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SUPER DUPER CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR NANO WINNERS

I know it's late, but life got in the way!

Congratulations to @decodamalion and @lookingforatardis for COMPLETING Nanowrimo!!! 50k words in the month of November, INCREDIBLE.

Honorable mentions go out to all our server members who participated in Nano 2022! We love to see your hard work shine through, and even if you didn't complete the 50k, we're still incredibly proud to call you our friends!

For the rest of the month of January, I intend to feature our two winners on this blog. Check back here for snippets, reblogs, and other events as we celebrate them!

Congrats again, and may the words fly by!

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NaNoWriMo is coming up! We're a welcoming discord server of writers excited about the craft.

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Welcome to the Writer's Block

We're working on revamping the server and building up engagement. If you would like to join our server, join us here.

Features coming up that we look forward to implementing include NaNoWriMo write-ins and other events and activities. Come swing by!

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Welcome to the Writer's Block

We're working on revamping the server and building up engagement. If you would like to join our server, join us here.

Features coming up that we look forward to implementing include NaNoWriMo write-ins and other events and activities. Come swing by!

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are you still letting new people join?

Yes, we are, my apologies for not responding earlier. Here is a link:

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is there a link that you could share for the discord?

Yes! So sorry for the late reply!

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Is there a way we can join the discord 🥺

Absolutely! This link ought to work for the next 7 days:

Welcome to the community and we're excited to chat with you!

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wrong blog lol

I know you're on a little hiatus so I thought I'd leave this little note here for when you get back: I finally finally finally got around to binging Malion at 2am my time and BRO

Coming off the hiatus tomorrow but fuck it

WHAT DID YOU THINK :DDDD

SPILL THEM BEANS

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Thanks for tagging us!! Everyone, check Red out!

It's National Poetry Day in the UK, so I'm sharing some of my work!

Inferno Revisited:

The Little Red Notebook - Volume One - Poetry:

The Magic Godfather (from Grimm Truths):

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Triumph

While I could have resolved the conflict in some other way, I figured this would be one Beneath of a way to do that. I mean hey, who doesn't want to have a fist fight with a God? Especially if that God is your stupid uncle. And especially is it results in a really fucking satisfying triumph.

He doesn't know that there's a conflict... yet, but oh, he'll deffinetly know soon.

That bastard was the prick who imprisoned my dad - made him loose his mind - and I am absolutely not here for a mindless beacon of destruction wandering around my house, especially not with Metzley in diapers and Tavius in his angsty art phase. The little shit needs to learn some confidence.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by a bright blue flicker in the forest. Bloody Beneath, of course his arrogant ass needs to wear some bright rag. How else is he going to be the center of attention? I scoff and glare at him from afar. He doesn't see me, thats for sure. Oh my Gods he's alone. Fuck yeah!

I launch myself off of the hill that dad put the mansion on and soar though the air literally just to punch the smug asshole in the face. Once my fist makes contact with his iron skin, a new rage lights up inside me and I bring down a new barrage of punches. Fucking piece of shit isn't so big and strong now, is he?! It is only then when I realise the raw feeling in my throat. Was I saying something? Whatever it was, I hope that it was good. The rage seems to take control and all I see is red. Maybe thats the glowing eyes. With one swift and fury fueled thrust of my bone claw into his chest, I watched as the asshole disintegrated. That's when I notice a scream and look up. Ah fuck. How am I gonna tell dad I traumatized his Gaian friend? I can't even remember her name. All I know is that Alex had a thing for her and her really really green eyes.

Fuck... Alex...

I only realise I'm crying when the faint groan from Selvan fades away and I watch a tear embed itself into the dust.

"Drev...?" I hear a familiar voice behind me. I look up and stare, horrified.

"Alex..." I breathe, not recognizing my tone, "Oh Gods, oh fuck..." I mutter and stumble away from the now meaningless dust.

"Alex... fucking Beneath.. you're not fucking real..." I mumble, burying my face in my bloodied hands. I remember watching her die! She's not real! Alex is dead- of course she would have those scars! She's not here and thats the shit that killed her! I caught myself sobbing when that impersonation knelt next to me.

