Dragons, Snipers, Pilots, and more. @solowingmobius - Tumblr Blog

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Plot: Very long. Please reference Messenger convo.

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He was gone again - their father.

Ever since the death of their mother, Shay had been more and more absent at home leaving Lucas to play parent to his own little sister. He didn't mind Brooklyn so much. She was well behaved, respectful, everything that they were taught to be. She gave him no trouble at all.

But Lucas was fifteen. He wanted to go hang out with his friends and play video games until he crashed at ridiculous hours of the night. Instead, here he was, sitting on a lonely back porch watching the barely five year old make random shapes with sticks, shovels, and buckets in the sand box.

He sighed, pulling out his phone. Still no call from their dad. Brooklyn had swim classes in an hour and Lucas did not want to have to walk her there.

There is, however, a text from one of his friends. Lucas opens it to see a wall of text. Probably mad about not being able to hang out again. He closes his phone, shoves it back into his pocket without reading it.

Welp. There goes another one.

It's a scream that makes his head jerk up, though - a horrible, bloodcurdling scream that Lucas is sure he will never forget. He looks to the sandbox first but Brooklyn isn't there.

Shit.

It doesn't take him long to find her. Or rather, the puddle of blood pooling in the overgrown grass, the spindly black legs beside it. His gaze follows them up to a spider-like body, pale flesh, and so many beady little eyes. And then, there, perched at the end of an upturned leg, was Brooklyn.

No. No, not perched. Impaled.

The demon had run her through the chest with one of her own legs, most likely covered a a razor sharp exoskeleton.

Lucas stood but didn't move further. His muscles tensed, eyes widening. He barely kept himself from throwing up, his stomach churning painfully at the sight.

"B-Brooklyn," he called moments later when he found his voice.

Her eyes were on him, the deep blue-green color distorted behind the tears that pooled and spilled over. Her mouth moved and Lucas had the vaguest idea that she was saying his name but if she made any noise at all, it did not reach him.

The demon just laughed, a horrible high-pitched cackle.

"Children of the Dragons' Child, hmm? We'll see about that..."

And before Lucas could even convince himself to move, she had skittered her way into the underbush, the child in tow, and disappeared into the darkness there.

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Lucas is still shaking as he takes a seat next to his father, his fingers curling in and out of the fabric of his jeans. He couldn't erase the sight of the demon from his mind. Every time he closed his eyes, every time his mind wandered, he saw it's leg sticking through Brooklyn's small, limp body. He saw the red of her blood in the corners of his vision.

Above everything, though - above all the terror and grief - he felt anger, a powerful rage burning and writhing in his belly like the fire he breathed. And hate. It was not a foreign emotion but he felt it so strongly.

He hated the demon for what she did to his sister, he hated Brooklyn for wandering too far, he hated Shay for not being there to protect her, he hated the fact that he was sitting here on this couch while his sister suffered and died....he hated himself for not moving, for not rushing to protect her, for being so completely useless.

Shay's words went in one ear and out the other without Lucas even processing them. He wasn't here, not mentally. Instead, he was back in their backyard, crouched in that puddle of Brooklyn's blood, hating himself for letting it happen.

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One glance at his son's face and a peek at his aura told Shay all he needed to know about what his son was feeling. Hatred. He knew Lucas blamed and hated himself for letting his sister get kidnapped. He knew Lucas blamed and hated Shay for not being around to protect them. He hated the demon for attacking and taking Brooklyn. In short, Lucas seemed to hate everyone involved. But Shay said nothing. The last thing he wanted was to invoke Lucas's ire any more.

After a few more minutes, the elder Jade returned, with two tea glasses in his hands. He handed one glass out to Shay, but set the other one on the side table next to Lucas. "Now, my boys, what seems to be the trouble? Better yet, where's Brooklyn? She's usually with you two whenever you visit."

Shay looked away, but still spoke up after taking his tea. "Brooklyn... was attacked and kidnapped right in front of Lucas. We don't know what took her, so all we have to go on is this." He held up the black armor-like piece that fell off the demon. "We need either of you to examine this and tell us who is responsible for taking her. Once we know, we'll head out immediately to go save her."

A quick nod later, he took the piece and said, "I understand. I'll take it to my wife, and I'll have her meet you two out here with what we find. It shouldn't take more than a few minutes. I would go with you two to help rescue dear sweet Brooklyn, but I'm afraid my combat skills have gotten rusty in my old age. But I know you boys will get it done."

The elderly dragon walked up to Lucas and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Now you listen to me, young man. I know what you're feeling. Your anger is valid, but don't let your rage control you. It will only slow you down in the battles ahead. And more importantly, don't blame yourself for what happened. Everything is going to be okay. It may not seem like it right now, but I promise you Lucas, you and your dad will rescue Brooklyn. I believe in you two." When he finished speaking, he left to find out who the armor-like scale belonged to.

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Starter for @aheartofgoldandasoulofsilver

Plot: Very long. Please reference Messenger convo.

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He was gone again - their father.

Ever since the death of their mother, Shay had been more and more absent at home leaving Lucas to play parent to his own little sister. He didn't mind Brooklyn so much. She was well behaved, respectful, everything that they were taught to be. She gave him no trouble at all.

But Lucas was fifteen. He wanted to go hang out with his friends and play video games until he crashed at ridiculous hours of the night. Instead, here he was, sitting on a lonely back porch watching the barely five year old make random shapes with sticks, shovels, and buckets in the sand box.

He sighed, pulling out his phone. Still no call from their dad. Brooklyn had swim classes in an hour and Lucas did not want to have to walk her there.

There is, however, a text from one of his friends. Lucas opens it to see a wall of text. Probably mad about not being able to hang out again. He closes his phone, shoves it back into his pocket without reading it.

Welp. There goes another one.

It's a scream that makes his head jerk up, though - a horrible, bloodcurdling scream that Lucas is sure he will never forget. He looks to the sandbox first but Brooklyn isn't there.

Shit.

It doesn't take him long to find her. Or rather, the puddle of blood pooling in the overgrown grass, the spindly black legs beside it. His gaze follows them up to a spider-like body, pale flesh, and so many beady little eyes. And then, there, perched at the end of an upturned leg, was Brooklyn.

No. No, not perched. Impaled.

The demon had run her through the chest with one of her own legs, most likely covered a a razor sharp exoskeleton.

Lucas stood but didn't move further. His muscles tensed, eyes widening. He barely kept himself from throwing up, his stomach churning painfully at the sight.

