Pathetic Attempts Lead To Greatness

"ROSY WRITINGS" This is a collection of my writings that I have done over my past time. Its mostly drabbles and such, but here I can let some of my intellectualism.

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Enchanted Regains Chapter 2

Enchanted Regains Chapter 2

The walk towards Mr. Evan’s house was least to say an awkward experience, or to Mr. Evans it was. They walked swiftly, both Dumbledore and McGonagall following Mr. Evans in front, who constantly made sure not to be seen with two oddly dressed people. Every now and then Dumbledore would make a comical remark about the time or location, making Mr. Evans walk faster.

As they approached the house, Mr. Evans turned and stared at his two followers.  “As you probably already know, the house is under a protected enchantment.  Any wizards or magic that tries to enter will instantly be shot back. “A hint of pride was cast in his voice before McGonagal spoke.

“You must care deeply for your home to have created such an enchantment.”

“The magic word to know is ‘elixirs Mari’ ; just say it as you enter.” And with that Mr. Evans walked through a pearly white gate.

“I think I shall have the honor of going first, if you don’t mind Minevera.” Dumbledore said as he followed Mr. Evans and repeated the words in front of the house. In an instant he was able to walk past the gate.  McGonagall followed suit still quite weary of what was to come in the home. “Elixirs Mari!” She stated and without a trouble she was able to walk through the gate as well.

“That was less hassle than expected; very kind of you to not give us the wrong password Mr. Rossi.” Timothy raised a brow at McGonagall before speaking. “I don’t possess a demented mind Professor McGonagall.”

  The view of the house was very impressive. It clearly wasn’t something to take in lightly. Just by seeing it, it was more than clear that wealthy people inhabited the home. The house was three stories, and the bright white paint gave an idea that it wasn’t very old.  The gate had been painted the same color as the house to give it an equal view, which illuminated the many flower patches that adorned the outside.

“I see you have done well for yourself Mr. Evans, it is a very wondrous household indeed.” Mr. Evans smiled faintly at Dumbledore’s comment.

“Follow me, and please don’t step on the pansies.” Timothy sighed looking much older as he ran a hand through his light brown hair. In a few seconds he was leaning against the white entrance door taking a deep breath. “Bury me in Italy.”

With that he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The house was no less spectacular than the outside, possibly more. A spiral staircase was seen on the right leading to the other sections of the home. Looking straight ahead it was obvious you would be lead to a large family room and a kitchen connected by an archway. The three wizards entered as the noise of kids laughing and a woman speaking on the television monitor blared. Going further inside the home and directly into the family room two pairs of smaller stairs were seen; one on the left and the other on the right, which lead to other rooms.

“Angela, we have visitors!” Timothy announced. An instant later a dark haired, tanned, and visibly sophisticated woman appeared from the archway leading to the kitchen. “Who did you invite this ti-“

The woman’s focus left Mr. Evan’s gaze to the two companions behind him. Instantly the beautiful way her eyes had been formed turned into a hateful scowl. “What are they doing here? I thought we agreed to never allow any queer company inside.”

Mr. Evans opened his mouth to speak but was beaten by Dumbledore. “Agh, Mrs. Martin, as delightful as ever I see. Hopefully you won’t mind our intrusion upon your home, which is quite marvelous if I may add, but we were just passing by to share some information with Mr. Evans and you.”

Mrs. Martin’s lips pursed and it became clear there was no intention of wanting their company around. “I don’t think any information you are looking for is here, so I suggest you leave this instant. We don’t accept other wizards into our home.” Professor McGonagall made her presence clear.

“I suppose you do not think we traveled all this way just so we would be rejected upon arriving. Nor should you think it was simply so we would gain information that we more than likely already acquire nor that we give information out of charity. Our goal here is much more important than both of you. Now have some curtsey and let your former Headmaster speak.”

