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[thefishermansfavour]

Part 1.4

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Uncovering Fables

Chapter 1 Part 1.4

    Thankfully, Alzena didn’t hit her head when she fell off the seat. But, Alzena was still shaken up and felt out of it when she fell. Her head spinned as she stared up at the rafters in the bar. What just happened? Did… Did a girl just say hi? Crap, why did she do that so close to Alzena’s ear. 

Alzena rubbed the side of her face, before she slowly used the stool to help get back on her feet. Penelope, feeling guilty, quickly grabbed Alzena’s arm and did her best to help Alzena up. It wasn’t much for Alzena almost lost her balance again when she got to her feet. She still felt very disoriented.

Drew watched all of this, worried, but when he saw Azzy get onto her feet, Drew couldn’t help but sigh in relief.  He then glared at Penelope for hurting his kid. He still had a smile on his face. “You almost killed someone who’s practically my daughter.”

Alzena looks in between Drew and Penelope, who quickly started defending herself. “I-I’m so sorry. I just saw Alzena and I got a little too excited. Isn’t she the one who wrote that book? I’m so sorry if it’s not… You know what, I’ll just go.”     Penelope turned to walk away but Alzena quickly tapped her shoulder. “Wait, no. You don’t have to leave… I… I actually am Alenza Pass if that’s what you were wondering.”

Penelope’s brown eyes sparkled. “R-Really?” When Alzena nodded, Penelope did her best to hold back a squeal. Penelope started messing with her hair. “Oh… That’s cool. Um, well I was just sitting over there… and I heard you say something about getting inspiration and I might have a story-”

Alzena gasped in excitement. “Wait, you have a story to tell us?”

Penelope nodded. “Um, yeah. This happened about a year ago…”     “Are you saying that you’re going to tell us a TRUE! scary story?”

“...Yes.”

Alzena squealed as she hopped onto the bar counter to sit and hug Drew’s arm. “Did you hear that? We’re going to hear a real life scary story. This is like the campfires we used to have all the time! Aren’t you excited?”     Drew took a moment to examine Penelope before he sighed, “Yeah. I am, kiddo.” 

Alzena smiled a lot. “Tell the story, um…”

    “Oh, I’m Penelope.” She said, “And… I guess this is what happened when I went scuba diving with a friend.” 

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Part 1.4

Life of the circus

(Flashback; ≈6 years prior)

''You did well, Plume. It's not your fault, champ,'' Seval held a kid no older than nine, comforting him after the ringleader had screamed at him, and the other members backed away as if he carried the plague. Plume shuffled closer, sniffling pathetically. He hadn't meant to. One of the clowns had left their juggling pins in the ring under the stairs. It was crowded, so many people were everywhere, moving, talking, performing. It was too much. Seval held the child, rubbing his back soothingly, his heart aching from the pain of seeing one of his people get damaged.

''It was an accident. It's only an accident. Nothing too bad happened-'' he got cut off by a sob.

''Something bad did happen! Roquil broke his leg- he- I hurt him! And everyone is scared! I scared them! I hurt Roquil and now the others hate me! I made them hate-'' I messed up. I messed up so bad. The others are going to kick me out. First I wreck their costumes, now this. I’m cursed.

''You made them do nothing. You're only a child, you can't beat yourself up about this. Roquil will get better. The others don’t hate you, no one ever will.''

''But what if I trip and push someone over again? What if I make a mistake? What if I do something so bad that Madame Rosswelt throws me out? What if-''

''Plume, listen,'' He couldn't stand the thought of what the ringleader would do. He pulled the kid off, forcing him to look in his eyes, ''I told you, it was an accident. Accidents happen. It's okay. If anything else happens, I'll make sure you're safe.'' Again, he wrapped his arms around Plume, raising him up and carrying him to the caravans to rest.

Seval opened the door to his own wagon, much to Plume’s confusion. On his bed, he set Plume down. He paused for a moment.

