#part1?

[sushi-del-grando]

Valentine Special (Belated)

HOTD AU and role swap HiJack (I have very little knowledge so bare with me, I will only be using a few names from HOTD and GOT on some characters)

Jack Frost…

A name that lingered around the streets of Kings Landing… A name greater than the forefather's of Old Valyria… A name that no man would ever link… to his Highness

Jacaerys Targaryen, born from the a love so rare in the family that no Council, Noble, Peasant or even Royalty questioned. A lineage that most feared that produced many Heirs and Kings that were either questioned or admired. A boy so young that an egg hatched within his cradle the night he slept. His father, King Maelor 'Tsar' Targaryen, boasted and showed off his pride and Heir to the Seven realms on his name day with news of his hatched egg. His mother, Queen Joyce 'Tsarina' Targaryen a formerly Lady of House Overland, cradled her newborn son in her arms as she watched the Houses, Nobles alike come and congratulate them on their Heir.

"He's a beauty your Grace"

Joyce heard from her left, she and her ladies moved inside the tent for it's given shade. Her blue eyes contrasted her brown locks. A slender and pale woman with her nose, cheeks and lips painted a hue of pink. Her gentle smile directed towards the big burly man that stood with all his might, despite his hair of brown with tuffs of white, Joyce could never forget her brother.

"North, my dear brother your locks have turned white like Father's?" She joked with her smile turning to a grin, showcasing her pearly teeth. As to which her brother replied with a laugh so cheerful it lights up in wherever vicinity his presence lingers in "Not as white like your husband and son's!" He spoke with such delight as his big-blue-eyes looked down at the babe his sister held.

Lord Nicholas 'North' Overland was the King of the North in where Joyce's homeland was. Yes it was true his brown locks were greying yet they were never a pure color like the Targaryen's, Jacaerys' hair white as freshly-fallen-snow like his father's… his blue eyes looked much as blue like snowflakes back at the North just like his mother's along with the same tint of red on his nose and cheeks.

The Queen could feel herself smile as she stared down at her son who sat on her lap, awake and laughing with his toys "Where is your wife North?" Her curiosity filling to the brim as she could see her brother's eyes lighten up at the mention of his wife "Tending to our daughter's tantrum, I did not wish to anger her more in denying to continue inside without her so I proceeded" His reply made Joyce shake her head with laugh.

"Does laughter run in your family? If so, this little one did not inherit so" A woman's voice spoke, a blonde haired woman came in with an exhausted smile as she carried a little blonde toddler, eyes just as blue like her father's, pouting as she held a doll "Ah! Tatiana and little Astrid, I see you've calmed down as much".

Lady Tatiana 'Tooth Faerie' Overland, the wife of Joyce's dear brother and the mother to her head strong niece, Astrid Overland.

Tatiana was a small woman with blonde hair, skin fair with light freckles that her sweet daughter inherited, her eyes purple of a such a royal color whilst Astrid had blue eyes and light skin from her father.

Tatiana nodded as her response while Astrid just pouted some more "She has learned that her friends will not be accompanying us, which is why she's fussy as much" Tatiana shook her head while North chuckled, just as she was to reply, Jacaerys squirmed from her lap, whining as he had thrown his horse toy yet hugged the dragon figurine.

Joyce smiled at him and knew exactly what was wrong, she turned to one of the Acolyte's in her attending and spoke in High Valyrian, a language she insisted on learning for the great love she had for his husband "Bring little dragon" To which the Acolyte nodded and walked out of the tent.

"Fetching the hatchling, my Winter?" Her husband spoke from the entrance of her tent, those who occupied the room stood from their seats and bowed to their King, the man stood in all his elegance, hair as white as the snow and moon and within the right angle of the sun, glows just like the Moon itself. Eyes a shining gold that no other being could ever inherit unless your a Targaryen.

