Heyo, just dropping to say that the Chapter 1 has dropped and you can play it here.
So what to expect?
A semi-clunky complete stat bar(still in the works) with a detailed explanation of the stats and scenario examples in them.
Ride through the forest, picking who will you accompany.
Pick your weapon and gain a little boost on two stats(Don't worry there will more time in the future to train)
And more.
Also I want to thank @apollo-gate for helping me code my story, you should check their story, the RO's a plenty and each single one of them are wonderful. My advice date the one with huge and multiple red flags in them ;)
If you found bugs or errors SC them and I will try my best to fix it ASAP. Plus send me an ask if you have one :)
Just wanted to let you know that @dragonedged-if and I have created a Discord server for those who are interested in joining us.
In this server, we'll be chatting and sharing content related to our IFs. Feel free to ask us questions, engage in discussions, listen to music, and simply chill out.
We also want to extend a warm welcome to other writers out there.
If you're a writer, don't hesitate to join us as well. We'd love to have you!
Don't be shy, come and join us!
Let's be friends? 💜
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ROs reaction when Mc take a blow that was meant for them but mc step In just in time.. WE wanna know how would they react if they see mc on the ground with the pool of blood ( mc gonna die btw 😭 sorry)
Hello anon, don't be sorry you know me! I love writing Angst and Tragedy. Was planning to take a nap earlier but seeing this in my inbox gave me unexplainable energy LMAO. Don't you rread this @kingsdespair-if
So here's a song for the mood and a poll at the very end ;)
(Variel)
As you and MC strolled down the winding street, the sun bathed the surroundings in a warm golden glow. The park had been the perfect setting for a delightful picnic, which were packed away neatly in a wicker basket. Laughter echoed through the air as children reveled in their innocence, their carefree spirits infectious. You couldn't help but feel a surge of joy and contentment at their presence, their unwavering belief in the goodness of the world.
But beneath the surface of this idyllic scene, a dark truth lurked. The world, with all its beauty, was tainted by the cruelty and deceptive words of humanity. Anger simmered within you, your blood boiling at their injustices. Your hand clenched into a tight fist, a physical manifestation of the rage you felt in your heart. How could they tarnish the purity of these little ones, polluting their minds with their own twisted agendas?
Lost in your tumultuous thoughts, a voice suddenly shattered your reverie. Startled, you shook your head and turned your gaze towards the source of the interruption. "I'm fine, mouse!" you gruffly replied, determined not to reveal any sign of vulnerability. Showing weakness was not an option, especially not in front of others.
Pride was your armor, after all.
The voice belonged to MC, a trusted companion who had witnessed the depths of your anger and the fire that burned within you. They understood the conflict that raged within your soul, the dichotomy of your emotions. Their presence offered solace and a respite from the overwhelming weight of your thoughts.
As you continued walking, the streets seemed to come alive with a vividness that mirrored the intensity of your emotions. The scent of freshly bloomed roses mingled with the earthy aroma of the park, a juxtaposition of beauty and the harsh reality of life. Each step you took resonated with purpose, your determination fueling your movements.
MC leaned close, their eyes darting to their side, their body taut and tensed. They could sense the storm brewing within you, their own emotions mirroring the turmoil in your heart. "Tell me," they urged gently, their voice filled with concern and a hint of fear. They wanted to understand, to offer support in any way they could.
The world around you seemed to blur, the street a backdrop to this internal tempest.
"Children," you murmured, your voice a low growl, "so innocent, so pure. Until they learn the cruelty and deceit of the world." Your words were laden with bitterness, as if each syllable carried the weight of centuries of disappointment.
The voice that had disrupted your thoughts earlier now had a face—a face that held concern and a touch of confusion. You could see it in the furrowed brows and the searching eyes. "What's bothering you?" they asked, their voice filled with genuine curiosity.
Your response was a torrent of emotion, a mixture of sorrow and frustration. "It's just… the world," you began, your words flowing like a stream of consciousness. "The injustice, the pain inflicted upon our kind. It's hard to bear, hard to watch. The innocence of these children, it's beautiful and tragic. They don't yet know the darkness that awaits them."
In the midst of the idyllic park, MC pulled you into their warm embrace, their arms enveloping you like a protective cocoon. Their touch was a lifeline amidst the tempest of emotions churning within you. "That's how the world works, Variel," they began, their hand gently rubbing your arm as if to soothe the raging storm within you. "There's light and dark… Good and evil… War and peace." Their voice carried a solemn weight, resonating with the gravity of life's dualities.
"But what matters is how you spend your time in the present." MC paused, their eyes locking with yours, radiating warmth and compassion. It was a gaze that drew you in, like a shelter from the storm. "And this time, I want to spend my time with you on a picnic!" MC's words were accompanied by a flourish of the picnic basket they held, emphasizing their heartfelt invitation.
Reluctantly, you withdrew your chin from their fingertips, a lingering trace of vulnerability in your gaze. "Very well, mouse, you win," you conceded with a pout, your heart softening in the face of their unwavering affection.
MC chuckled, their laughter like a soothing melody, and led you to a lush green spot. They spread a blanket on the ground, and together, you began the ritual of setting up the picnic. "Finally, we can eat. I'm famished!" MC exclaimed, their enthusiasm infectious.
You couldn't help but laugh at their enthusiasm. "You always are," you teased, MC playfully walking to your side.
Then, in a moment that shattered the tranquility, a mysterious figure appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Their face concealed by a hood, they addressed you with a sense of urgency. "Excuse me, are you Variel?" The question hung in the air like an ominous omen.
"I am," you replied, your curiosity mixed with a hint of apprehension.
With deliberate slowness, the hooded figure raised their hands, unveiling their features. Scars crisscrossed their visage, and their left eye bore an eye patch. "This is for my family!" they declared, their voice trembling with vengeance. In the blink of an eye, a knife materialized in their hand, and it was aimed at you with deadly intent.
Time itself seemed to stretch, each moment elongating into an eternity as you watched the knife's trajectory, every inch of its deadly arc etched into your consciousness. Panic surged within you, but before fear could paralyze you, a voice pierced through the chaos.
"Watch out!" MC's voice, filled with urgency, reached your ears. In an instant, they shoved you away with a force that left you stumbling. You crashed to the ground just as the knife found its mark.
Your heart clenched in horror as you witnessed MC standing between you and the hooded figure, blood pooling beneath them. The attacker withdrew the knife, and MC collapsed, their body crumpling like a marionette with severed strings.
"NOOOOOO!" The anguished scream tore from your throat, your vision clouded by tears. In that moment of despair, your trembling hand reached out to the earth, and with a surge of raw emotion, vines erupted from the ground, snaking and ensnaring the assailant, binding them in a grip as unyielding as your grief.
The scent of fresh earth fills your nostrils as you desperately fight against the overwhelming surge of rage and sadness. This moment, this life-altering experience, unfolds like a scene from a twisted nightmare. Each detail is etched into your memory, every sense heightened to the extreme.
Your world shattered into a nightmare as you cradled MC's lifeless body in your arms, urgency and panic coursing through you like a maelstrom. "Are you alright, mouse?" Your voice quivered, your desperate plea echoing in the eerie stillness that had descended upon the park. But MC's eyes remained closed, their breath stilled, an unbearable silence in response.
Desperation clawed at your chest as you called their name once more, the anguish in your voice more palpable with each repetition. "MC?" Still, there was no reply, no sign of life from the one who had brought you solace and joy.
Meanwhile, the hooded man who had orchestrated this tragedy reveled in your suffering. His laughter, sharp and mocking, pierced the heavy air. "FEEL MY PAIN… TELL ME WHAT ARE YOU FEELING RIGHT NOW?" His words were laced with sadistic delight, and he cackled deliriously, the sound echoing like a sinister symphony of madness.
"THEY'RE GONE. THE KNIFE IS POISONED—DEADLY TO DRAGONS BUT FATAL TO HUMANS!" His voice boomed, carrying the cruel revelation across the park.
The world around you had become eerily quiet, as if nature itself held its breath, sensing the unfolding danger. Your trembling form leaned closer to MC, planting a tender kiss upon their forehead, a final farewell to the love you had cherished. Then, with a heavy heart, you gently released their lifeless form.
Rising to your feet, fury coursed through your veins like a tempest. You beckoned to the winds, invoking their power, commanding them to encase the hooded man's head. "You took someone I treasured from my life!" The winds responded to your command, swirling faster and faster around the man, binding him in an inescapable cyclone of air.
"They're the ones who kept me sane and happy in this godforsaken world!" The man's wheezes and coughs filled the air as the wind mercilessly robbed him of breath.
"And I want your life as payment for this!" Your voice resonated with unwavering determination. The man's eyes bulged, his face contorted in agony, until he ceased to move, his life extinguished by the very elements you had harnessed.
The man lay lifeless before you, a testament to your wrath and grief. Yet, in the aftermath, you stood alone, the weight of your loss heavy upon you. "I will find out who is responsible for this," you vowed, your voice a solemn oath that cut through the silence. "And I will hunt them down and eradicate their whole family and clan! This is for you, my little mouse!" Your declaration hung in the air like a curse, a promise forged in the crucible of tragedy.
(Clara's POV)
Amidst the bustling plaza, the vibrant tapestry of the city unfolded before you, a captivating spectacle of life and commerce. The scent of exotic spices wafted through the air, mingling with the excited chatter of the crowd. Your loyal bodyguard, Lucas, walked resolutely ahead, his imposing presence a shield against the throngs of people.
