Just a messed up bundle of emotions and ideas

19 (he/him/they/them), demifluid, pansexual, atheist. I'll sometimes write stuff I have an AO3 here

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Marcela Porto Shepherd

 Orphaned at a young age due to a car accident, Shepherd was forced to live on the streets from an extremely young age, during an incident in which she used her biotics for the first time she was inducted into a gang. For the next 10 years she ran with this gang until she was arrested. Due to her biotics the Alliance was called and she was given a choice: she either joined the Alliance and be cleared for her crimes after a few years of service or she went to jail. She chose going into the military.

 In the year of 2176, while on shore leave on Elysium, she helped rally a resistance to defend the colony against an army of mercenaries and pirates during the Skyllian Blitz which earned her the Star of Terra.

 In the year of 2177 while investigating the disappearance of the planet Akuze’s pioneer team, her team was attacked by thresher maws leaving her as the only survivor. After months of therapy, she returned to the military.

 During the year 2183, she was chosen to serve on the Normandy during it’s shakedown run towards Eden Prime, unknowingly changing her fate.

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Fallout NV Protagonists:

·         Courier:

o   Brianna Cross:

§  Escaping to the Mojave after the events of Fallout 3, she and her brother become couriers in order to survive cleanly. Still recovering from old wounds, they prepare for when war breaks out, creating small caches and helping others. After 2 years of this, she’s surprised to hear that her brother is pursuing a different line of work, but after a few months joins her in one last delivery. They make it until Goodsprings until they’re ambushed and left for dead. Thanks to the towns residents they survive, eager to find who did this to them.

 ·         Lone Wanderer:

o   Alan Booker:

§  Due to increasing hostilities in the Capital Wasteland, Alan and his sister run to the other side of the country to escape what’s coming. Arriving there they become courier. One of these deliveries took him to the Divide, his departure coinciding with the area going sky-high. Racked with guilt, he decides to find a different job, eventually doing one last delivery with his sister. After surviving an ambush, they search for their assailant, but the Divide calls him for one last run.

 ·         Chosen One:

o   Tyrell Dubrovsky:

§  Ex-leader of the town of Arroyo, Tyrell spends his days wandering the Mojave helping the people and preparing them for war. He decided to hunker down in Primm before heading towards Nipton when the town is overrun, leaving him to figure out a solution when two strangely familiar youths enter the casino.

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Fallout 3 Protagonist

·         Lone Wanderer:

o   Alan booker:

§  Son of James and Catherine, Brianna’s twin, he was raised at vault 101 after an incident over at the Washington memorial. Raised thinking his mother died during his birth, that he was an only child and that he was born in the vault; he grew up with few problems besides the overseer. Learning to become a doctor/psychologist, he befriended many people during his first 19 years of life, until James left the vault.

·         Courier:

o   Brianna Cross:

§  Biological daughter of James and Catherine, Alan’s twin and adopted by Star Paladin Cross, she was raised in the Citadel after being lost while James and Cross escaped towards vault 101. Was found by Cross while returning to the Citadel, after failing to convince the overseer to let her in, she raised the child as her own, always letting her know about her roots. 19 years later, now a Knight of the Brotherhood, she hears of the vault opening for the first time in years.

  ·         Chosen one:

o   Catherine Booker:

§  Years after saving Arroyo, she decided to see what the rest of the country was like, after a while she stumbled on vault 21 where she met James and, after a few adventures, decided to head to the east coast. There after seeing the state of the Capital Wasteland decided to stay and help however possible. Founding Project Purity, they spent years trying to make it work eventually having twins, until an apparently old enemy attacked, staying behind to buy time for everyone to escape she eventually escaped herself but she was unable to find her family. She eventually bunkered down in Megaton when a vault kid looking for his father enters to town.