"Please! I know you're not real, you bitch! You died on me! You fucking left me in this damned life alone!" I yell at her through my sobs. Alex brushes a gentle hand against my cheek, making my look up at her in shock.

"Al...? Fucking Beneath... You're..." I whisper.

"Alive. Yeah, you damned knucklehead. I love you, Drevel." She tells me softly and pulls him into a tight embrace.

"This is repayment for that fucked up night I got you into, isn't it?" I sob, cradling her face in both my hands. Her scarred cheek is leathery and indented. It's strangely soft, too. The scar runs down her whole arm too and down one whole side of her body. I wouldn't have known about that if she wasn't wearing a crop-top. Admittedly, it was a rad scar bud holy Beneath that must have hurt SO bad.

"Its really just payback..." I mumble, hanging my head.

"Not a chance. That's in the past. I'm glad you're safe... you... damn idiot." She huffs, her voice cracking.

"I'm so sorry..." we whisper to each other and press our foreheads together. She's really back. She's really back and she's really ok.

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Triumph

I received this prompt on @thewritersblockdiscord! Feel free to come and participate in some of the weekly prompts!

Context: Rex Everfrost, the Dragon King, is thrown around the multiverse and finds himself in a destroyed and ravaged world where he had become evil and killed everyone. In order to protect the few remaining survivors, he must battle his alternate self

I stared down at the dragon before me, Oblivion; this alternate version of me… It was like looking in a fun-house mirror; my doppelganger was nearly a perfect copy, with only a select few unique differences.

“It’s not too late to give up.” I said cautiously, “Look at me: I'm proof that you're more than just so the instrument of destruction. In so many other worlds we became heroes.”

He tore off his ripped mask, revealing a face identical to mine. His brown hair fell in curls over his forehead. The only difference I could spot was the slightly darker shade of red in his eyes. The red glow of my eyes carried a feeling of protective strength; he carried an overwhelming sense of dominating power.

He growled at me, baring pointed teeth, “The only reason I haven't struck you down yet is that you have my face. So I’ll ask only once, get out of my way.”

I glanced back at the old bunker entrance. Syla and the rest of the survivors were never going to be able to defend themselves down there, and Oblivion wasn't going to stop until they’re all dead.

I sighed and widened my stance; this was going to be one of the hardest battles I've ever fought.

“Try and move me.”

He grinned maniacally, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Lightning surged from his fingertips. I slammed my foot on the ground and a pillar of earth rose to block it. I kicked the pillar and it slid over the ground like ice towards Oblivion. An inferno ignited around him and immediately turned the rock into lava. I raised my arms and a wave of lava sloshed towards him.

A burst of air sent him flying at me. I ducked and grabbed his arm, using his momentum to slam him into the ground.

He sunk into the cracked road as though it were water and completely vanished. My sixth sense barely had time to kick in before he appeared behind me and ran his fist into my spine.

The shock rippled through my entire body and threw me into the remains of a barely standing building. Oblivion followed close behind me, hovering in a small tornado.

I held up my hand and a large blade of light appeared in my hand. I swung at Oblivion, and he barely summoned his own blade in time to counter me.

He parried, his light blade slicing my side. I hissed from the pain and swung at him. He didn't expect the strength in my swing and staggered as the blades connected. I followed up with the other end of the light and sliced his leg. He cried out and shoved me hard, nearly knocking himself over and throwing me against a wall.

I held up my arms like I was holding a ball in between them, then shoved towards Oblivion. A gust of wind slammed him against the wall behind him with a loud crack. I made a pulling motion and the wall was brought down on top of him.

A stone pillar next to me was ripped out of it's place and thrown into me. I was crushed against the wall and I felt the air rush out of my lungs as my rib cage squeezed under the pressure.

The pillar was shoved aside by Oblivion and he clawed at me. I jerked away from him, but his claws caught my chest. I couldn't recover fast enough and he pinned me against the wall, his claws at my throat. I only barely managed to hold him back as he tried to sink his claws in.

I struggled to move his hand away from my throat, but my grip faltered and his claws sank right into my shoulder. I screamed and erected my own claws, stabbing them into his bicep.

He also screamed and pulled away. Arcs of blood flew from where we had stabbed each other. I raised my arm and an eruption of fire swirled to life around him in a blazing inferno.