Joyce smiled at Maelor and nodded as she gestured to their son who was close to a meltdown, he chuckled and looked towards his brother and sister-in-law and nodded to their family as they had all stood back upright from their bows "Yes my Lunar, your son misses his companion just as much as you miss yours" She smiled towards him as Maelor sat down next to her on the love-seat as North's family had taken their seats by the vacant ones on the side.

"Just like his father, a true dragon born! No worries my dear boy, your dragon has come from the clutch of mine. The Golden Light, Nightlight. One day you will meet her and see how much your dragon will grow to it's glorious size!" He picked him up from his wife's lap and grinned with great joy as Jacaerys only blew spit bubbles in reply. He snorted and let a maiden clean the spit from his son's mouth who only grew more and more irritated.

"He must have a great bond with his dragon if he is this fussy without it" North said to which the Prince's parents nodded but winced when little Jacaerys cried. little Astrid looked annoyed at the noise from her cousin's mouth, the parents declined any help from the Queen's lady in waiting, all they could do was their best at calming the Prince when there was a high pitched song shrieked that entered the tent, those around them looked wearily towards the Wyvern. It's scale just as white as it's soon-to-be-rider's, eyes a golden a color with frost blue accent's on it's wings, horns and tail. The shriek made the prince stop crying with a sniffle, the King turned his son around just for the little Prince to immediately look at the dragon.

A maiden quickly cleaned the snot and tears from the Prince's pale face, his frown turned upside down when he saw the white dragon, dropping the dragon figurine to the ground and tiny hands held out in excitement, giggling as he bounced from his father's knee. Joyce and Maelor shook their heads with a smile as the Acolyte let the dragon glide down to the King's other knee, cooing towards the Prince who cooed back with a smile.

North's family smiled at the scene in front of them yet little Astrid only looked with curiosity.

Jacaerys' name day was a day of Pride for the House of Targaryen.

But there was always a saying…

Everyone says Targaryens are closer to gods than to men, but they say that because of their dragons. Without them, they're just like everyone else...

Whenever a Targaryen is born… the Gods flip a coin.

But those were all just sayings, not till your in the face of one.

"Hiccup!"

A young brunette boy was frozen in his place, staring up at those glaring golden eyes, a dragon large enough to eat him whole even if he was just a tween.

The dragon's scales were of pure white snow and frost blue accents on its body, scales and horns with a hint of silver. But above those golden glaring eyes were piercing ice-blue, glaring down at him like an enemy… a trespasser in it's nest.

"Hadrian Horrendous Haddock… of House Haddock… I've heard of you from my cousin"

The voice belonged to those piercing blue's as Hiccup took in the image of the kid on the dragon's back. Stark white hair, reminding him of the snow back at the Archipelago tied loosely behind him, rosy cheeks, a features soft yet sharp at the same time, lips that looked soft if one were to touch them. Hiccup could feel himself gulp down his saliva from the worry and anxiety in his bones, like he was caught doing something wrong.

To be fair, Astrid insisted that they visited her here in King's Landing. She never told them that there was a nest of dragon's here.

That ice-y gaze redirected towards the voice from behind him, glaring more as the dragon growled a guttural sound as the boy spoke "You should all not be here" His voice sounded like a copy of the dragon's growl when men that wore grey and simple clothing, holding spears as they pointed it to the four tweens behind the brunette who all looked afraid and worried.

Hiccup could only watch the kid of white speak a language he never heard of when the men started leading he and his friends out when Astrid had arrived, glaring at her friends with disappointment as she turned towards the men and the boy and announced "They're my friends! Tell them to stand down, Jack!"

Jack, only sneered at Astrid and spoke "Your friends have trespassed the Pit, how they got here is question I would like an answer to, Astrid" He huffed to which Astrid only gave a huff back "They can explain themselves Jacaerys"

Jacaerys… Jack… Astrid's cousin… Hiccup and his friend's eyes widened, well only one of them did. Hiccup looked back at the boy as realization started banging onto his head like taking an axe to the head. This is Jacaerys Targaryen, Targaryen's are known to have ridden dragon's! This is the Heir and Young Prince of the Lunar Throne. The youngest dragon rider of the Seven Realms.