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Fallout 2 Protagonists:

· Chosen Ones:

o Tyrell Dubrovsky (Name Subject to change):

§ Natalia and Pat’s grandson, he grew up in Arroyo with the expectations that come with being the leader’s son and the grandson of two of the founders. He grew up with his sister Catherine. He’s currently one of five people being trained by his mother to replace her after her death. He was one of two people chosen to find the Geck to help his town. Many consider this to be a test to prove if he could be the town’s leader.

o Catherine Booker (Name Subject to change):

§ Found in the wastes by Leaf(?), Catherine grew up in the town of Arroyo with her brother Tyrell. Currently being trained by the town’s doctor and by Leaf(?), she was one of the two people chosen to find the Geck to help with the drought the town is suffering from.

· Vault dweller:

o Leaf Durn(?):

The only one of the founders still alive after the time skip, they decide to help the chosen ones find the Geck due to having experience in wandering the wastes.

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·         Vault Dwellers:

o   Albert Cole

§  Albert is a prominent member of the group that wants to leave the vault, but he thinks it’s something that should be done gradually. He is a great talker and many vaulties say that he can talk someone into anything. He was chosen to leave the vault due to his prominence in the group.

o   Max Stone (Name Subject to change)

§  Max is a cargo worker known by his peers for being a great guy, he’s pretty strong because of his job and teaches younger vaulties how to defend themselves during free time. He was chosen due to his intimate relationship with Albert.

o   Natalia Dubrovsky (Name Subject to change)

§  Natalia works with repairs in the vault, friends tend to say that she can fix anything if she puts her mind to it. She’s also an excellent sneak, frequently startling those that aren’t expecting her. She was chosen to leave the vault due to her past as a teen.

o   Leaf Durn (Name Subject to Change)

§  Leaf(?) currently is a teacher’s assistant while they’re training to become a full-fledged teacher, they also tutor many students between classes and when they have free time. They’re one of Max’s students. They were chosen to leave they vault due to the discovery of their vigilantism.

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 Hey guys, sorry for the lack of posts that I promised. I didn’t really have any ideas on starting to post the ideas I have so I decided to start with outlining what I plan on doing, so as I said in my last post, I plan on writing stories set in the Fallout, Mass Effect and Elder Scrolls universes. These stories are still in the planning process as I’m still doing research on some the concepts that some of these games bring so I do a bad job on writing about them (I’m looking at you Fallout and Elder Scrolls).

 In the Fallout universe, I plan on writing about the main plotline of the five main games (Fallout, Fallout 2, Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas and Fallout 4), while changing some parts that think could been done better or that I simply don’t like. I also have ideas on side stories and a theoretical 6th part but those aren’t really thought out much. Also please note that I haven’t had the opportunity to play Fallout 4 so I not sure on some of the details yet. Most of my protagonists for these games are in a decent stage of planning.

 In the Elder Scrolls universe, I plan on writing some of the plotlines of the last three main games (Morrowind, Oblivion and Skyrim) while changing quite a bit actually, I’m still researching mostly for these three games. Please note that I somehow haven’t been able to complete any of these games, mostly due to a lack of time but I’ll get there. I only have one character fleshed out but I’m sure if she’ll stay in the role I gave her.

 In the Mass Effect universe, I’ll only write the plot of the main trilogy, mostly because I haven’t played Andromeda and have no idea on what Bioware plans to do on the new Mass Effect game. I also plan on seeing if there are any big changes on the remaster when it comes out (I doubt that though). I have quite a bit of changes planned for the trilogy and I think my Shephard is the most fleshed out of the character I have done. I also have an idea for the ending that I think will be neat.

 This doesn’t mean that I’m no longer planning my original stories, I’m still planning a lot of stuff but considering that I don’t have a lot of writing experience, I’m thinking these stories that I’m excited about will help with this.

 If you guys have any questions, feel free to ask them.

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So, I have been spending the last few weeks thinking and I decided on writing fanfiction for games that I thought of stories for, it'll be good practice and I really wanna write them. At the moment I thought a relative plotline for the Original Mass Effect trilogy, most of the Fallout games and I have some ideas for some of the Elder Scroll games. I'll be posting some if the stuff I thought for them here during the next few days.

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  I finally decided to write out how magic will work in my stories and decided to write a little bit about it and post it here. It might be subject to change if I get any good ideas.

