This is a Source Filmmaker/SFM depiction of Elise in my Paracosmic Megamix Sonic AU's post-Sonic '06 timeline. For those not in the know about how the end of Sonic '06 goes in my AU, the Flame of Hope that Elise blows out is actually a magical seal/cage containing Innerste (the heart and soul of Solaris that Elise is the vessel of in the Sonic '06 Story Surgery video). When the Flame is blown out, Innerste is freed and unites with Solaris, truly completing them. The now completed and, more importantly, benevolent Solaris decides to rewrite the timeline, as well as its own divine nature. This results in not only the Solaris Project not taking place, but it also makes Mephiles, Iblis, and Innerste a trinity of full-fledged divine aspects of Solaris, instead of their broken pieces.
This new trinity of Solaris then decides to incarnate in the mortal world... as Elise and two of my OCs who are her fraternal triplet siblings. Elise in the post-'06 timeline is the demigod incarnation/vessel of Innerste, the soul and light of Solaris. Her cold-demeanored, cunning, and calculating brother Marlowe is the incarnation of Mephiles, who is known in the new timeline as Noctis or Tenebris, and her hot-headed, hot-tempered sister Vesta is the incarnation of Iblis, who is known in the new timeline as Hestia or Pyrrha.
Anyways, Elise is the kind, caring princess she is in canon, in contrast to her sister’s anger issues and her brother’s sometimes snakeish and nasty attitude. And she's primarily a healer/support, tending to prefer healing and shielding others in battle with her divine magic, which includes fighting alongside both her siblings, and Sonic and friends.
However, if she, sometimes reluctantly, deems it necessary for her to actually fight and do combat in battle in addition to being the healer/support, she can use said divine magic, as well as other light, sky, and holy powers to *SMITE* enemies, or use her rapier to defend herself.
As for the art itself, I gave Elise the armor (which is from Hilde from Soulcalibur) because even if she wants to just be the healer and protector when in battle, she still has to get herself out there in danger's way. Because of that, being armored up wouldn't hurt, to say the least. And I couldn't find any SFM models of Solaris for their wings, so I just gave her angel wings.
It's been a while since I wrote some Nightmare angst :)
Thankfully @somegrumpynerd posted a wonderful thought that gave me a boost of inspiration :D ( surprise surprise hope you enjoy :) )
Tw: some self hatred, mention of past bullying, slight abandonment issue, basically just Nightmare badly needing therapy and having a bad time™
- What would you like to do ?
Nightmare asked as Killer turned to look at him, taken aback by the question. His boss rarely asked him about what he would like to do, surely because the determination dripping skeleton always seemed pleased with everything. He was always so enthusiastic about everything Nightmare asked him to do or anywhere he asked him to go, that Nightmare just didn't think Killer would want something else. But his henchman had looked quite... down, lately, he often found him looking through the window, lost in his thoughts, spacing out during dinner or mid conversation, and so he had been worried that he could be longing for something else that Nightmare didn't think of providing, but now that a truce had been established with his brother, it would be easier to satisfy whatever need he had.
Killer thought for a moment, glancing at the window before looking back at Nightmare. Something he wanted to do ? He didn't want to do anything special, but... he did want to go out... did that count as something to do ?
- I... I want to go in the Omega Timeline... to see Color...
Nightmare didn't respond right away, and Killer saw him frown a little, was his answer not what Nightmare expected ? Should he have asked to watch TV instead ?
Nightmare kept staring at him for a few seconds before realizing that he was waiting for an answer.
- I.. sure, you can.. you can go see him...
He hesitated. Killer smiled, giving him a hug that Nightmare didn't know how to reciprocate, before letting him go and leaving to go to his room.
- I'm gonna pack my bag, I'll be back in five minutes !
Nightmare watched him leave, a feeling that he hadn't felt in years emerged in his soul and he had to take a deep breath to try and suppress it. He looked out the window. It was autumn, his favorite season, he loved watching the trees change color and the leaves falling on the ground, the trees in Dreamtale never did that, his AU had been stucked in a perpetual spring due to the Tree of Feelings. His boys always teased him when he called it autumn instead of fall, they always said he was so fancy and sophisticated.