His and Astrid's argument went back and forth and Hiccup could only stare up at the young Prince when he froze once more when he turned his attention back towards him, with a huff, the Prince slipped down from his dragon's wing, his gloved hands gently holding the dragon's chin and softly spoke in that mysterious language again. Hiccup watched him calm down the dragon before nodding to two men who walked over and spoke with that language yet again and guided the dragon back.

He stepped back in surprise and yelped at the sudden change of mood from the prince who continued to glare at him, walking past him as he took the first glove off his hand with his teeth and taking off the other with his bare hand, pocketing them in his clothing and spoke to Astrid with hushed tones.

"He looks cute" A voice said from beside Hiccup, he looked over surprised to see his friends had made their way to his side, he gave the twin girl from their friend group a look of disbelief, not admitting that he had found the Prince also cute… But the guy with black hair spoke with an annoyed look "He doesn't even have muscles"

"He's younger than us, Snotlout" The twin boy spoke with a finger up, stating out a fact that they all already knew and could tell as the bigger blonde on Hiccup's other side only watched in worry "We're going to get in trouble… we should have never explored this darn place"

Hiccup nodded absentmindedly but watched Astrid and Jack- or rather Jacaerys- talk, Jacaerys looked over his shoulder, glaring back at Hiccup before looking back at Astrid and walked away.

Days without getting in trouble: 101

Comment for another part?

[kiribiri87]

Misunderstood [Villain Deku AU]

[nfg-miimochii]

Let The Winter Snow Blow(Part. 1)

//Finka x Tachanka//

Lera walked through the streets heading to a nearby bar. The snow nipping at her cheeks and ears. She regretted not dressing more appropriately for the weather but she knew she'd be warm once in the bar.

She was only a block or two down from the bar but the snow picked up and it became a small blizzard. She hugged herself, shivering. When something heavy but warm draped over her shoulders. She looked up to see none other but The Lord. Alexandr was one of her best friends and her drinking buddy. They often flirted back and forth with each other as they drank. She didn't want to admit it but she was in love with the man.

"It is cold. Why'd you dress like that?" Alexandr spoke, looking down at her from his six foot height.

Lena grinned at him slightly, "I thought it was a good idea at the time." Alexandr rolled his eyes at her but she could see the slight smile from under his mask. "Thank you." She said to him in a softer tone.

Alexandr wrapped his left arm around her shoulders and gently squeezed her, "It's no problem." With that he began walking towards the bar, Lena falling not far behind him. She couldn't help but smile anytime she saw him but she quickly tried hiding it, her face becoming hot.

Once in the bar Lena glanced around. Most of them were regulars except for one person who she rarely saw here. She grinned and clapped the man on the shoulder, "Hey there, Timur!"

Timur rolled his eyes and continued sketching in his sketchbook as he took occasional drinks of the beer next to him. Alexandr walked to where Lena and Timur were and set down a glass of vodka next to Lena. She took a swig of the drink and after  a few glasses she was a bit tipsy.

Alexandr sat across from Lena, his elbow on the table as he offered her his hand, "A little friendly competition?" With a grin, Lena sat in the seat across from him, taking his hand in hers. It wasn't until moments like these that she realized how big he was in comparison to her. While it wasn't a huge difference it was definitely noticeable. His hand was warm as he gripped hers.

"Bring it old man."

//Part 2 or nah?//

[prinxiety-fandom]

Could you do one of the writing one-shot thingys where Prince gets upset about him not being able to find a princess or his true love, and Anxiety comes to the rescue to comfort Prince. If you could do this, it would really make my day!!!<3

Okay okay okay. I know what you are asking for, but I’m going to teak it a bit. You gave me a great idea and I’m going to run with it. So if you see where I’m going with this idea, send in more ideas for thing Anxiety can do for Prince.