Angela stared red-faced at the professor, but held back any angered comment by her Mr. Evan’s sudden grip on the shoulder. He spoke clearly trying to hold back any angered comments as well. “Sit down please. Let’s head to the living room; it seems only natural that we have this conversation in a good mannered way.” With that he along with his wife strode to said location and sat in one of the crescent shaped white couches.

On the other side Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall positioned themselves, before Dumbledore took out and gave a wave of his wand.  Four cups came out of the wall cabinets followed by a glass of clearly expensive wine. “Agh, a good brand indeed, it should help enlighten the mood.” But the mood clearly wasn’t enlightened as each person received a glass. Especially by Tim's, “Go right ahead.”

“Now as your dear and former Professor McGonagall kindly stated, we are here to deliver some important new for your ears only. I am aware that our presence was unannounced, but everything will be justified. But first, is there any that you would like to say Mr.Evans and Ms. Martin? Or should I call you Mrs. Evans as well, Mrs. Martin?”

“Mrs. Evans.” A stiff silence before Mrs. Evans spoke up. “Yes, I’d like to say that it would be better if you got to your point already. This unorthodox visit is already taking longer than I like.”

“Courtesy and respect to your elders are virtues that you have not gained and would still be advised well if learned.” Dumbledore ignored the aghast look from her. “Now as you so wish, we shall proceed.”

Extending his hand into his robes Dumbledore pulled out a small letter. A crimson cross crossed out the four sides of the envelope with a red and gold crest sealing the center.

“What's that?” Angela asked

“Why it’s a simple letter but the beholder is supposed to be, as stated here, Mr. Evans.” With that the letter was handed to Timothy. With a shaky hand Timothy reached across the table and hesitantly took  the letter. The couple stared at each other before removing the seal.

As the envelope was opened a glow of light appeared. A small man formed from the light and stoop on top of the crest. This brought a smile to Timothy's features. The man standing on the envelope was tall lean but with well-built features. It was impossible to distinguish the color of his clothing since the glow made him completely blue but his wealth was evident. Overall he appeared to be a mini hologram.

He began to speak.

“If you are seeing this message then I can safely assume the beholder is Timothy Rossi and Dumbledore has located you. -So then you can assume that our creation worked Tim!” A bright smile grew on the holograms face. “I continued our creation for better communication once you left but never brought it out to the public. And it worked! Oh you should have seen the number of attempts it took to work this charm but it paid off.”

Timothy's excitement became as visible as the man's. “But since you are seeing this then you know that it doesn't let us communicate back and forth. Sadly it only functions like a howler. But still works!”

“Sweetheart is that...” Timothy placed a finger towards the holograms lips and it instantly stopped speaking.

“Yes that's him Angela, its Ryland.” While the excitement was evident on Tim, Angela's face formed into a hateful scowl. Again he put a finger towards the blue figures lips and it began speaking.

“And if it doesn't then I have full trust that Dumbledore shall relay my message onto you.” Ryland’s energetic composure lost some of its happy glow.  “But I think now would be a good time to inform you why I have contacted you after so long.” A silent pause. “As you already know it‘s been six years since the defeat of You-Know-Who, and they've been well spent. Sadly there's always a bad mix to happy endings. I won't be able to be your secret keeper anymore.”  Ryland fell silent for a tense moment. “Tim, I'm dying and your secret won't be protected by me anymore.

The air seemed to be knocked out of Tim's lungs. He couldn't wrap his head around what Ray had said. Ray had always been there for him; his second, best friend, even his best man. A friend who had been there even when he had cowardly escaped a great evil's grasp. In an instant his hands were interlocked with Angela's.

“It was an unexpected incident. I was on a regular ministry inspection located in a great forest in the London swamp area. It went awfully wrong. I was attacked by another wizard my partner nor I had expected. It was a set up of course. Long story short, they sank a curse into my chest and now the poisonous effects it held are spreading.”