I lifted myself into the air after him. My fist struck him and launched him through the ceiling. I dashed at him again and again, throwing him through floor after floor. Eventually, we broke through the roof and a lighting bolt quickly threw him down.

I dropped on top of him and pinned his arms with my legs, “We don't have to fight anymore!” I pleaded as I struggled to catch my breath, “Just listen to reason.”

He roared with rage as his eyes flared with light. Flaming beams of energy shot from his eyes. My hand slammed into his jaw and forced his head to the side. The beam sliced through a distant skyscraper.

I quickly let go of his jaw and slammed a punch into his face. The lasers didn't stop. I kept swinging at him, trying to get him to cut out the lasers. When he refused to stop, I held my hands over his eyes.

The energy flared up even more and he screamed as the scent of burning flesh filled the air.

The clouds swirled and a massive lightning bolt through me over the edge of the building. I balanced myself with a small tornado and gently set myself down on the street, immediately falling to my knees. I felt so exhausted… everything ached.

Oblivion slammed down in the street ahead of me. The skin around his eyes was burnt black and smoking. Blood drenched his entire face, making him nearly unrecognizable.

I sighed and shoved myself to my feet. We both took a moment to breathe before attacking.

I flicked my hand, launch a shard of ice at him. He waved his hand and it melted, the water curling into a whip. He cracked it at me. I held up a wall of fire above me, only for it to go low and wrap around my legs. He pulled and I fell to the ground.

I saw him run at me and try to get on top of me, but I pulled my arm to my chest. A large rock came flying from behind him and into the back of his head. He stumbled and I kicked, hitting his back.

I slid under him and kicked out his legs as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Lasers erupted from his eyes again. His physical strength failed him, as he was unable to break my grip or look at me. The lasers just shot into the sky, but slowly moved down to the ground, then over it.

I realized that Oblivion was slowly moving his sights over to the bunker.

“If I die…” He said before coughing blood, “They die with me.”

I tightened my chokehold, but his head was still slowly moving.

“It doesn't have to be like this. Don't force my hand.”

The lasers were getting dangerously close to the bunker… I had to act now.

“I'm sorry…”

I quickly jerked my arms. There was a loud snap as Oblivion’s laser swung into the sky before sputtering out and disappearing. I stepped back as his body fell lifelessly to the ground.

I stood there, staring at the dead body of myself from another world. I was covered in blood, mine and his, and claw marks all over my body were beginning to sting.

Even though we were the same, matched in physical strength and elemental power,

I stood triumphant.

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Triumph

While I could have resolved the conflict in some other way, I figured this would be one Beneath of a way to do that. I mean hey, who doesn't want to have a fist fight with a God? Especially if that God is your stupid uncle. And especially is it results in a really fucking satisfying triumph.

He doesn't know that there's a conflict... yet, but oh, he'll deffinetly know soon.

That bastard was the prick who imprisoned my dad - made him loose his mind - and I am absolutely not here for a mindless beacon of destruction wandering around my house, especially not with Metzley in diapers and Tavius in his angsty art phase. The little shit needs to learn some confidence.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by a bright blue flicker in the forest. Bloody Beneath, of course his arrogant ass needs to wear some bright rag. How else is he going to be the center of attention? I scoff and glare at him from afar. He doesn't see me, thats for sure. Oh my Gods he's alone. Fuck yeah!

I launch myself off of the hill that dad put the mansion on and soar though the air literally just to punch the smug asshole in the face. Once my fist makes contact with his iron skin, a new rage lights up inside me and I bring down a new barrage of punches. Fucking piece of shit isn't so big and strong now, is he?! It is only then when I realise the raw feeling in my throat. Was I saying something? Whatever it was, I hope that it was good. The rage seems to take control and all I see is red. Maybe thats the glowing eyes. With one swift and fury fueled thrust of my bone claw into his chest, I watched as the asshole disintegrated. That's when I notice a scream and look up. Ah fuck. How am I gonna tell dad I traumatized his Gaian friend? I can't even remember her name. All I know is that Alex had a thing for her and her really really green eyes.

Fuck... Alex...

