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Ah. I see. NEW STORY ARC AWAAAYYY
Ah. Alright, explains a lot.
Thanks! What timezone are you in?
Well I've finished it now. XD
Why he CRUSHED his promise. xD
The funny thing about a nightmare was that the more you want things to go away, the more they stay. And Frey really wanted to be left alone. It was terrifying to go to sleep every night, but at least in the castle his life wasn't in danger. Now, however, he could very easily die. Though he wasn't thinking about the real world, he did register and understand he was in grave danger.
As the prince stumbled about in the shadows, a tendril wrapped around his stomach. It had think plant hairs that pickled his bare skin. It tightened around him, and the prince screeched in pain. Slowly, it began to lift him off the ground as Frey friend and pounded and even cursed at the monster. It seemed to all be in vain. Frey screamed one final time before the monster put him in its mouth and sharp teeth pierced him like arrows. He coughed up blood as he began to wake.
Frey's eyes fluttered open, and he covered his mouth with both hands before bolting up and running out of the tent. He spit out much blood. This wasn't a good sign; he could have died! Though he knew he had held on to Asbel. Frey didn't have the time nor energy to speak with someone who hated him right now.
The prince felt like he almost had died. If it wasn't for the bright light that woke him up, he wouldn't be breathing anymore. Sucking in a deep breath of wet, rainy night air, Frey was suddenly filled with a sense of dread. Was that a tendril he saw in his own tent?!?!?!?!?! Clamping both hands around his ears, the youngest prince began hyperventilating. Blood continued to leak out of his mouth as Frey began to shout and scream in the dead of night.
I'm in danger.
He ran away, fleeing into the dark forest. It was easier to just run away. Even if he died' he isn't want to be eaten by monsters. The tired and fatigued prince ran like he was missing a leg, stumbling and dropping constantly. His robes were tattered, though his skin continued to be flawless. After a few minutes, the young man let out another cry as he tried to step in the air- there was a hill! He tumbled down it, mostly rolling before landing in a splash in icy water. He couldn't see anything.
"There's blood everywhere!?!!!"
As the prince stumbled about in the shadows, a tendril wrapped around his stomach. It had think plant hairs that pickled his bare skin. It tightened around him, and the prince screeched in pain. Slowly, it began to lift him off the ground as Frey friend and pounded and even cursed at the monster. It seemed to all be in vain. Frey screamed one final time before the monster put him in its mouth and sharp teeth pierced him like arrows. He coughed up blood as he began to wake.
Frey's eyes fluttered open, and he covered his mouth with both hands before bolting up and running out of the tent. He spit out much blood. This wasn't a good sign; he could have died! Though he knew he had held on to Asbel. Frey didn't have the time nor energy to speak with someone who hated him right now.
The prince felt like he almost had died. If it wasn't for the bright light that woke him up, he wouldn't be breathing anymore. Sucking in a deep breath of wet, rainy night air, Frey was suddenly filled with a sense of dread. Was that a tendril he saw in his own tent?!?!?!?!?! Clamping both hands around his ears, the youngest prince began hyperventilating. Blood continued to leak out of his mouth as Frey began to shout and scream in the dead of night.
I'm in danger.
He ran away, fleeing into the dark forest. It was easier to just run away. Even if he died' he isn't want to be eaten by monsters. The tired and fatigued prince ran like he was missing a leg, stumbling and dropping constantly. His robes were tattered, though his skin continued to be flawless. After a few minutes, the young man let out another cry as he tried to step in the air- there was a hill! He tumbled down it, mostly rolling before landing in a splash in icy water. He couldn't see anything.
"There's blood everywhere!?!!!"
Sent PM.
Call me an idiot, but I'm super confused about Path. xD Can I have an explanation...?
Call me an idiot, but I'm super confused about Path. xD Can I have an explanation...?
Edge sobbed bitterly, unable to think or act. It felt like Path would perk back up anytime soon, but he was dead. It didn't feel real. It couldn't have been real, not his big strong knight! What kind of a king was he, what kind of god couldn't protect the single white dragon he ever cared about? He was stuck in a rut, only feeling sorry for himself. However, something else was going to happen.