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“I have no purpose!” exclaimed Prince, throwing himself on the couch. “Who told him?” Logic joked, and Anxiety had to bite back a snicker. Prince threw Logic a dirty look. “There is no one to save. I have no princess. I have no love. I have no purpose.” Prince sighed dramatically.

“Now that’s not true. You just haven’t found her yet. That’s not a problem.” Morality urged, with a wink. “Statically, you still have about 30-40 years before you would be too old to go on a quest.” Logic provided, setting a hand on Prince’s shoulder. Anxiety quietly walked out of the room, nothing he could say would help Prince any. And he desperately wanted to help Prince.

But what was the likelihood of Prince finding some girl to save? Or even some girl who would love him? Even someone to love him? Not that he was impossible to love, but what was the likeliness of love in general? Did love even exist or was it just a made up emotion? Anxiety knew love like he knew heartbreak. Because who could ever love him? No one. It had to be make believe. A trick his mind played on him.

How else could he be in love with Prince? How else could he feel the need to cheer him up? How else could he feel the need to make Prince be happy again like he felt the need to breathe?

It had to be make believe.

But that didn’t stop Anxiety from finding Valerie. It didn’t stop him from setting up this elaborate hoax to prove to Prince he was worth something. Because regardless of if it was real or not, he still felt it. Like a twisting knife in his chest. Anything was preferable than Prince being unhappy. So he plotted.

At dinner the next night, Prince was still moping. “I heard about a girl who needs rescuing.” Anxiety casually remarked. Prince perked up, “A maiden in need of a prince to save her?” “Yeah, too bad you would mess it up.” Anxiety sneered.

“I would never mess it up!” Prince exclaimed, his heart racing. A chance to prove himself. Finally. “I will find her and save her!” “Prince! At least wait until it’s morning!” Logic said, but the other was too determined to notice such insignificant details as the darkness of the night. “Run along and save your princess so you’ll stop moaning about it.” Anxiety said.

Prince was gone in a flash. Logic turned on Anxiety. “Why did you egg him on? He’ll get lost!” “The gloom is supposed to be my job. Not his. If he kept it up, he would be taking my spot.” Anxiety smirked, before leaving the table.

Anxiety and Valerie had left an obvious trail for Prince to follow. There was a monster to defeat and a princess to save. They made up a fantastical story to complete the tragic tale. All that was left was for Prince to complete the “quest”. And that would be easy enough for even him to do.

Anxiety could feel the knife in his chest twist a little more when he thought of the princess Prince was always wanting to save. A girl. Not him. Because he didn’t matter. He could never be Prince’s dream. He would never be good enough.

The next afternoon Prince got back with a glowing tale of monsters and villains and the beautiful princess waiting at the end. Alas, he was regretful to find out the princess had another betrothed, but she would forever be grateful to him and promised to give him any help he would ever need.

“There, Anxiety, told you I wouldn’t mess it up!” Prince gloated, “All the princesses will be begging for me to save them.” Anxiety felt his smile fall. All the princesses. Yes. Princesses. He would do well not to forget that. “You might have won this time, but your luck won’t hold out.” Anxiety replied, and he quickly left the room, lest he give something away. Valerie had done her part. Now it was time for him to do his.

[babygirl-snugglefucks]

I open the door to your bedroom, holding some folded laundry for you. The room is dark, except for the light trickling in from the hallway behind me, and you are fast asleep. I set the clothes on your dresser, for you to put away tomorrow. I’m about to leave, when I realize your blankets have fallen off and you are uncovered. Like any good Daddy, I go to tuck you back in.

Standing over your bed, several things catch my attention. Your nightie is pulled up, almost to your sweet little breasts. Your right hand is still tucked into your panties; you have clearly been playing with yourself, and they are visibly soaked. My cock begins to swell as I look at you, envisioning how I might make use of your unconscious body. In your left hand, you have some bunched-up fabric that you were holding up to your face. I suddenly recognize the fabric as my boxers that I was wearing yesterday, and you have been inhaling my scent - a mix of my sweat, and my cum, and traces of my urine. My cock stiffens further as I realize what this means.