"B-Brooklyn," he called moments later when he found his voice.

Her eyes were on him, the deep blue-green color distorted behind the tears that pooled and spilled over. Her mouth moved and Lucas had the vaguest idea that she was saying his name but if she made any noise at all, it did not reach him.

The demon just laughed, a horrible high-pitched cackle.

"Children of the Dragons' Child, hmm? We'll see about that..."

And before Lucas could even convince himself to move, she had skittered her way into the underbush, the child in tow, and disappeared into the darkness there.

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Lucas sits for a moment longer, staring in the place where the demon had disappeared.

Brooklyn was alive? How? No, it didn't matter. Alive or not, she was in danger. His father was right in this regard. They had to go.

He unfurled his own wings, smaller replicas of his father's, and launched himself into the sky after his father.

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By the time the two had landed in front of the Jade household, Lucas had managed to pull himself together. There was no more trace of his tears save for the deep red veins crossing the white of his eyes and the heat that had risen to his cheeks. His jaw was set in a hard line, his fists clenching and unclenching, but those were the only signs of distress he was willing to show now.

He did not wait for his father to act. Lucas had long since stopped waiting for cues from an absent father. Instead, he simply strode up and knocked on the door.

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The door opened, revealing Lucas's grandfather. "Ah, Shay, Lucas. Welcome. Feel free to have a seat. Your grandmother is currently making something in the kitchen, but she will be with you momentarily."

With a nod, Shay took a seat on the couch in the living room. He began to think about who could have caused this. "I hope I'm wrong. I hope the spider demons aren't involved. We killed their leader already. So why would they attack us now...?"

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Starter for @aheartofgoldandasoulofsilver

Plot: Very long. Please reference Messenger convo.

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He was gone again - their father.

Ever since the death of their mother, Shay had been more and more absent at home leaving Lucas to play parent to his own little sister. He didn't mind Brooklyn so much. She was well behaved, respectful, everything that they were taught to be. She gave him no trouble at all.

But Lucas was fifteen. He wanted to go hang out with his friends and play video games until he crashed at ridiculous hours of the night. Instead, here he was, sitting on a lonely back porch watching the barely five year old make random shapes with sticks, shovels, and buckets in the sand box.

He sighed, pulling out his phone. Still no call from their dad. Brooklyn had swim classes in an hour and Lucas did not want to have to walk her there.

There is, however, a text from one of his friends. Lucas opens it to see a wall of text. Probably mad about not being able to hang out again. He closes his phone, shoves it back into his pocket without reading it.

Welp. There goes another one.

It's a scream that makes his head jerk up, though - a horrible, bloodcurdling scream that Lucas is sure he will never forget. He looks to the sandbox first but Brooklyn isn't there.

Shit.

It doesn't take him long to find her. Or rather, the puddle of blood pooling in the overgrown grass, the spindly black legs beside it. His gaze follows them up to a spider-like body, pale flesh, and so many beady little eyes. And then, there, perched at the end of an upturned leg, was Brooklyn.

No. No, not perched. Impaled.

The demon had run her through the chest with one of her own legs, most likely covered a a razor sharp exoskeleton.

Lucas stood but didn't move further. His muscles tensed, eyes widening. He barely kept himself from throwing up, his stomach churning painfully at the sight.

"B-Brooklyn," he called moments later when he found his voice.

Her eyes were on him, the deep blue-green color distorted behind the tears that pooled and spilled over. Her mouth moved and Lucas had the vaguest idea that she was saying his name but if she made any noise at all, it did not reach him.

The demon just laughed, a horrible high-pitched cackle.

"Children of the Dragons' Child, hmm? We'll see about that..."

And before Lucas could even convince himself to move, she had skittered her way into the underbush, the child in tow, and disappeared into the darkness there.

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Lucas sits for a moment longer, staring in the place where the demon had disappeared.

Brooklyn was alive? How? No, it didn't matter. Alive or not, she was in danger. His father was right in this regard. They had to go.

He unfurled his own wings, smaller replicas of his father's, and launched himself into the sky after his father.

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By the time the two had landed in front of the Jade household, Lucas had managed to pull himself together. There was no more trace of his tears save for the deep red veins crossing the white of his eyes and the heat that had risen to his cheeks. His jaw was set in a hard line, his fists clenching and unclenching, but those were the only signs of distress he was willing to show now.

He did not wait for his father to act. Lucas had long since stopped waiting for cues from an absent father. Instead, he simply strode up and knocked on the door.

solowingmobius

The door opened, revealing Lucas's grandfather. "Ah, Shay, Lucas. Welcome. Feel free to have a seat. Your grandmother is currently making something in the kitchen, but she will be with you momentarily."

With a nod, Shay took a seat on the couch in the living room. He began to think about who could have caused this. "I hope I'm wrong. I hope the spider demons aren't involved. We killed their leader already. So why would they attack us now...?"

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Starter for @aheartofgoldandasoulofsilver

Plot: Very long. Please reference Messenger convo.

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He was gone again - their father.

Ever since the death of their mother, Shay had been more and more absent at home leaving Lucas to play parent to his own little sister. He didn't mind Brooklyn so much. She was well behaved, respectful, everything that they were taught to be. She gave him no trouble at all.

But Lucas was fifteen. He wanted to go hang out with his friends and play video games until he crashed at ridiculous hours of the night. Instead, here he was, sitting on a lonely back porch watching the barely five year old make random shapes with sticks, shovels, and buckets in the sand box.

He sighed, pulling out his phone. Still no call from their dad. Brooklyn had swim classes in an hour and Lucas did not want to have to walk her there.

There is, however, a text from one of his friends. Lucas opens it to see a wall of text. Probably mad about not being able to hang out again. He closes his phone, shoves it back into his pocket without reading it.

Welp. There goes another one.

It's a scream that makes his head jerk up, though - a horrible, bloodcurdling scream that Lucas is sure he will never forget. He looks to the sandbox first but Brooklyn isn't there.

Shit.

It doesn't take him long to find her. Or rather, the puddle of blood pooling in the overgrown grass, the spindly black legs beside it. His gaze follows them up to a spider-like body, pale flesh, and so many beady little eyes. And then, there, perched at the end of an upturned leg, was Brooklyn.

No. No, not perched. Impaled.

The demon had run her through the chest with one of her own legs, most likely covered a a razor sharp exoskeleton.

Lucas stood but didn't move further. His muscles tensed, eyes widening. He barely kept himself from throwing up, his stomach churning painfully at the sight.

