own security team plus the chance to live in relative comfort. The second type would be travelling healers- ones that would keep their power and identity on the down-low and just go from village to village performing miracles where they could. This would be a lot more dangerous but also morally-sound as they aren't being exclusive about who they heal and receive little if any payment.

We already know magick is an inherited trait, it's not something that can be taught, this leaves the only viable mix for medicine and magic (if I don't use the k assume I'm talking about the broader sense of the word) to be witchcraft and/or alchemy or something a bit more in-between. What interesting about this topic is that real world medicine/healing has had an underlying connotation of something magical/otherworldly for literally the entirety of human history up until, like, a couple of centuries ago. So I think the real question should be at what point do the Ru'Aunians separate natural remedy from the magical, or do they bother to separate it at all? Is it different depending on what part of Ru'Aun you live in? At what point does a cough syrup get the label of potion or elixir, or are all concoctions that affect the body given the potion treatment?

Personally, I haven't really decided on anything specific yet. My guess is that it's a very hybridized field where they don't make a whole lot of differentiation/hard classification on which medicines are natural and which are magic. You may have doctors performing witchcraft without them even realizing it and/or witches who sell the equivalent of tylenol in the bottle next to their nightvision and invisibility potions.

Also I'm just now realizing I brought up the subject of alchemy that I kinda wanted to expand upon but I might just save that for another time.

[gonedreaminggg]

i started writing a fanfic, and all I did was type Laurance into my google doc and my computer fucking crashed.

[izzybella1807]

Diaries: Whispers of Destiny |

Part 1 - Chapter 2

★★★ Ⅱ ★★★

"Ugh, why are you so annoying?" Gene groaned at his younger sister as the trio walked through the village. Maria had told Gene to bring his two younger siblings around the village to show them what he does as a guard. Gene wasn't that fond of his younger siblings, I mean, he quite liked Dante but he couldn't stand Grace. Although both of them knew about the bad he had done to get the position Gene had, Grace knew everything and I mean everything. Grace knew every bad thing he has done and what he was really like.

"Gene give up the moaning and get on with the guarding," Grace said, rolling her eyes. Gene gave her an angry glare, "You don't tell me what to do." The two started bickering, Gene giving out about how annoying Grace was and Grace giving out about how much she hated him.

"Ahem," came a voice behind them. The three quickly turned around to see a girl with beautiful blonde hair and wearing a beautiful white dress with baby blue flowers. "Lady Melody," Gene said, bowing down to her. "Hello Gene," she said sweetly as she noticed Dante and Grace standing beside him.

"Oh my Irene, Gene, are these your siblings?" She asked. Gene looked down at us as Grace gave him a smirk. Gene knew that if he wanted to impress Melody, he would have to be nice to Grace and Dante, No matter how much he hated them. "Yep, these are my lovely brother and sister, Dante and Grace!" Gene replied, putting his arms over his two siblings' shoulders.

Grace looked up at Gene and raised an eyebrow. Although she wasn't that much shorter than him - she was just above his shoulder. "Don't ruin this for me, okay?" Gene muttered to Grace, under his breath. That's when Grace realised what he was up to. Grace realised that this was the girl he liked. This was the girl he never stopped talking about at home. 'This is going to be fun' Grace thought to herself, a smirk growing on her face.

"Yeah, Gene loves us, especially when he says I'm the most annoying little sister on earth," Grace smirked. Gene glared at Grace before kicking her on the back of the leg causing Grace wince in pain. Gene Laughed nervously as Melody raised an eyebrow. "Don't mind Grace, I'm only messing when I say that. Isn't that right Grace?" Gene asked gritting his teeth at his sister while ruffling her hair, trying to play it off.

Grace smirked at him before looking back at Melody, "Nope." Melody was quite confused at the whole problem and decided her was going to leave them to sort it out. "Okay... I'm going to leave you all alone so you can figure out this... disagreement. I'll see you around Gene," Melody said as she began to walk away.

When Melody was out of sight, Gene took his arm from around Grace's shoulder and pushed her to one side. "You really had to do that, didn't you?" He said angrily to me. Grace smirked, "Of course I did, I wasn't going to let you lie to the girl that you like, was I?" Gene's eyes widened, "WHAT?! How did you know?"