“Baby? Sweetheart?” You don’t answer. A moment of hesitation, then a decision. “Fuck it”, I think to myself. I hook my fingers into the waistband of your panties and begin to pull. There is some resistance as they slide between your buttocks and the mattress, then they glide freely down your legs. You mutter something in your sleep, and I freeze, fearing you might wake up. Then you turn your head, and settle back into sleep. I lift the panties to my nose, savoring the scent of your pink pussy, which I now see is hairless and glistening. Glistening, I realize, because of me. Dropping my pants to my ankles, my hand goes to my shaft and begins to stroke.

“Fuck, babygirl, you’re so naughty… wanting your own daddy to fuck you…” I stand over you, stroking faster and faster. I stare at your wet pussy, and the juices covering your fingers. I look at your sleeping face, and think you have always been my beautiful little girl… but you have never been more beautiful. My gaze returns once again to your shining wet slit, and I think how easy it would be to get between your legs… <my hand moves faster> … to lie down above you… <faster>… to guide the tip of my cock to your virginal entrance… <almost there>... then to push in and Fuck you. With that thought, my cock erupts, jets of sticky semen landing on your legs, your bare belly, your pussy. I stand over you gasping, as my cock continues to spasm. Finally I pull my pants up. I gather the sheets and blankets, and spread them over you, tucking you in. A gentle kiss on your forehead. “Good night, sweetheart”, I whisper. I shut the door as I leave your room, holding your wet panties under my nose.

thank you! :)

[mr-coldwater-blog]

Wolves chase doves at Night.

"Can you believe this crap?" Maceo tosses the flyer aside as he looks through the desk. "When I thought, 'Hey, the dead are back and eating people,' I didn't think the rich would still be running for office," yelled Dan. Sunny chuckled; Sunny was one of the many teens born after the world's fall. he loved to hear his old man ramble on about old-world politics, like going to one of the settlement's plays or movies, which was quite a show. "please, Dad. You're always going on about them, and how one da-" "ONE day we are gonna need to rise up against them." it's been almost 20 years after the first reports of the dead coming back to the living.

Sunny Carlos Roberts Dominguez, son of Maceo Dominguez and Brook Roberts, was about to help shape the bad lands forever, and he had no idea that it all started with one wrong turn.

> Let me know if you want more<

[blackstarclan]