"B-Brooklyn," he called moments later when he found his voice.

Her eyes were on him, the deep blue-green color distorted behind the tears that pooled and spilled over. Her mouth moved and Lucas had the vaguest idea that she was saying his name but if she made any noise at all, it did not reach him.

The demon just laughed, a horrible high-pitched cackle.

"Children of the Dragons' Child, hmm? We'll see about that..."

And before Lucas could even convince himself to move, she had skittered her way into the underbush, the child in tow, and disappeared into the darkness there.

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Lucas' only answer was another fervent shake of this head.

There was no point. Brooklyn couldn't possibly have survived a wound like that. By the time they made it to his grandmother's and then to the demon, she would be gone - just like his mother. And what would revenge bring them? More death? Would he lose his father too?

"She's gone, Dad," he managed to choke out moments later. Watery, bloodshot eyes rose to meet Shay's. "There...there's no way...."

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The fear and sadness on Lucas's face shook Shay to his core. "No ... no ... she can't be gone. I don't think the kidnapper would've taken a dead body. Brooklyn has to be alive." Using his magic, Shay activated his Aura Enhancement ability, letting him lock on to the life signal of anyone he chose. With a sigh of relief, he found Brooklyn.

"I was right. Brooklyn is alive, but I don't know for how much longer. Her aura is fading. We have to move, now." Unfurling his wings, he stood up and turned to his son. "Let's go. We don't have any time to waste." With a strong flap of his wings, Shay launched himself into the sky and flew off to get some answers.

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Starter for @aheartofgoldandasoulofsilver

Plot: Very long. Please reference Messenger convo.

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He was gone again - their father.

Ever since the death of their mother, Shay had been more and more absent at home leaving Lucas to play parent to his own little sister. He didn't mind Brooklyn so much. She was well behaved, respectful, everything that they were taught to be. She gave him no trouble at all.

But Lucas was fifteen. He wanted to go hang out with his friends and play video games until he crashed at ridiculous hours of the night. Instead, here he was, sitting on a lonely back porch watching the barely five year old make random shapes with sticks, shovels, and buckets in the sand box.

He sighed, pulling out his phone. Still no call from their dad. Brooklyn had swim classes in an hour and Lucas did not want to have to walk her there.

There is, however, a text from one of his friends. Lucas opens it to see a wall of text. Probably mad about not being able to hang out again. He closes his phone, shoves it back into his pocket without reading it.

Welp. There goes another one.

It's a scream that makes his head jerk up, though - a horrible, bloodcurdling scream that Lucas is sure he will never forget. He looks to the sandbox first but Brooklyn isn't there.

Shit.

It doesn't take him long to find her. Or rather, the puddle of blood pooling in the overgrown grass, the spindly black legs beside it. His gaze follows them up to a spider-like body, pale flesh, and so many beady little eyes. And then, there, perched at the end of an upturned leg, was Brooklyn.

No. No, not perched. Impaled.

The demon had run her through the chest with one of her own legs, most likely covered a a razor sharp exoskeleton.

Lucas stood but didn't move further. His muscles tensed, eyes widening. He barely kept himself from throwing up, his stomach churning painfully at the sight.

"B-Brooklyn," he called moments later when he found his voice.

Her eyes were on him, the deep blue-green color distorted behind the tears that pooled and spilled over. Her mouth moved and Lucas had the vaguest idea that she was saying his name but if she made any noise at all, it did not reach him.

The demon just laughed, a horrible high-pitched cackle.

"Children of the Dragons' Child, hmm? We'll see about that..."

And before Lucas could even convince himself to move, she had skittered her way into the underbush, the child in tow, and disappeared into the darkness there.

solowingmobius

Pain.

That's all Shay ever felt in his heart since the horrific loss of his wife, Zaria. His kids were his only light left, and he did his best to take care of them despite everything he was going through, and that included managing an evil power inside of him, named Ryuga, who could take over his body and wreak havoc and chaos in an instant.

So where was he? Flying through the Underworld, searching for something, anything, to help bring Zaria back from the dead and reform their family. It's all Shay ever wanted anymore.

But now something worse happened. His heart began to hurt. Badly. It felt like a piece of his very soul was being attacked. He knew instantly who was in danger.

Brooklyn!!

Shay portaled up to his house in the Overworld as fast as he could. He pinged his aura countless times, trying to locate his kids. Lucas's signal was there, but it was small and weak, a sure sign of emotional, mental, or physical distress. Brooklyn's was nowhere to be found. Panic instantly filled Shay’s mind.

Shay burst outside to the backyard, and saw the horrid sight before him. A pool of blood was sitting in the grass, and his son was frozen in fear with tears in his eyes.

He fell to his knees beside his son, and with a pained, quivering voice, asked,

"Lucas ... buddy .. what happened..? Where's Brooklyn..?"

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By the time Shay had arrived, Lucas had crossed the yard, calling - or rather screaming - his sister's name. He knew it would make no difference. The demon was gone, Lucas had no way of following, and that was if Brooklyn was even still alive. From the look of that wound, if she was, she wouldn't be for long - daughter of the Dragons' Child or not.

He collapsed there, his knees sinking into the thick, sticky red of his sister's blood. He felt it seeping through his jeans but he didn't move. Lucas only sat there, eyes trained on his stupid, useless hands.

Why didn't he help her? Why didn't he fight the demon? Why didn't he run after them? Why didn't he do something? Brooklyn was probably dead now and it was his fault. His.

No...his father's voice sounded beside him and it reminded him of something, of all the anger that had built up over the years, all the resentment, all the longing. It wasn't his fault. He was just a kid doing his best. If anyone was to blame, it was his father. He should have been here. He should have protected her. Is that not what father's were meant to do.

His eyes narrowed, his fingers curled into fists. Suddenly, Lucas got to his feet whirling around to face his father. Suddenly, he understood the power his grandmother had once relied on - the power of fury.

"Where were you?" He growled. "Where the hell were you?"

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Shay could only look down, a pained expression on his face. Tears were flowing down his cheeks. He had no response for his son's outburst. He knew that Lucas's anger was completely justified. Shay hadn't been there for his kids. It tore his heart apart thinking about it. He wished with all his heart that he could make things right, but the pain just got worse the more he realized how much he'd failed them.

Shay regained his composure long enough to finally give Lucas an answer: "No amount of apologizing will ever make up for what I've put you kids through. I've been away for so often, and for so long... trying to find a way to bring your mom back. So we could be a family again. But that's still no excuse..."