"Buy now and get a free item!" a merchant's voice pierced through the clamor, attempting to entice every passerby with the promise of a deal too good to pass up.
Nearby, a magician commanded attention, weaving illusions that drew gasps of wonder from the gathering crowd. his crimson robe beckons to the gathering crowd, his hands weaving mystic patterns in the air.
Turning your attention to Lucas, you raise an eyebrow and speak with playful sarcasm, "You know, Lucas, you don't need to come with us, you know?"
Lucas, resolute and vigilant, answers sternly, "It's my job, Clara."
You place a hand over your heart, feigning injury. "Lucas, you wound me!" Your voice drips with mock hurt. "Where's your faith in MC and me?" You inquire, a mischievous glint in your eye.
Lucas continues to stride forward, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Exactly, that's why I need to come," he says, glancing over his shoulder at you and MC. "I don't trust you two to do any walking today." The hint of a smile vanishes as his gaze returns to the bustling plaza ahead.
"Lucas, you're so serious!" MC's laughter dances through the air, teasing and bright.
Lucas, the embodiment of stoicism, merely shrugs, his unwavering focus fixed on the path ahead. "It's my job to be," he deadpans, his voice carrying an air of unyielding duty.
As MC playfully taunted Lucas about his serious demeanor, laughter filled the air, echoing against the walls. The sound seemed to bounce off the walls, reverberating in your ears. You watched the interaction with keen interest, your eyes drawn to the contrasting expressions on their faces.
Lucas, seemingly unaffected by the teasing, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. His gaze was fixed forward, unwavering, as if he had a laser-like focus on something far beyond the present moment. His face remained stoic, revealing nothing of the thoughts that raced through his mind. It was as if he wore a mask, hiding his true emotions from the world.
An idea sparked in your mind, an electric current surging through your body. With a flick of your fingers, you snapped them together, the sound cutting through the air like a lightning strike. "I know just the remedy for that gloom," you declared, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. The words tumbled out of your mouth with an air of excitement, as if you had stumbled upon a hidden treasure. "Let's go find Haley and indulge in her heavenly puddings."
Lucas abruptly halted, his feet freezing in place. You and MC, caught off guard by his sudden halt, also came to a stop, turning to face him. Slowly, he turned around, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. His face remained impassive, but there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes, a spark of interest that hadn't been there before.
"Very well," he said, his voice devoid of emotion, yet there was a hint of something lurking beneath the surface. "I will allow it."
Once more, Lucas takes the lead, his head tilting to the side like a predatory bird, sharp eyes scanning the surroundings with a vigilance that borders on lethal. Every step he takes is deliberate, and every movement calculated.
After what feels like an eternity of walking, the trio arrives at their destination, but alas, it's as crowded as a beehive on a summer's day. MC's stomach growls impatiently, mirroring their frustration. "The line is so long!" they grumble, their voice a symphony of hunger and annoyance. "I might actually wither away waiting here," you add, your melodramatic groan drawing attention from those nearby.
Lucas, ever the enigmatic presence, steps forward, his aura commanding the attention of everyone in the vicinity. Eyes turn towards him, curious gazes and starry-eyed admirers alike. Whispers ripple through the crowd like a gentle breeze through a field of wildflowers, and one girl couldn't help but gush, "He's so dreamy!" Her voice was filled with awe, as if she had just witnessed a celestial being descend from the heavens.
You can't help but chuckle, a mischievous glint in your eye as you watch Lucas, the master of making an entrance, bask in the attention he commands. "Pshhh, showoff," you tease, your words a playful jab at his ability to captivate a crowd effortlessly. Indeed, he has a knack for leaving a lasting impression.
With a sly agenda in mind, you lean in closer to MC, your voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Psst… MC," you murmur, the words dripping with secrecy and excitement. "Let's make our escape."
MC nods in understanding, their eyes sparkling with mischief as they playfully accuse you, "You're very naughty, you know that?"
Lucas, ever watchful, turns to catch the two of you lingering behind. But in that fleeting moment of distraction, it's already too late. Like shadows in the night, you and MC slip away, carried by the tide of the crowd. Lucas's charm, which had held the plaza in rapt attention, now becomes your clever ruse, diverting his focus while you make your daring escape.
As the distance between you and Lucas grows, you can't resist a parting taunt. "We'll be back soon, sweet Lucas!" you sing, your voice as bright and cheery as a robin's call. The words are like a melody of mischief, carried on the wind.
Lucas, pudding in hand and face contorted with ire, watches you and MC vanish into the throng. His disbelief is palpable, his jaw falling open and his eyes widening in surprise. "Oh, please, let me throttle you two!" he cries out, his voice carrying the weight of exasperation and exhaustion.
Several blocks away, you and MC pause to share a knowing smirk. Satisfaction courses through your veins, a sweet taste of victory. The thrill of your daring escapade fills the air, a sense of triumph over adversity.
As the chaos of the crowd swirls around you, you feel a momentary sense of triumph. Success has warmed your heart, filling you with a sense of accomplishment. But that feeling is quickly shattered by the sound of a familiar voice cutting through the air. It's Lucas, calling out to you and MC, his deep and rich voice echoing in the space around you.
You turn to glance over your shoulder, and there he is, Lucas's tall and muscular frame looming over the crowd. His azure eyes lock onto yours, and you can't help but feel a surge of both excitement and apprehension. "Damn! He's fast!" MC curses, their voice filled with a mix of admiration and envy. You chuckle, knowing that Lucas is indeed the best of the best.
But there's no time to revel in your victory. Lucas's pursuit is relentless, his movements graceful and deadly. He effortlessly cuts through the mass of bodies, his body always ready to pounce. You can hear his breath coming in harsh pants, a testament to his skill and power. It's a reminder of the danger that lurks behind his calm and composed exterior.
"STOP FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS!" Lucas pleads, his voice filled with urgency and desperation. But you and MC refuse to yield, determined to hold onto the precious prize of freedom. The adrenaline courses through your veins, fueling your drive to escape.
Curiosity flickers within you, a fleeting urge to turn around and face Lucas, to confront him and end this chase. But you resist, knowing that your priority is to keep moving, to stay one step ahead of him. The thrill of the chase intensifies, the stakes rising with each passing moment.
Finally, you and MC find refuge in a narrow alley, hidden from view. The sound of footsteps grows fainter, and you allow yourself a moment to catch your breath. "That was a close one!" you sigh in relief, the tension slowly dissipating.
But your relief is short-lived as a malicious voice breaks the silence. You and MC turn around, only to find yourselves confronted by four menacing figures. The leader of the group sneers, his voice dripping with malice. "A princess and a rat! You two will make excellent ransom for the monarchs!" he snarls, his words laced with venom.
Fear grips your soul like an iron fist, and panic rises in your stomach. Uncertain of what to do, you slowly begin to back away, your mind racing for a way out. "Come here, rat!" the dark-haired man taunts, his voice filled with sadistic pleasure. The bald man laughs, closing in on you menacingly.
But MC refuses to back down. They grab a nearby stick and swing it at their attackers, their movements swift and determined. "Stay back, you dolts!" they shout, their voice filled with defiance.
The dark haired man sneers as he grabs the stick and pulls MC to his knees. "Scared of rats,a re we?" he taunts as he pulls out a knife. "Let them go you, swines!"
You growl. But the red-headed man just cackles and holds a blade up to your throat.
"Now now, beauty, we don't want any fuss. Just walk away and no one gets hurt."
But MC couldn't let their captors have their way.
They kicked out, shoving the dark haired man back with their feet. "You wanna play rough, rat?" he spat, plunging the knife into their shoulder.
"Nooo! Stop it!" you screamed. But the bald man just grinned as he watched, MC struggled in pain as they kicked and thrashed trying to break free. But their captors were too strong.
Then suddenly a dark figure appeared at the mouth of the alley. "Let them go," the man growled. His voice was like thunder, deep and threatening. It cut through the tension like a knife, sending shivers down your spine. The bald man leered. "Who are-" his words stop short and stepping back a little.
"Lucas!" he says with disdain. He quickly went behind you and holding you by the neck, knife hovering on your neck. "No funny business Royal Protector!" he threathens.
Lucas advances slwoly, his eyes locked to you offfering you comfort. "Lucas I'm sorry!" you say to him and blaming yourself for this predicarment if you and MC just stayed in one place.
"We will talk later Clara!" Lucas says gently, eyeing the 4 men warily.
"Let go of-" MC begins but the man with dark hair kicked him in the face. "Shut up!"
"Let him go!" you cry angrily. Lucas looks at you, assessing the situation, calculating the enemy's weaknesses and strengths. His senses seem alert and vigilant, his eyes scanning the alley for anything useful.
Suddenly, he springs into action, lunging forward like a tiger hunting its prey. His moves are fluid and graceful, grabbing a brick on the floor and hurling it at the one that is looming MC. "What the-" the man holding you hostage says in disbelief, using his distraction to your own gain, you snapped your head back to his face hearing the crunch of his nose breaking and letting go of you.
Lucas quickly ran towards him and tackles him to the ground, his eyes fierce and determined. "You're a fighter, are you not? Show me what you got!" Lucas says as he punches the 3rd man in the face. The bald man turns and backs away with eyes wide in fear. However, you could tell he was not the kind to flee without a fight. He whirled around, arms spread in anger, ready to charge and come out on top.