Reunion

Medieval warfare is breaking out in the town below, vikings are raiding Paris, Again its a medium sized raiding crew, though that doesn't comfort the villagers whos homes are currently burning the leader of the band gestures and those around him nod and scatter, they spread the message,'anything that isn't nailed down, and everything else with it' Fenifnir sees the fires in the horizon, they must be a 30 minute sprint from here, he had to make it in 20. For his little painter he would have tried to ride a bear and make it in 10, but it didn't matter, so he dropped his thoughts and flew across the ground like a Robin through treetops. He was goin to save his painter from this nightmare if it was the last thing he did. Marin could tell that the town was in quite a stupor from his studio, he didn't know why because nobody was usually up at this hour but himself and his work. Perhaps there was a festival that he had forgotten about, it had happened before. Marin did his best to re asure himself. But nothings more of a brick through a window of ignorance like a brick through the window of your house. He couldn't believe that the whole town was getting raided, he was in the best flow he had all month! He needed to finish this portrait, he couldn't have a reference but when he was in perfect flow he could always see the face seared in his heart. He weighed his options carefully. He could either leave now, leaving his masterpiece unfinished and possibly stolen, or, he could finish it and then leave. He was almost done. He also did promise to have it done the next time he saw his muse which, after this nonsense with the dutchess and now this very still happening raid, was exactly where he was planning to go. So then it was settled, it must be finished. Fen collapsed at the edge of town on the wall of an outhouse. Gasping braking into panting till finally a steady wheeze. He made it, now where to the studio? The dancing fires on the roof forcing his eyes to adjust. He hadn't been here that long ago had he? The studio used to be at the edge of town but he couldn't spot it anywhere.  Five years can't change that much can it? Had he really forgotten where the studio even was? The question crushed his chest more then the sprint did. He couldn't have forgotten anything else, could he? Or is his mind finally playing tricks on him? He could have imagined all of it? While his breathing was now steady his heart beat was somehow the only thing he heard. No. He was going to find his little painter, he knew in his heart that He was still here, and he wouldn't let those damn skäbs touch him. So he started his search. That's it, its finally done. Five years and 10 tries its finally done. It was just so, him. It didn't just look like him. Marin had figured that out perfectly by the third try. But now, it finally felt like him. It felt like walking right by him, his giant laughter and his ridiculous grin. It captures way he saw every thing on the horizon as a chance at something new and amazing. The way that he can say the dumbest thing and make it sound like hilarious gospel. The twinkle in his eye as he look at everything with joy.  He was sad that he didn't get more time to admire it but he had to stuff it in a scroll holder and leave soon. He chose to leave by window rather then deal with what he assumed were murderers and thieves going through his possession downstairs, he had a package to deliver. The smoke is starting to make it hard to see. Not only was it bad enough that its in the way and you can't see through it. But it's gotta screw with your eyes too. He didn't know how many alleys he had rammed through, but it was enough to make them blur together. But he knew he couldn't stop, he couldn't stop because if he didn't save his painter no one would, and that could not happen. So he searched street after street, going is loops and spirals and zigzags oh my. Crisscrossing every inch of the city as he could and then he found it. He saw the thatch roof at just slight too high a point. He saw the odd amalgamation of wood and paper for walls. He found the home of all of his hopes, dreams and deepest desires, on fire. He stood there, blinking. Hoping beyond hope that there was some strange soot in his eye. That there was some malfunction on his end, for surely this house could not be on fire. But, as the the tinderbox studio  collapsed in on itself, reality hit him. He thought for a moment he died. He almost wished he did. But then a noise from behind him. "Fern?". He spun like a top, and his little painter was a few feet before him. He hugged him before either of them realized it. "Its Fen, you know that you jerk". "I know its Fen is technically short for Fenifnir but I also know Fern still suits you better, and why am I the jerk?". Fern pulled away for just a moment and looked Marin in the eye. "You see me staring at your burning house collapsing, possibly killing anyone inside, namely your oblivious ass, and you wait till after I have a HEART ATTACK to say anything? I call that a jerk move!" "Wait my what?" Marin pushes by Fern and "oh that burning, OH SHIT MY HOUSE!". Fern, seeing Marin for the first time in far too long, laughs. The odd couple make their way out of the city in one piece. But don't make it to Ferns boat until nearly dawn. By then both men are terribly exhausted, but they plan ahead. "So where would you like to go?" Fern asks. "Well where are you headed?" " Well I don't see how that's really relevant, you aren't a detour, ill take you anywhere you need to go, I know you don't have relatives in France but no matter the distance, I'll get you home safe." He smiled, hoping that his favorite aunt or cousin was in Bangladesh so that it would be a long trip. "I don't have a home, as you astutely pointed out the studio burned down." "Well surely you must have some one somewhere." "Nope just me, myself and I. Oh but that does remind me," he pulls a tube out of his bag " it took five years but I finally did it. This painting will definitely convince you that I am the winner!" " The winner of what?" Fern racked his mind but he had almost no idea what Marin was talking about. " The Bet!" Marin face grew into a devilish smile. Fern remembered several bets, but he wasn't sure which his companion ment. "You said that no one could ever convince you that you look good! You swore up and down the day would never happen, but even though it took five years to make, it looks exactly like you. And its lovely."  Fern then realized what Marin had in his hand. "Wait your telling me that you spent the entire time we were apart, painting a portrait of me, from memory?". Marin grinned sheepishly, "well when you put it that way, I guess it does sound a little redic-" Fern kissed him right there. He didn't even realize that he was until Marin was sliding his hands down to Ferns wrists. Fern pulls away almost reflexively " I'm sorry, I'm not sure what came over me. I must just be-" Marin wrapped Ferns arms around his waist and leaps into his embrace, catching himself with his legs around Ferns hips and a hand on the back of his neck. "But I already told you, I won the bet, so I get the wager, and I'm sure you forget, so I'll remind you". Marin kissed Fern. It felt like lightning had struck and fused them together, so no force on earth could tear them apart ever again. Kiss followed kiss and sock followed shirts and pants. And by daybreak, they had finally fallen asleep.