He finally dared to look up at his son, the pain still evident on his face. "Lucas, I've been a horrible dad to both you and Brooklyn. You both deserved better. I don't expect you to forgive me for what I've put you both through. You can hate me for the rest of your life after this is over. I don't care. I know I deserve it, anyway." His voice was barely understandable, as it continuously broke through his hyperventilating, sorrow, and panic.

Shay finally got off his knees and calmed down about a minute later, not taking his eyes off Lucas. "We need to get Brooklyn back. I need you to tell me what took her. It may give me an idea on where to start looking, or who is behind this. They need to pay for this."

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No, no, no, no. This wasn't how it worked.

This was such a petty thing to focus on right now, while his sister was probably scared and hurting, if not already dead, but his father did not get to come in and speak pretty words and think it would all be okay. It wouldn't. His words, his tears, they changed nothing.

He was right about one thing, though: they needed to save Brooklyn.

But the sight of his father's tears, the memories of Brooklyn's little face and the way her lips had traced his name, the unfamiliar flames of his anger were overwhelming to the boy. His answer was interrupted before it even began by a violent sob that shook his whole body.

She's gone, he wanted to say. The spider demon killed her and then ran off into the darkness.

And I let her go.

No. No, not him. His father. He let her go long before the demon ever showed up.

Instead, all he could do was sink back to the ground and shake his head.

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All Shay could do while his son sobbed was just watch in silence. Guilt wracked his brain and ensnared his heart. 'This is all my fault.' he thought, 'I should've been there for them, to protect them. It's my fault Brooklyn was taken...'

Shay finally stood up walked over to the pool of blood, and began to examine it, while saying solemnly, "I know you blame me for what's happened here. You have every right to. Don't blame yourself for my failures. You've done nothing wrong. You can be angry at me all you want, Lucas. I deserve it."

As he examined the pool, something caught his eye. Something shiny and black. He picked it up carefully and looked it over. It looked like some sort of armor piece, no .. an exoskeleton..? The clues in his head began to click, and the more Shay thought about who did this, the angrier he got.

After drying his tears and regaining his voice, he said, "Lucas, we need to go see your grandmother. Now. I found something in your sister's blood that may lead us to who did this. I have a suspicion as to who it could be, but I need her to confirm this. If I'm right about the culprit ..." his body began to heat up so much that it was warming the surrounding area, and smoke began to flow out of his mouth.

"then we have to move fast."

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Starter for @aheartofgoldandasoulofsilver

Plot: Very long. Please reference Messenger convo.

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He was gone again - their father.

Ever since the death of their mother, Shay had been more and more absent at home leaving Lucas to play parent to his own little sister. He didn't mind Brooklyn so much. She was well behaved, respectful, everything that they were taught to be. She gave him no trouble at all.

But Lucas was fifteen. He wanted to go hang out with his friends and play video games until he crashed at ridiculous hours of the night. Instead, here he was, sitting on a lonely back porch watching the barely five year old make random shapes with sticks, shovels, and buckets in the sand box.

He sighed, pulling out his phone. Still no call from their dad. Brooklyn had swim classes in an hour and Lucas did not want to have to walk her there.

There is, however, a text from one of his friends. Lucas opens it to see a wall of text. Probably mad about not being able to hang out again. He closes his phone, shoves it back into his pocket without reading it.

Welp. There goes another one.

It's a scream that makes his head jerk up, though - a horrible, bloodcurdling scream that Lucas is sure he will never forget. He looks to the sandbox first but Brooklyn isn't there.

Shit.

It doesn't take him long to find her. Or rather, the puddle of blood pooling in the overgrown grass, the spindly black legs beside it. His gaze follows them up to a spider-like body, pale flesh, and so many beady little eyes. And then, there, perched at the end of an upturned leg, was Brooklyn.

No. No, not perched. Impaled.

The demon had run her through the chest with one of her own legs, most likely covered a a razor sharp exoskeleton.

Lucas stood but didn't move further. His muscles tensed, eyes widening. He barely kept himself from throwing up, his stomach churning painfully at the sight.

"B-Brooklyn," he called moments later when he found his voice.

Her eyes were on him, the deep blue-green color distorted behind the tears that pooled and spilled over. Her mouth moved and Lucas had the vaguest idea that she was saying his name but if she made any noise at all, it did not reach him.

The demon just laughed, a horrible high-pitched cackle.

"Children of the Dragons' Child, hmm? We'll see about that..."

And before Lucas could even convince himself to move, she had skittered her way into the underbush, the child in tow, and disappeared into the darkness there.

solowingmobius

Pain.

That's all Shay ever felt in his heart since the horrific loss of his wife, Zaria. His kids were his only light left, and he did his best to take care of them despite everything he was going through, and that included managing an evil power inside of him, named Ryuga, who could take over his body and wreak havoc and chaos in an instant.

So where was he? Flying through the Underworld, searching for something, anything, to help bring Zaria back from the dead and reform their family. It's all Shay ever wanted anymore.

But now something worse happened. His heart began to hurt. Badly. It felt like a piece of his very soul was being attacked. He knew instantly who was in danger.

Brooklyn!!

Shay portaled up to his house in the Overworld as fast as he could. He pinged his aura countless times, trying to locate his kids. Lucas's signal was there, but it was small and weak, a sure sign of emotional, mental, or physical distress. Brooklyn's was nowhere to be found. Panic instantly filled Shay’s mind.

Shay burst outside to the backyard, and saw the horrid sight before him. A pool of blood was sitting in the grass, and his son was frozen in fear with tears in his eyes.

He fell to his knees beside his son, and with a pained, quivering voice, asked,

"Lucas ... buddy .. what happened..? Where's Brooklyn..?"

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By the time Shay had arrived, Lucas had crossed the yard, calling - or rather screaming - his sister's name. He knew it would make no difference. The demon was gone, Lucas had no way of following, and that was if Brooklyn was even still alive. From the look of that wound, if she was, she wouldn't be for long - daughter of the Dragons' Child or not.

He collapsed there, his knees sinking into the thick, sticky red of his sister's blood. He felt it seeping through his jeans but he didn't move. Lucas only sat there, eyes trained on his stupid, useless hands.

Why didn't he help her? Why didn't he fight the demon? Why didn't he run after them? Why didn't he do something? Brooklyn was probably dead now and it was his fault. His.

