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Agnusmon

Nível Adulto / Seijukuki / Champion  Atributo Vacina  Tipo Anjo  Campo Destruidores de Vírus (VB)  Significado do Nome Agnus, Cordeiro em Latim. 

Descrição 

Agnusmon é a forma evoluída de Croixmon que surge quando seu treinamento chega ao fim e o Poder da Destruição é completamente dominado. 

Agora, com uma versão aprimorada da armadura em seu braço esquerdo, essa Digimon tornou-se capaz de conter todo tipo de ameaça ao parear a energia negativa do alvo com seu Poder, selando-o com correntes de luz que se estendem de seu Anel Sagrado. Tal habilidade é usada na captura de Digimons que servirão como familiares, pois antes eles eram levados ao Kernel depois de uma batalha árdua que, algumas vezes, custava a vida de alguns anjos, mas com Agnusmon o processo passou a ser muito mais seguro, tanto para os anjos quanto para o familiar, mesmo que ela ainda precise da ajuda de seus superiores quando o Digimon é muito poderoso. 

Contudo, a função de Pastora a ela incumbida é o que mais lhe traz felicidade, pois sempre foi muito zelosa com seus pares e protegidos, então era o mais correto deixá-la responsável pelo “rebanho” de familiares. Mesmo aqueles que são mais rebeldes ou arredios acabam cedendo à simpatia de Agnusmon, que faz de tudo para que estes Digimons se sintam acolhidos, sempre sendo respeitosa, paciente e muito amorosa. 

Essa postura tão carinhosa e compreensiva faz com que todos eles criem um vínculo fortíssimo com ela, colocando-a numa posição tão crucial que alguns anjos chegam a temer a possibilidade de um dia ela se rebelar, pois todos os familiares a seguiriam sem hesitar. 

Técnicas 

Destructio (Destruição) Concentra muita energia em seu braço esquerdo e desfere um soco diretamente no inimigo, causando uma violenta explosão capaz de atravessar armaduras e couraças como se fossem de vidro. 

Pugnus Sacrum (Punho Sagrado) Dispara projéteis de luz incandescente pelos punhos. 

Manuaria Caelestia (Correntes Celestiais) Faz as correntes de seu Anel Sagrado se estenderem para prender o adversário e impedir que ele continue lutando. 

Ungula (Cascos) Avança em direção ao oponente e o atinge com os dois pés.  

Benedictio (Bênção) Bate com seu cajado no chão, liberando uma onda de energia sagrada que cura os aliados próximos. 

Linha Evolutiva 

Pré-Evoluções  Croixmon 

Artista Jonas Carlota  Digidex Empírea 

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Tiny Curiosity: Etymology of Poignant

Origin:

Late 14th century, poinaunt, "painful to physical or mental feeling" (of sauce, spice, wine as well as things that affect the feelings).

From Old French "poignant" meaning "sharp, pointed."

From Latin "pungere," meaning "to prick, pierce, sting."

From Proto-Indian-European root *peuk- "to prick"

Meaning:

Originally meant "painful to physical or mental feeling."

Applied to things that affect the feelings, such as sauce, spice, or wine.

Can also mean "sharp to the taste," though this sense is now obsolete.

Etymological insight:

Latin "pungere" is related to Latin "pugnus," meaning "fist."

The word "poignant" contains an etymological double-reverse:

Latin "pungere" represents a metathesis of -n- and -g- that was reversed in French.

Related words from *peuk-:

appoint; bung; expunge; point; pounce; pugilism; pugilist; pugnacious; punch; punctual; punctuate; punctuation; puncture; pungent; Pygmy; repugnant.

This is part of my Tiny Curiosity series. I publish worldbuilding tidbits, trivia, etymology to this blog.

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MY KICK HAS NO POWER I A GOOD LIGHT STRIKER , I HEAR I HIT HARD , NEVER BE A GOOD RAPPER OR FUCKER ?