Grace rolled her eyes at him. "It's so obvious, you act differently around her," she explained, still smirking at her older brother. "Wait isn't that the Lord's daughter?" Dante asked, his gaze following Melody as she walked off.  "That's right," Grace smirked. "She is the Lord's daughter and Gene really thinks he has a chance with her? Definitely not when she finds out what Gene is really like." 

Dante and I giggled to ourselves when Gene growled at us. "Both of you just go home and tell Mom that I had to go to a guard meeting or something," he said as he stormed off. Grace rolled her eyes as she watched her older brother storm off, before she turned to Dante. 

"Sword fight?" Grace asked, Dante nodding in agreement. "Race ya to the meadow!" Dante cried before he raced off towards the meadows, Grace following close behind him.

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"Grace!" Dante cried as rushed into his older sister's room. Grace was sitting on her bed drawing in her sketchbook. She love drawing, it's what she does most of the time. She's also a pretty good artist but she doesn't draw anything in particular, just what comes to mind.

"Dante? Are you okay?" Grace asked, looking up from her sketchbook. "It's Gene, he's up to his schemes again," Dante said, rather panicked. "What's he up to this time?" Grace asked as she sat on the edge of her bed.

Dante took a deep breath, "You know how we found out that he has this power to manipulate memories? And how we found out that he is in love with the lord's daughter?" Grace nodded, gesturing for him to continue.

"Well, he figured out that the Lord's daughter doesn't love him back so he's planning on breaking into her room tonight and using his power to manipulate her memory, to make her think that she does like him," Dante explained.

Grace's eyes widened, she knew that Gene wasn't a good person but she didn't think he would do something on this level. "We have to tell someone!" she cried, leaving her sketchbook down and jumping off her bed. Dante nodded, "We need to tell the Lord." Grace nodded in agreement, before the two rushed out of the house and down the street to the Lord's house.

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"Please, we need to speak to the lord! This is urgent!" Grace begged the guards who stood by the door, but they refused. They were about to give up when they heard a voice behind them. "Aren't you Gene's Brother and sister?"

The two turned around to see Lady Melody standing behind them with a warm smile. Dante and Grace nodded before Melody continued. "Are you okay? You both seem a little worried," Lady Melody asked them. Grace glanced at Dante before turning back to Melody.

"We need to talk to the Lord, urgently," she explained. Melody raised an eyebrow, "Is everything okay?" Grace nodded, "We just need to speak to the Lord." Lady Melody nodded and gave the two a warm smile, "Follow me, then."

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"Father, these two children have informed me that they urgently need to speak with you, have you go a moment for them?" Melody asked her father as we entered his house. The Lord raised an eyebrow, "Is everything okay?"  Melody shrugged, "I'm not sure, they just have told me that they need to speak with you."

The Lord nodded. "I shall take my leave now," Melody said as she left the room. There was silence for a moment before Dante spoke up. "Lord Havakus, our brother, Gene Brosna is planning on doing something really bad and needs to be stopped," he explained.

The Lord raised an eyebrow as Dante continued. "Gene has this power to manipulate memories, and he plans to use it on your daughter to make her love him just like he loves her." The Lord's eyes widened, "Thank you both for informing me of this. I shall have my guards find him right away."

Tears started to form in Dante's eyes, "What are you going to do to him?" The Lord noticed that Dante was quite upset before he sighed "I'm just going to talk to Gene and ask him to not mess with my daughter's memory," The Lord explained. "Don't worry, I will not hurt him."

Although the Lord's words seemed to stop Dante's tears, Grace knew that was not what was going to happen. She knew that they weren't just going to talk to him and ask him to not mess with Lady Melody's memory. It was going to be far greater than that.

[raisunomii]

today, garroth ro'meave.

[a drabble preceding garroth faking his death, as i see it.]

The castle is silent. The castle has been silent since Garte left. Garroth didn't ask where he was going. He didn't care, as long as the shouting stopped.

The silence screeches like a wyvern.

RO'MEAVE ROYAL RESIDENCE, O'KHASIS, 5 A.M.