But before he could charge, MC rammed their elbow into his stomach, knocking the air out of him and he came wheezing down to the ground. "We're here too!" MC said smugly. Lucas nodded at them appreciatively, impressed by their moves.
"Quick thinking! I almost didn't see you there." He motioned to you, the one they had been holding hostage. "You alright, Clara?"
You wiped the blood from your forehead, bruised, battered, but still standing. "I'm fine."
Lucas sighed in relief, feeling the rush of adrenaline begin to subside. "It's not like you to be so defenseless, MC, but thank you all the same."
"Clara behind you!" MC shouts but its too late!
The dark haired man regained his bearings, crawling onto his knees and lunging at ou. His teeth bared like a hungry wolf, his eyes burning with rage. Knife brandished and poised! "DIE" he shouts with fervor and aiming at your heart.
Yet before it canmake contact you felt a force forcing you out of theway and you see MC standing on the spot where you where standing, a knife embedded ien their chest. "NOOOO!" you cry out, horrified and terrified beyond belief. Tears started to form in your eyes, emotions building in your throat.
But it was Lucas who rushed in with a cry of fury and rage. The world seemed to slowdown as he grabbed the bald man by the throat and threw him into a trashcan, metal crunching beneath his weight. His face was contorted with rage, eyes burning with an all-consuming fire. The silence that followed was deafening, piercing through the air like a bullet.
And in the moment, the atmosphere was charged with a sense of finality, a resolution to end the conflict once and for all.
"Please…Please…Please!" you implore, racing towards MC, tears streaming down your face. Your voice is a desperate plea, a last attempt to save a loverfrom death's icy embrace.
But as you reach for them, their body falls to the ground, lifeless and eerily still. A sob bursts from your throat, raw and gut-wrenching, as you cradle their face in your hands. "Nooo!" you scream, the pain a living, breathing entity.
Tears clouded your vision, a haze of grief and agony. "Bastards!" Lucas spat, his voice hoarse with emotion. He clutched the leader of the group with white knuckles, his grip crushing and unrelenting. "You dare hurt the princess's consort!" His voice rose with each syllable, the fury burning through him like a forest fire. It was a monumental moment, a testament to his loyalty and duty.
On the ground, blood pooled around MC, crimson and sticky, a vivid reminder of the cruelty and chaos of the world. "We need to get him help,Lucas!" you stammered through the tears.
Lucas, the embodiment of resolute stoicism, nodded in agreement. "Of course," he said grimly. "But it's too late, the wound was too deep."
"Nooo!" you sobbed, cradling MC's face in your hands. "This can't be happening!" It was as if the world had collapsed around you, a cataclysm of agony and despair.
On the ground, MC's face was pale, their eyes closed and peaceful. They had given their life to protect yours, a sacrifice of heroism and courage.
Your eyes caught the knife on the coold unfrogiving ground, the same knife who ttok the life of MC. Filled with fury you quikcly grabbed it and charged towards the man who took your other half. Stabbing him with it.
Again…Again…Again…Again…Aain… each stab becoming weaker and weaker, until you cried and you felt Lucas embracing you. "It's done Clara, grieve…just grieve!" he tried to comfort you, the knife becomming slippery in your hands and falling to the ground with a clatter.
But you could only feel the guilt and the sadness rise within you, a tide of hopelessness and despair. "Why am I alive and MC is not, Lucas, tell me!" you whisper, each word coated with the taste of loss and anger.
Lucas looked away, his eyes heavy with regret. "It was their choice, Clara. they saw the attacker lunging and they pushed you out of the way. It was either you or them."
"No,no,no,no,no, no, no…" you murmured, tears spilling over your cheeks, warm and wet. "I'm such a monster. It's all my fault."
Lucas gently shook his head. "There's no one to blame," he said, his voice filled with resignation and bitterness. "It was a cruel twist of fate."
And as the sun begins to set, casting long shadows across the alley, you sit there, clutching MC's lifeless hand, the tears flowing freely down your face.
It was then that you knew. It was all your fault. The thought echoed in your head, a twisted refrain that refused to fade away. You had set up the scene of tragedy, a macabre masterpiece. And in the end, the pieces came together, a perfect ending to a tragic tale. "Forgive me, MC," you whispered, as you pressed a kiss to their cold, pale lips.
A memory flashed before your eyes, bright and vivid. It was you and MC, standing in the courtyard, laughing as the sun shone down upon you. "It's all my fault," you said to MC. "I wish I could go back and fix it. "
But you couldn't. As the darkness grew around you, you let out a wail of despair, a howl of regret. And in the moment, you felt your heart splinter, shattering into a million pieces, each fragment a testament to your guilt and grief.
A shadow loomed over you, a presence you didn't expect. You glanced up, only to find yourself staring at Lucas. His face was grim, his eyes haunted with the ghost of a memory. "You can't blame yourself," he said. "MC knew what they were doing."
"How can you be so sure?" you cried, your voice ringing with hopelessness. "How do you know they didn't regret their choice?"
Lucas sighed, his shoulders slumping forward. "Clara, they would have wanted you to live. There was no hesitation in their actions. They saw the attacker lunging and pushed you out of the way. "
"But I should have done more!" you protested. "I could have taken him out before he even had a chance to attack."
Lucas shook his head, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. "I won't argue with you, but I can't help but wish MC had made a different decision."
You slumped forward, grief gripping you like a vise. "Me too," you murmured, tears streaming down your face. "Me too."
And as the sun began to rise over the horizon, you knew. You knew that you could never undo the events that had unfolded that day, that you could never bring MC back. But you also knew that you would cherish their memory, their sacrifice, and carry it with you for the rest of your days.
"If only…" You whispered to yourself, your voice choked with tears. "If only I had been smarter, faster, stronger. "
But it was all too late. MC was gone, and you were left to bear the burden of their death.
(Lucian's POV)
As you and MC stroll down the bustling streets, your intertwined hands serve as a symbol of the unbreakable bond you share. The sun bathes the city in a radiant glow, casting long shadows on the pavement. The air is filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant aroma of freshly brewed coffee, enhancing the already enchanting atmosphere.
You break the silence, your voice filled with genuine joy and optimism. "What a truly wonderful day we're having," you say, your words floating in the air like a melody, hoping to fill the moment with even more enchantment.
MC chuckles, their eyes sparkling with affection as they look at you. "Ah, my love, you never cease to amaze me with your delightful corniness," they say lovingly, their voice a gentle whisper that dances on the edge of your ears. The sound of their laughter is music to your soul, a symphony of happiness that reverberates through your being.
As you continue your leisurely walk, the city seems to come alive around you. The buildings stand tall and proud, their facades adorned with intricate details that tell stories of the past. The streets are lined with shops, their colorful displays inviting you to explore their treasures. The sound of bustling traffic and snippets of conversations create a symphony of urban life, a vibrant backdrop to your shared journey.
You notice MC's eyes wandering, their gaze taking in the sights and sounds of the city. Their expression shifts, a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "Look at that," they exclaim, a touch of excitement in their voice. "A street performer, captivating the crowd with their mesmerizing dance moves."
Intrigued, you both approach the gathering crowd, drawn to the performer's magnetic energy. The dancer's body moves with graceful precision, every movement an expression of passion and emotion. The music playing in the background sets the rhythm, its pulsating beats reverberating through the air, intertwining with the palpable energy of the onlookers.
MC's hand tightens around yours, their fingers lacing through yours as their excitement grows. "Can you feel it?" they ask, their voice filled with wonder. "The electricity in the air, the energy that binds us all together. It's like magic, isn't it?"
You nod, your eyes locked with theirs, feeling a surge of emotions coursing through your veins. The world seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you and the captivating performance. The dancer's every move becomes a metaphor for the passion and intensity that exists between you, a physical manifestation of the love that binds your souls.
As you and MC stood there, bathed in the ethereal glow of the artist's performance, a sudden and profound change seemed to come over them. Their grip on your hand loosened, and their eyes, once fixed on you, now sought something beyond.
"I need to speak with the artist, just for a minute," MC whispered, their voice a hushed but determined plea. The air around you thickened with anticipation, and you could feel a surge of curiosity mingling with a hint of unease.
Your heart raced, caught in the whirlwind of this unexpected turn. "Will you join me?" MC's question hung in the air, a question that beckoned you to venture into the unknown.
As you and MC approach the artist, a sense of anticipation fills the air, mingling with the fading echoes of applause. The artist stands tall, their presence commanding attention. Their body, bathed in a soft glow, seems to radiate the very essence of creativity and passion.
MC takes a step forward, their hand outstretched, reaching for a connection with the artist. Their eyes are filled with a mixture of awe and admiration, their voice carrying a hint of vulnerability as they speak. "Incredible," they utter, their words hanging in the air like a whispered prayer. "The way you move, the way you express yourself through your art… it's truly remarkable. I can't begin to express how much I admire what you do."
A smile graces the artist's face, a smile that holds a lifetime of experience and dedication. They respond with humility, their voice carrying a quiet earnestness. "Thank you," they say, their words a gentle melody that dances on the wind. "Dancing has been my passion since I was a child. It's a way for me to connect with the world, to express my innermost thoughts and emotions."
You stand by MC's side, observing this exchange with a mix of pride and curiosity. The artist's words resonate within you, igniting a spark of inspiration deep within your soul. The power of their art, their ability to touch hearts and souls, leaves you in awe.