No...his father's voice sounded beside him and it reminded him of something, of all the anger that had built up over the years, all the resentment, all the longing. It wasn't his fault. He was just a kid doing his best. If anyone was to blame, it was his father. He should have been here. He should have protected her. Is that not what father's were meant to do.

His eyes narrowed, his fingers curled into fists. Suddenly, Lucas got to his feet whirling around to face his father. Suddenly, he understood the power his grandmother had once relied on - the power of fury.

"Where were you?" He growled. "Where the hell were you?"

solowingmobius

Shay could only look down, a pained expression on his face. Tears were flowing down his cheeks. He had no response for his son's outburst. He knew that Lucas's anger was completely justified. Shay hadn't been there for his kids. It tore his heart apart thinking about it. He wished with all his heart that he could make things right, but the pain just got worse the more he realized how much he'd failed them.

Shay regained his composure long enough to finally give Lucas an answer: "No amount of apologizing will ever make up for what I've put you kids through. I've been away for so often, and for so long... trying to find a way to bring your mom back. So we could be a family again. But that's still no excuse..."

He finally dared to look up at his son, the pain still evident on his face. "Lucas, I've been a horrible dad to both you and Brooklyn. You both deserved better. I don't expect you to forgive me for what I've put you both through. You can hate me for the rest of your life after this is over. I don't care. I know I deserve it, anyway." His voice was barely understandable, as it continuously broke through his hyperventilating, sorrow, and panic.

Shay finally got off his knees and calmed down about a minute later, not taking his eyes off Lucas. "We need to get Brooklyn back. I need you to tell me what took her. It may give me an idea on where to start looking, or who is behind this. They need to pay for this."

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Starter for @aheartofgoldandasoulofsilver

Plot: Very long. Please reference Messenger convo.

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He was gone again - their father.

Ever since the death of their mother, Shay had been more and more absent at home leaving Lucas to play parent to his own little sister. He didn't mind Brooklyn so much. She was well behaved, respectful, everything that they were taught to be. She gave him no trouble at all.

But Lucas was fifteen. He wanted to go hang out with his friends and play video games until he crashed at ridiculous hours of the night. Instead, here he was, sitting on a lonely back porch watching the barely five year old make random shapes with sticks, shovels, and buckets in the sand box.

He sighed, pulling out his phone. Still no call from their dad. Brooklyn had swim classes in an hour and Lucas did not want to have to walk her there.

There is, however, a text from one of his friends. Lucas opens it to see a wall of text. Probably mad about not being able to hang out again. He closes his phone, shoves it back into his pocket without reading it.

Welp. There goes another one.

It's a scream that makes his head jerk up, though - a horrible, bloodcurdling scream that Lucas is sure he will never forget. He looks to the sandbox first but Brooklyn isn't there.

Shit.

It doesn't take him long to find her. Or rather, the puddle of blood pooling in the overgrown grass, the spindly black legs beside it. His gaze follows them up to a spider-like body, pale flesh, and so many beady little eyes. And then, there, perched at the end of an upturned leg, was Brooklyn.

No. No, not perched. Impaled.

The demon had run her through the chest with one of her own legs, most likely covered a a razor sharp exoskeleton.

Lucas stood but didn't move further. His muscles tensed, eyes widening. He barely kept himself from throwing up, his stomach churning painfully at the sight.

"B-Brooklyn," he called moments later when he found his voice.

Her eyes were on him, the deep blue-green color distorted behind the tears that pooled and spilled over. Her mouth moved and Lucas had the vaguest idea that she was saying his name but if she made any noise at all, it did not reach him.

The demon just laughed, a horrible high-pitched cackle.

"Children of the Dragons' Child, hmm? We'll see about that..."

And before Lucas could even convince himself to move, she had skittered her way into the underbush, the child in tow, and disappeared into the darkness there.

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Pain.

That's all Shay ever felt in his heart since the horrific loss of his wife, Zaria. His kids were his only light left, and he did his best to take care of them despite everything he was going through, and that included managing an evil power inside of him, named Ryuga, who could take over his body and wreak havoc and chaos in an instant.

So where was he? Flying through the Underworld, searching for something, anything, to help bring Zaria back from the dead and reform their family. It's all Shay ever wanted anymore.

But now something worse happened. His heart began to hurt. Badly. It felt like a piece of his very soul was being attacked. He knew instantly who was in danger.

Brooklyn!!

Shay portaled up to his house in the Overworld as fast as he could. He pinged his aura countless times, trying to locate his kids. Lucas's signal was there, but it was small and weak, a sure sign of emotional, mental, or physical distress. Brooklyn's was nowhere to be found. Panic instantly filled Shay’s mind.

Shay burst outside to the backyard, and saw the horrid sight before him. A pool of blood was sitting in the grass, and his son was frozen in fear with tears in his eyes.

He fell to his knees beside his son, and with a pained, quivering voice, asked,

"Lucas ... buddy .. what happened..? Where's Brooklyn..?"

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🚖 - weekend getaway - Shay and Zaria

They had to get out. Zaria just...couldn't stay in that house anymore. She didn't feel safe there. She didn't feel like Lucas was safe there. Not after what had happened.

Those people...they had taken her baby. They had rendered her and Shay helpless and snatched their little one away while they couldn't fight back. They could have hurt him, they could have killed him, and Zaria and Shay would have been completely powerless.

She glanced back to peer at the sleeping form of her son in the backseat of their rented car. It was a habit she had quickly formed to ensure their son never slipped passed her sight ever again.

"We'll have to stop for dinner when he wakes up," she says quietly, moving to look out the window again. The world seemed to pass her by in a blur. "He'll be hungry."

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Shay kept his focus on the road as best he could. Occasionally he would glance in the rear view to make sure nobody was following them. They'd been on the road for a few hours, trying to get as much distance as possible between them and the mercenaries who captured Lucas.

"Yeah, I know. We'll stop soon. I'm just hoping he doesn't wake up for a while longer." He said to his wife. In a hushed voice, he said, "You think they're still after us? I doubt they would attack us again after the message I sent them, but ... I can't help shaking the feeling that we haven't seen the last of them."