''Wait here. I have something for you.'' He dug in his costume trunk, pulling out a small wooden chest. Smiling, he handed it to the blonde. Curious of its contents, Plume looked up for permission to open it. Seval nodded. The kid nudged the latch up and opened the box, seeing a feather, a gold earring and an old rusty compass. He tilted his head at the items, then at his mentor, hoping he would explain. Seval settled next to him on the bed, gently taking the chest and placing it between them. Plume turned eagerly, sitting himself criss-cross, earning a chuckle from him.

''I’m going to tell you a story. It’s a long one, but well worth it, I assure you.'' He paused, preparing himself mentally. ''Once upon a time, there was a young boy. His family was very mean to him, so he ran away. But he didn’t have anywhere to go. The boy travelled all alone, until one day a man came up to him and asked ‘Are you lost?’'' he made his voice deeper, Plume giggling, ''and the boy said no. ‘My home is everywhere!’ he said to the man. But the man was actually the captain of some pirates. And when he told the boy, he wanted to see the pirate ship and the crew. Maybe he would even be allowed to join them. So the pirate took him aboard his ship, and they sailed with their crew for many years. The captain gave the boy a beautiful compass. ‘It’s important to know where you’re going, kid,’ he said. The boy didn’t think he would use the compass. But during big storms, he needed it to guide him through the waves. A few years later, the boy was now a teen. The captain gave him an earring, 'You’re old enough now. This is to show you’re a pirate at heart.' The teen liked the earring, but didn’t see how it would show anything. When they went on land, people seemed to respect him, even when the rest of the crew wasn’t around. People were interested in his stories. One day at sea, they were attacked by another group of pirates. The teen managed to escape, but the captain was gone'' Plume gasped, hands flying to his mouth as he cried ‘no’. Seval shushed him, ''It’s ok, the story’s not over yet. The teen became an adult, and he travelled on land for some time. He was shopping and met an old man. The old man said something to him, ‘You carry bricks on your back. That guilt shouldn’t weigh so much. Turn it into feathers, don’t let it keep you down, but carry it with you.’ But when he wanted to ask what the old man meant, he disappeared. Later that day, a feather landed on his shoulder. And it was then he decided what the old man meant. He wouldn’t let his mistakes weigh him down. He imagined them all as bricks, felt how heavy they were in his mind, and he turned them into feathers. He was able to walk taller, and he shared his wisdom with the people he felt needed it. Years later, he found a circus with many people who felt heavy. So he helped them. And eventually he became part of the circus. The end.''

He smiled, putting a finger to his lips, ''That’s a secret.''

Plume nodded firmly, ''It’s safe with me.'' He glanced at the box with the items, picking up the feather, ''I feel heavy sometimes.''

''Mhm, that’s why I have a gift for you.'' he pulled out a similar chest out of the air, ''Try to find a feather whenever you feel heavy. Put your worries into the feather and collect them in this box. After a while, you won’t remember why you were heavy, and you can look at the feathers with a light heart.''

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#PART 1.4

lelzzzzzzz xD

[ruskireadshomestuck-blog]

So I got the hammer

and my Captchalogue is full. What to do... I need the nails... I GUESS I JUST HAVE TO CLICKETH ON.

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Aw fuck, it dropped my fake arm things. Wait... DOES THIS MEAN I CAN CYCLE ITEMS IN MY SYLLADEX? THAT'S SNEAKILY BRILLIANT. FUCKING HELL. A CYCLING INVENTORY. TAKE THAT, STUPID DATA STACK MODUS! Let's hope we don't drop the smoke pellets though... icky. I like breathing and seeing.

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WHAT IS THIS NEXT ACTION? YOU SERIOUSLY THINK-- aw, what the hell. I'll click it.

What... is this... even... BUT, HUSSIE, YOU TOLD ME TO!

Oh good, the hammer and nails are now one. HOW HANDY. -punpun-

Good, now that stupid poster is up. What the fuck is this even anymore? ALL THE DRAMA TO HANG A POSTER. B| AN UGLY ASS POSTER.

Oh well, I won't stop now. I'm laughing in spite of myself.