- Hey, uh.. you're good ?
Nightmare turned, Killer was back with his bag on his shoulder. He looked worried. Nightmare forced a smile.
- Yeah, I'm good, I'll take you to the Omega Timeline.
He wrapped a tentacle around Killer's wrist and the two of them dissappear in a puddle, when the reappeared they were in a white void, a spot in the Omega Timeline that was far enough from the city as to not be seen. Nightmare wasn't welcomed here.
Color was already there, Killer must have sent him a message. He looked at Nightmare with suspicion, as he always did, not trusting him near his friend. The black skeleton let go of Killer, watching him run to his friend to hug him full force, his soul radiating happiness and excitation while Nightmare's soul only clenched in his ribcage. When Killer turned around, Nightmare was already gone.
Nightmare reappeared back in the living room, alone, his whole chest burning from the inside. He felt Dust's presence behind him.
- Hey, uh, I saw Killer running out of his room with a bag, you dropped him somewhere ?
- He's.. in the Omega Timeline..
Nightmare answered without turning around. Dust laughed.
- Off being gay with his rainbow boyfriend again ?
Nightmare forced himself to chuckle but he already felt his lips trembling.
- Yeah.. I'll.. be in my office, I have work to do, do not disturb me..
He said before teleporting, leaving Dust in the living room, confused.
He locked the door and went to sit on his chair. What had he done ? Why did he let him go ? Why did he let Killer leave ? Why did he want to leave in the first place ? Wasn't he happy here with them ? He thought he had been happy, he was always so.. so joyful when they were all together... had he been secretly miserable ? So miserable that now that there was a truce he saw his chance to leave ? To go be happy with his friend, like Dust said, because he wasn't truly happy here ? What did Nightmare do wrong, what did he not see, for Killer to want to leave this soon ?
Nightmare felt terrible, like a giant weight was crushing him and couldn't get up, he could never get up. He had thought that Killer was happy, he truly believed it, but he asked him to leave, and Nightmare hadn't found the strength to tell him no, to keep him away from someone who made him smile more then they could ever had. He didn't find the strength to say no, to lock him here and watch him be miserable and knowing he was the cause of his misery. Not again.
He didn't want to be the cause of anybody's misery, not again, not anymore. He had felt so bad, so guilty, each time a villager accused him of causing harm to them or their family. He didn't want to harm anyone, all he wanted was play under the tree with his brother, his brother was always so happy to be with him. He harmed him too. He harmed him each time there was a storm, Dream didn't like thunder, it always made him cry when it was too loud, he was scared. But where did fear come from ? It came from him. From his apples. He knew that if Dream was scared it was because of him, because he guarded those feelings, each time someone felt fear or sadness or despair it was because of him. He knew it. So if Killer was unhappy, it must have been because of him.
His gaze fell on the picture on his desk, a picture taken by Killer, on which there was everyone. They were smiling, Nightmare was in the back, watching them fondly, his boys, his family. He grabbed the frame carefully, holding it with both hands. He loved them so much... were they happy here ? Did they want to go too ? Should he let them go ? He wanted them to be happy, even if it meant they would be far from him...
He sighed, putting the frame back on his desk, he teleported to his room and fell on his bed. Dinner was almost ready, judging by the time, but he wasn't hungry. Horror wouldn't be pleased with him skipping a meal, but he felt like he would throw up if he ate anything. His chest felt too full, ready to explode, he felt like he had something in his throat making his cheeks tingle. He rolled on the other side of his bed, holding a pillow in his arms as his tentacles curled around him in a protective manner. He was breathing faster, louder, his lips were shaking. He felt pathetic. He didn't have the right to cry. He didn't have the right to feel sad that Killer was happy. He should be happy for him ! He should be happy Killer had someone who cared about him ! He should... he should have seen something was wrong... he should have guessed... it wasn't rocket science, he could never make someone happy, that was his brother's role, not his, it had never been his. His role was to make people miserable, and he was good at this job, so good that he himself felt so miserable at that moment.