Muses’ Pokemon Team

Victor Ravenhearst - 1-800-Hitmen

1. Inteleon - “It has many hidden capabilities, such as fingertips that can shoot water and a membrane on its back that it can use to glide through the air.” - Sword “Its nictitating membranes let it pick out foes' weak points so it can precisely blast them with water that shoots from its fingertips at Mach 3.” - Shield

Both of these entries can apply to Victor’s specialty as an assassin. Victor’s specialty is sniping, something Inteleon is also very good at. The Water typing complements this, as Victor is usually calm and collected during a mission. Add the fact that Inteleon is called the Secret Agent Pokemon, and there you go. This Pokemon would probably be Victor’s ace. 2. Corviknight - “This Pokémon reigns supreme in the skies of the Galar region. The black luster of its steel body could drive terror into the heart of any foe.” - Sword

If there is one Pokemon that can represent Victor’s name, this one is it. Corviknight is called the Raven Pokemon, and ravens were a big part of Victor’s early life. A nest of ravens lived near his childhood home, and Victor would occasionally take care of them and offer them food. In return, the ravens would find shiny trinkets and gift them to Victor. He has a secret lockbox filled with these treasures, and only he knows the code to open it. It’s one of the very few happy memories Victor has of his childhood. He occasionally opens the box when nobody else is around, as he dreads the day when he has to tell his team the truth about his childhood, and what really happened to make him who he is. 3. Aegislash - “Apparently, it can detect the innate qualities of leadership. According to legend, whoever it recognizes is destined to become king.” - Alpha Sapphire

Aegislash best represents Victor’s leadership qualities as the head of Division 25. Aegislash has two forms - Shield and Blade. This fits well with Victor’s reasoning for becoming an assassin at age 19: to make the world a safer and better place, the corrupt, power-hungry, and exploiters must be eliminated. Shield Form represents his desire to protect the public, and Blade Form represents the method by which he makes this goal a reality: bloodshed.

4. Duskull - “Duskull can pass through any wall no matter how thick it may be. Once this Pokémon chooses a target, it will doggedly pursue the intended victim until the break of dawn.” - Omega Ruby “A glare from its single scarlet eye makes even burly grown-ups freeze in utter fear. It is a nocturnal Pokémon that roams about under the cloak of darkness.” - Emerald “It loves the crying of children. It startles bad kids by passing through walls and making them cry.” - Platinum

Duskull is the Pokemon that perfectly represents the tragedy that was Victor’s childhood. He grew up in a mostly normal home, until he learned the truth at the young age of 7. Just after his mother passed away, he found his father Charles working on some kind of big machine in a secret basement, with dead bodies littered around the room with wires and other mechanical things attached to them. Inside the big machine was his mother, and Victor soon realized what his father had done: he had kidnapped multiple people, murdered them, and somehow taken their life energy to give to his deceased wife in an attempt to bring her back to life and to grant him immortality. Once Victor was spotted, his father grabbed a knife and tried to kill Victor in order to keep the secret. However, Victor managed to elude his father and call the police on his dad. Soon after, his dad was arrested and sentenced to death, and after Victor gave his mother and the rest of the dead a proper burial, he destroyed the machine and ended up burning his childhood home down to cinders as a result. Victor was crying throughout the entire ordeal. And what does Duskull love? Crying kids. Although in this case, I feel Duskull would actually be sorry for all the emotional pain Victor had to endure. Victor never wants to talk about his past. It traumatizes him to this very day, and his greatest fear is having to tell his team what he went through, as he never wants to keep that memory alive.

5. Braviary - “For the sake of its friends, this brave warrior of the sky will not stop battling, even if injured.” - Omega Ruby

Braviary would be a great fit for Victor, as Victor will do anything to keep his teammates safe. He has never lost a teammate, and he will go to great lengths to ensure his team comes home alive, no matter what.

6. Dragapult - “When it isn't battling, it keeps Dreepy in the holes on its horns. Once a fight starts, it launches the Dreepy like supersonic missiles.” - Sword

And finally we come to Dragapult. The bond between Dreepy and Dragapult reminds me of the relationship between Victor and his apprentice, Finley. Victor is training Finley to be a deadly assassin like himself, and while he won’t admit it outright, Victor sees Finley as a little sister instead of an apprentice. Also, the supersonic missile aspect of the Pokedex entry can be loosely alluded to the sniper profession that Victor is teaching Finley.

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sweet and pure asks

🐰- do you believe in soul mates?

💌- diary or journal?

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

💕- are you crushing on someone?

💋- kissing in the dark or kissing in the rain?

🐝- describe your aesthetic in emojis

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

💖- have you ever been in love?

🍰- strawberry or vanilla?

🍯- describe your favorite smell

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

🍪- cookie dough or cookies?

☕- coffee or tea?

🍃- would you rather live in a sea with mermaids or a forest with fairies?

🍂- what’s your middle name?

💫- what is your sun, moon, and rising sign?

🌧️- favorite thing to do on rainy days?

🍭- how tall are you?

💒- which show would you want to live in?

🎄- what is your favorite holiday?

🍦- what scented candle is your favorite?

🎶- favorite song right now?

💘- 3 ways to win your heart?

🍩- current mood?

❄️- what is your favorite season?

💍- your current relationship status?

📷- a photo of yourself

💅🏻- do you like being spoiled?

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

🦄- how do you perceive yourself?

🦋- how do you think others perceive you?

🌈- things I find attractive in girls/guys

🍓- one secret about yourself

🍒- how do you act when you have a crush?

💔- the reason behind your last breakup?

💬- what your last text message says?

🎥- what show are you currently binging on?

⛅- what is your morning routine?

💗- who do you miss?

🥀- last time you cried?

🎁- when is your birthday?

🔪- scariest/creepiest experience?

💤- date someone younger, older, or same age as you?

🎀- any question you want

~~Not mine

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Fighting Fire Against Fire

Continued from x; @aheartofgoldandasoulofsilver

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Kári's gaze moves to the dragon as the man's voice sounds in his head. This feels wrong, like a betrayal. He isn't incapable of standing up to Enya, he's done it plenty of times before, but this is not a matter to be discussed with her in such a heated state and it is not something to be spoken about behind her back.

He knows that. Yet, he still answers.

His jaw tightens as he listens to Jaden analyze his heavily conflicted emotions. Yes. Kári does want his baby girl back. He wants her back so bad. But the others have valid points too and he certainly can't act without them.

"You've said it," Kári answers. There's just a touch of bitterness - perhaps irritation - that would not have easily shown through had this not all been in his mind. "I do want my daughter back but I also fear the reprecussions our actions will force upon her. I want to do this but what if she does get hurt? We can't lock her away forever."