[aferryandanet]

I’m going to find him

TW: Hospitals, police/police questioning, violence

(Author’s note: This is the beginning of a new Sci-Fi series I’m planning to write. Hopefully I don’t get distracted by yet another writing project in the future lol. Will come up with a proper title soon.)

“I can only remember parts.” I told the officer sitting by my hospital bed. 

“Anything can help us, son.” He tried to reassure me.

“It was dark…” I began to tell my story again.

Derrick and I had an argument in the morning. He stormed out and went to work early and I went out shopping. I don’t remember what I was looking for, but I remember I didn’t find it. As I was driving, I noticed a car was following me about a mile away from the house. They couldn’t have been driving the same way as me. The road only led up to my and Derrick’s house. I pulled over and watched them speed off ahead of me again. The rest of the way home is fuzzy, but when I got home, it was late. Derrick was home. He was crying; he hugged me tight and showed me a small, slip of paper.

“What is it?” the officer placed his hand on my shoulder.

“The argument, it was about his job. I didn’t know what exactly he did, but I knew it was dangerous. I couldn’t keep seeing him hurt.” I stopped for a moment before speaking again, I didn’t want to remember anything else of that morning.

I took a deep breath, “That’s when I heard the window.”

The window shattered and Derrick stumbled back. Something shot into the back of my neck and I swore as I fell to the ground. My vision began to go hazy and the next thing I know is I was on my knees. A woman leaned down to talk to me. She had on this red dragon mask, her eyes were green. She said something about a deal, stood up and left. I could barely move, I felt too dazed. 

“Are you sure it was a dragon mask?” the officer typed something out on a blue, holographic screen coming from his wrist.

“Positive,” I replied softly.

“But your vision was blurry? How could you tell?”

“Me and Derrick used to go to the carnival every winter. We always bought one, Derrick liked the blue ones, I loved the red ones.” I took a minute to steady my mind before continuing my story.

Another woman came in, she wore dark, combat gear. She had a small crossbow mounted to her wrist. I can remember what she said to me, I keep repeating it over and over in my mind.

“Es sveret yetrete min.” She grinned before aiming the mounted crossbow at me.

I looked for Derrick and a tear ran down my face. I fully expected this to be the last time I would see him, but I couldn’t accept that. I wanted to rush over to him, to hold him tight. I began to cry profusely and finally I could move. I reached out to touch Derrick, but as soon as I did, she shot him in the head. I was hit on the back of the head with something and I fell unconscious, when I woke up, Derrick’s body was gone. My house was clean. Everything was back in place, except for a red stain where I thought he-

“She was Svardian.” The officer closed the hologram and stood up.

“How can you tell?” I asked.

“No one else speaks the language.”

“Please officer, do you have any idea what she said?” I hoped I would at least know something.

“I don’t know kid. The Svardian language hasn’t been translated yet. And she could have spoken one of a hundred dialects.”

“I’ll never know?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Maybe it’ll tell me where she took Derrick.”

The officer was taken aback by what I said, he adjusted the collar of his uniform and cleared his throat, “There’s a good chance he-”

“People nowadays have survived worse! This isn’t the 24th century.”

“I’ll let you rest.”

And with that, he was gone. My room’s lights shut off automatically and I was left with only silence. I stared up at the ceiling, alone with my thoughts. It has been a year since Derrick was stolen from me, and I am going to find who took him.