All of a sudden, Edge was being hugged by warm tiny arms. Though his heart was breaking, it suddenly felt... better? Had this other male saved him? The hydra took a deep breath of air and sighed in relief, before crying again because of his mate. His newly dead mate that lay before him... Edge couldn't bear to look. As he did finally raise his gaze, the boy's eyes widened in shock. "Sleipnir !" He screamed. He then turned to the other boy hugging him. "Skylark!" He then locked ryes with the tall hydra who had brought his kids to the battlefield- Leo.
His eyes were burning with anger and malice; Edge wouldn't hesitate to torture Leo until he wished he had never been made into a hydra. Before he could, though, Skylark commanded his subordinate. "Leo, come and kiss me!" Edge gasped in surprise as Leo obeyed and his son had the nerve to command. Edge was wise enough to know not to correct his son; for he could just as easily be turned into a puppet. Skylark didn't seem to see Path yet, too busy with giggling with his new toy.
"Look, Daddy! I made a slave!" He sang, and Edge would be lying if he wasn't at least a little happy. He knew Leo was lazy, so maybe he handed himself over.
"Good for you, baby! Make more once your strings,r but we have bigger problems,.." He didn't ask irrlelvant questions like how or why they were here. Sleipnir had mended his heart for a reason; so he could potentially save his Path-Path. Brushing Sleipnir to the side, Edge kissed the top of his head, "Everything will be alright. I know how to fix this. Do not be afraid, my love."
With that, the hydra placed a single hand on Path's wound, where the crystal was. It began to darken until it was black. It then encased the dragon's corpse. "This is called the theory of light, boys. If we manage to amplify enough light, we can restore Father's life energy." He hugged both his sons. Skylark, began to cry as he saw Father's body for the first time.
Edge snickered at Leo. "Are you happy being my son's little puppy?" Skylark hugged his Daddy,
"Leo, you are becoming a cute puppy... feel your mind drifting away... Come give me some love!" He sang,.
Charon shivered. "I'm real good on my knees, what do you plan to do...?"
All of a sudden, Edge was being hugged by warm tiny arms. Though his heart was breaking, it suddenly felt... better? Had this other male saved him? The hydra took a deep breath of air and sighed in relief, before crying again because of his mate. His newly dead mate that lay before him... Edge couldn't bear to look. As he did finally raise his gaze, the boy's eyes widened in shock. "Sleipnir !" He screamed. He then turned to the other boy hugging him. "Skylark!" He then locked ryes with the tall hydra who had brought his kids to the battlefield- Leo.
His eyes were burning with anger and malice; Edge wouldn't hesitate to torture Leo until he wished he had never been made into a hydra. Before he could, though, Skylark commanded his subordinate. "Leo, come and kiss me!" Edge gasped in surprise as Leo obeyed and his son had the nerve to command. Edge was wise enough to know not to correct his son; for he could just as easily be turned into a puppet. Skylark didn't seem to see Path yet, too busy with giggling with his new toy.
"Look, Daddy! I made a slave!" He sang, and Edge would be lying if he wasn't at least a little happy. He knew Leo was lazy, so maybe he handed himself over.
"Good for you, baby! Make more once your strings,r but we have bigger problems,.." He didn't ask irrlelvant questions like how or why they were here. Sleipnir had mended his heart for a reason; so he could potentially save his Path-Path. Brushing Sleipnir to the side, Edge kissed the top of his head, "Everything will be alright. I know how to fix this. Do not be afraid, my love."
With that, the hydra placed a single hand on Path's wound, where the crystal was. It began to darken until it was black. It then encased the dragon's corpse. "This is called the theory of light, boys. If we manage to amplify enough light, we can restore Father's life energy." He hugged both his sons. Skylark, began to cry as he saw Father's body for the first time.
Edge snickered at Leo. "Are you happy being my son's little puppy?" Skylark hugged his Daddy,
"Leo, you are becoming a cute puppy... feel your mind drifting away... Come give me some love!" He sang,.
Charon shivered. "I'm real good on my knees, what do you plan to do...?"
Xan waited a few more moments and huffed out a breath of hot air angrily. Though Xan could feel no magical energy and couldn't feel the beating of an aged heart, he had a feeling that the sage was home. Perhaps it was due to the fact the house's chimney had smoke! Though this old man could have been an exception, most if not all honorable wizards only used magic when a problem cannot be solved by other means.