He didn't find sleep this night, he just kept rolling over and over and over, listening to the others go to bed too. Horror had knocked at his door, informing him that his plate was in the fridge if he was hungry later. He wasn't hungry. He wanted to throw up. He felt disgusted, disgusted of himself for having neglected Killer so much he didn't notice he wasn't happy.
He got out of bed in the morning, later than usual, he felt heavy. He managed to drag himself to the kitchen and sit at the table where the others, minus Killer, were already having breakfast.
- Mornin' Night, want coffee ?
Horror asked, already making some pancakes. Nightmare nodded, not feeling like talking this morning.
- You look down, bad night ?
Cross asked him, worried, Nightmare was usually the first to get up. He nodded again and gave a small smile to Horror when he gave him his mug, sipping on the hot liquid.
He listened to them as they were having their conversation. Did they want to leave too ? Did they have places to go, people to meet, where they would be happier than here ? Did they know Killer wouldn't come back ? Did he already tell them goodbye ?
- You're sure you're okay ?
Dust asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. His hands were shaking on his empty mug. He looked at the hooded skeleton, and the hooded skeleton looked back at him, squinting. Nightmare looked down.
- I'm fine, just.. just thinking about.. about stuff..
He mumbled, not at all convincing, and he knew it. He got up before any of them could ask anything else and teleported back in his office.
Would they also leave him one day ? He couldn't stop thinking about it. Were they unhappy too ? If Killer was unhappy, were they too ? Would he be strong enough to let them go ? Would he be strong enough to get up after their departure ? Would he be strong enough to keep living without them ? Would he live or just exist ? Would they even want to hang out with him from time to time ? To ask how he was doing ? Who would they ask that ? Dream maybe ? How would Dream know ? They haven't spend time with each other for so long... maybe it was time for Nightmare to catch up with his brother ? Maybe it was time he finally did something right in his life ? Something good, instead of making everyone he met feel like a piece of garbage ? Maybe Dream would stay a little... ? At least out of pity... ? He was always so nice, surely he would accept to keep him company from time to time...
His phone buzzed on his desk. Nightmare looked at it, frowning, he rarely received any messages. He grabbed it, unlocking it quickly to see who wanted to contact him. It was Killer.
" You can come pick me up now :D waiting at the usual spot kiss kiss •3• "
Nightmare stared at his screen for a while, reading the message over and over again, until his phone locked itself on its own after being left untouched for too long. He saw his reflection in the black screen. He felt ridiculous. So ridiculous. He wanted to laugh, and he laughed, he laughed at the absurdity of the situation, he laughed until it turned into crying, until he cried and choked on all those tears he was fighting since he dropped Killer in the Omega Timeline, the tears he was fighting in bed, during breakfast, he let his soul pound faster and harder, his chest burn, his throat hurt, and his eye and cheeks sting.
He thought he had lost him, he thought he was gone forever and that he would lose the others too, he had been so scared, and for what ? For nothing. For nothing at all. Killer wanted to come back home, he didn't want to leave, he wanted to come back. He had been so scared, so scared to be alone again, to be this lonely little child again, this little child with no friends, no one to talk to, to play with... a terrified little child who just wanted to love and loved... he didn't want to go back to that, he wanted to stay with his boys, he wanted them to stay with him, they were so precious to him, his whole reason to live, he didn't bear the thought of losing them...
But Killer wasn't gone, they were all still here, all at home, they were with him, and he would make it last as long as possible...
- Hey you sure he got connection in this old ass castle ?
Color asked Killer. They have been waiting for Nightmare for almost an hour when he would usually show up not one minute after Killer sent a message.
- He probably got his head in a book, he's such a bookworm I swear.
Killer chuckled, sitting on him bag, humming happily. How could he not be happy ? He spent the whole day with his best friend and was now going back home to play with his other besties !
[AN: So uhh, fun fact! This only took like 2 or 3 days to write! However procrastination and school stuff hit HARD, and in the end there was a MONTH between the first and the second day (meaning if you notice anything off it's probably that-) ToT Whatever, enjoy!]
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The new leader had been wandering around, exploring new territory when she was startled by an unfamiliar scent reaching her. It was a cat, but not any of her clanmates, and before Gulfstar could even think to search for them a head poked out from a nearby bush.