It's cold, Garroth thinks the moment his eyes snap open. He's always been an early riser. His feet against the cool stone-brick that comprises his bedroom floor is familiar, but is never welcome. He makes his way across the room regardless, stumbling to the bathroom. He strikes a match, his oil lamp lighting seconds later.

Stubble is the enemy.

He drops his blade on the sink when he's finished.

Sometimes Garroth wakes before the servants. Today, however, is not one of those days. The halls are as lively as ever- that is to say, stray whispers echo through the walls, but one can never be sure if they come from the wind or some creature.

And his mother has never been one to talk to herself.

RO'MEAVE ROYAL RESIDENCE, O'KHASIS, 6 A.M.

"Mother," Garroth says, maintaining his distance. "Did you sleep well?"

Zianna does not face him. She hasn't seen him, these past few weeks, not for lack of physical closeness. Garroth is sure the cityscape is a more favorable view than him. The sunrise is always beautiful.

He takes a few steps forward and guides his mother away from the window.

"Back to bed," he whispers, but he's sure she hasn't slept. He ignores the purple mottling her left cheekbone. Dad's gone now.

Breakfast is hearty.

THE TRAINING GROUNDS AT O'KHASIS, O'KHASIS, 8 A.M.

Slash, parry, pass. Slash, parry, pass. Again. Slash, parry, and if he's lucky, he won't think of Nicole.

Garroth can't remember the last time Irene favored him with 'luck'. His brother's always had that honor.

"Brother."

And he shall appear.

Garroth sheaths his blade. Zane is in full attire, Garroth notes. Wonder who he killed today. Must've been clean- his robes are still white.

"Well? Speak if you will," Garroth instructs, jutting up his chin for a mere second. Zane's gaze is full of disgust. Another day.

"A letter from Scaleswind found its way to my hands," Zane pauses to take in Garroth's expression, carefully taking in the slightest twitch of his brother's brow. "Nicole is set to come in a week."

Garroth nods. "I look forward to it."

He turns back to his craft, hoping Zane will leave, or at the least, be mindful enough not to stab him in the back. Slash-

"Mother slept the night," Zane says, "or at least some of it."

"I sent her to bed this morning." Parry. He can feel Zane's spirits drop. Pass.

Zane's boots crackle against the dirt as he leaves.

RO'MEAVE ROYAL RESIDENCE, O'KHASIS, 6 P.M.

Gnawing hunger is quickly welcomed once one realizes it keeps the mind off of unwanted betrothal. This is why Garroth has delayed dinner to stew in his own sorrow. Quite literally- the bath is much too hot today. What were the servants thinking?

His skin is red. Lady Irene.

The doorknob to the bath jiggles and Garroth has to fight back a groan.

"Bathing!" He shouts, though it doesn't make a difference, because the door swings open anyways. "Must you harass me while I'm in the tub?"

"I find you're less prone to fits of silence like this," Vylad says smoothly, dragging up a chair to the side of the tub. "Odd. Should I be cornered in a bath tub, I may refuse to speak at all."

Vylad is met with an eye roll. This does not deter him. He prattles on for about twenty minutes until Garroth demands he leave, at which point he wanders to the dining room to wait for Garroth to get dressed for a shared dinner.

Vylad often forgets to eat.

RO'MEAVE ROYAL RESIDENCE, O'KHASIS, 2 A.M.

Slowly and quickly does he in patterns scurry, as a mouse avoiding a scythe during harvest. His boots make soft noises on the brick which thunder in the silence of the O'Khasis morning. Moreso, in the temporary silence of the Ro'Meave Residence.

His bag is heavy and his sword clatters with movement. Every noise is detriment.

"Garroth?"

He whips around.

"Mother," Garroth says, standing what may be miles from Zianna, but he's sure is only a few meters. Their eyes do not meet, but he sees confusion all the same.

"What are you doing? It's late, too late for you to..." Mother trails off, making way for more screaming, intolerable silence.

It is the first time they've spoke in weeks.

"Training. Early morning training."

He can see his mother force back a scoff, because for all her despair, she's never been daft. Garroth knows that she doesn't have the energy to deal with his antics at the moment. She knows this as well, and sighs, turning away.

"Be safe," she calls.

"I will!"