I only realise I'm crying when the faint groan from Selvan fades away and I watch a tear embed itself into the dust.

"Drev...?" I hear a familiar voice behind me. I look up and stare, horrified.

"Alex..." I breathe, not recognizing my tone, "Oh Gods, oh fuck..." I mutter and stumble away from the now meaningless dust.

"Alex... fucking Beneath.. you're not fucking real..." I mumble, burying my face in my bloodied hands. I remember watching her die! She's not real! Alex is dead- of course she would have those scars! She's not here and thats the shit that killed her! I caught myself sobbing when that impersonation knelt next to me.

"Please! I know you're not real, you bitch! You died on me! You fucking left me in this damned life alone!" I yell at her through my sobs. Alex brushes a gentle hand against my cheek, making my look up at her in shock.

"Al...? Fucking Beneath... You're..." I whisper.

"Alive. Yeah, you damned knucklehead. I love you, Drevel." She tells me softly and pulls him into a tight embrace.

"This is repayment for that fucked up night I got you into, isn't it?" I sob, cradling her face in both my hands. Her scarred cheek is leathery and indented. It's strangely soft, too. The scar runs down her whole arm too and down one whole side of her body. I wouldn't have known about that if she wasn't wearing a crop-top. Admittedly, it was a rad scar bud holy Beneath that must have hurt SO bad.

"Its really just payback..." I mumble, hanging my head.

"Not a chance. That's in the past. I'm glad you're safe... you... damn idiot." She huffs, her voice cracking.

"I'm so sorry..." we whisper to each other and press our foreheads together. She's really back. She's really back and she's really ok.

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Triumph

I received this prompt on @thewritersblockdiscord! Feel free to come and participate in some of the weekly prompts!

Context: Rex Everfrost, the Dragon King, is thrown around the multiverse and finds himself in a destroyed and ravaged world where he had become evil and killed everyone. In order to protect the few remaining survivors, he must battle his alternate self

I stared down at the dragon before me, Oblivion; this alternate version of me… It was like looking in a fun-house mirror; my doppelganger was nearly a perfect copy, with only a select few unique differences.

“It’s not too late to give up.” I said cautiously, “Look at me: I'm proof that you're more than just so the instrument of destruction. In so many other worlds we became heroes.”

He tore off his ripped mask, revealing a face identical to mine. His brown hair fell in curls over his forehead. The only difference I could spot was the slightly darker shade of red in his eyes. The red glow of my eyes carried a feeling of protective strength; he carried an overwhelming sense of dominating power.

He growled at me, baring pointed teeth, “The only reason I haven't struck you down yet is that you have my face. So I’ll ask only once, get out of my way.”

I glanced back at the old bunker entrance. Syla and the rest of the survivors were never going to be able to defend themselves down there, and Oblivion wasn't going to stop until they’re all dead.

I sighed and widened my stance; this was going to be one of the hardest battles I've ever fought.

“Try and move me.”

He grinned maniacally, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Lightning surged from his fingertips. I slammed my foot on the ground and a pillar of earth rose to block it. I kicked the pillar and it slid over the ground like ice towards Oblivion. An inferno ignited around him and immediately turned the rock into lava. I raised my arms and a wave of lava sloshed towards him.

A burst of air sent him flying at me. I ducked and grabbed his arm, using his momentum to slam him into the ground.

He sunk into the cracked road as though it were water and completely vanished. My sixth sense barely had time to kick in before he appeared behind me and ran his fist into my spine.

The shock rippled through my entire body and threw me into the remains of a barely standing building. Oblivion followed close behind me, hovering in a small tornado.

I held up my hand and a large blade of light appeared in my hand. I swung at Oblivion, and he barely summoned his own blade in time to counter me.

He parried, his light blade slicing my side. I hissed from the pain and swung at him. He didn't expect the strength in my swing and staggered as the blades connected. I followed up with the other end of the light and sliced his leg. He cried out and shoved me hard, nearly knocking himself over and throwing me against a wall.

I held up my arms like I was holding a ball in between them, then shoved towards Oblivion. A gust of wind slammed him against the wall behind him with a loud crack. I made a pulling motion and the wall was brought down on top of him.