“Hey, you there!”
Gulfstar turned, looking for the source of the voice until she found it. A younger creamy she-cat with a rye stalk behind her ear was eyeing her with… anger?
“Yeah you! You're one of those newcomers right?”
For a second, Gulfstar wasn't sure how to respond, but she quickly regained composure. “Greetings! I'm Gulfstar, leader of SaffronClan! Yes, we were led here by-”
“Oh cut the mouse-dung,” the she-cat waved her off, baring her teeth. “Moons of peace, and now you just come here and declare yourself a clan? SaffronClan of all things?”
Taken aback, Gulfstar stiffened. What was she on about? What’s wrong with SaffronClan? Still, she tried to stay polite. “What do you mean? Who are you?”
“I am Peachplume, a respected warrior of PrimroseClan.” She flicked her tail. “And we don't want you here. Years of peaceful coexistence and suddenly some kittypets think they can be a clan? You're either stupid or disrespectful if you think we'll allow it.”
Gulfstar’s fur bristled despite her best efforts. How dare she?! Rebuilding SaffronClan was their sacred mission now - who did this kit think she was, bossing her around? Her voice suddenly turned ice-cold, surprising even herself.
“StarClan themselves chose me and my clanmates to go form a new clan here. And SaffronClan was the name we were told to give it. If you and your clan have issues with that, that's your problem.”
The cat, Peachplume, unsheathed her claws, but didn't move. There were a few tense beats as they just stared at each other in fury. In the end, she retracted them, shaking her head and shutting her eyes. After a moment she opened them and stopped to look back at Gulfstar, staring her down sternly.
“Listen to me. SaffronClan is trouble. And many cats would agree with me. Run while you still have the chance. We don't need more Twolegplace savages in our forest.”
Gulfstar tried to give her the coldest gaze she had, despite the fiery anger she felt inside her. “I don't know who you think we are, but I give you my word we only want to be a good and respectable clan and live together in peace. We bring no harm, and I hope you and the other clans see that soon.”
Flicking her ear but not changing her expression, Peachplume just let out a short “Mrrp!” before jumping back into the overgrowth beyond. Still bristling with anger, Gulfstar was alone once more, although she could already hear someone approaching fast. Sootleg?
“Gulf- Gulfstar! What happened? Are you alright?”
Turning to face her, Gulfstar quickly mustered a smile. The talk with the clancat shook her, but she wasn't about to let it show. There was work to be done.
“Of course, Sootleg. Don't you worry about me.”
[Gulfstar was seen arguing, and borderline-fighting, with a cat from PrimroseClan. The clan has encountered Peachplume.]
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“Ughhh… My belly…”
Popstreak’s ears flattened in annoyance as she tried drowning out the whines of the longfurred tom. Oakfoot had come to her a few days prior complaing about a bellyache. She had given him some herbs, but it quickly worsened and he had to be moved to the medicine den. The tom claimed the herbs didn't help, but Popstreak was more inclined to believe he didn't even take them, because of their poor smell or whatever other reason he found.
“What a child. You can't refuse medicine just because you think it tastes bad.” she thought and continued sorting herbs.
…Oh. It seemed she was out of elder leaves already. And juniper was running low too. Well, the weather is still good - she might as well get out of here before Oakfoot drives her crazy.
She turned towards him. “I’m going out on a herb patrol. You just lay here and wait for the herbs to kick in. Don't worry, I'm sure there's someone who'd like to keep you company.” That final part was a damn lie, but she didn't intend to let it show.
Oakfoot didn't even have time to argue before she briskly walked outside. The weather was nice and sunny in true Greenleaf fashion. There was a patch of big elder bushes not a far walk away, and if she's lucky there should still be some juniper left along the way too.
She walked in utter silence until reaching the elder bush. A couple shrews were sniffing about, but it only took a nasty look from the huge she-cat to send them scampering. She didn't feel like hunting them - they were barely bigger than the pebbles on the ground under her paws anyway.