Magic:

Magic is an energy that exists all over the galaxy, it is the left-over energy from the big bang. Higher beings are made of magic. When it was discovered, the only way to use magic was through trial and error until after sufficient study allowed sapient species to use magic through outside sources until these sapient species started producing magic themselves, in a way that’s similar to different animals, but not all sapient creatures can produce magic and have to resort to other means. Magic can be performed through rituals, magic symbols and through their body.    

While outer magic can be used for many different purposes, inner magic tends to have a singular purpose, such as electricity-based magic or emotion manipulation, and normally differs from person to person, though some children can inherit their parent’s magical abilities alongside having their own.  

Mages can only use so much of their own produced magic before they start feeling headaches, pain and burnout (when you lose immunity to your own magic and start losing your ability to use it.), training can prolong the amount of magic you can use during a duration.

Magic through other means have different weaknesses, ritual require much time and prepare and magic symbols can only have so much power before needing to recharge or being discarded.

In a time comparable to the 1400s magic, while known still hasn’t been completely studied and is treated with caution. While in modern times is treated as part of society.

And while magic tends to be limited to the resources and will of the user, especially crafty mages can use it for seemingly impossible feats.

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Claiden:

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Background: Claiden wasn’t a lucky person, not even his birth had to grace to be normal, due multiple failures in both medical equipment and medical professionals, both of his parents died forcing him to spend the start of his life moving around from family to family until he was of age, forcing him to live on the streets for a few years until he managed one of his first lucky breaks which consisted of him getting a job that barely got him enough money to rent a room to get off of the streets but that was where it ended. Unfortunately, one day while he was heading home from work, he was knocked unconscious and kidnapped for reasons unknown to him.

Unknown to him, during his birth one of Death’s emissaries saw the events unfold and gained a special interest in seeing how his life would move on from then. Unfortunately, their unknown presence caused many problems for him, mostly in the form of the unease those near Claiden felt. This caused an extreme religious faction to suspect him of consorting with an opposing faction and kidnapping him and torturing him for information. This ended up with him beginning toeing the line between life and death and caused him to see the emissary who has been following him. Unbeknownst to him, Death’s emissaries aren’t allowed to consciously affect the living unless it involves rogue phantoms, so the emissary could do nothing except watch Claiden’s destiny unfold in front of him and talk to him to try to sooth the pain. That lasted until after one particularly brutal session when they snapped and broke his vow, saving Claiden’s life and taking him with them and escaping the faction’s base.

After escaping the faction’s lair there still was a few problems, Claiden still had to leave town so he wouldn’t be caught again, and the emissary had to go on trial. Bringing Claiden with them, the emissary went towards their trial. Fortunately, due to a condition of Claiden’s, he wasn’t considered a living being due to his destiny being altered and so it was decided that Claiden would enter training to become another one of Death’s emissaries.

 Personality:

Claiden was never a happy person even before the foster families started playing hot potato with him, he was quiet and shy, something further enforced due to not being able to form any lasting relationships, causing him to take such relationships for granted in the future. He has difficulty relating to people on a personal level due to thinking about all the ways they “hate” him, causing him to stutter around others or even not speaking his mind at all.

His time spent homeless was another blow to his mental health, causing him to hide even more into his “shell” and start to pick up harmful habits to cope with his problems.

When he finally managed to get a job, he was ecstatic and started making plans for his future, he started to become hopeful about his life and started taking care of himself.

After his kidnapping and rescue, he took a turn to the worst and fell back on harmful habits, he started to lash out towards those who wanted to help him. He started losing sleep because of his nightmares, he started getting startled from loud noises and would breakdown when he was reminded of his kidnapping.

During his time training towards becoming an emissary he started seeing someone who helped him deal with all of his life’s baggage, trading his harmful habits for helpful ones and to hopefully one day get better.

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  From now on I’m planning on posting information that I have on the ocs, groups of interest, creatures and world building that are part of my stories. I’ll figure out a few tags to put them under, so they can be organized.