The word "rapper" originates from the verb "rap," which itself has a long and diverse history. In the 15th and 16th centuries, "rap" meant to strike or knock

early 16th century: of Germanic origin (compare Swedish dialect focka and Dutch dialect fokkelen ); possibly from an Indo-European root meaning ���strike’, shared by Latin pugnus ‘fist’.

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The Origins of Boxing

Historical Trace of Boxing's Origins

The origins of boxing, tracing its roots from ancient Greece and Rome to the bare-knuckle era in 18th-century England, reveal a fascinating evolution of a combat sport that has captivated civilizations for millennia. This survey note provides a comprehensive exploration, expanding on the key points with detailed historical context, supported by various sources.

Ancient Greek Boxing: The Foundation

Boxing, known as pygmachia in ancient Greece, dates back to at least the 8th century BC, with mentions in Homer's Iliad. It became an official Olympic event in 688 BC, marking its significance in Greek athletic culture. Fighters used leather thongs, called himantes, wrapped around their hands for protection, with no weight categories and no rounds. Fights continued until one fighter acknowledged defeat by raising an index finger or was incapacitated, often resulting in severe injuries. The stance typically involved an advanced left leg, with the left arm semi-extended for guarding and jabbing, and the right arm drawn back for powerful strikes, primarily targeting the head. Archaeological evidence, such as a boxing scene on a Panathenaic amphora (c. 336 BC) housed at the British Museum (Ancient Greece, Boxers (youths), Panathenaic Amphora), and frescoes from Akrotiri (c. 1650 BC) (Young boxers fresco, Akrotiri, Greece), confirms its early practice. Legends, like Theseus inventing a form where fighters sat and beat each other until death, highlight its brutal nature, though later standing fights became standard.

Ancient Roman Boxing: A Violent Spectacle

In ancient Rome, boxing, termed pugilatus (from pugnus, "fist"), was influenced by Greek practices via the Etruscans, becoming a popular spectator sport. Fighters used caestus, gloves reinforced with metal studs or spikes, significantly increasing the sport's lethality. Evidence from literature, sculptures, wall paintings, and mosaics, such as a Roman mosaic of a boxer and rooster (first century AD) at the National Archaeological Museum, Naples (Naples Museum 18 (14972772469).jpg), shows its integration into gladiatorial spectacles. Fights, often to the death, lacked weight classes and time limits, with no rules against hitting fallen opponents, reflecting a more brutal approach than Greek boxing. This violence led to its ban around 400 CE by Emperor Theodosius I, aligning with the decline of pagan games under Christian influence.

The Middle Ages: A Period of Silence

Following the fall of the Western Roman Empire, boxing entered a period of obscurity during the Middle Ages. Historical records suggest minimal practice, with the sport overshadowed by weapon-based combat and the church's growing influence discouraging violent activities. Changing views on public entertainment and moral values contributed to its decline, with arenas for boxing matches becoming empty. This gap, lasting roughly from the 5th to the 17th century, marks a significant interruption in the sport's continuity, with no notable documentation in Mediterranean or European contexts.

Revival in 17th and 18th Century England: The Bare-Knuckle Era

Boxing re-emerged in England in the late 17th century as bare-knuckle prizefighting, initially illegal but gaining popularity, especially in London. The first documented bout was in 1681, arranged by Christopher Monck, Second Duke of Albemarle, between his butler and butcher, with regular contests by 1698 at the Royal Theatre. Fighters competed without gloves, for purses and side bets, with no weight divisions, often continuing until one could not proceed. This era saw the rise of notable figures, starting with James Figg, acclaimed champion of England in 1719, holding the title for 15 years with nearly 300 fights, all victories, employing fencing-inspired footwork. His pupil, Jack Broughton, became champion from 1734-1750 and, after a fatal fight in 1741, introduced the first rules in 1743, banning hits on downed opponents and hair-pulling, aiming to make boxing respectable. These rules governed until 1838, replaced by the London Prize Ring Rules, and later the Revised London Prize Ring Rules in 1853.