There was a small boulder protruding from the ground near the bush. Still silent, she hopped onto it, reaching out with her left paw to pull the closest branch near her mouth, careful not to fall down. How ironic that elder leaves, used to treat sprains, are often gathered in ways that risk sprains, she thought as she gathered them with her teeth.
As she hopped down and turned to go back, Popstreak was pleasantly surprised to see that there was, in fact, juniper growing just a fox-length away from the trail. Good for her, she wouldn't need to return to this spot for a while now.
…She did, however, need to return to the annoying patient in her den. Bleh.
Every time Popstreak thought he couldn't get any more on her nerves, Oakfoot would surprise her. She had barely stepped foot into the den, when he hissed:
“There you are! What took you so long?! Your stinky herbs aren't helping, can't you give me anything else?”
Popstreak tightened the grip she had on the herbs. Living with this tom is going to be hard, that's for sure.
[Popstreak gathers herbs by herself.]
[Oakfoot has gotten a stomachache.]
[Popstreak thinks Oakfoot isn't very considerate of others.]
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"A rogue! Oh no! Who will save us?" Softkit gasped, eyes wide in mock terror. She flopped around on her back, as if struck by an enemy claw.
Yowling out a battle call, a small orange tom jumped over to her, as triumphantly as his tiny legs allowed him. "Fear not, young miss! For I, Amberdawn, the legendary warrior of SaffronClan-"
"Hey, not fair!" Softkit hissed, dropping the charade in a moment. "I wanna be Amberdawn!"
"But you always take her!"
"Yeah, 'cuz she's cool!"
"So let me be her once! You can have Sootleg or someone."
"But I'm a much better Amberdawn!"
Lightningkit scoffed at that, turning around. He knew his sister would throw a fuss over this, so he came prepared.
The small tom's tail was adorned with freshly gathered cardinal feathers, the same kind Amberdawn wore. They fit with his pelt beautifully and shone in the greenleaf sun.
Softkit's mouth opened and didn't know how to close in shock. "Where did you get that? They're pretty, let me have some!!"
"Nope, they're mine, so I get to be Amberdawn."
"No!! ...Can I have maybe just one, pleeeease?"
"Hmmm... nope! And actually, I like these so much, I think I'll keep them forever!"
"What?! No!! I'll- I'll get dad!"
The dad was sitting at the entrance of the elders’ den, watching his kits from afar. Milkbud yawned a bit, still sleepy from his nap. As he adjusted himself on the mossy bedding, the Clan cave was entered by another cat, who was carrying a freshly-killed bird in her mouth.
"Hey Milkbud!" Sootled called as she walked over, setting the bird down in front of him. "Here you go. I know it's not much, but I was out and thought I should get you something to eat, at least until we fill the fresh-kill pile."
She was right - they'd barely been living here for a moon, and the fresh-kill pile couldn't always fulfill all their needs yet still. Unfortunately it meant that for the time being, Milkbud and other older cats would occasionally have to eat less than their clanmates, as Gulfstar made a rule of prioritizing the youngest cats during meals.
Milkbud didn't mind too much - he was still strong, and really grateful his kits were being well cared for. Still, small gestures like this meant a lot. "Thanks, Sooty. Hope it wasn't too much trouble."
"Oh no, not at all!" the she-cat smiled politely, before turning to look at the kits, who were still arguing. "What are they doing there? Do you need me to break them up?"
Milkbud shook his head. "They're smart kids, I'm sure they can talk it out. I'm only separating them if they start to actually fight." he concluded, just as Lightningkit down there stuck his tongue out at his sister. As Sootleg left he could see Softkit turn around, walking away from Lightningkit with a pout on her face.
She walked over to the elders’ den, sitting down a couple frog-lenghts from Milkbud. She was looking at the ground. Seems like the fight over feathers hadn't been resolved after all.
Milkbud thought it over a bit, as this obviously wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Lightningkit was the sweetest little tom ever, but he loved causing trouble and Softkit, who was more timid, would often end up his favourite target. The tom looked at the bird in his paws.
Then he smiled and got up, coming to sit next to his daughter. “You want some honey?” he pushed the bird closer to her.
Softkit looked up, and in instant her sour mood was gone, replaced by joy and a thankful glimmer in her eyes. “Yes! Yes daddy give me!”