Ryland gave a chuckle. “I guess adventuring is a good way to go but the healers still aren't sure for how long I'll live. It could be a few days or a couple of years; they predict I have nine years tops.  Whichever way, I wanted to inform you Tim. I wanted my best mate to know. If I pass away then everyone the spell will be broken and everyone will know you’re alive. Besides, I have a few people after my head as it is. So, I am directing the task to the most trust able man I know. Dumbledore. We have been in contact by ministry workings and he seems like the only appropriate man. No better wizard than the man who defeated Grindleward!

“He has gratefully done us this big favor and because of him your family can continue to be safe. I’ll keep being your keeper until I pass away, but it’s best to have a backup man. Tell Hannah her god-father says hello and stay safe buddy. Remember, I'm always available to be reached. Don't know for how long, but the offer still stands. And always watch you back mate.”

With that the blue man on the letter disappeared. Both Angela and Tim stared at the envelope with pale stricken faces and unreadable expressions.” Angela was the first to speak.

“No.No. This must be a joke of some sort. It can't be true. It's a scam from both of you to gather information from us. But it won't happen!”

“I can assure you with the best of my ability that is not the case. I have accepted the task of being your keeper at the urgent request of Mr. Rayland. I shall keep the information quiet, not only for your sake but for the sake of Mr. Rayland who is a very important Auror in the ministry. But you two must agree and complete the required vow in order for me to become your future keeper. It must be agreed in a year and a half; without it, his wishes shall be futile.”

“Dumbledore is right Angela.” He couldn't believe this was happening. Timothy's grip tightened. He hoped for the best for his friend but the sudden news impacted him. A sudden thought fazed his mind. “Since when have you known?”

The elderly wizard gave a small smile. “I have always had my hopes and suspicions that somehow you and Mrs.Evans had survived. The act of facing Voldermort was very brave and we..”

“Don't you dare say that name in this house!” Angela burst.

“-and well prepared but left me curios.  How did you two, young wizards as you were, survive?”

Both Tim and Angela pressed their lips in a synchronized line.

Once again Angela was the first to speak. “As I said, if you are here to gather information then you are wrongly mistaken. Let’s only discuss the vow.”

“Very well then, we shall not pry more than we are already involved in. Though we are waiting to hear you response to fulfilling Mr.Rylands wish, why don't we hear from our little guests?”

The couple and Professor McGonagal looked up by the last part of the comment. As if on queue a giggle was heard. Then a 'shh!' followed by a 'you stepped on me' from behind the separating archway.

“Now why don't you two come join us in this friendly gathering?” Dumbledore asked.

A moment passed before a small curly head popped out from the archway. Slowly with a bright giggle and blush she came out. The girl looked no older than six. Black curled hair framed her snow like skin and bright hazel eyes.

“I wasn't being bad, but Matty just wanted to play spy. So its his fault also, see he's here too!” She pointed to someone behind the arch, where she was previously hiding at. And slowly another small black haired child came out. It was younger boy. The redness of his cheeks made it noticeable he was embarrassed.  With the shyness of a turtle, he hid behind the girl's legs.

 “Dio Mio.” Timothy sighed trying to hide the growing desperation in his features.

Angela wasn't so prudent in downplaying her anger. “What are you two doing out here? Back upstairs now.”

The girl spoke. “But we were watching t.v and then we heard voices! So we had to come!”

“Now, now Mrs. Martin, there is no reason to send our little companions away. After all, this is their home. Why don't you two come here?” The girl hesitated for a moment before running up to Dumbledore and flashing a big grin.

“HI! Wow, mummy and daddy never told us you were their friend.”

“No I suppose they wouldn't, we haven't seen each other in a long time.” Dumbledore chuckled. “Greetings, my name is Albus Dumbledore. And what would your name be?”

“Albus Dum- uh Dumwedore.” She giggled. “My name Is Hann-”

“You don't need to question the children.” Angela interrupted with a scowl. The young boy was already by her side with his hand interlocked within hers.  “We don't want them being used by people like you.”