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In need

Alice’s fist banged on the door with a ferociousness that would have broken the door if she wasn’t forcing her traits to stand down, she needed to focus and letting her traits loose wouldn’t help her brother who’s weight she was supporting, his stare seeing everything and nothing as his very soul tried to put itself back together after shattering from overloading itself, giving her a severe headache while their connection wavered as his condition worsened, something that would kill her brother and give her his soul. It almost destroyed her the first time he died, it wrecked him when she died. They were lucky that Arthur knew a healer that begrudgingly helped them all those times. She wouldn’t be banging on this door for no other reason.

 After what was probably a few minutes, the door opened, revealing an orc, the only one that lived in this ‘purely’ human city, he looked at the two people in front of him in silence. She could smell the apathy from him as he sized them up.

 “Fix him.” She said, teeth gritted as she glared at the tall orc, daring him to do nothing as her brother stood at Death’s door. She felt her traits start to appear as she stood in front the silent orc, gums throbbed as her teeth grew and sharpened themselves, her skin itched as the hair she shaved to maintain her cover started growing rapidly, nails getting harder and sharper and senses sharpened as her facial structure grew more monstrous as she started to lose her composure at his silence.

 “I won’t.” He finally said.

 “Why not?! You know that I’ll pay you and I know that you can save hi-”

 “Because then something else will happen and then one of you will return here, begging for me to pick up the pieces so that I can try to fix the broken vases that the both of you are. At one point there won’t be enough left of the both of you to fix, I made a mistake healing the both of you all those times and I won’t repeat that mistake again.” He said with finality, already closing the door on her.

 Her blood boiled as she heard him speak. “So because you don’t want to.” She spat out.

 “No.” He said, his eyes cold as he finally closed the door.

 “If he dies, I’ll come back and show you what being broken is like.” She says as she started carrying Derik out of there, using what self-control she had to not break down the orc’s door and attack him as she stalked away, gears turning in her head as she started thinking about other ways to save her brother.

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A Rude Awakening

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

 That was the only thing going through their head as Darrien backed away from what was left of the old man’s corpse, the strong smell and taste of iron almost made the fledgling vampire throw up, they pushed it back down, not wanting to see what was in their stomach.

 Just imagine that you bit your tongue a little too hard. They thought as they lifted themselves up. “What happened? Why am I here? The last thing I remember wa- No…nononononono.” They panicked as they remembered the vampires attacking their family, the smell of smoke and blood and the hungry blood red eyes that restrained them as they drowned in pain. “The bastards turned me into one of them. What do I do, what do I do? What would my books say? That’s right! I read a book or two with vampires!” They said to themselves as they held on to a tree branch so they don’t fall over, yelping as the branch crumbled in their grip. “What the-” They said as they spit dirt out of their mouths. “Vampires have super strength.” They mumbled as they stood up. As they tried to remember vampirism symptoms as they finally took in their surroundings.

 Looks like I’m in a clearing of a forest. The vampire noticed as they observed the trees around them, eyes widening in shock as they noticed how damaged the trees around them were damaged like a beast tore through the clearing, they then noticed the blood on the ground near the trees and as their eyes followed the trail they made the made the mistake of looking at the corpse, throwing their little composure into the air. The vampire’s legs gave out as they fell to their knees on the floor, tears streaming from their eyes as Darrien started breathing too quickly to be safe as they stared at the old man that had been killed. By me. They thought as it finally sunk in. “The monster that destroyed this area was me… I’m a vampire now, this’ll happen for as long as I’m alive, people will die just from being near me. Vampire don’t die naturally though. What did I do to deserve this?” They said to no one as they looked at the corpse, unable to tear their eyes away. After what felt like an eternity, they turned away from the corpse and ran as fast as physically possible for them now.

 Don’t think about how you’re running faster than a dog. Don’t think at all, just run, run until you collapse, then you’ll think. They thought as the world blurred past him, avoiding trees and rocks as they overexerted themselves and finally crumpled to the floor, heart pounding and ears ringing as they felt their lungs burning. Darrien could see the edge of the forest from this new location. How did I get to that place though, how long is this gap in my memory from the attack? They wondered as they tried to even out their breathing in an attempt to calm down to think.

 “I’m a vampire. I’ll have to deal with it while I try to go back to the farm, someone has to know what happened better than me, but first I’m going to rest here a bit and try not to panic.” They said as they started panicking.