MC's gaze, filled with longing, projects a sense of yearning to the artist. "Do you think someone like me could ever learn to dance like you? Or create music, or paint, or engage in any form of artistic expression?" they ask, their voice a fragile whisper.
The artist's eyes meet theirs, a knowing glint shimmering within their depths. "Everyone has the capacity for passion," they say, their voice enveloping MC like a warm embrace. "It's not about natural talent or skill, but the willingness to explore and express oneself. Take my own journey as an example. When I first started, I couldn't hold a rhythm, let alone move with grace. But with time and dedication, I found my own unique way to connect with the art that resonated within me."
MC's hand rests on their chin, their thoughts swirling with uncertainty and doubt. "What about writing?" they inquire, their voice tinged with hesitation. "Does writing count as an art form? It's not as physical as dancing or painting, but it's a way to express oneself, right?"
The artist chuckles, a melodic sound that carries the weight of wisdom. "Writing absolutely counts," they affirm. "It's a powerful means of self-expression and connection. Have you written anything recently?"
MC's voice quivers, a mixture of vulnerability and longing. "I've dabbled in writing, but I've always considered it more of a hobby than a serious pursuit," they confess.
The artist's smile widens, their eyes twinkling with encouragement. "Perhaps it's time to reconsider," they suggest. "Art knows no boundaries, and true fulfillment lies in embracing the passions that reside within us. Take that leap of faith, and who knows where it may lead you?"
A blush tinges MC's cheeks, a mix of excitement and trepidation coloring their features. "You're right," they murmur, their voice filled with newfound determination.
As you bid farewell to the artist, a surge of emotions courses through you. The connection between you and MC deepens, fueled by the shared experience and the realization of the limitless possibilities that lie before you. The world seems to shimmer with newfound vibrancy, and you continue your walk, hand in hand, ready to explore the uncharted territories of your passions and creative endeavors.
"You sly little hypocrite," you tease, a mischievous glint in your eyes.
MC's reaction is a mix of amusement and vulnerability, their laughter bubbling up uncontrollably. "What do you mean?" they inquire, their voice tinged with a hint of melancholy.
"Don't pretend," you say, a knowing smile playing on your lips. "I see through your facade. Variel, Lucas, and our feisty princess… they are reflections of the passions that burn within you."
MC's laughter subsides, and their eyes meet yours, flickering with a mixture of emotions. "I guess seeking reassurance from others isn't such a terrible thing," they admit, their voice carrying the weight of vulnerability.
"What do you mean?" you ask, your curiosity piqued by their cryptic words.
As you both continue walking, lost in the moment, a sense of connection grows between you and MC. Their warmth and kindness draw you in, while their passion and drive ignite a spark of excitement and possibility within you. It's as if their energy is contagious, filling every fiber of your being.
Suddenly, breaking the silence, MC asks you a question that cuts through the air like a knife. Their gaze narrows, and their expression becomes unreadable, leaving you wondering what thoughts are swirling in their mind. "What about you?" they ask, their voice filled with genuine curiosity. "Do you have any fears or regrets?"
You feel a lump in your throat as you ponder their question. It's not an easy one to answer, but you gather your thoughts and finally respond, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "I'm not sure," you admit, searching for the right words. "There are moments when I feel like I'm letting everyone down, like I'm not worthy of their love or respect. It can be a hard pill to swallow."
MC's eyes hold a glimmer of understanding as they listen intently. "I know what you mean," they say softly, their voice carrying the weight of personal experience. "It's a dark place to be in."
You find yourself taken aback by their response. MC, who has always seemed like the epitome of confidence and assurance, reveals a side of themselves that you never imagined. A side that struggles with self-doubt and hesitation.
Summoning your courage, you take a deep breath and decide to delve deeper into your conversation. "Can I ask you something too?" you inquire, your voice filled with a mix of trepidation and curiosity.
"Shoot," MC replies, their eyes fixed on yours, their body language attentive.
"Are we really doing this?" you ask, gesturing to the invisible connection hanging in the air between you. "Doing what?" they question, their brow furrowing with confusion.
You hesitate for a moment, searching for the right words to convey your emotions. "This," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "Us. Our relationship. Are we really meant to be together?"
MC blinks, caught off-guard by your question. Their expression shifts, clouded with uncertainty. "What makes you ask that?" they inquire cautiously, their tone guarded.
You take a moment to gather your thoughts, your fingers absentmindedly raking through your hair. "I don't know," you admit with a sigh. "I guess I'm just scared. Scared that we'll never have a future, that we're destined for heartache and pain."
As you speak, MC's eyes fill with a profound sadness, casting a shadow over their features. Their voice carries a hint of melancholy as they respond, "It's a valid concern," they acknowledge, their words heavy with truth. "I can't deny that there are risks, that we might stumble and fall. But isn't that what love is all about? Taking that leap of faith and trusting that we'll land safely together, no matter what happens."
The memory of their passion for life, their belief in the power of love, fills you with a sense of wonder. As you continue your leisurely stroll, the warm glow of the city lights play in the sky above, casting long shadows on the ground.
You can feel MC's eyes on you, their gaze a mixture of longing and trepidation.
"Do you have any fears or regrets about us?" they ask, their voice a tremor in the air.
A sigh escapes your lips, a thousand emotions rising to the surface. "I suppose I'm
just afraid," you confess, your voice carrying the weight of uncertainty. "Fear of being hurt, fear of losing you, fear of not being worthy of your love.
It's a deeply rooted insecurity, and sometimes I wonder if we're just walking down a path destined for ruin and scars."
A silence falls between you, filled with the unspoken emotions that simmer beneath the surface. MC's gaze softens, their hand brushing against yours in a silent gesture of comfort. "I understand," they say gently. "It's not easy, this business of loving and being loved. We can only take the leap of faith, and hope that we will land safely together, no matter what."
The sky is a canvas of colors, the sun a ball of fire in the east, casting a warm glow over the world. In this moment, you feel the weight of the world lifting from your shoulders, your soul opening to the possibilities that lie beyond.
Suddenly, a twinkle of mischief flashes in MC's eyes. "Do you really want to know the truth?" they ask, their voice hushed and conspiratorial. "The secret that's been eating away at me, the doubt that lingers in my heart?"
Nodding, you lean closer, a sense of urgency settling in the pit of your stomach.
MC hesitates, their gaze falling to the ground, their words carrying the weight of their hesitation. "I've often wondered if we're really meant to be together," they confess, their voice laced with melancholy. "Sometimes I feel like I'm holding you back, preventing you from living your fullest potential."
A surge of emotions rushes through you, a mixture of disbelief and compassion. "I don't think you're holding me back," you say, your voice strained with a mixture of incredulity and frustration. "I feel just as fiercely connected to you as you do to me, if you were not here I feel incomplete and your the missing piece that makes me whole don't ever doubt that MC!"
Their eyes meet yours, glistening with a hint of sorrow. "I know you feel that way," they admit, their voice trembling with emotion. "But I still feel a sense of guilt, a nagging doubt that whispers in the back of my mind."
Gently, you take MC's hand, your fingers lacing through theirs, a gesture of reassurance and support. "I'm with you every step of the way, my love," you whisper, your voice filled with conviction and passion. "No matter what happens, we'll face it together, side by side, just as we always have."
Your words seem to ignite a flame within MC, their eyes flashing with a renewed sense of determination. "You're right," they affirm, their tone tinged with a touch of resolution. "We've got each other, and that's all that matters in the end."
As the two of you resume your walk, a profound sense of connection resonates through your beings, a bond forged in the fires of trials and triumphs, a bond that will withstand the test of time and by fate theirselves.
Yet the fates does not like being tested.
Without any warning an arrow sailed into the air and finding purchase on the chest of MC. By the time you had time to process what had happened, MC was already on the ground, gasping for breath, their eyes glazed over with the inevitable.
You frantically rush towards them, the world around you fading to a dull blur, a storm of emotions roiling in your heart. "MC! Please stay with me," you cry, cradling their body in your arms, feeling the life slowly slipping away.
"I'm sorry," they gasp, their voice carrying the weight of a thousand regrets, their eyes fluttering close. You looked at the direction where the arrow was sent and from there you see a figure obscured by the shadows, watching you hold MC in your amrs with interest.
You grit your teeth in rage, a fury unlike anything you have ever felt rising within you. You wanted nothing more than to rip the bastard limb from limb, to make them suffer a thousand deaths for what they had done.
But in the end, the only thing you could do was hold MC in your arms as their life faded away, a shuddering breath escaping their lips as they slipped into the abyss. The pain was overwhelming, a sudden emptiness filling your heart as the reality of what had happened dawned on you.
How could this happen? Why did it have to be MC, the one person who had brought light into your world, the one person who had made you believe in the magic of love and life?
As you sat there, eyes welling with tears, your heart racing with adrenaline, you heard footsteps approaching. Looking up, you saw the shadowed figure.
"Whyyyy?!" you scremaed in anguiush body shaking.
"There's a bounty on you Lucian that arrow was meant for you!" thye said in an ominous tone.
"Then why target them?" you inquire crying.
"Because they ask me to do so their life for yours!" they said indifferent.
"Who could do such a thing?" you rage.
"Don't underestimate love and vengeance Lucian, for it drives men to desperate measures and revenge. There are people who have set their sights on you. People who wish to eliminate you, and hurt those you care for."