[Softkit always wants to play as Amberdawn in their games of pretend.]
[Lightningkit was playing with cardinal feathers earlier, and decided to wear some of them.]
[Milkbud surprises Softkit with something nice.]
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“... ello… star… can you…”
“...”
Gulfstar awoke with a gasp. Panting, she looked around in her nest. Through the hole in the ceiling she could see it was still nighttime, greenleaf stars shining down even brighter than usually. She was alone. There was no one here.
…And yet, she was sure she heard somebody just now. Did she make it up? Or was it a dream? A vision?
Shaking her head to try and clear her thoughts, Gulfstar curled up again. She should try and get some sleep. Perhaps she could make sense of it in the morning.
[Gulfstar thinks she's been hearing the voices of StarClan cats.]
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[All image assets belong to Clan Generator. No AI was used to write this chapter.]
😈 Brand New Person ‼️ PART (6/6) How could you let us down?
A Dark Riders and Dark Rider! Aideen! GN! Reader fanfic!
Woooo!!!! Last part omg!!!! This part is LONG . Took me so long to write it bcs I kept changing it and restarting it and then i got sick 😭 and while I was editing to finally post my eyes started acting up and it just took . A really long time 😭💔💔💔 so happy I’m finally able to post!!! 😭❤️ ty everyone for ur patience u guys r so sweet I appreciate it sm! This fic has some medical stuff mentioned in it and i am . Not a doctor . So i apologize if any stuff is wrong 😭😭😭 Can’t believe I’m finally done with this fic 😭💔 I loved writing for it sm! The fight scene and run away scene were def my faves to write! Anyways enjoy!!! :D
Summary: You wake up in a hospital room and Anne comes to see you.
Warnings: mentions of medical equipment like n33dles and bl00d bag, mentions of bl00d and talks of bl00d loss, mentions of d34th, thoughts of being m4uled by a shark, and mentions of a hospital and talks of being in one and foul language.
“Got any fish yet?” Mayor Klaus smiled at a fisherman who sat at the edge of the bridge leading to Goldenleaf stables. The mayor was walking around the village enjoying the nice day and while he walked he checked in on the villagers. The fisherman looked to Klaus giving the mayor a frown and a shake of his head “sadly nothing yet mayor.” The man looked back at where his lure bobbed in the water “hopefully the waves will guide them to me!” The mayor watched as the lure slowly drifted back to the fisherman due to the waves pushing it to him. The waves were calm near the village, but were strong at the Dark Core oil rig. The mayor hoped that the people on the rig were alright. It must be awful to be hit by such strong waves. While the mayor wondered how the people on the rig were doing, the fisherman watched a shadow slowly rise to the surface. “What is that?” The fisherman got up getting ready to reel in what he hoped was a big catch. Klaus looked to the shadow in the water watching it get bigger and bigger as it slowly rose to the surface. The mayor thought it was a shark. The shadow was definitely big enough to look like it belonged to a shark. Fort Pinta had a shark there, maybe it swam over to the fishing village? The man hummed “I think the shadow may belong to a shark.” The man told the other his guess on whom the shadow may belong to. “It explains why there are no fish today” he looked to the fisherman who was now reeling in his line not wanting it to be ruined by the shark. “I’ll go alert everyone of the shark in the water if anyone comes near the water warn them!” The mayor turned, and started jogging back to the heart of the town to make his announcement, but was stopped by the fisherman shouting for help. “Help!” The fisherman yelled “help me!” Klaus was terrified to look back. The mayor was thinking that the shark had grabbed the poor fisher. As horrible as the sight would be the mayor had to help, so he turned getting ready to see a gruesome sight as he did. The man wasn’t met with a shark mauling a fisherman. Instead he was met with lots of people gathered together trying to get something out of the water. The villagers all worked together to pull something out of the water, and the mayor’s jaw dropped as he saw a person be laid on the bridge. Then a horse was being guided onto land. Some poor rider must have fallen in the water. The man thought the person on the bridge was dead, but they started to cough and squirm around. Klaus quickly burst into action as he realized he needed to get the village doctor and vet. The man changed his jog to a full run, and he ran all the way to the doctor and the vet.