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“This is it.” The thief thought as his assailant raised a crooked blade to finish him off. As the blade descended towards the thief, his world started slowing down as his fate approached him, and even so, his mind wandered towards the noble that managed to occupy his mind. “He better have escaped.”

 Thud!

 As the assassin fell, the thief looked up towards his savior, expecting another member of the guild, and gasped as he took in the noble’s appearance, what used to be impeccable and regal was now in tatters and made him look at home with the city’s beggars, in his hands was the biggest book he had ever seen but what really surprised the thief was the sneer on his face as the noble looked down on the unconscious body. That appearance suited him more than the thief would’ve expected when he first laid eyes on the noble.

 “Are you okay?” The prince asked as he helped the thief up and helped carry the thief’s weight when his knees buckled. The rogue nodded as he checked his savior for any injuries, letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he held when he couldn’t find any. “I’m happy that I made it time, I thought that I was too late.” He said as he looked into the thief’s eyes as they stumbled out of the room in direction of the base’s escape route.

 “Well I’m pissed off that you didn’t escape when we were attacked, but I’ll save my anger for after we escape.” The thief responded, heart pounding in what he thought was exertion as they avoid the sounds of scuffles all around the hideout. “Do you know if anyone managed to escape?”

 “I don’t know, I wasn’t exactly paying attention when I went looking for you.” He answered while he stopped at an intersection, listening for any assailants. “I was extremely worried about you, I-we couldn’t lose you, you’re the most important part of this operation.” He continued after not finding anything.

 He was right and that made it hurt so much, his family didn’t deserve to die like this, slaughtered in this hovel that they called a hideout, they deserved to die in a blaze of glory or at surrounded by their loved ones after a fulfilling life. It was all his own fault too, if he hadn’t recruited them, they wouldn’t be going through this.

 “Stop.” Said the voice that cut through his thoughts. “Don’t you dare think that this is your fault, we both know that if you could, you would stop all of this. So please. Don’t torture yourself like this. You don’t deserve it, no one deserves this happening to them.” The noble said, the thief remained silent though, not knowing how to respond, deciding to pay attention to his surroundings instead and not on his companion

He could see their exit now, it wasn’t pretty though as it would take them through the sewers. His companion appeared to share this opinion if the grimace on his face was of any indication. He turned away when he noticed the prince turning his head towards him, almost missing the resolve that consolidated on his face. Opening the exit’s opening, they escaped into the night, away from the smell of blood and ash.

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I managed to find an old Ao3 account that I used to use and after a while I thought about posting some of the drabbles I've been writing over there, though it's not in order.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Dsf365

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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The pain was too much for any normal person to take, Claiden was swimming in and out of consciousness as his body agonized from the pain. He had started hallucinating again, this time the figure in front of his was a a skeletal figure who used shadows as a cloak, sometimes they were a winged human, when his body was in a better shape he would talk to the figures to stave off his loneliness. They would talk back to him about different things but today the figure was quiet. They really looked like a corpse.

The figure got up and put their hand on Claiden's shoulder and said, "You know what? Screw destiny I'm taking you out of here. You deserve to live." The figure turned their back to him. A scythe appeared on them as they stalked to the door. "I'll help you."

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He woke up with a start when he heard the something break downstairs.

"What the hell?" Kyle muttered, mind racing from the sudden awakening. He crept out of his room and went in the direction of the staircase. When he arrived at the staircase, he tried to calm his heartbeat. He descended the stairs as quietly as he could. As he reached the living room his phone started ringing.

"Shit!" He said shouting as quietly he could. He picked up the call. "Hello?" He whispered.

"Is this Kyle Kabrini?" The caller asked, seemingly unperturbed by Bob's whispering.

"There has been a problem with containment and Kate Ciprino escaped captivity." The words came out of the phone and Bob started sweating heavily, trembling he tried to raise his phone but dropped it. Swearing he fumbled with his phone as he brought his phone to his ear.

"How did it happen?" he asked, voice cracking.

"We don't know. All the cameras malfunctioned, we assume that it was her magic."