“Certainly you don't believe any harm is meant to the children. He simply wished to know the name of one of his future students.” McGonagall inquisitively rose a brow. “You are planning to enroll them Hogwarts right?”

The color drained from the couples face, yet before Timothy could say anything Hannah spoke.

“What is Hog-hog-uh-Hoggiwarts?” She asked curiously while tugging gently on Dumbledore's robes.

Dumbledore merely smiled and leaned down. “Hogwarts is a school for many young wizards and witches, like yourself I'm assuming, that will learn to control their magic. I am the headmaster there.”

Her eyes widened and her rosy lips formed an 'o'. “But Matty and I already know how to control our magic, cause we're special. Mommy is teaching us to control rui-”

“Hannah that is enough!” Angela's anger was vivid. Abruptly she stood up and pulled Hannah roughly by the arm. “You've talked enough today. Go upstairs.”

“Actually I was enjoying our little conversation. But what is this about already knowing magic? I would have thought under-aged activity would have shown.”

It was Timothy's turn to speak. “Hannah is still a young child. She doesn't understand what she's talking about.” He hesitated. “And besides, you promised not to pry.” 

“Interesting fact about children Mr. Evans, they can be more truthful and open minded than many of us grown adults. But I shall keep my word. We still need to agree if you accept your friend’s decision of assigning me as secret keeper or if you'd like to pass the task to someone else. But it is time for my evening scroll through Diagon Alley, I hear Madam Rosemary just got a new order of Chocolate Frogs.” With that he stood up followed by Professor McGonagall. Dusting his robes and flicking his wand, the bottles were put back in their place and that glass Hannah had just grabbed flew out of her hands.

As Professor McGonagall straightened her hat voices were heard coming down from the entrance stairs.  “I told you that entering from the attic door wasn't a good idea.”

“Yeah, well it proved easier than carrying all those groceries through the front.”

“You can be so impartial. I don't remember dropping the cake part of -”

The arguing voices stopped. Coming through on of the two staircases, a red headed female was frozen mid-stop. Her dark brown hues looked to Dumbledore and professor McGonagall in disbelief. Finally she regained composure and smiled.

“Headmaster Dumbledore. Professor McGonagall!“ The redhead stepped from the steps to approach them.  “To what do we owe this surprise?”

“Its is good to see you're well and healthy Miss Martin.” McGonagall reached to shake the woman's hand which had been offered kindly and animatedly.

“Auntie Giselle!” Hannah had run and jumped to give the woman a hug. “We got visited by weird people. I think they can do magic as well!

In contrast to the redhead the male on the steps wasn't so enthusiastic. He stepped down with a patient grin on his face. The lights seemed to reflect off his bald head.

“Dumbledore. And here I thought I wouldn't see you until your last days. How have you been?”

Dumbledore simply touched the tips of his fingers together and nodded. “Ah, the eldest Rossi. A wonder to see you again. Here. After your heart-felt statement about your brother’s death. I'm assuming that unlike the rest, I can still call you a Rossi?”

The man grinned. “Yes, I'm still Benjamin Rossi and I don't plan to change names any time soon. But what are you doing here? My brother must have failed to inform me that you were coming over.”

“I didn't fail to do anything, they just appeared out of nowhere!”

“Professor Dumbledore and I will leave before anymore quarreling peruses.” “Right you are Minevera. It was a pleasure to see all of you again, until our next encounter Mr. Evans.”

After closing the door, Timothy lifted his son and handed him to Angela. There was a tense silence. “Let’s go eat. Put Matthew in his chair, Angela.”

Everyone followed his instructions. Yet he stayed frozen in place. Dumbledore’s offer was difficult to refuse. But also ridiculous. He should just turn the role to his brother, but Rayland’s worse replayed themselves in his mind. ‘Watch your back.’  Benjamin had been a Death Eater, and power was something neither Rossi could shy away from.