A stone pillar next to me was ripped out of it's place and thrown into me. I was crushed against the wall and I felt the air rush out of my lungs as my rib cage squeezed under the pressure.

The pillar was shoved aside by Oblivion and he clawed at me. I jerked away from him, but his claws caught my chest. I couldn't recover fast enough and he pinned me against the wall, his claws at my throat. I only barely managed to hold him back as he tried to sink his claws in.

I struggled to move his hand away from my throat, but my grip faltered and his claws sank right into my shoulder. I screamed and erected my own claws, stabbing them into his bicep.

He also screamed and pulled away. Arcs of blood flew from where we had stabbed each other. I raised my arm and an eruption of fire swirled to life around him in a blazing inferno.

I lifted myself into the air after him. My fist struck him and launched him through the ceiling. I dashed at him again and again, throwing him through floor after floor. Eventually, we broke through the roof and a lighting bolt quickly threw him down.

I dropped on top of him and pinned his arms with my legs, “We don't have to fight anymore!” I pleaded as I struggled to catch my breath, “Just listen to reason.”

He roared with rage as his eyes flared with light. Flaming beams of energy shot from his eyes. My hand slammed into his jaw and forced his head to the side. The beam sliced through a distant skyscraper.

I quickly let go of his jaw and slammed a punch into his face. The lasers didn't stop. I kept swinging at him, trying to get him to cut out the lasers. When he refused to stop, I held my hands over his eyes.

The energy flared up even more and he screamed as the scent of burning flesh filled the air.

The clouds swirled and a massive lightning bolt through me over the edge of the building. I balanced myself with a small tornado and gently set myself down on the street, immediately falling to my knees. I felt so exhausted… everything ached.

Oblivion slammed down in the street ahead of me. The skin around his eyes was burnt black and smoking. Blood drenched his entire face, making him nearly unrecognizable.

I sighed and shoved myself to my feet. We both took a moment to breathe before attacking.

I flicked my hand, launch a shard of ice at him. He waved his hand and it melted, the water curling into a whip. He cracked it at me. I held up a wall of fire above me, only for it to go low and wrap around my legs. He pulled and I fell to the ground.

I saw him run at me and try to get on top of me, but I pulled my arm to my chest. A large rock came flying from behind him and into the back of his head. He stumbled and I kicked, hitting his back.

I slid under him and kicked out his legs as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Lasers erupted from his eyes again. His physical strength failed him, as he was unable to break my grip or look at me. The lasers just shot into the sky, but slowly moved down to the ground, then over it.

I realized that Oblivion was slowly moving his sights over to the bunker.

“If I die…” He said before coughing blood, “They die with me.”

I tightened my chokehold, but his head was still slowly moving.

“It doesn't have to be like this. Don't force my hand.”

The lasers were getting dangerously close to the bunker… I had to act now.

“I'm sorry…”

I quickly jerked my arms. There was a loud snap as Oblivion’s laser swung into the sky before sputtering out and disappearing. I stepped back as his body fell lifelessly to the ground.

I stood there, staring at the dead body of myself from another world. I was covered in blood, mine and his, and claw marks all over my body were beginning to sting.

Even though we were the same, matched in physical strength and elemental power,

I stood triumphant.

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Broken Dreams

Of course I have to write about a character in my latest WIP.

"Shroud?" She looked back to find her father standing in the doorway.

"Father. Have you come to see me off?" She asked, but his stern stare remained.

"Father, please. All I wished to do was help others. I am not a Silvermagistrate for nothing. You did not send me to that school for nothing! Please! I do not want to go to war!"

"Thousands of Deep Osrocan died and you are telling me you are a coward who wishes to sink himself into his books?!" He yelled. She shrank down.

"I AM NOT A COWARD! I AM STRONG! WOMEN SHOULD NOT GO TO WAR!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. She always did have a short temper. She restrained herself from casting any spell on him for fear of his raw strength. He had been a general in a previous battle against this very enemy. The demons.

"You were born a man and will always be a man, Shroud." He growled at her. She narrowed her eyes.