Other notable boxers include George Taylor, the first to tour in boxing booths by 1735, Tom Johnson (champion 1784-1791), Daniel Mendoza (champion 1792-1795, known for scientific boxing), and John Jackson (champion 1795-1803). The sport, while brutal, laid the groundwork for modern boxing, with fights often held in circles, influencing the term "boxing ring."

Cultural and Historical Connections

While there's no direct evidence that 18th-century English boxers looked to ancient Greek and Roman boxing for inspiration, the revival likely drew on historical knowledge of these practices, reflecting the Age of Enlightenment's fascination with classical antiquity. The similarities, such as no weight classes and fights to submission, suggest an unconscious echo, though the English form evolved independently, focusing on prize fighting and betting, distinct from ancient rituals.

Conclusion

The journey of boxing from ancient Greece and Rome to 18th-century England highlights its resilience and adaptability. From Olympic glory to Roman brutality, a medieval silence, and a vibrant revival, the sport's evolution reflects societal shifts, with bare-knuckle prizefighting in England marking a pivotal chapter, driven by figures like Figg and Broughton, setting the stage for modern boxing.

Sources:

Boxing - Wikipedia, comprehensive history

Ancient Greek boxing - Detailed origins

Boxing in the Ancient Olympic Games - Olympic perspective

Boxing - Bare Knuckle, Rules, History - Britannica

History of Boxing - Detailed timeline

Boxing in the Roman Empire - World History Encyclopedia

Ancient Greek boxing - Mobile version

Naples Museum 18 (14972772469).jpg - Roman boxing evidence

Young boxers fresco, Akrotiri, Greece - Early evidence

Ancient Greece, Boxers (youths), Panathenaic Amphora - Greek artifact

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🤔 ¿Sabías que el nombre “Pug” tiene un origen muy curioso? Esta raza tan amada debe su nombre a la palabra latina “pugnus”, que significa “puño”, debido a que su rostro arrugado se parece a uno cerrado. ¡Es solo una de las muchas razones por las que estos pequeños son tan especiales!

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#6 Lussarian word of the day

pogn

/poɲ/

Meaning: fist

Etymology: Latin pugnus, meaning fist.