You listen in confusion, tears streaming down your face. "Who could hate me so much to hire someone to do such a thing? And how did they know where we were?"
The shadowed figure lets out a low chuckle, their voice grating and cold. "You're not a fool, Lucian. You know who your enemies are, and how far they'll go to get what they want. But don't worry. They have yet to touch me, and my job is not done with their dying wish they want me to protect you!"
You clenched your jaw, a mixture of anger and sorrow washing over you. "It shouldn't have to be like this," you growl, your voice filled with the weight of a thousand regrets. "We've done nothing to deserve such treatment. What a terrible world we live in, where love and happiness are rewarded with death and suffering."
The shadowed figure shrugged, their posture rigid and emotionless.
"This is the life you chose, and now you must live with the consequences. But don't fear. I will protect you, for as long as I'm able."
You could feel your heart hardening, a fire of vengeance burning within you. "I'm going to find them," you vow, your voice trembling with rage. "And when I do, I'll make them pay for what they've done. For MC, and for everything else that they've stolen from us."
The figure's voice rose, a mixture of warning and sympathy. "It may not be as easy as you think. You're in danger, Lucian, and those who seek you will not rest until you are eliminated. It's safer if you stay with me, where I can protect you."
"YOU!" you spat! "the one who wanted to killed me?" you shout incredously. "The one who took my love from me?!"
Their eyes glinted in the dim light, their posture rigid and emotionless. "I only did what was necessary to fulfill my task," they retorted. "Your life for theirs, just like they wanted it to be."
A rage filled your heart, a desire for retribution bubbling to the surface. "They would have never wanted it like this. They were good, and kind, and loving. You've taken that away, and you'll pay for it with your life!"
The figure's voice rose, a mixture of warning and sympathy. "Then kill me!" they throwed a knife, skidding on the ground and stopping to you. "But after being done with that, what will you do next?" they asked patiently.
"Use your anger and direct it to those who are responsible for the bounty because even if I didn't took the kill someone else will, I just beat them to the punch!" they says bored.
With shaking hands, you pick up the knife, the cold metal a welcome weight in your palm. "Then they'll have to deal with me!" you declare, your voice filled with a mixture of trepidation and determination. "I'm not going to let you or anyone else get away with this!"
The figure chuckled, a cold, humorless sound. "Good luck with that, Lucian. You're going to need it." With that, they turned and fled, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your pain. "If you have second thoughts find me at the Siren's Call!" they voice echoes on the alley.
You stand there, a thousand emotions swirling through your mind. The knife feels heavy in your hand, the urge to slay the bastard who dared lay a finger on your love consuming you. But deep down, you know that you need to bide your time, to hunt down your enemies and make them pay for their transgressions.
You clutch the knife, feeling a sense of calm wash over you, a clarity that settles in the deepest recesses of your soul. No matter what, you will not rest until the one responsible for MC's death has paid the ultimate price.
Gently, you crouch down and pull MC's body close to yours, feeling the sting of tears pricking your eyes. "I'll make them pay for this," you whisper, your voice filled with a mixture of rage and determination. "I promise you, MC. I won't let them get away with this."
With those words, you carefully lift MC in your arms and begin the long, painful journey to bury the love of your life.
Later that night, you arrive at the Siren's Call, a gathering place for those seeking refuge from the shadows of the world. The moment you enter, you feel the weight of a thousand eyes on you, a mixture of pity and curiosity swirling in their depths.
Taking a seat, you feel your gaze drawn to a figure standing in the corner.
They look familiar, their face shrouded in darkness, their posture rigid and imposing. Something about them piques your interest, and you quickly make your way towards them.
As you approach, the figure seems to stiffen, their eyes glittering with a mixture of amusement and apprehension. "We meet again, Lucian," they say, their voice a low growl.
In an instant, you recognize them. "Who are you?" you question, your voice trembling with a mixture of trepidation and rage.
The figure laughs, a cold, humorless sound. "Isn't it obvious? I'm the one who took your love away, the one who watched as they lay dying in your arms."
Something inside you snaps, a rage surging through your veins like wildfire. "You bastard! You deserve to die for what you've done! I'll make you pay for what you've done, you hear me? I'll make you pay!"
The figure shakes their head, their eyes glinting with amusement. "Don't be so hasty, Lucian," they say, their tone riddled with hints of mockery and taunting. "I can help you, you know. I can help you track down the ones who put a bounty on your head, the ones who are responsible for their demise."
Something about the figure's words sends chills down your spine, a mixture of unease and curiosity bubbling to the surface. "How?" you question, your voice tinged with a hint of suspicion.
"Simple. I have connections, I have power, I can tell you what you want to know, whether it be the identities of your enemies or the secrets that lie beneath the surface."
Without warning, the figure lurches forward, their breath hot against your cheek. "What do you say, Lucian? Are you in?"
You hesitate, the urge to make them pay rising within you. But then you think of MC, their smile, their laughter, their unwavering determination and kindness. If you were to act rashly, who knows what could happen.
Before you can answer, the figure grabs your hand, their fingers digging into your palm. "Tell me what you want, and I can deliver. But you must know that there are consequences, that there will be a price to pay."
Their words echo in your mind, their meaning swirling with a mixture of intrigue and caution. You want answers, you want revenge, and they may be the key to it all.
"Yes," you say, your voice a tremble on the air, "I'm in."
The figure chuckles, a low, guttural sound. "Good. Now let me tell you everything you need to know."
As the figure speaks, their words burn through you, a fury unlike anything you've ever felt igniting within you.
(Lucas' POV)
As the night drew to a close, your fingers interlocked with MC's, and a warm glow spread through your chest. The moonlight danced in their eyes, illuminating the love and joy that radiated between you. It felt like a dream come true, a love story written just for you.
The touch of their hand sent electric shivers down your spine, and a smile couldn't help but grace your lips as your fingers intertwined. In that moment, everything else faded away, and it was just you and MC, lost in each other's presence.
Time seemed to stand still as the world around you ceased to exist. The love that you thought was elusive had found its way into your life, and you were grateful beyond words. The weight of your busy work life seemed to melt away, replaced by the pure bliss of being with someone who made you feel whole and complete.
But then, as if a dark cloud had suddenly appeared, MC furrowed their brow in concern, breaking the spell of the moment. Their touch felt real, their warmth undeniable, but doubts crept into your mind, whispering that it might all be too good to be true.
With a mix of vulnerability and determination, you stopped walking and turned to face MC. Their eyes searched yours for answers, sensing the turmoil that had clouded your thoughts. Unable to contain the overwhelming emotion welling up inside you, you reached out and cupped MC's cheek, the softness of their skin grounding you in the moment.
Tears glistened in your eyes as you spoke, your voice choked with sincerity. "With you, everything feels perfect. I can't believe I'm so lucky to have you in my life," you whispered, your heart swelling with gratitude.
In that fragile moment, MC's embrace enveloped you, drawing you closer, and you let your guard down completely, allowing yourself to be held by them. Their presence provided a refuge, a sense of safety and solace that you had never known before.
But then, amidst the darkness, a glint caught your eye, and your heart clenched with fear. Instinctively, you turned your body around, shielding MC from the imminent danger that loomed ahead.
In a split second, MC spun around, taking the bolt hurtling towards you directly in their back. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched in horror, your eyes widening with disbelief. The pain in your chest was overwhelming as the reality of the situation hit you like a thunderbolt.
MC, standing there with the bolt lodged in their back, their face contorted in pain, shattered your heart into a million pieces. Without hesitation, you rushed to MC's side, catching them in your arms and gently laying them down on the rain-soaked ground, their blood staining your hands as you held them close.
Tears streamed down your face as you whispered MC's name over and over, unable to fathom the reality of the situation. MC's hand dropped to their side, their eyes closing, but before the darkness took hold, they managed to utter, "I feel lucky to have you in my life as well."
You leaned close and kissed their forehead, your heart breaking as you realized the gravity of the sacrifice they had made for you. The weight of the moment was unbearable, and you couldn't understand why such senseless violence had befallen you and MC.
In the midst of your grief, the attacker emerged from the shadows, their boots splashing on the rain-soaked ground as they approached. You didn't spare them a glance, your entire focus on MC, holding onto their fading form with all your might.
The attacker spoke, their voice dripping with malice, "May you have a peaceful and gentle death," as they callously threw a rose near MC's motionless body. Anger and confusion boiled over within you, and you shouted, "Why have you done this?" Your voice trembled with a mix of rage and sorrow, but the attacker remained masked, their eyes the only visible feature.
They showed no remorse as they replied, their voice cold and callous, "A warning, and if you don't heed it, there will be more to follow." With that, they turned their back on you, leaving you with a sense of helplessness and anger.
As the attacker vanished into the alleyways, their words echoed in your ears, causing you to gasp for air. "Tread carefully, Royal Protector," they shouted, their voice laced with malice. "You have no idea how many enemies you have made in your line of duty!"
The reality of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. They had killed MC as an act of revenge against you. Your mind reeled with disbelief and anguish. It was supposed to be you lying on the ground, facing death's door, not MC.
The unfairness of it all, the cruel twist of fate, made you feel like a pawn in a sick game. But amidst the overwhelming emotions, you pushed them aside and focused on the task at hand.
Gently hoisting MC's body in your arms, you moved through the dark, rain-slicked streets, determined to find help despite the urgency of the situation. The weight of MC's limp form grew heavier with each step, as if the burden of their fading life force was transferred to you.