In other words, heating water or cooking with magic is against orthodox teachings. The blue blooded noble highly doubted a great sage wouldn't care about a magical teaching. And it was apparent that the sage was home, and was heating water manually. Xan also was staring intently above him, and the other two boys probably thought he was looking at the sky, but that wasn't it at all.
All his life, Xan had a fixation problem. Though he could describe exactly what he saw down to the number of hairs the creatures had, nobody really understood and believed, so he had eventually stopped speaking of it. By seeing the spirits of the land, Xan could see sprites- water sprites, fire sprites... many, many spirits. He didn't talk to them, though their behavior explained much about how they felt.
While some looked like little people, others looked like animals, or perhaps even a winged radish! Spirits were odd. Currently, there were two spirits above his head. The looked like very long, sleek oarfish and swam in the air. They were steam spirits. Snickering, the boy began to follow the spirits as they swam to a window and slithered inside. Nodding once, the boy then looked into the window. It was dusty and he couldn't see through it. "Believed me, he's home." Xan assured the blue-haired boy.
"By the way, I'm Xanthus van Peale St. Augustine." He recited his full noblesman name with a light smile. He wondered why Ygnatuis didn't answer the door. Certainly he didn't want them to break it with magic!
In other words, heating water or cooking with magic is against orthodox teachings. The blue blooded noble highly doubted a great sage wouldn't care about a magical teaching. And it was apparent that the sage was home, and was heating water manually. Xan also was staring intently above him, and the other two boys probably thought he was looking at the sky, but that wasn't it at all.
All his life, Xan had a fixation problem. Though he could describe exactly what he saw down to the number of hairs the creatures had, nobody really understood and believed, so he had eventually stopped speaking of it. By seeing the spirits of the land, Xan could see sprites- water sprites, fire sprites... many, many spirits. He didn't talk to them, though their behavior explained much about how they felt.
While some looked like little people, others looked like animals, or perhaps even a winged radish! Spirits were odd. Currently, there were two spirits above his head. The looked like very long, sleek oarfish and swam in the air. They were steam spirits. Snickering, the boy began to follow the spirits as they swam to a window and slithered inside. Nodding once, the boy then looked into the window. It was dusty and he couldn't see through it. "Believed me, he's home." Xan assured the blue-haired boy.
"By the way, I'm Xanthus van Peale St. Augustine." He recited his full noblesman name with a light smile. He wondered why Ygnatuis didn't answer the door. Certainly he didn't want them to break it with magic!
Noticing that the lion- the other man's stomach growled, Cyrus snickered despite his new burden. "You should have eaten first, Rulan..." The prince advised uselessly as they continued to walk into the desert. There was sand in his shoes, but he didn't care. The prince loved having the earth brush against him. The desert was an ocean of earth... it was what he wanted to rule and protect forever. Even though he lived his life in the palace, it didn't hide him from the desert. The royal palace had big, uncovered windows that allowed sand to sweep in on the ground floor. It gave the place a very unique look. As the Casseion spoke, Cyrus looked bemusedly, snapped out of his absent state.
"I thought... If I asked nicely you would give me one." Cyrus admitted naively before blushing profusely. How stupid! Did he really just say that? His eyes glittered to the ground as he listened humbly to the other male, whose tongue was as sharp as his teeth. "W-Well, you see... I've taken fencing lessons... uh..." He gritted his teeth. Nobody had ever made him feel so hot and furious before, excluding his better-than-you brothers. "No! I never had to fight for my life, because people don't hate me! And I wanted to cut off your head, snickety-snack!" He shouted angrily before thinking if he could somehow kill Rulan. He then bit his lip. That was wrong of the future king...
"I thought... If I asked nicely you would give me one." Cyrus admitted naively before blushing profusely. How stupid! Did he really just say that? His eyes glittered to the ground as he listened humbly to the other male, whose tongue was as sharp as his teeth. "W-Well, you see... I've taken fencing lessons... uh..." He gritted his teeth. Nobody had ever made him feel so hot and furious before, excluding his better-than-you brothers. "No! I never had to fight for my life, because people don't hate me! And I wanted to cut off your head, snickety-snack!" He shouted angrily before thinking if he could somehow kill Rulan. He then bit his lip. That was wrong of the future king...
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