The faith of his family relied on this decision. Timothy opened the door and ran. “Dumbledore!” Surprisingly the man still hadn’t apparated and waited with a kind smile.

“If I make you the keeper do you promise to keep my family safe? My children and wife?” Dumbledore nodded. “You have my word. I shall do my best to keep your children safe.  You are clever enough to know that dark times haven’t ended. I will do my best, but I shall let you have the year to rethink of assigning me.”

Timothy caught his breath. “Alright, deal!” Both men shook hands. “Thank you.” 

“Have a lovely mean Mr. Evans.” Three seconds later, and the elderly man released Tim’s hand and apparated.

 Looking at the spot Timothy turned to head back in.

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Enchanted Regains Ch.1

 “Why of course Mr. Evans, my gut told me you’d want something of the sort so I ordered an extra crate just in case. I’m hoping and guessing the restaurant plan is going to begin soon?”

Hearing the word the so called Mr. Evans chuckled. “That’s why I always come to you Mr. McGregor.  You’re the best man to be stocked with fruit and to get the news around.” His green eyes twinkled slightly. “I’m actually planning on opening it soon... it’s in the budget in all but.” Mr. Evans gave a small frown. “..My wife still doesn’t agree with the idea. You know how she is Mr. McGregor, believes it could be a waste of time and resources when I already work the veterinary clinic.” He ran a hand through his hair and sighted. “But overall I think it’s a good idea no matter what Angela or my brothers believes. And I’m pretty sure Mari and Matthew will be grateful once they’re older.”

Mr. McGregor gave a nod and smiled. “Oh yes, I’m sure that daughter of yours will love it; last time she came she was babbled animatedly about it opening and her cooking the pasta.” The old man gave a small chuckle. “As for your four year old boy, he seems to be pretty alright with it, but he is still young after all.”

Mr. Evans chuckled animatedly and took the out his wallet. “Anyways I need to be on my way. Angela and her sister are expecting my brother and me to join them for a family night.” Taking in his words Mr. Gregor complied and exchanged his fruit for the money.  Handing in the bags the elderly man held it firmly making sure Mr. Evans looked up.

“Timothy.” Mr. Evans rose stared curiously not used for the elderly man referring to him as his first name unless it was something worthwhile. “Now, you know you got a mighty passion for that mixing and cooking of yours. Those animals are fine in your care, but I want you to think what makes you fine, not just your wife or brother.” And with that he let go of the bag and stared sternly.

Completely taken back and perplexed by Mr. McGregor’s words, Timothy let a smile twitch his lips as he nodded before walking off and giving a small wave. “Have a good after noon sir.”

Walking away from the site Timothy zipped up his jacket and strode toward the direction of his home. The afternoon had a gray foggy mist as the wind blew leaves and trash through cold the streets of Denver Colorado.  Wrinkling his nose the green eyed man kept his pace before the hairs on his neck rose. A sudden sensation rose over him and he looked straight ahead hoping it wasn’t something besides his imagination. No later than a few seconds that he echoed those thoughts a loud crackling nose sounded behind him and on instinct he turned around. A dark whirl of nothing occurred behind him and in an instant the dark color materialized into a man. Where once had appeared the object now laid standing an elderly looking man with half-moon spectacles, a thick long robe matched topped with a tall hat, and a cherry long beard.

On instinct Timothy reached for something in his jacket pocket, but remembered with regret that the object he searched for hadn’t been placed in there for nearly five years.  Timothy’s eyes never left the man that had appeared, but they stared at him with surprise, fear, and anger.

“I see that you’ve been doing some grocery shopping Mr. Timothy. Always did enjoy a sweet fruit from time to time.” The man spoke with a cherry pleasure in his voice as his hand pulled out a stick from his robes. And with a small wave of the stick a kiwi that had been inside Timothy’s bag flew out and landed in his hand. “Even though peaches were always a preferred fruit of mine.”