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BOXEO Historia del Boxeo El boxeo, deporte, amateur y profesional, consiste en atacar y defender con los puños. Los boxeadores generalmente usan guantes acolchados y generalmente siguen el código establecido en las Reglas de Queensberry. Con el mismo peso y habilidad, los boxeadores intentan asestar golpes potentes y, a menudo, con los puños, cada uno tratando de evitar los golpes del oponente. Un boxeador gana un combate sobreviviendo al oponente (los puntos se pueden contar de varias maneras) o haciendo que el oponente no pueda continuar la pelea. Las peleas varían de 3 a 12 rondas, cada ronda suele durar tres minutos. Los términos boxeo y pugilismo en el uso moderno son prácticamente sinónimos de boxeo, aunque el primero indica los orígenes antiguos del deporte en su derivación del latín pugil, "un boxeador", que se relaciona con el latín pugnus, "puño", y deriva de . también del griego pyx, "con el puño cerrado". El término boxeo enfatiza la búsqueda de ganancias financieras del deporte, que comenzó en Inglaterra en el siglo XVII. El boxeo es uno de los deportes más antiguos que se conocen en la actualidad, con representaciones de 2000 años de antigüedad en las paredes de las tumbas de Egipto y tallas de piedra que muestran que los sumerios, que vivían en lo que ahora es Irak, boxeaban hace al menos 5000 años. El boxeo comenzó como un espectáculo agotador y brutal. En la antigua Grecia, dos hombres se sentaban uno frente al otro con las muñecas bien envueltas en una correa de cuero rígido. Luego se golpearán entre sí hasta que uno de ellos caiga al suelo inconsciente o, peor aún, muerto. Los luchadores o gladiadores romanos, por otro lado, luchaban con la intención principal de matar a sus oponentes, usando correas de cuero alrededor de sus puños con incrustaciones de metal. Sin embargo, el boxeo pronto se abolió alrededor del año 393 dC porque se consideraba demasiado brutal. El boxeo realmente no tuvo un resurgimiento hasta principios del siglo XVI en Londres. Verá, la aristocracia inglesa desarrolló un gran interés en revivir el conocimiento y las tradiciones del pasado, por lo que el boxeo se convirtió en un medio para lidiar con las disputas entre los ricos. Los visitantes adinerados apoyaron a sus luchadores e hicieron grandes apuestas en sus peleas. De hecho, aquí es donde se acuñó el término 'ganador del premio'. Jack Broughton, campeón de 1734 a 1758, fue el primero en introducir la escuela de boxeo. También ayudó a formular el primer conjunto de reglas del boxeo y fue el inventor del silenciador, el precursor del guante de boxeo moderno. Broughton invitó a los caballeros de la alta sociedad a pasar de patrocinar luchadores a convertirse en luchadores. Cuando el boxeo viajó a través del océano a principios del siglo XIX a Estados Unidos, no era muy popular, es decir, hasta que Theodore Roosevelt se convirtió en un defensor. Cuando Roosevelt era Comisionado de Policía, instó a sus oficiales a entrenarse en el arte del ars pugandi. Él cree que el boxeo es la mejor manera de "desatar el espíritu animal humano". Y eso tampoco cambió cuando se convirtió en presidente. Roosevelt solía boxear casi todos los días como una forma de mantenerse activo y en forma. A partir de ahí, el boxeo siguió creciendo en popularidad con pautas y reglas para proteger a los boxeadores, convirtiéndolo en el deporte que todos conocemos y amamos en la actualidad. WORLD BOXING ASSOCIATION La Federación Internacional de Asociaciones de Muaythai (IFMA) comenzó como una pequeña federación con unos pocos países entusiastas, hace más de dos décadas. Después de impactar las primeras etapas de su vida y al comienzo de un nuevo siglo emocionante, IFMA ha crecido a 130 estados miembros en todo el mundo con 5 federaciones continentales, unidas bajo un órgano de gobierno unificado. IFMA acepta y reconoce la misión y el papel del Comité Olímpico Internacional (COI). IFMA siempre se adherirá y respetará la Carta Olímpica, adoptará el código de ética basado en los principios del C

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Hi! I love your fan kings of yore and would love to know more - any specific thoughts behind certain names, titles, etc?

Hello friend! :)

Since you didn’t ask for anyone specific, I’m just going to pick a few off the list, if you don’t mind. *pulls out notes*

Let’s start with Mendax. He is Somnus’ eldest son and he was around three when Ardyn was declared Adagium. I headcanon that Somnus is around 8 years younger than Ardyn and so he was 25 when that happened.

So he has the half-formed impression that there was a person with red hair once, looking after him from time to time, but he doesn’t remember Ardyn. Doesn’t remember that he has an uncle who loves him. Somnus forbid his children from ever knowing that he had a brother and the people follow that law in fear and shame.

In Latin his name means “lie” (or rather the adjective thereof), but I headcanon that it is an old Solheimr name that means something like “the Enlightened”. His title “the True” was chosen by Bahamut (since I headcanon that it is usually him that decides on the individual titles) to make clear that Mendax is really, really, really the true heir to the throne. And nothing fishy is going on, no not at all.

The Conqueror I named Pugnus, which means “fist”. I wanted something that implies violence, but isn’t that obvious.

The Wanderer is Penas, which means “revenge”, “punishment” or “retribution”. He wandered all over Eos in search for retribution for the death of his children. Only one survived and became his heir. It was an assassination and Penas spent years hunting down the perpetrators. He chose the name Penas as a reminder and a warning to his enemies. His birth name is Virtus.

Fabricas is the Architect. Her name means “workshop” or “design”. She is the one who planned and started the building process of the physical outer wall surrounding Insomnia. It wasn’t completed in her lifetime. Or in that of her son. (Who doesn’t have a name or a title yet, so he isn’t on the list for now). She started the project because piracy was becoming a Very Big Thing and the city needed protection. And she wanted to give the city room to grow and be more or less self sufficient. Everybody thought it was an idiotic idea to build a wall that big. She did it anyway.