Your eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any signs of aid, your mind racing with desperation. Raindrops fell on your face, mixing with your tears, as you moved with a sense of urgency.
The night seemed to close in around you, the darkness deepening, and the silence broken only by the distant sounds of the city. You could feel MC's breathing becoming shallower, their body growing colder in your arms. The preciousness of each passing moment weighed heavily on you, urging you to move faster, to find help before it was too late.
As you carried MC, startled faces of passersby turned to stare, but you brushed past them, determined to reach your destination. Your heart pounded in your chest, your mind focused solely on saving MC, pushing aside your own exhaustion and grief.
Yet its's too late MC is gone forevermore but you didn't stop too hopeful that maybe that there's someone or anyone can help you in your plight and bring air back to MC's lungs once more.
Which Reaction Got You Tearing Up?
Lucas
Variel
Lucian
Clara
Screw You Author Why Of All The Songs You Picked This?
So decided to write something different and plus I gave my word that I will write a snippet for a friend of mine.
Here you go
//''(Lucas POV)''//
You look yoursef at the mirror, hands clenching and unclecning at your sides, you can feel your fingers digging into your skin and the small metallic scent of your blood. Yet your face betrays the unease and turmoil your body is going through.
Those deep azure eyes of yours remained calm, looking back into your reflection and lips shut in a easy line.
People always have asked you how do you remained calm under pressure. You find it absurd that all of the people living here in this kingdom they will ask you that stupid question. Do they think that your some God walking among them? How many times have you felt nervous for every coming battle, how your nerves flutter for every time their Majesties will asked your opinion on their grand decisions on Tiara.
Yet you answer every single time. "I don't!" then you will leave them to ponder your words. Your ears can hear the songs of the bird, your skin the warmth and light of the sun invading your room, your sight can perceive the wrinkles on your white tuxedo and when your raised a hand to smooth them, the texture of the smooth silk brushing your skin. Every senses heightned as well as your worries and fears for this monumentous day.
The day you have been preparing for months, the day that will change your life forever. This white tuxedo, like a second skin adorns every inch of your body, fitting perfectly and highlighting the contours of your body. The golden buttons on the front are gleaming against the white fabric giving it a delicate touch of elegance. An ivory tie is tucked under its collar, lifting up your chin and making you look forward and not back.
The people surround you seem to be gathered inside this room, although they're still quite far away from you. The air swirling around them like a living being itself as they whisper amongst each other sharing what's going to happen today. You can hear them talking about what their expectations are and what's going to come out from this event.
Your surroundings feel thick with anticipation as all their faces turn towards you with expectant eyes waiting for something grand to happen. But instead of feeling scared, it gives strange sort of comfort knowing that somewhat even the servants are bound to duty they're here to be there and support you. As you stood before the ornate mirror, adjusting the cuffs of your finely tailored suit, a servant girl approached your side, her steps hesitant yet determined. She bowed her head respectfully and addressed you, her voice filled with a mix of deference and curiosity. "Master Lucas, is it to your liking?"
You tore your gaze away from your reflection and turned to face her. A warm smile played upon your lips as you reached out and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. You could feel the tremor that coursed through her body, a mixture of nervousness and relief. "It's fine, and please, don't call me Master. Lucas is just fine," you reassured her, your voice filled with genuine kindness.
She raised her head, her emerald eyes meeting yours, filled with a mix of awe and uncertainty. "Are you sure, Mas-" she began, her voice faltering as a blush crept onto her cheeks. She quickly looked away! "Lucas?" you finish her sentence with a reassuring nod and a chuckle. "There you go. It's much easier to say one word than a title, isn't it?" Your attempt at humor helps ease her nerves.
The servants and the lower class had always held a special place in your heart. You had witnessed their struggles, the pain and suffering etched into their calloused hands and scarred bodies. They toiled under the unforgiving sun and soil, working tirelessly to grow the food they needed to survive. Their resilience and unwavering spirit had earned your admiration and respect.
"Yes, I very much like it. Please send my salutations to the tailor of this magnificent masterpiece!" you declared, bowing your head to the servant girl. As she turned to leave, you caught a glimpse of her gasping, her eyes wide with surprise. It was a small gesture, but one that held great significance to her.
"Very well, Lucas!" she replied, bowing her head once more before quickly retreating from your presence. Only the countless servants remained, their eyes filled with a mix of admiration and awe. You couldn't blame them; a Royal Protector acting with kindness towards those of lesser stature was a rarity.
The door creaked open, and you watched as the servant girl exited the room, a chorus of giggles trailing in her wake. You return your attention back to the mirror, your fingers making some final adjustments to your countenance, striving for perfection. The door swung open once more, and a symphony of shuffling, bows, and curtsies filled the room. A pang of disappointment tugged at your heart. Respect like this was reserved for nobles or those of higher standing. You, on the other hand, harbored a disdain for those born into wealth and privilege. Life was undeniably unfair, and the fates seemed cruel. Yet, you knew that all you could do was play your part and offer assistance to those less fortunate.
You remained focused on the mirror, your eyes fixed on your reflection, unaware of the approaching presence. The mirror, unfortunately, was positioned to the side, denying you even a glimpse of the intruder. The footsteps drew nearer, but you chose to ignore them, paying no heed to the advancing visitor.
Suddenly, hands covered your eyes, and your initial reaction was one of irritation. "I'll have you know that only my family and loved ones are allowed to do that!" you growled, your blood simmering at this unwarranted intrusion.
The stranger leaned in close, their warm breath caressing your ear, and their voice, sweet and oh so familiar, sent shivers down your spine. "You wound me, my beloved," they purred, their words a tantalizing tease. "Do I not count as one of your loved ones?" they purred, their words sending shivers down your spine and an ache of longing deep within your chest. It was a voice that you knew all too well, a voice that held the power to both ignite and soothe your soul.
A chuckle escaped your lips, and you placed your own hands over theirs. "Of course, you're included, my sweet Nora," you replied, your voice laced with mock exasperation, your desire barely concealed. "After all, you're my future."
With that, you removed her hands from your eyes and turned around to face her, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. Nora stood before you, her eyes sparkling with mischief, her presence a welcomed interruption in the midst of the grand event unfolding around you.
As you stood there, your heart pounding in your chest, your eyes were drawn to her. She was a vision of elegance and beauty, dressed in a breathtaking gown of deep blue. The color seemed to dance against her fair skin, highlighting her ethereal presence. Her lips, a vivid shade of red, added a touch of allure to her already captivating appearance.
But it wasn't just her clothing that held your attention. Her hair, flowing in soft waves down her back, was the same enchanting shade of blue as her dress. Each strand seemed to shimmer in the light, adding to the mystique that surrounded her. As she moved, the waves cascading like a waterfall, it was as if she carried the essence of the ocean itself.
As you gazed at her, a feeling of warmth and safety overtook you. Nora had been the one constant in your life, always offering unwavering support and guidance, no matter the circumstances. You knew that you could always count on her to be there for you, to offer a shoulder to lean on and a hand to hold.
Your heart swelled with love and affection as you took a step towards her, your arms outstretched, inviting her into an embrace. Without hesitation, she took a step forward, her arms wrapping around you in a tight hug. You felt her warmth and softness
It was no wonder that you had fallen for her; she was everything you had ever wanted in a partner, and more.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, Lucas," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "But I wanted to wish you luck before everything starts. You look stunning, by the way," she added, her eyes raking over your form, appreciation evident in every line of her body.
You chuckled softly, a feeling of warmth spreading through your chest. "Thank you, my love. You look stunning as well, as always," you said, your eyes fixed on hers.
Nora gazed at you with a mix of adoration and concern, her lips curling into a tender smile. But her eyes, oh, her eyes betrayed the worry that gnawed at her heart. It was as if they held the weight of a thousand unspoken fears. She reached out and took your hand, gently placing it against her soft, warm cheeks, closing her eyes as she savored the caress."Lucas, I can see the nervousness in your eyes." she murmured, her hand tenderly raising yours to rest upon her cheek. You obliged, your fingers brushing against her soft skin as she closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of your touch.
Your touch on her delicate skin was hesitant, as though you feared she might vanish like a wisp of mist beneath your fingertips. The thought of losing her, of her slipping away from your grasp, terrified you to the core. But you couldn't let her see your fear. "It's fine, my sweet," you assured her, mustering all the strength you had. "I must be strong for you, for both of us."
Nora opened her eyes, her gaze shifting to your hand, palm facing upward. Her concern deepened as she traced her fingers along the scars etched onto your skin. "Why do you have scars here, my love?" she asked, her voice laced with worry and curiosity. "Why do you draw blood upon yourself?" Her words preyed upon your soul, a painful reminder of the hurt you caused her, the hurt you caused yourself.
You took a deep breath, struggling to find the words to explain the inexplicable. "It's a part of me, Nora," you said, your voice thick with emotion. "A reminder of the battles I've fought, the demons I've faced. I've hurt myself to cope, to feel something amidst the chaos inside me. But I promise you, my love, I'm trying to heal."
Nora's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her love for you evident in every glance, every touch. "Lucas, you don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders," she implored, her voice a plea. "Let me share your burdens, your fears. We are a team, my love, and together we can face anything."