Bright lights stung your closed eyes as you started to wake up. It took your eyes a few seconds to decide when was a good time to open. When you opened your eyes you deeply regretted it. Bright white lights hit your eyes hard making you wince, and cover your face with your hands. You sat up slowly doing your best to sit without the help of your hands. Your body hurt and you felt dizzy. Something was pricking your right arm, you wanted to check what it was, but your eyes still needed a moment to recover. Once you felt ready you removed your hands from your eyes. You squinted as you looked around the floor of the room. The floor was completely white and clean. So clean it reflected the lights on the ceiling. Your bed, the floor, and the contents of said floor were a great help for you to figure out where you were. You were in a hospital room laying down on a hospital bed covered by blue blankets, hooked up to a monitor that was beeping loudly and enjoying eye torturing lights. You survived… What about your horse? Were they okay? You had to find them, you had to get out, and look for your most loyal friend. You were about to get up, but your curiosity stopped you. The pain in your arm made you look to it, and you saw what was hurting you. It was a needle hooked up to a blood bag that hung from a pole. You hummed wondering if it was safe to take the needle out of your skin. You knew you lost a lot of blood during your run from Katja. You definitely needed the blood in that bag to live. Was it safe to take the needle out? You probably already got a lot of blood in you right? You weren’t too sure taking the needle out was safe so you decided to take the pole with the blood bag with you. You removed the blankets on you which made your body shiver instantly. You were wearing a hospital gown you wondered where your clothes were, but that didn’t really matter right now. You sat on the edge of the hospital bed slowly moving as pain hit your body. Your body was begging for five more minutes in bed, but your brain and heart were saying ‘find your horse.’ You could always rest later, right now you needed to look for your horse. You put your feet down on the ground shivering again as the cold of the floor traveled from your legs to your whole body. The monitor in the room showed a flat line, and let out a loud sound as you unhooked all the stuff reading your vitals. You managed to stand up, taking a shaky step forward and away from the bed. You had to be quick, the monitor was definitely going to alert the doctors and nurses of the hospital, and you didn’t want them to put you back in bed. Your legs were shaky, you felt like a newborn foal just learning to walk. The pole the blood bag hung from became something to hold onto. It was very helpful and you were glad it was in the room with you.
With the help of the pole you took more shaky steps. You needed to get out of the room quickly. As you walked to the door you thought of places to look for your horse. Where were you anyways? You needed to find out where you were first, and find a change of clothes too. You grabbed onto the handle of the door slowly turning it so it wouldn’t make any noise. Once the door was open you very slowly moved it. You didn’t want the door to creak, but you realized it didn’t matter anyways. The monitor was already making noise. You huffed, and quickly opened the door getting scared as you saw someone standing on the other side. You were looking at their shoes. You covered your mouth trying to think of excuses to why you were out of bed. Once you came up with a good one you quickly looked up. Your hand fell from your mouth, and you frowned “Anne?” The woman looked shocked she thought the beeping came from you dying. To see you alive was a huge shock. She stammered as she tried to think of something to say to you. Her hand was held out, she was about to open the door, but you did it first. Without thinking you took her hand pulling her to you, and you hugged her. You didn’t know if she would react to the hug well. Would she hate you? You did scratch the fuck out of her face a day ago. Wait how long had it been? Hopefully a day? Your thoughts on how long you must have been out for were interrupted by Anne moving. The woman hugged you back bringing you as close as she could to her. You started sobbing unable to control your emotions after she returned the hug. “I’m so sorry” you sobbed shaking your head. You were apologizing to her for how you clawed her face, fought her, and betrayed her. Anne did not say anything, she just held you. The woman cared for you, but could she forgive you? Could she really say she forgave you, and move on from the shit you did? Anne was angry, she was really angry with you, but she was still here. Because she cared, and because she had something important to tell you. She couldn’t bring herself to lie and say she wasn’t angry and that she would forgive you. Instead she said nothing, she just stood at the door holding you close to her as you cried.