Now, I’m sure you noticed all those people named Lucius, Lucianus or Lucia? All of their names are based on the Latin word for “light”, which is “lux”. It was a generational trend at the time to name your child either something very patriotic or after light. You can see which one the Lucis Caelums chose. For all those Kings (Lucia the only woman in that group) this era is called “the light years”.

The first Lucius was titled the Teacher because he founded public schools all over Lucis where the poor could learn to read. After his death the initiative died pretty quickly because his son, titled the Preserver, wanted to preserve how things were. No new thinking nonsense.

For the Late, think Walder Frey and you have a pretty good idea why that is his title.

Lucianus developed a method for black mages to craft potions and ethers. That’s why he’s called the Witcher. People who crafted them without being black mages were called witches. Most of them had at least some affinty towards green magic.

The last Lucius is called the Coward. He did everything in his power to avoid fighting, including running away and leaving people behind to die. He was a very unpopular King and assassinated by his daughter Lucia.

She is called the Scholar because she pushed the sciences forward. Especially astronomy, geology, mathematics and ethics.

I’m going to stop here for now. Ideas and suggestions are always welcome.

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Croixmon

Nível Criança Atributo Vacina Tipo Pequeno Anjo Campo Destruidores de Vírus (VB) Significado do Nome Croix, Cruz em Francês. 

Descrição

Croixmon é a evolução de Nanamon ao despertar seu potencial após iniciar um árduo treinamento sob a tutela de Goddramon.

Ao ser aceita como discípula de Goddramon, ela recebeu o Poder da Destruição em seu braço esquerdo, só que como ainda não é capaz de controlá-lo, seu mestre lhe presenteou com uma armadura selada por um Anel Sagrado, esta que é capaz de impedir que o poder saia de controle e ajuda Croixmon em seu desenvolvimento como guerreira celeste.

Durante o período em que foi Nanamon ela acumulou muita energia, pois praticamente só dormia, então ela se tornou super agitada, correndo atrás de algo pra se fazer o tempo inteiro, dedicando-se intensamente nos treinamento e missões que realiza para o Kernel, o que a faz parecer incansável, mas um bom descanso é necessário e vê-la cochilar junto de alguns bebês é bastante comum.

Ter Goddramon como mestre a fez desenvolver uma grande força física, esta que usa principalmente quando precisa proteger algum pequeno Digimon do perigo e, nesses casos, ela até consegue nocautear algumas ameaças maiores em tamanho, algo impressionante para seu estágio de evolução, mas existem situações em que lutar não surte efeito, então ela usa sua força pra carregar o Digimon indefeso para bem longe através da boa e velha tática da Retirada Estratégica. Fugir é algo que a deixa muito frustrada, devido à sempre querer demonstrar força e confiança, sendo às vezes bem rígida consigo mesma, mas ela aos poucos compreende que ainda está aprendendo e que às vezes as falhas são o degrau necessário para poder melhorar.

O desejo de ser cada vez mais forte como uma Guardiã é o que faz de Croixmon alguém tão dedicada, não poupando esforços para ajudar os pequenos Digimons a superarem suas aflições e auxiliando nas missões de seus amigos Anjos, principalmente PetiAngemon e Ouranimon, que compartilham o mesmo status de Anjos da Guarda.

Técnicas

Obex (Barreira) Projeta uma barreira de energia sagrada que pode ser usada tanto para proteger Croixmon e seus aliados quanto para aprisionar um oponente durante um tempo.

Crux (Cruz) A cruz em seu tronco brilha intensamente e lança uma rajada de energia ardente, extremamente eficaz em Digimons das Trevas.

Pugnus (Punho) Usando seu Punho Direito, Croixmon golpeia seu oponente com um poderoso soco envolto em energia sagrada. Quando executado com o Punho Esquerdo, uma baixíssima porcentagem do Poder de Destruição é liberada, causando uma explosão avassaladora.