The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this intimate moment. Your hands remained entwined, a symbol of your unwavering connection. With a tender smile, you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers, a silent promise of your love and the shared journey that lay ahead, your heart swelling with gratitude for Nora's unwavering support. "Thank you, my love," you said, your voice filled with a mixture of relief and determination. "I will lean on you, just as you lean on me. We'll face the darkness together, and find the light within."
You gently brushed away the tears that streamed down Nora's face, your heart heavy with regret. The sight of her crying tore at your soul, knowing that it was your own selfish actions that had caused her pain. "Hush now, my love," you whispered, your voice filled with remorse. "Tears are not a worthy sight for an angel as divine as you."
Nora's sobs continued, her voice trembling as she spoke. "Every tear shed for you, Lucas, is worth it," she choked out, her words filled with a raw and undeniable emotion. With a trembling hand, she reached out and placed it on your cheek, her touch both comforting and heartbreaking.
As you leaned in to kiss her forehead, a mixture of longing and sorrow filled the air. The room seemed to hold its breath, as if aware of the weight of this moment. The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of Nora's sniffling.
Her voice, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination, broke the silence. "I can't bear to see you hurting like this," she whispered, her breath warm against your skin. "I would endure a thousand tears if it meant easing your pain."
You could feel the conflicting emotions swirling within you, a storm of anger, sadness, and regret. The scent of Nora's perfume mingled with the salty tang of her tears, creating a bittersweet symphony that filled the room.
As you gently stroked her hair, her sobs began to subside, her breathing growing steadier and more even. She leaned back, her gaze fixed on yours, her eyes red and puffy. "Promise me that you will be open to me!" she looks at you expectantly. "All your fears, sins, worries and burdens. Promise me that you will share them with me."
Her words echoed in your mind, a plea, a prayer, a promise. A surge of emotion rose within you, threatening to burst forth in a torrent of tears and anguish. But you remained strong, unwilling to break down in front of her.
"I promise, Nora," you whispered, your voice hoarse with emotion. "I will lean on you, and together we will face the darkness. We will find the light within."
As the words spilled from your lips, you knew that they were true.
In this moment, you were one. You and Nora, together, were unstoppable. The world may have thrown obstacles and challenges your way, but it was you who would prevail.
You leaned in and pressed your lips to hers, a silent affirmation of your love and commitment. Her arms wrapped around you, and you felt her warmth and softness. She was everything you had ever dreamed of, and more.
As you and Nora stood in the room, the air heavy with anticipation, the tranquility was shattered by a sudden commotion in the hallway. Gasps and exclamations filled the air, a mixture of surprise and excitement. The door swung open, revealing the grand presence of the Royal Guard, adorned in their finest uniforms. Their faces displayed a combination of awe and uncertainty as they approached you, their heads respectfully bowed.
"It's time," one of the guards announced, his voice filled with a deep sense of respect and deference. "We are here to escort you to the plaza, Master Lucas and Lady Nora. The priest is waiting, ready to bless your holy union."
The guard took a step back, bowing once more before leaving your presence. You turned to Nora, your eyes filled with excitement and admiration. "Shall we, my dear?" you asked, extending your arm towards her, inviting her to link with you.
Nora wiped away the remaining tears from her eyes, a newfound courage and bravery shining through. "Let's shall!" she replied, nodding her head at you, her eyes sparkling with determination. Taking your arm, she intertwined it with hers, a gesture of unity and trust.
Seeing her radiant happiness, you couldn't help but let out a joyous laugh. "Oh, my sweet, sweet Angel, how lucky am I to have you!" you whispered, the words filled with adoration. With every step, you could feel the weight of the moment, the gravity of the occasion.
Together, you began to make your way towards the exit of the room, your steps echoing with purpose and love. As you passed by the servants who had surrounded you, you addressed them with warmth and sincerity, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and gratitude.
"Everyone, you are dismissed," you declared, your voice carrying the weight of your emotions. "Please, consider yourselves all invited to my wedding, and extend the invitation to your friends as well."
With that, you left the room, the door closing behind you, and walked down the corridor, Nora by your side. The anticipation in the air was almost tangible, a sense of destiny and unity filling your hearts as you embarked on the path that would bind you both in holy matrimony.
As you stepped into the grand hall, the towering stone walls seemed to close in around you, amplifying the weight of the moment. The polished marble floor reflected the soft glow of the chandeliers above, and the scent of fragrant flowers filled the air. The echoing footsteps of the Royal Guard behind you only added to the gravity of the situation.
Turning to Nora, who walked beside you with her arm gracefully linked with yours, you couldn't help but share your deepest fears. The vulnerability in your voice was palpable. "I'm scared," you confessed, your gaze locked onto her eyes, searching for reassurance. "What if I fail?"
Nora's compassionate gaze met yours, and her voice carried the soothing promise of unwavering faith. "You won't, Lucas," she whispered, her words a lifeline of conviction and hope.
A faint smile played on your lips, though the unease still lingered. "How can you be sure? What if I can't protect you? What if you suffer because of me?"
Nora halted, her delicate hand reaching up to cradle your cheek, her touch warm and tender. "My love," she began, her voice filled with resolute determination, "you are a skilled warrior, a Royal Protector. You possess the strength and power to safeguard Tiara. You will not falter."
You locked your gaze with hers, captivated by the depths of her emerald eyes, which sparkled with emotion. Her voice quivered with emotion as she continued, "And beyond that, you are my lover, my partner, my one and only. You will always come for me."
Her words washed over you like a soothing balm, carrying a blend of sorrow and longing. Without hesitation, you drew her close, her head resting against your chest, your embrace providing comfort and strength. "Nora, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe," you murmured, your voice thick with emotion.
She lifted her head, her eyes locking onto yours with unwavering confidence mixed with a hint of uncertainty. "I know," she replied, her voice resonating with determination.
Nora's words had a magical effect on you, as if her soothing assurances were a tonic that eased the tension in your shoulders. A soft smile graced your lips as you clasped her hands, squeezing them tenderly in a silent gesture of gratitude.
"You always knew what to say to me beloved!"
She chuckled, a melodious sound that danced in the air. "Is that the reason you fell for me, then?" she teased, her eyes sparkling mischievously.
Your laughter filled the corridor, the echoes bouncing off the grand walls. "Among many other enchanting qualities," you replied, your voice brimming with affection.
The Royal Guards stood behind you in silence, their presence commanding and their heads bowed respectfully. Their eyes, however, betrayed a hidden curiosity as they watched you intently. It was as if they were unable to resist peeking into a world that was not their own, their interest barely concealed.
You turned your gaze to Nora, the love of your life, and a mischievous smile played on your lips. The corners of her mouth curled up in amusement as her eyes flitted to the guards. There was a certain sparkle in her gaze, a glint of mischief that made your heart race with anticipation. "So we do have an audience, my dear," you whispered, your voice filled with affection and excitement.
Nora's smile grew wider, and she leaned closer to you, her eyes never leaving yours. "I wonder what they make of us, of this moment," she murmured, her voice laced with a hint of playfulness.
You let out a shrug, a crooked grin forming on your face. "I suppose there's only one way to find out," you responded, your voice filled with a sense of adventure. Your shoulders relaxed, and your own lips curved into a crooked grin. Nora had a way of making you embrace moments like these, to let go of your seriousness and indulge in the pleasures of life. With her, you felt lighter, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from your shoulders.
You couldn't resist the urge to play along. "Tell me, gentlemen," you quipped, your voice filled with mock curiosity, "what do you make of this moment?"
The Royal Guards remained steadfast, their expressions unchanged as they maintained their respectful posture. You couldn't help but chuckle at their unwavering stoicism, their commitment to their duty.
"Come on now, I don't bite!" you prodded, a mischievous glint in your eye. You were eager to break their silence, to elicit a response, and to share a moment of camaraderie with them amidst the grandeur of the occasion.
The burly guard with the scar running down his cheek cleared his throat, and after a moment of hesitation, he decided to speak. "Master Lucas, we are not in a position to comment on such matters," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty and a touch of trepidation.
You couldn't resist a playful wink as you encouraged them to share their thoughts. "Then I give you the position to say what's on your mind!"
The two guards exchanged glances, and one of them finally shrugged, breaking the silence. "Master Lucas, we found your connection with Lady Nora to be… surprising."
Intrigued, you probed further, "Why is that, gentlemen?"
"Well, it's not often that a Royal Protector marries a commoner," one of the guards began, "and it's even more uncommon for a noblewoman to marry a man from the lower class. It's just…"
Nora's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration, and she couldn't help but interject, "It's not like we chose our stations in life. Love is love, no matter the circumstances."
The guard nodded, appreciating Nora's sentiment. "That's a rather poetic way of looking at it," he admitted, his eyes gleaming with a newfound appreciation for your relationship.
You glanced at Nora, a warm smile spreading across your face. Her unwavering support and her ability to see the beauty in the simplest of truths had always touched your heart. "Love is love, indeed," you agreed, your gaze locked onto Nora's, silently expressing the depth of your adoration and commitment.
With a hearty chuckle, you turned back to the guards. "Well, thank you for your input, gentlemen. But may I have your word that you will drink to your heart's content with me at my wedding? You and all the royal guards are welcomed to join me in my celebration."
The guards' gasps of surprise echoed through the hall, their faces twisted in shock. Disbelief hung heavy in the air, and their wide eyes revealed a mix of confusion and wonder.