Timothy was still speechless and paralyzed by the elderly man’s presence. And seeing the stunt he had just pulled left him jaw slacken. After a brief moment, he regained his sense and continued to glare with displeasure. “D...dumb...” He straightened up and his composure was fixed. “I mean Dumbledore, what a pleasant and complete surprise to find you here in Denver. I didn’t think I’d ever have the pleasure to see my former headmaster again.”  A strong hint of sarcasm has ever evident in Timothy’s tone of speaking to the so called Dumbledore.  Looking over his shoulder he made sure that no one was around to witness his or the other man’s presence; thankfully for him not a single soul besides the two men and a dark grey cat were present.

“Ah, well my appearance came as a surprise because if it had been announced it wouldn’t have been, as you stated, a surprise.” Dumbledore gave cherry smile to match his tone. “But it does not pass my me that you seem quite dissettled by my presence and arrival. I hope I wasn’t intruding your walk at an inconvenient time, but it is always important to be in contact with former students.”

At his words Timothy bite his tongue not wanting to retort in a way that would later get him in deeper conversation. “I know what the definition of surprise is, but I wish to know why after many years the great Dumbledore has decided to searched for this former student. Certainly I’m not the only Hogwarts graduate that you are seeking, or pursuing.”  

Stretching his long fingers as the wooden stick was replaced inside the long robe; Dumbledore’s expression stayed the same even at the sound of Timothy’s hostility.  “You make it seem like if greeting you was a horrible deed, but I’m assuming you have a more pending question you are craving to ask.” Dumbledore waved his hand as sign for Timothy to proceed in talking.

Hesitating for a few brief moments he finally stepped forward in what appeared as anger. “You’re right, and then I’ll ask. How the fuck did you find me?”  If it was possible to hurt someone by glaring the elderly man would have been hurt.

“Now Mr. Rossi, it isn’t very welcoming to talk to someone in that manner.” A third and sudden voice had spoken besides Dumbledore. The cat that had been quiet the whole time had transformed into an elderly women with a tall black hat and round spectacles.

“No, don’t be ignited Ginevera, I’m sure Mr. Rossi here is just taking in our arrival. But by the vendor’s words, I believe he is now... Mr. Evans, is that correct?”

Nothing more could have aggravated Timothy at the moment. “You were listening on my conversations? You were spying on me! For how long has my presence been known to you both, and answer my fucking question!  How did you find me?” The pale and calm face that once was framed onto Timothy had been completely transformed into one of utter anger.

“Well I never!” The elderly women gasped. “I would have thought that your language would have improved all these years Mr. Evans or Rossi, but it seems old habits die hard.”

“Now now Mr. Evans, or as you wish to be called, there is a place and time for everything. And this is certainly not the adequate location for such hysteria.” Dumbledore’s expression remained calm and without rupture. “But I’m sure your questions will all be answered soon, that is if we are able to find a safe and humble place for a calm discussion. Perhaps your home would be appropriate Mr. Evans.”

Timothy knew it was a statement more than a suggestion or question. But before he could reject Dumbledore spoke again. “Plus that way we can express more of your secret guided home.” And at his words Timothy froze. ‘He knows, but how is it possible that he knew.’

And after what seemed like an hourly dragged minute he nodded quite reluctantly. "Just follow me."

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Tears flushed down the young witch's face as she ran desperately in an attempt to get away from the retched place . Her faint footsteps gained speed even though her mind hadn't decided which direction she was headed or who she would bump into. Her running came to an abrupt halt as someone's body made her fall onto the already hard and wet ground; looking up while attempting to peer through the still spreading tears, the young witch gained sight of a wise but young brown haired male. In an instant she jumped to her feet and hugged with a tight force onto his stomach. "Daddy! That Plac.cce!" Her words were barely audible as she gripped inside his coat and tried to muffle the tears back.