Linha Evolutiva

Pré-Evoluções Nanamon

Evoluções Agnusmon

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Time to bs Katelyn a last name

Katelyn Fist

Katelyn Fists

Her last name being her title is ridiculous just like Abbey's last name being 'Golden Heart' is ridiculous. Fire Fist in latin is Ignis Pugnus. Katelyn's full name is now Katelyn Ignignus going by that.

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The word "rapper" originates from the verb "rap," which itself has a long and diverse history. In the 15th and 16th centuries, "rap" meant to strike or knock

early 16th century: of Germanic origin (compare Swedish dialect focka and Dutch dialect fokkelen ); possibly from an Indo-European root meaning ‘strike’, shared by Latin pugnus ‘fist’.

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CINDERELLA UPDATE - Ricca Tachibana

On the 5th of October, Ricca Tachibana (the voice provider for Sae Kobayakawa) has divulged that she will be taking a break from seiyuu activities to undergo medical treatment for tonsillitis.

We wish her the speediest of recoveries, and hope she’ll be able to return to work soon

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The Oracle Prince, Chapter 1

Pairing: Liz/Viggo

Summary: We’ve found the gems of the Dragonkin, but now Hawkeye has their eye on the treasures of the noble families. The Foundation Day royal ball seems like the perfect time. Luckily, we have the help of the crown prince- Viggo?!

It’s finally here! Sorry this took so long!

Warning, spoilers for all routes and for the Ruined King!

Since it’s been a while, here’s a recap of Felix’s route:

Hawkeye’s goal is to find the six elemental gems: 3 given to the Dragonkin, 3 given to noble families. With all six gems, they’ll be able to awaken the Dragon of Time.

The squad, with the help of the Reciters, sets out to find them first. They complete the first ruin and find one of the noble gems, held by Albert Auburne.

 Viggo gives Liz a strange warning: ‘Don’t go to Queensblade’. She and Felix end up in Queensblade by accident. While there, she meets with a nobleman, Daniel Oxford, the prince’s guardian. Unfortunately, Daniel is working with a member of Hawkeye, Cordelia; they attack Liz and steal the gems.

Eventually, Liz and Felix are able to claim two of the Dragonkin gems, and Albert’s gem.

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That night, Amelia and I were walking home together from the village. The moonlight lit up the path ahead of us, casting everything in a bright glow.

"Thanks again for helping me out tonight," I said, shifting the box under my arms, full of supplies for the semester's end.

"No problem. It was good to see everyone again!" She giggled. "I thought Felix was never going to let you leave. He even offered to carry everything for you!”

"He's just worried about me. It's understandable; I mean, Hawkeye is still out there."

My stomach churned as the ancient worry started up again. Hawkeye. Their goal was to find the six gems of Gedonelune, said to have been passed down from the first king. With the six gems, they would be able to awaken the Dragon of Time.

Though we clashed numerous times over the last few weeks, we'd been able to save three of the gems. The gems of Darkness and Light, now resting with Felix and Lacan- and the Gem of Fire, which Albert had entrusted to me. Only one, the gem of earth, still rested in Hawkeye's grasp.

'But it's only a matter of time before they come after me again.'

"You're worrying again," Amelia said, waving her hand. "I've got just the thing. Why don't you think about tomorrow's big announcement?"

The crown prince. They said that he was a great astronomer, that he had visions of the future. However, nobody knew who he was. But that was soon to change. It was said the House of Oxford, who guarded the prince, would reveal his identity to the public the next morning.

"Don't tell me you're going to stay up all night to find out?" I asked.

"I can't help it, it's so exciting!" She was practically bouncing as she walked. Shu chirped behind her. "I heard that he could even be a student at the academy. Wouldn't it be amazing to have a prince here, and we had no idea?"

"Like that could really happen.”

“..What are you talking about?” I jumped at the voice behind me.

"Eek!" Amelia grabbed onto my arm, hiding behind me. In the moonlight, the figure became clear.