"You have no idea who I am! How dare I call a man such as you my father?! How dare I allow myself such vulnerability around the likes of you?! How dare I tell myself I loved you when all you've ever done for me is harm?! Goodbye. Traitor." She yelled at him, locking him into a hold and striking fear into him with her magic. Her eyes glowed as her magikas returned to her body and she turned to leave the room and slammed the door behind her. She told her mother where she would be going and not to bother informing the man in her room she once called her father.

She made her way through the broken cobblestone streets out of the Deepshrouds and into the bright light of the rest of Gaia. Once out in the open, she soared over the fields and forests and finally landed at the gates if a familiar school.

The Academy of Westwine.

Hurrying through the halls, she made it to a certain young man's quarters. She knocked once, then twice without an answer but there was no need to knock a third time as she would have placed her knuckles on his forehead.

"Golden Drop! Hello! Uhm... I truly am sorry to wake you at such an hour.."

"Fellorte, come in. You look exhausted and offended. Whats on your mind?" He asked her, cradling her hands in his.

She collapsed into his chest once they sat on his bed.

"I am so tired of everything, Allister. Selvan has not yet answered my prayers and I am left to use my magic to give myself the body I belong in. My father - that traitorous ass - wants me to go to war dispite my career and despite my will. My mind is breaking more and more and dispite how often I sleep to dream, those are breaking too. I can't take it anymore. I simply can't!" She cried into him while he held her close.

"I am here with you, my dear. If you do not have the strength then we will carry your burdens together." He whispered to her. Her sobbing was what etched at the silence in his room for long after the run had risen and long past his class. Yet he stayed there with her, helping her repair those broken dreams.

Taking into regard the amount of time I spent on this, I'm pretty proud of it!

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Broken Dreams

Of course I have to write about a character in my latest WIP.

"Shroud?" She looked back to find her father standing in the doorway.

"Father. Have you come to see me off?" She asked, but his stern stare remained.

"Father, please. All I wished to do was help others. I am not a Silvermagistrate for nothing. You did not send me to that school for nothing! Please! I do not want to go to war!"

"Thousands of Deep Osrocan died and you are telling me you are a coward who wishes to sink himself into his books?!" He yelled. She shrank down.

"I AM NOT A COWARD! I AM STRONG! WOMEN SHOULD NOT GO TO WAR!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. She always did have a short temper. She restrained herself from casting any spell on him for fear of his raw strength. He had been a general in a previous battle against this very enemy. The demons.

"You were born a man and will always be a man, Shroud." He growled at her. She narrowed her eyes.

"You have no idea who I am! How dare I call a man such as you my father?! How dare I allow myself such vulnerability around the likes of you?! How dare I tell myself I loved you when all you've ever done for me is harm?! Goodbye. Traitor." She yelled at him, locking him into a hold and striking fear into him with her magic. Her eyes glowed as her magikas returned to her body and she turned to leave the room and slammed the door behind her. She told her mother where she would be going and not to bother informing the man in her room she once called her father.

She made her way through the broken cobblestone streets out of the Deepshrouds and into the bright light of the rest of Gaia. Once out in the open, she soared over the fields and forests and finally landed at the gates if a familiar school.

The Academy of Westwine.

Hurrying through the halls, she made it to a certain young man's quarters. She knocked once, then twice without an answer but there was no need to knock a third time as she would have placed her knuckles on his forehead.

"Golden Drop! Hello! Uhm... I truly am sorry to wake you at such an hour.."

"Fellorte, come in. You look exhausted and offended. Whats on your mind?" He asked her, cradling her hands in his.

She collapsed into his chest once they sat on his bed.

"I am so tired of everything, Allister. Selvan has not yet answered my prayers and I am left to use my magic to give myself the body I belong in. My father - that traitorous ass - wants me to go to war dispite my career and despite my will. My mind is breaking more and more and dispite how often I sleep to dream, those are breaking too. I can't take it anymore. I simply can't!" She cried into him while he held her close.

"I am here with you, my dear. If you do not have the strength then we will carry your burdens together." He whispered to her. Her sobbing was what etched at the silence in his room for long after the run had risen and long past his class. Yet he stayed there with her, helping her repair those broken dreams.

Taking into regard the amount of time I spent on this, I'm pretty proud of it!

This was from a prompt that I recieved on @thewritersblockdiscord ! Feel free to join to take part in these weekly prompts!