"Mari! Calm down, what happened child?" Instinctively the male wrapped his arms around his young daughter, even if the glint from his eyes showed some knowledge of the occurrence. "Call down dear, and tell me everything."

 "I.I. was so frightened! I was horrible, there was a horrible man, and many other people surrounded us! We..it..there was so much pain, and we we..were doing things and..and" Another sob began choking at her throat as a sudden realization came back to her. "Matt! Father, Matt's still back there! He pushed me out of the way of someone but he didn't follow me back." Mari's hand released her father as she gasped and used them to cover her lips. "Oh Father, I left him! He probably didn't catch up as we were running." By this time more tears were spilling over the rims of her silver eyes.

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Practice Drabble: TO BE FINISHED

Blue eye lids fluttered open as a pain swarmed through the young males head. A soft light meet his blue eyelids that weren't covered completely by the usual dark and broken shades. His eyes began to open slowly open and he began blinking slightly. His head began to take consciousness as his hands pressed against the ground pushing him up from what he felt as rough sand. Taking another moment to clear the dizziness away he slowly looked around and noticed his surroundings, to his surprise he was indeed sitting in a beach full of sand and an ocean less than a few feet away. 

His mind seemed foggy not recalling anything or why he was there. Squinting his eyes he stared to the blue beach hoping to remember anything at all. A rush of memories suddenly came back to him in a flash. His thoughts swarmed as he tried to remember and hold back the pain of the immediate rush. ‘Your name is Equius Zahhak, you’re Heir of Void, you are unflappably strong, you’re morial is Nepeta and you…died in hands of Gamzee Makara.’ The images became clearer into his mind as recent events began to make sense. He was dead. He was currently in the after-life. He had died in the hands, choked, by Gamzee Makara in cold blood. The heat of anger swarmed to his face, making him glow a brighter shade of blue. Knowing his fate the blue troll pounded the sand with a loud thud followed by a ripple of sand moments. ‘At least it was a High-blood’

Getting up he stood on wobble legs trying to regain his composure. He decided to look around, after all he was going to stay there for the rest of his existence. Swarming questions filled his mind; what was he going to do now, would some of his ‘friends’ be there to, was Nepeta safe? His fist balled up tightly, if only he had a robot to punch, then maybe some of his stress would be quarterly expressed. A voice quite high pitched knocked him out of his brooding thoughts; looking up he saw something that brought his spirits up but made his stomach drop.

Nepeta. She must’ve just woken up and found him, but if she was there then that meant… she was dead as well. He hadn’t been strong enough to protect her. The small running feline troll ran up to her blue friend as soon as her eyes landed on him. “Equius! Equius! I’m here!" Running as fast as her body could take her she greeted the over-sized troll with one of her famous pounces. Chucking at her actions, he fell to the sand once again, but held Nepeta in a hug. They were together, through life and death they were together. He couldn’t ask for a better morial.

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"Oh Equius! I’m so glad to see you! I just arrived here but didn’t know where I was. One moment I’m sleeping away and the next I’m in waking up in pile of sand.” She gave him a bright but confused smile, before hugging him tightly. “I’m just glad you’re here, the nightmares won’t be so horrible anymore.” Beginning to sit up, he kept his arms tightly around the feline being careful not to hurt her. Lifting his head he began to pet the girl’s head back and forth.

“Do not worry Nepeta, I’m sure we won’t be having to worry about being afraid anymore. You do know where we are right?” He gave her a skeptical look trying his best not to show the sadness in his eyes.

 The bottom lip of Nepeta's lips began to quiver. "I know purfectly well where we are Equius." A pain swelled up in his chest. Not knowing how to he lowered his head closing his eyes tightly. "I'm sorry. I failed as a morial, My mission to protect you failed." Slowly he rised to his feet trying to ignore the feline's eyes.

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