"Don't the cameras have magic coating so they can't get damaged by magic?" He almost screamed into the phone. He was barely able to defeat her the first time, he doesn't have a chance of beating her.

"They do but they were overloaded and broke. We're sending some guards to protect you in case she goes after-" Kyle stopped listening when the cold piece of metal touched his head.

"Drop the phone." ordered a voice that brought tremors through his body. It was a cold voice filled with hate and disgust.

The phone hit the floor. "Why are you here?" He asked, trying not to stutter.

"Don't feign interest. You know the two things that you did." She said. "Stay on your knees."

Kyle complied, not wanting to die.

She went around him and sat on his favorite couch. He was puzzled by the bundle in her arm. It quickly turned into horror when the bundle started making baby noises, she had his son.

"Funny how they didn't tell me what happened to him when I was in jail. You didn't even have the basic human decency to tell me, not that it would have saved you now." She started playing with the baby. Bob tried to use this opportunity to his advantage to try to tackle her but his body didn't obey him, clenching itself as to not let him move.

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"Your body won't respond during your worst crisis." The young man muttered, cursing the one who shot him as he drew his last breath.

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"No way." He thought as an intense pain made itself known throughout his body.

"He looks like me, doesn't he?" She asked.

"Of course he does, he's our son." The suffering man forced out between clenched teeth.

"It's almost a pity that he'll grow without a father, but then again, he'll be a better person without you in the picture." With a wave of her hand the gun glowed as she pointed it at his face.

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"Como que ele entrou aqui!?!" O Lance pensou enquanto ele via o seu pai entrar pelas portas do palácio.

" O-o qu-e que você e-está fazendo aqui?" Lance perguntou, sua postura endurecendo com estresse enquanto ele se afastava da figura que se aproximava.

"Estou aqui pra te levar embora. É vergonhoso que você está morando com a pessoa que você foi feito para matar. Vou precisar começar o seu treinamento do zero."

"E-eu não vou." O Lance gagejou, se assustando com a sua rebeldia contra esse homem.

"Como assim você não vai? Você não tem escolha nisso. Você vai voltar comigo e vamos continuar o seu treinamento para que você possa voltar para matar o desgraçado que tomou conta deste castelo." O homem mais velho falou, sua voz cheio de raiva.

"Eu não vou voltar pra aquele lugar horrível com você. Eu não vou voltar para aquele lugar que você fala que é o meu lar e você não pode me forçar devolta pra lá." Ele declarou para o homem, raiva tomando o lugar do medo. "Eu não vou voltar lá mais. Você é quem mais deveria saber que eu não sou o herói da profecia." Isso parece ter enfurecido mais o homem, sua aura escureceu enquanto o seu rosto se contorceu em um rosnado animalesco mas fez pouco para abafar a raiva do adolescente.

"O que você sabe sobre a profecia sua criança ignorante! Você não entende nada deste mundo! Sacrifícios são necessários para salvar está área!" Ele gritou, aparentemente esquecendo que ele está no castelo do Rei Negro.

"Eu deixei de ser uma criança quando você me mandou aqui para morrer." O menino murmurou.

"O que você falou? Eu sou o seu pai e você vai vir comigo!" O homem velho berrou, agarrando o braço do adolescente.

Ele bateu a mão dele pra longe. "Eu falei que eu parei de ser uma porra de uma criança no dia que você me mandou aqui para morrer e você parou de ser o meu pai no dia que você colocou nessa desgraça de cabeça que eu era o escolhido! Bem, deixa eu te falar uma coisa, não é eu!" O Lance gritou, cansado de ouvir o homem falar. Isso parece ter dado medo nele pois ele começou a se afastar do menino. "Eu passei a vida toda sendo treinado, adestrado e espancado para matar alguém que eu não sabia nada a respeito além de rumores e de coisas que ela fez. E adivinha só, ela é a primeira pessoa que me tratou com bondade durante a minha vida toda." O adolescente enfurecido falou enquanto ele começou a se aproximar do homem, chamando as próprias runas que foram espancados para dentro da sua mente. "Vindo aqui foi um dos seus piores erros."