"Master Lucas, we don't deserve such kindness," one of the guards stammered, his voice tinged with genuine astonishment. "You have done so much for the kingdom, and yet, you continue to show compassion and generosity towards those beneath you."
With a mischievous glint in your eye, you playfully teased, "Don't say that, my dear friend. Besides, I'm sure you're secretly hoping that Master Lucas gets married every day just to keep him in a jolly mood, aren't you?" You couldn't help but click your tongue at them and even gave them a finger gun gesture.
The two guards blinked in surprise, then burst into laughter. "HAHAHA!" they chuckled heartily. "Well, we won't turn down a free party, Master Lucas. You've earned our respect, and we are honored to share this moment with you."
The warmth of their laughter and camaraderie filled the room, dispelling any lingering tension. You felt your heart swell with pride and admiration as their words washed over you. "Thank you, gentlemen," you whispered, your voice brimming with gratitude.
"It is us who should be thanking you, Master Lucas," the guard replied sincerely. "Your generosity and kindness are truly remarkable, and we are fortunate to witness such a momentous occasion."
Your eyes filled with determination, stepped forward, his voice resonating with a newfound resolve. "Gentlemen, I may have done much for the kingdom, but it is your unwavering loyalty and dedication that inspire me every day. This celebration is not just for me, but for all of us, for the strength and unity we have forged together."
A hush fell over the room as the guards listened intently, their hearts swelling with a mixture of pride and gratitude.
"Let us revel in this moment, not just as subjects and master, but as friends and allies. Together, we shall forge a future filled with compassion, kindness, and generosity. For it is in these moments of unity that we find the true essence of our humanity."
The guards put thier gaunlted over their chest! "We would be honored, Master Lucas," one of the guards replied, a smile spreading across his face. "Your wedding will be a grand celebration, and we shall raise our glasses high in your honor."
ears welled up in the corners of your eyes as you were overwhelmed by the praise and gratitude from the guards. With a heartfelt nod, you turned to Nora, your voice quivering with emotion. "I am forever indebted to the love and support you have shown me, my dear."
Nora waved her hand dismissively. "Yes, yes, we're all thankful now. Can we get moving, please? I'm dying to finally kiss my husband on the lips!" She turned her gaze to the guards, a hint of threat underlying her tone. "I hope you two boys won't object to the vows?"
"Of course, Lady Nora. We would never dream of standing between two lovers," the guard replied, his tone filled with a mixture of amusement and respect. "We will wait patiently outside the chapel until you are finished with the ceremony."
Nora's mischievous smile danced on her lips. "I hope you boys won't get bored while waiting."
The guard shook his head, his eyes locked onto Nora's. "Boredom is the last thing on our minds, my lady. The anticipation and excitement of this moment are palpable, and we are eager to bear witness to your union."
With a nod, the guard signaled to his comrade, and they made their way out of the hall. "Let's go," he ordered, his voice filled with a mixture of anticipation and pride.
You and Nora continued walking, the anticipation building with each step, until you finally arrived at the venue of your wedding. It was a breathtaking sight. The plaza was adorned with flowers and decorations in vibrant hues, casting a magical aura over the entire place. Soft music filled the air, setting a romantic and enchanting tone for the occasion. Guests had gathered, their eyes filled with joy and expectation, as they eagerly awaited your arrival.
At the acenter of the fountain, the priest stood, an embodiment of solemnity and reverence, ready to bless your union. As you approached, your heart pounded in your chest, a whirlwind of emotions flooding over you—excitement, anxiety, and the overwhelming sense that this was the beginning of a new chapter in your life.
With every step you took, you couldn't help but gaze at Nora, your eyes locked onto hers. Her beauty was ethereal, enhanced by the glow of happiness and anticipation. She was everything you had ever dreamed of and more.
This moment, this venue, this love—it was all perfect. You knew that together, you and Nora could face anything, and the future held nothing but promise and endless love.
Nora's concerned voice pulled you from your thoughts. Her eyes bore into yours, searching for answers. "Lucas, is something the matter?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine concern.
You shook your head, trying to dispel the unsettling effects of your battle-honed instincts. "It's nothing, my love," you replied, forcing a reassuring smile. "Just an old gut feeling, a remnant of my days as a Royal Protector. There's nothing to worry about."
In truth, you knew that this was a different kind of battle—one that didn't require swords or armor. It was the battle to let go of the constant vigilance, the readiness to protect, and to embrace a life of peace and love with the woman who held your heart.
As you stood at the altar, surrounded by the beauty of the wedding venue, you couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had brought you here. The dread that had briefly gripped you was fading, replaced by a profound sense of gratitude and happiness. This was your moment to be at peace, to settle down with the love of your life, and to face the future together with unwavering love and devotion.
The priest, a tall figure in flowing robes, stood at the altar, his gaze fixed on you and Nora. His aged face was etched with lines of wisdom and his eyes held a deep sense of purpose. With a gentle clearing of his throat, he commanded the attention of the area, and the air grew heavy with anticipation.
We are gathered here today to witness two wonderful souls come together in holy matrimony!"
As the priest continued to speak, his words fading into the background, you couldn't shake the feeling that had gripped you earlier—the ominous sense of impending danger, like the sword of Damocles hanging perilously close. Your senses seemed to slow, the world becoming a haze of sounds and colors.
Without warning, Nora's grip tightened on your shoulders, and she spun you around with a force that took you by surprise. Confusion clouded your mind as you tried to comprehend what was happening. And then, you saw it. A flash of pain filled Nora's eyes, her body swaying slightly. The world seemed to move in slow motion as blood poured from her lips, staining her once pristine gown.
Time stood still as the realization hit you like a tidal wave. Nora had been shot. The room erupted into chaos, but your focus was solely on Nora, on the pool of blood spreading rapidly beneath her. Panic and terror consumed your every thought, threatening to suffocate you.
The priest's voice faltered, his eyes widening in shock. Guests frantically scrambled to help, their voices a blur of urgency and fear. But your attention was fixated on Nora, on her fading breaths, and the desperate need to save her.
You dropped to your knees, your hands trembling as you pressed them against the wound, desperately trying to stem the flow of blood. "Nora, stay with me," you pleaded, your voice quivering with fear and desperation. But it was futile. The life was slipping away from her, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.
Amidst the chaos, a voice rang out with righteous anger, "For my Father, Royal Protector!" But you were oblivious to the commotion that followed. All that mattered was Nora, the love of your life, slipping away from you.
You heard the clash of swords and grunts of pain, but it was distant background noise. Your world had narrowed down to the lifeless body in your arms, tears streaming down your face. The reality of her sacrifice hit you like a ton of bricks. Nora had taken an arrow meant for you, giving up her own life so that you could live.
Future Denied
Past Broken And Erased From History
Present Full Of Pain And Madness
Nora is very wordly for Lucas. They are destined for each other. Their love is a once in a lifetime kind of love. They are each other's soulmates, but sometimes, fate has a funny way of working.
Lucas and Nora are about to get married, but before they can say "I do," an arrow pierces Nora's heart, leaving her lifeless and bleeding out in Lucas' arms. Now very ironic for the phrase till death to us part!
Ever since Lucas was in the service to their Majesties, he always ponders why he is always the one who live to see another day, while his friends and loves one always dies.
Maybe, just maybe? This how the fates plans to torment him for the rest of his life, mocking him, goading it to his face that he will always be alive to see the life of his loved ones leave their eyes.
"NORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" he screamed her name one last time to the heavens!
(AN: You thought it was fluff? But it was Angst all along
So I hope you enjoyed the story Readers
Part 2?
YES(i WANT TO KNOW IF LUCAS WILL BE ALRIGHT)
NO(YOU MONSTER I DON'T WANT YOU BREAKING Y HEART AGAIN!)
Dropping by to say that Chap.3 is finally live and I'm sad to tell that Variel will die in this chapter, the reasons will be under the cut.
Sike! you really thought I will kill Variel? I'm not crazy enough and besides I can already smell the torches and pitchforks that is gathering on my Inbox lol.
Chapter 3 here
So here's what to expect.
1.Ball time
2.Pick your partner and have some time with them.
3.Customize your MC(Shocker right?)
4. Cameos and wall breaks(I love doing this type of things.
Also thank you for following me and supporting me.
Send me an ask if you want and SC bugs if you found one
So just informing you guys that I'm so upbeat and feeling inspired to write Chapter 2 because world be dammed I'm writing some of the most giddy and gushy scenes. Don't believe me ?
Why don't you feast your eyes on this!
Just then, a carriage came out of nowhere at full speed. "MOVE!" the driver shouted. You froze in place like a deer caught in headlights, only this time there was no escape from being road-killed again, how ironic haha!
But what's this? Strong arms encased in armor suddenly wrapped around you and pulled you close to him protectively. The thundering sound of galloping hooves pounded closer and closer, yet all you were aware of was Lucas' heartbeat hammering against yours and the warmth of his embrace.
”Are you alright?” Lucas asked, his blue eyes blazing with concern as he brushed your hair away from your face to search for any signs of head injuries.
"I'm al-" you start to say but before you can complete your sentence, another question came streaming out of his mouth, filled with worry and protectiveness. "Do you want me to carry you?" he asks, adjusting his hold on you so that it will be more comfortable for you.
I'm hell bent on making you Readers turn your back on Variel and I promised you that I will succeed in my endeavors, I might not be able to persuade all of you but mark my words some will flock to LUCAS!!!!!!