He mentions nothing of Hyoga's words and that is for good reason. Kári will bend heaven and earth to protect his family. Rules of nature be damned.

solowingmobius

Jaden thought for a moment, then spoke back into Kari's head. "There's one last thing we could try, but it's incredibly risky. It will bring Zaria back if it works, no questions asked, but the danger of this plan is beyond immense. All we'd need is the Time Stone, and ... a foolproof plan to either kill Aris again without casualties or to prevent Zaria from ever joining the battle in the first place."

With a dead-serious stare, Jaden revealed his plan to the young shifter. "We take a small team and go back in time ourselves. It is possible to pull off, but the altered timeline that results is something none of us will be able to predict. We will make a brand-new future if we succeed. And we only get one shot at this. The Primal Forces of Light, Shadow, and Time only allow this opportunity once every millennium; to correct one injustice or wrong inflicted against humanity. Because Zaria was the prophesied Dragon's Child, this would fall within their guidelines."

The elder Obsidian looked back up at Kári and issued his ultimatum. "So, young man, that is the other plan. And this time, if you so choose, you will be able to join the fight and increase the chance that we will save your daughter. So please, speak your mind."

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Kári listens perhaps a bit more intently this time. Time travel was still unnatural and dangerous, a privilege they didn't really deserve, but it was better than raising the dead. And the repercussions couldn't be horrible. Zarin would keep her life, they would keep their daughter, Lucas would keep his mother. That was it. It would simply be like she never died at all. How could that drastically change the world for the worse?

He nods.

"I can talk to everyone. They might go for this but...let me do it. You have to be...delicate with Enya sometimes."

solowingmobius

Jaden only nodded as Kári spoke. "I understand. Do what you must, my friend. I wish you the best of luck." Jaden cut off his connection with Kári and reopened his link with Shay. "Alright my boy, we may have a plan after all. We'll just need you to locate the Time Stone. If Kári is able to convince Enya and Hyoga, then we can very possibly travel back in time to stop Zaria's death, either by preventing her from joining the conflict or by killing Aris before he kills her."

Shay was shocked, but nodded in response. "We have to stop her from joining. It's the only way we can ensure that she stays alive." After a bit of thought, Shay gave his next response. "I'll have to bring Roman with me to get the Time Stone. We both set a magical lock on the box containing the Stone, and only the two of us together can open it. I have to go there anyway, because the box is in Roman's possession. The Chronomancers gave us the Stone to protect after we defeated Azazel."

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Up In Flames

Starter for @aheartofgoldandasoulofsilver

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This man was insane. Enya remembers every face she had ever seen. She remembers those of her family, of her abusers, of her victims. She remembers every furious glare, each pained expression, every pair of dead, unseeing eyes. If she knew this man, she would know it.

"You know nothing," she growls stubbornly. Not in the way he claims, at least.

This battle only proves he's been keeping tabs on the new little monster terrorizing the land but at this point, who hasn't? Every demon slayer and bounty hunter was doing the exact same thing.

She does not try to dodge his next attack. She will not let him push her to the retreat. Instead, she calls upon her fire once more, launching both a counter attack and an offensive barrier in the storm of flames that now surrounds her.

solowingmobius

Shay only smiled. Her flaming counterattack impacted him with intense force, but all he did was hover even closer to his foe, the flames still visible on his body. "Surprised?" he taunted. "You should be. I'm not like the demon slayers and bounty hunters that relentlessly pursue you. I am a dragon!!"

With a flap of his wings, the flames were gone, and Shay stared dead into the eyes of his adversary as he touched back down to the ground. "You've never faced someone like me. I can fly. I'm immune to your flames. And my hand-to-hand skills are enough to keep up with you. I guess you could say ... I'm your greatest challenge, Calwyn. And you will find that I am damn-near impossible to kill. So step it up, kid. Let me see your best."

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A dragon?

Contrary to what Shay might have expected, Enya shows no fear nor does she wear the blank mask that she utilizes to conceal any such terror. Instead, her lips curve into a smirk.

Well, she certainly knows what to do with him now.

She stops her all-or-nothing offense, amber eyes closing, though she does not drop her guard. Her hands move to hover inches apart from each other and inside them burns a small, swirling orb of flame.

All her energy is suddenly focused into this orb of fire. It grows as her hands move apart and when it is large enough, it begins to shift in a different way and so does Enya.

The pale, pink flushed tones of her skin give way as fire heats beneath it, giving it an orange glow as if she were on fire herself. Flames spark across her skin and through her hair. They accumulate on fireproof clothing. The fire in her hands shifts too. It becomes hotter and hotter, it's glow more intense.

Dragon's fire. Not just any dragon's fire. The Great Dragon's fire, only capable of being weilded by one of their own and guaranteed to injure or even kill lesser dragons no matter how resistant to fire they were.

The last time Enya tried this, she almost died. Her mortal body, though greatly warped by her father's experiments, simply did not hold up well to the power required for her to call upon this rare, nearly unheard of substance. But if what Shay claimed was true, this was the only way to defeat him and Enya was impulsive and stubborn enough to do it again anyway. It wasn't like she cared whether she lived or died and no else did either. Everyone just wanted her to win.

solowingmobius

Shay saw the glow in Enya's body build up, and he immediately knew what she was up to. Despite this, he couldn't help but chuckle a bit at her last-resort plan. "So. You actually think that the Great Dragon's Fire will do something against me? Enya, I admire your tenacity, your drive to win, your fighting spirit, but ..." the young Obsidian trailed off.

"I'm afraid you've made your final mistake."

Shay focused his energy, and soon transformed into his Dragon Lord form. He now sported longer hair with horns on his head, and his claws were visibly sharper. As Enya charged her attack, he started his own explanation for her. "Surprised I know about the Great Dragon's Fire?? You shouldn't be. I am very well aware that this move can injure and even fatally harm lesser dragons or draconian beings, regardless of any fire resistance. However... I am so much more powerful than that. The Dragon Titan of Light was the one who blessed my clan with these powers. See, this magic is what sets us apart from every other dragon or draconian being. Defense, offense, healing, Light Magic can do almost anything. Sure, fire is a devastating element of nature, but Light is a Spectral Element, meaning it is a primal force that has existed since the dawn of time. Even the mightiest of pyromancers can't even hope to stand up against the sheer versatility of Light. And I can freely control it."

Shay chuckled again. He was honestly having a bit of fun explaining his power to this young Enya. "Listen here, kiddo. I know that it's difficult for you to try and control that power. Your bastard father was the one who forced this to happen to you. But let me give you a reality check here, Calwyn. While your fire attacks are incredibly impressive, because of my Light Magic, I completely outclass you in raw magic power."