Viggo. The biggest troublemaker and mystery of the Night Class. He had been in detention and the rehabilitation chamber more times than anyone.

I steadied myself. “Shouldn't you be in class?"

"Leave me alone," he said harshly. "I'm going out."

"Going where?"

"To the city."

To the city! Even for Viggo, that was a bit much at this time of night. "Viggo, you know that if

you're caught, you're going to get in trouble! Do you want to be in the detention chamber all of winter break?"

He turned to me, and something in his expression stopped me. It held none of his usual anger. It almost seemed like.. desperation. But it was gone as quick as it came when he smirked at me. "Then come with me."

"W-what?"

He shrugged. "I'm going anyway, but I won't get in trouble if a Prefect is with me, will I?"

"Don't go with him, Liz," Amelia said. "This is probably some trick."

Knowing Viggo, he would cause a lot of trouble. But if I went with him, I might be able to pull him back a bit. Well.. one little night in the town couldn't hurt anything, could it?

"Fine, I'll go with you."

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“Come on, this way.”

“Wait a minute!” Viggo slipped easily past the gates, but I found myself stumbling past the gate. “I'll be there-”

“Here.” In one smooth move, Viggo grabbed my waist, picking me up and helping me over the gate.

“W-wait a minute!” The sudden movement caught me off guard, but Viggo set me down gently.

“Come on.” Viggo turned away, as cool as ice.

'Was he always that strong?'

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"Where are we headed? Are you going to go meet up with someone?"

"Just out. This is my last chance to go out without getting bothered."

My stomach churned. "What are you talking about? Are you in some kind of trouble?"

He stopped abruptly. "Here we are."

Somehow, we had ended up at the harbor. The night sky was so clear; the stars seemed to shine down upon us. It had been a long time since I had seen a sky like that.

I glanced over at Viggo, and my breath caught in my throat. The moonlight streamed through his hair, casting him in a warm glow. Staring up at the sky, his expression looked soft, a far cry from the rough guy I usually knew.

'Did he always look like that?'

"Do you like stargazing?"

He caught himself, turning away. "What if I do?" Ah, I had been so close.

"The stars are really pretty from here,” I said gently. “They remind me of back home.”

He relaxed a hair. He casually spun his pipe, but, this time, it turned into a telescope. "The stars are easier to see from the observatory," he said, "but it's got to be crawling with guards tonight."

"You've been to the observatory?" I'd heard about it, but I'd only managed a few peeks at it since I'd been in Gedonelune.

"I used to go there all the time with my dad." A wistful look crossed his face. "He said it would help with-" He suddenly stopped, glancing over his shoulder.

"Viggo?"

"We're being followed." He suddenly grabbed my hand, and I heard footsteps behind us. "Come on!”

We wove through the streets, down pathways that I didn't even know existed.  After running for a few minutes, we stopped, practically collapsing against a nearby wall.

Looking around, I saw that we had slipped into a hidden street. Shops lined the street, glowing in the night.

"Where are we?"

"A place hidden away from the rest of the world. Even they won't be able to follow us here.”

“Who's they?” I asked. “Viggo, if you're in some kind of trouble, I can help you-”

"No more questions," he said briskly. "You'll find out soon enough anyway."

There was something in his voice that stopped me- frustration, but.. it didn't seem like it was with me. 'I.. don't think I can intervene here,' I thought. 'I'll have to wait until he trusts me enough to tell me.'

Despite myself, my tension eased as we walked through the streets. Even this late, the shops were shining with colors and sounds, each little shop catching my eye.

“Oh, let's go in there!” Stepping into the shop, a beautiful necklace caught my eye.

"That'll be 600 lune."

"What? That's a ripoff!" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Viggo twirling his pipe- and suddenly, it didn't seem worth it. "Nevermind, here!" I practically tossed the money at the shopkeeper, grabbing Viggo's hand and hurrying out.

"Why'd you stop me? That man's always ripping people off!"

“You can't-” I sighed in frustration. “You can't just go fighting people for no reason!"

