#immmortals

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when you think you’re alone i the office so youre low key break dancing to immortals as you mix your ranch dip but then reception comes in like “….i had a dentist appt this morning”

yep. for sure.

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Chapter Two (Book 1 of the Immortals Trilogy

When it comes to life, live it to the fullest. No one ever knows when some life changing might happen, whether it be something positive or not. So go live life how you want to live it, don’t do what others want you to do. Leave those pages blank because with doing that, you’re proving that you are capable of writing your own story.

-E.G. Stansfield

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Fawn had explained everything from the dragon she killed just weeks after she left to her saving an entire village just a month ago. All the while, Ash was amazed at all the crazy adventures his friend has had since she had left his village all those years ago, and by then, Fawn had finished and was out of breath, her cheeks flushed a brilliant shade of pink.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” Tracer smirked as he leaned up against the doorway.

Ash nodded, a laugh escaping him before looking up at Fawn.

“What are you planning on doing for your next adventure?” He asked, but Fawn shrugged. “Slay another dragon or an ogre half-breed?”

Tracer whacked Fawn on the arm, but she punched him back.

“What was that for?” Fawn asked as Tracer nodded towards Ash. “Oh, yeah. That…”

Fawn laughed awkwardly and tucked a piece of hair, which was now a metallic royal blue, behind her ear for before speaking.

“I may or may not be training to be in the King’s personal guard…” Fawn said slowly.

“By gods, Fawn!” Ash exclaimed. “You’re just full of surprises!”

“Yup,” Fawn stated, popping the ‘p.’

The conversation between the two friends continued. The subject of the King’s personal guard remained for a while but it somehow changed into how pigs can be excellent friends and not just food. Tracer added some input, but was eventually pulled into the conversation. Together, they talked like any friends would.

Gossip flowing into juicy rumors, how many women the prince was actually courting at one time, and, of course, arguments on who was the best smithy out of the three. Usually, they wouldn’t brag around one another, but it was all brought out because Fawn had to mention the fact that her birthday last month and that she was now allowed to drink legally, so Ash and Tracer were, as guessed, drunk beyond their wits.

“Clearly I’m the best blacksmith, I mean, have you seen my skills?” Ash slurred

The other two laughed heartily.

“You can’t forge anything for shit!” Tracer said, obviously intoxicated. “I’m the most experienced.”

Fawn was the most sober out of the trio, all she had was a small buzz. She watched her two friends continue until their talking came to a stop. Fawn hadn’t noticed the two turn silent because she was lost in her thoughts. Ash cleared his throat. Fawn looked up slowly, as if she had been woken from sleep. The two males before her looked at the Hybrid expectantly.

“What?” The girl asked. “Did I light another house on fire again? Or did I make little Samuel Wynton spontaneously combust again?”

Ash and Tracer snorted with laughter at her comment. Fawn then remembered what the two were talking about.

“As if!” Fawn said, “Clearly I’m the best blacksmith because—”

The Hybrid was the first out of the three to actually give proof all night, so the Pheonix and the Shapeshifter knew that their sides of the argument were at an end. There was no point in arguing with Fawn.

“—My father had trained me before he passed, and he was the best blacksmith the kingdom has ever known, not to mention that he was the heir to the throne once, so he was pressured into being the best by his parents, my grandparents so if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bed. It must be nearly midnight.” Fawn said as she stood from her seat. “Goodnight, you two.”

“G’night, pretty lady!” Ash slurred happily, a drunk smirk placing itself on his face.

All Fawn received from her mentor was a lopsided wave and smile. As she was heading to a spare room, she heard Ash whisper, “She’s s’pretty, ain’t she Trey? As pretty as a star!” Fawn laughed softly as she felt heat creep to her cheeks at his comment, but brushed the feeling off, thinking that he was just a drunk, and that she was the only one he could think was an angel in his drunken state.

The next morning, Fawn awoke with the sun in her eyes and her hair sprawled out on her pillow. She groaned in regret. Her head hurt slightly because of how much she drank. Even though she had a small buzz the night before, she regretted drinking immediately. Fawn ran to the privy, almost throwing up on the way.

“Gods, why did I even mention the fact that I was twenty-two?” She groaned before she heard someone knock on the door, she looked up, smiling half-heartedly.

“That must be quite a hangover, my friend,” Tracer said. “Even though you hardly drank anything.”

Fawn laughed, remembering what her two friends did late into the night.

“That’s because it’s my first time trying the stuff, that or I might have an intolerance, like my mother. But this is nothing compared to what you and Ash did last night,” Fawn said hoarsely before walking into her room and into the kitchen, where Ash was making breakfast.

Tracer paled at her words. He felt sick. The Hybrid smiled. Tracer looked at his friend, silently asking her how bad it really was.

“You two kissed each other while trying to prove to the other who was a better kisser,” Fawn said. “That’s the worst thing you two did. You two were out of it.”

Tracer laughed awkwardly and ran his fingers through raven black hair; in Fawn’s mind, she thought that he was going to break down and cry. Fawn snickered as Ash spun around, eyes widened.

“Liar!” Ash yelled. “You’re lying!”

Fawn burst out laughing and soon, tears were streaming down her face as they begged her to tell them the truth, and until she did, they would not feed her or talk to her. Hours later, she broke.

“Fine, I’ll tell you the truth,” Fawn said. “I actually dared you guys, I’m sorry…”

“Apology accepted,” Tracer said, a forgiving look on his face. “You better get ready to leave Fawn, it will take days to reach the kingdom.”

If only they could tell that Fawn was telling another lie. She couldn’t help it, it was quite hilarious to mess with her two closest friends.

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@calicoskatts Here’s the second chapter!! Sorry it took so long to publish it, I’ve been pretty busy with school and everything. I’m on my last two weeks of school for the semester and finals have started. But at least it’s published!!!