You were found by a fisherman in Goldenhills” Anne sat by your bedside holding your hand. “He saw a figure in the water him and the mayor thought it was a shark” she was telling the story as she saw it in the papers. She saw it two days ago you had been out for three. “As soon as he was about to leave, your horse came out of the water” your horse was fine thankfully, and waited for you in Goldenhills. You really owed them they saved your life. Your poor horse deserved the world and more for their insane loyalty. “Then the fisherman saw you on their back, and he gathered a group to pull you out” Anne frowned. “The doctor at the village stabilized you, and then you were transferred here” you were in a hospital in the city. You had been to the city plenty of times so you knew your way around it. Once you left the hospital you were going straight for Goldenhills. Now you were caught up on everything. Anne cleared her throat, and you looked at her seeing how glossy her eyes had gotten. “Anne?” You frowned squeezing her hand “what’s wrong?” You worried for her. The leader had to tell you why she was here. Why it was only her and no one else. She told you everything you needed to know, and now it was time to move on onto something else. She had been stalling for long enough, and now it was time to rip the band aid off. The woman decided there was no reason to take this slow. She needed to tell you what she had, and she needed to tell you now. “Fripp sent me” she said to you letting go of your hand. You looked at your now lonely hand wondering why she let you go. “I waited for you to wake up so I could tell you that-“ her words became a lump in her throat. “That-“ telling you what Fripp had sent her here for was easier said than done. She looked down at her lap, her head hanging low, and she gathered strength for what she had to tell you. “After all the things that happened and all the things you did” you watched as Anne messed with the fabric of her shirt. “Fripp and the druids decided that the best thing to do about you is-“ Anne looked up at you. She had to look at you while she broke the news to you. No more looking down, and messing with her shirt, she had to look right at you so you could understand that what she was about to say was serious. Her looking at you made you nervous really, really nervous… What was she going to say?
“They decided the best thing to do is exile you” Anne felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. For her the worst part was over but for you? It was just beginning. You shook your head not believing what Anne was saying. You laughed nervously “exile?” You really couldn’t believe it “Anne I-“ you laughed again “please let me talk to Fripp if I can explain that this is all just a big misunderst-.” Anne huffed “there is no talking to Fripp” she narrowed her eyes “what’s been decided has been decided.” She looked away from you “you betrayed us…” Anne was deeply hurt and she stood with Fripp in fact all of the Soul Riders stood with him on his decision. If you betrayed everyone over a lie so quickly what said you wouldn’t do it again? Anne and the others lost all trust for you.“He’s allowing me to stay with you until you leave the hospital” the air in the room became cold. You felt like crying, and you couldn’t hold back tears anymore as Anne said “I’m not here as a friend just as a Soul Rider making sure things are done.” She had to be cold to you now she needed you to know that there was no changing Fripp’s word. No matter how much you begged, or tried to prove you were still her friend Anne was not going to fight to change the verdict. She still cared for you not as much as she did before everything, but she still cared. At least enough to be at the hospital with you. Even though she still cared a bit she knew she needed to be cold to let you know shit was serious. She got her point across to you by saying she wasn’t your friend anymore, and by suddenly becoming cold towards you. You covered your mouth, you were horrified. Death was awful, but being alive and completely alone was worse. Fripp was smart, he knew this. He gave you the worst possible punishment. Death would have been so much better than being exiled. Everyone you knew was a druid, or worked with them in some way, and surely they would all know of your betrayal. Surely once you got out of the hospital everyone would turn you away. What were you going to do now? Where were you going to go? Exile was the worst punishment ever given by Fripp. The leader knew how horrible this punishment was. He saw it with Evergray he saw how well it worked. He wanted you to suffer for your betrayal… And suffer you would.
TYSM FOR READING!!!! :D also i realized a lot of my angst fics have good endings 😔 I am tired of being good 😈😈😈 So i make evil ending 😈😈😈 anyways ty for reading and to those who followed posting of the fic since the first chapter tysm for ur patience! ❤️❤️❤️
I never did it. Never tried to. Don't even have the write apps for it.
My best was some gacha animation of somebody blank char talking to my main to steal their ideas which is apparently set on a shelf in a camera room where ennard often comrs out of the vents with michael afton and—😔