"Hey, give that back!" Voices split the air, bellowing from down the alley. Viggo bolted that way.  

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A group of men clad in knightly armor were surrounding a man and a woman. The people were clamoring for something in the knight's hands.

"Perhaps we should teach you a lesson about respecting your betters.” The knight threw the man into a wall!

"Hey, pick on someone your own size!” Viggo bellowed, and all eyes fell on him.

"You..!"

Before they could get their words out, Viggo was already spinning his pipe. “Pugnus Tempestus!” A mist poured out of Viggo's pipe, quickly turning into the shape of a fist. With one strike, it tossed the knights aside. “Huh, easy.”

"Why you..! We oughta teach you a lesson!"

'I have to help them!' I whipped out my own wand.

“Saggita Lumen!”

Viggo didn't stop, sending another attack after the guards, sending them crashing against the walls.

“Tch. This isn't worth it. Let's get out of here!” The knights scrambled away.

The couple ran up to us. “Thank you so much!” they cried. "I don't know what we would have done if you hadn't helped us."

"Hmm, it was nothing.” Viggo turned away. “You should get out of here before you run into more trouble.”

As they ran away, I was struck by a sense of nostalgia. 'Didn't Viggo once save me, in a place just like this?'

"You fought well," I said. "You saved the two of them."

He smirked. "What was that about picking fights for no reason?"

I felt sheepish. I had jumped into the fight without thinking. "Well.. Maybe sometimes it's worth it."

Just then, my thoughts were broken by the growling of my stomach. Viggo asked, "Are you hungry?"

"..Yeah, it's kind of late. Probably past dinner by now.”

"Come on, I know a place." He took my hand, like the earlier argument had rolled right off. He led me to a little stall, tucked away in the street, and casually placed his own order.

"Ah.." I realized I had used the last of my lune to buy the necklace.

"Don't worry about it." He handed over the lune for both of us without batting an eye.

"Thank you." I glanced at his order. "I didn't know you liked spicy foods."

"Got a problem with it?" he asked, popping his food in his mouth.

"Not at all. It suits you." Fitting that the bad boy would even like to eat dangerously.

"What about you?"

"I'd say I have more of a sweet tooth. Though a little spice now and then never hurt anyone."

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We must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. The night grew darker, and I could no longer feel Viggo's presence beside me. "Viggo?"

"There you are." My blood ran cold as I heard the all too familiar voice.

I froze as he stepped out of the shadows. Daniel Oxford, second son of the house of Oxford. Last time we met, he had lured me into Hawkeye's trap- and left me for dead.

I stepped back, reaching for my wand. "Leave me alone." 11 hours

"You don't seem nearly as tough without your Dragonkin guard now to protect you.”

"Get away from her." A hand pulled me back, and I was pulled against a strong chest. I knew without looking who it was.

'Viggo.' And strangely, I felt safer knowing that he was here.

But, to my surprise, Daniel was suddenly all smiles. "Oh, Your Highness,” he said pleasantly, “what brings out here this late?"

"Y-your Highness?" I looked to Viggo, but his glare was focused on Daniel alone. “What is he talking about?”

“Oh, you didn't know?” He laughed. “Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to tell you-”

"Shut up," Viggo snarled. "Shut up!"

"She's going to know soon enough, Your Highness.” Daniel stepped closer to us, his voice sweet as poison.  "By morning light the whole kingdom, the whole world, will know the truth- the story of crown prince Viggo of Gedonelune."

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Zeus: You're telling me that Viggo is the prince? To think that the prince was.. a little punk!

Gray: Wait, you didn't know that?

Zeus: What, you already knew that? How?

Gray: I'm the keeper of the Tower of Memories! Besides, I knew the first king personally! It's not like I'd tell anyone though.

Zeus: Oh, I forgot that you're as old as dirt.

Gray: I beg your pardon?

Zeus: Nevermind, nevermind, let's just get to the next chapter. I want to see how everyone reacts to this news.

Gray: Next time, Prince of Gedonelune.