As he saw Enya about to finish charging her move, he got into a combat stance. "Wanna try and use it on me anyway? Be my guest. Don't be surprised if you see me still standing when the smoke clears. So come on, and hit me with your best shot."

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Up In Flames

Starter for @aheartofgoldandasoulofsilver

a-heart-full-of-fire

This man was insane. Enya remembers every face she had ever seen. She remembers those of her family, of her abusers, of her victims. She remembers every furious glare, each pained expression, every pair of dead, unseeing eyes. If she knew this man, she would know it.

"You know nothing," she growls stubbornly. Not in the way he claims, at least.

This battle only proves he's been keeping tabs on the new little monster terrorizing the land but at this point, who hasn't? Every demon slayer and bounty hunter was doing the exact same thing.

She does not try to dodge his next attack. She will not let him push her to the retreat. Instead, she calls upon her fire once more, launching both a counter attack and an offensive barrier in the storm of flames that now surrounds her.

solowingmobius

Shay only smiled. Her flaming counterattack impacted him with intense force, but all he did was hover even closer to his foe, the flames still visible on his body. "Surprised?" he taunted. "You should be. I'm not like the demon slayers and bounty hunters that relentlessly pursue you. I am a dragon!!"

With a flap of his wings, the flames were gone, and Shay stared dead into the eyes of his adversary as he touched back down to the ground. "You've never faced someone like me. I can fly. I'm immune to your flames. And my hand-to-hand skills are enough to keep up with you. I guess you could say ... I'm your greatest challenge, Calwyn. And you will find that I am damn-near impossible to kill. So step it up, kid. Let me see your best."

a-heart-full-of-fire

Fighting Fire Against Fire

Continued from x; @aheartofgoldandasoulofsilver

a-heart-full-of-fire

Kári's gaze moves to the dragon as the man's voice sounds in his head. This feels wrong, like a betrayal. He isn't incapable of standing up to Enya, he's done it plenty of times before, but this is not a matter to be discussed with her in such a heated state and it is not something to be spoken about behind her back.

He knows that. Yet, he still answers.

His jaw tightens as he listens to Jaden analyze his heavily conflicted emotions. Yes. Kári does want his baby girl back. He wants her back so bad. But the others have valid points too and he certainly can't act without them.

"You've said it," Kári answers. There's just a touch of bitterness - perhaps irritation - that would not have easily shown through had this not all been in his mind. "I do want my daughter back but I also fear the reprecussions our actions will force upon her. I want to do this but what if she does get hurt? We can't lock her away forever."

He mentions nothing of Hyoga's words and that is for good reason. Kári will bend heaven and earth to protect his family. Rules of nature be damned.

solowingmobius

Jaden thought for a moment, then spoke back into Kari's head. "There's one last thing we could try, but it's incredibly risky. It will bring Zaria back if it works, no questions asked, but the danger of this plan is beyond immense. All we'd need is the Time Stone, and ... a foolproof plan to either kill Aris again without casualties or to prevent Zaria from ever joining the battle in the first place."

With a dead-serious stare, Jaden revealed his plan to the young shifter. "We take a small team and go back in time ourselves. It is possible to pull off, but the altered timeline that results is something none of us will be able to predict. We will make a brand-new future if we succeed. And we only get one shot at this. The Primal Forces of Light, Shadow, and Time only allow this opportunity once every millennium; to correct one injustice or wrong inflicted against humanity. Because Zaria was the prophesied Dragon's Child, this would fall within their guidelines."

The elder Obsidian looked back up at Kári and issued his ultimatum. "So, young man, that is the other plan. And this time, if you so choose, you will be able to join the fight and increase the chance that we will save your daughter. So please, speak your mind."

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Up In Flames

Starter for @aheartofgoldandasoulofsilver

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Amber eyes stare unbelieving at her now empty eyes for but a moment before they find the child behind Shay, just as the little girl collapses in tears.

Her teeth grit together, gaze shifting again as Shay moves once more. She is just a touch too slow, however, to avoid his next attack. He had managed to capture the element of surprise all while standing directly in front of her.

The heat of the explosion does not affect her. She is not burned nor is she injured in anyway but the violent nature of the attack easily knocks her back and Enya is left reeling in the dirt and dust of the village roads.

solowingmobius

Shay fluttered back, gently clutching his side from the recoil damage. "See?? What did I tell you, Enya?? We've battled so many times that I know your strategies by heart!! There's no surprise you can throw at me that I've already seen!"

He turned his head to the side, not keeping his eyes off Enya, but spoke to the little girl behind him. "Listen, little one. You have to run away!! Far away!! Don't look back and just RUN!!" As he finished his command, Shay summoned another round of Brilliant Arrows at Enya, sending a quiver's worth of glowing white arrows her way. 'Fire can't hurt her, so this is my next plan to get some damage on Enya and wear her down. I know this won't kill her. She's much tougher than that.'

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A Visit In The Night

Continued from x; @aheartofgoldandasoulofsilver

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"Well," Zaria said in-between bites of apple. "I have to take my little brother to a birthday party tomorrow and I - obviously - don't know any of the other moms. I wouldn't mind someone to talk to if you need the distraction."

solowingmobius

Shay thought for a second, then answered, "Of course. I need to spend more time out of the house anyway. What time do you want me to be back here tomorrow? We can go there together."

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"It starts at two," Zaria answers. "Maybe be here sometime between one and one thirty?"

solowingmobius

With a smile, Shay nodded in approval. “Sounds good to me.” He checked his watch, noticing the time: 12:30. “Well, it’s getting late. I should be headed home. Feel free to finish the rest of the basket. And I will see you tomorrow afternoon!” He stood up and gave Zaria another hug. “Again, thank you for everything tonight. I appreciate this so very much.” He quietly snuck back through the cave, taking care not to wake up any of the shifters. As soon as he was outside, he looked back at the cave, put on a small smile, and took off into the snowy night sky.

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“If my shadow was able to, it would probably leave me, too.” - Roxas to Namine

Naminé crouches down in front of him, her hands coming to rest on his for a moment before one rises to tilt his chin up.

"Don't say that," she told him, a gentle, encouraging smile reaching her lips. "That's not true."

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Roxas looked at Namine, a sad look on his face. "But how do I know it isn't..? I've felt alone for the longest time. I want to find Sora, Riku, and everyone else again ... but I don't know where to start looking. I finally have a heart of my own now, but.. all I've felt so far is loneliness..."

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