#rian hart

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Rian Hart, Son of the King & Queen of Hearts

Face cast: Timothée Chalamet

Alice in Wonderland, 1951

[jhessail]

Me attempting to make 90s esque story and failing:

“He’s gone! He’s gone!” The messenger yells through the long drawn halls, his voice reverberating with panic. Doors all along the hall the messenger ran threw open in synchronicity, all demanding the same thing.

“He’s gone!?”

“He’s gone! He’s gone!” The messenger repeats endlessly, more doors ahead opening with repeating the process until the messenger finally exited the castle, shouting for the entire kingdom to hear. Soon the kingdom was full of open houses and people trying out the same set of words the messenger refused to change. Only when the messenger bumped into someone did the words stop.

This someone was young man with green hair and a sinister smile plastered across his face, and by him a man in full plate. The messenger gasped in terror, falling on the ground as the young man bent forward to sneer delightfully at the messenger.

“Who is gone?” The messenger paled and he compulsively yelled,

“The king!” The messenger’s hands threw his hands up to cover his mouth as a delighted evil grin spread across the young man’s face.

“I suppose this means,” he dramatically stood straight, flipping over the white coat that draped across his shoulders, “the battle for the throne can begin!” His companion cheered and screams echoed throughout the kingdom with a maniacal cackle of the young man.

~*~*~*~*~

Morgana Savenouski stares straight at the whiteboard of the classroom with dull eyes. There were equations that had yet to be erased from the previous class, and one huge word that she knew applied to her and her alone.

“Witch”. Someone must have written it on the board before she got here. Luckily for Morgana, she had long ago become used to words like that. Ever since she was little, she had been bullied ruthlessly by society. She learned late to stop fighting back so the name calling persisted even after reaching late into middle school. Now the words didn’t hurt as much.

As much being the key word.

“Oh look at the little rat,” Morgana heard a girl say, far away from where she sat of course. “She’s as dreadful looking as ever.” The girl’s volume was louder to try to get Morgana’s attention, but instead the girl continued to stare straight at the whiteboard.

“She’s probably more like a zombie rat with her ugly clothes and crappy hair.” Some of the equations looked like they might be hard, so the girl took out a piece of paper and pencil to write them down. She was supposed to be here to learn, not be continuously mocked by her supposed peers.

“Oooo scary, a zombie rat. Do you think she needs to be shot in the head like a normal zombie?” A boy joined in the overly loud mocking and Morgana just continues to copy the equations. She never reacts to them much anymore, so she was used to being called several different things now. They wanted her to get angry and try to beat them up again. Because it was funny when the small short girl with tiny fists tried to hit a giant.

“Good thing she’s so small, one shot with a shotgun will get her whole body.” Finished, Morgana focuses on the numbers to try to see what she could correlate from yesterday’s lesson. Her pencil glides across the paper to try to formulate a pattern between the equations.

“Must have been easy for her mom to give birth to a rat.”

Her pencil snaps.

“I bet her mom is as much as a zombie rat as her.”

Her vision goes red.

“You know I’ve heard from my dad that her mom’s actually a-” it didn’t matter what the girl was going to say, because Morgana stands up and approaches the group venomously, her fists bunched together and ready to swing. The group of teenagers laugh gleefully and scatter, letting the girl chase them around the room until she could catch one. A boy. Probably let her catch him, but that didn’t matter. She grits her teeth and was about to hit his face, hopefully break his nose,

“That’s enough!” The classroom quiets down, everyone looking over to the teacher. “You two, go to the principal’s office now!” He obviously addresses Morgana and the boy, “and the rest of you, clean this mess up immediately!” Chairs and desks had been moved during the scuffle. The teacher gave them a few seconds to glare at them, then yells, “Now!” The boy she had caught sulks to the hall and she slowly follows after him.

Frustration plasters across her face, especially when the boy, she thinks his name is Tyler, bolts and flees the school building. Idiot.

But she was a bigger one for letting them get to her again.

She reaches the principal’s offices, the office aids behind the desk were not surprised to see her. One of them, a nice older woman that went by Missus Darrow, gives her a hard candy to suck on as she waits to be yelled at by the principal. She was proud of herself for only having to come in once a month instead of every single day like when she was in elementary school. It wasn’t long when Mr. Aramai, a gentlemen with slicked black hair, square glasses, and blue eyes exits his room to see her outside of his office.

He sighs quite heavily and took a practiced step to the side to let her in. He closes the door when she enters and when he sat in his chair, she was already bunched up with shame and her legs on her chair with the rest of her body. Mr. Aramai looks at the picture on his desk then stares at her.

“How many times are we going to do this Ms. Morgana?” Her neutral expression morphs slightly to match the rest of her body’s stature. “Is the other person in the nurse’s office?” He asks seriously. She shakes her head. “Ms. Morgana.” His voice took on the cross tone she only hears from her mom.

“Tyler left the school.”

“In an ambulance!?” Mr. Aramai shouts in a panic,

“No, no! He just...left.” Mr. Aramai groans and quickly exits the room, Morgana assumes to get someone to either find Tyler or get his parents alerted. Morgana rather likes Mr. Aramai’s room, it was filled with the normal principal office assortments of certificates and other dumb things for adults, but unlike her elementary school principal, his room also held a bunch of pictures of smiling people. Parents, families, and children, all of them doing something fun. Mr. Aramai wasn’t even in most of the pictures, so it must be because he liked the same thing she likes.

The genuine smiles of the people features in the pictures.

“Now that, that’s been taken care of-” Mr. Aramai came back into the room and returns to his seat. “Ms. Morgana, I will ask again, how many times are we going to go through with this?” Morgana found her gaze glaring down at the ground. “I know that the elementary principal didn’t put you through any punishments for these kind of outbursts, and I have been as understanding and patient as I can be.” She knows.

She hates talking to most adults. Mr. Aramai has been one of the few she tolerated talking to, and that was because of his understanding and patience. “I’m sorry Ms. Morgana.” She looks up at him, a little fearful of his next words, “I’m going to have to call your mother,”

“No!”

“And we’re going to have to schedule a conference to see if we can help you through other methods.” He continues effortlessly.

“No don’t drag my mom into this!” Morgana shouts again, pushing her chair away with irritation. “Mom has nothing to do with this!” Morgana finds her voice higher than she ever remembers it ever being able to get. Mr. Aramai sits on his chair, unimpressed. He simply stands up and Morgana, small and irritated as she is, follows after him as he makes his way out of the room. She tugs on his pants angrily, like the child she feels like now. “Don’t tell my mom! Please!” She pleas, her knees giving up on her and falling down to the ground. She still gripped his pants and tears flowed freely from her eyes. “Please, please, I’ll be good, I promise!”

The office aides and Mr. Aramai look down at the pitiful girl. The adults share a look and Mr. Aramai sighs once again once all the women focus a defensive glare at him.

“Okay. This is the last time Ms. Morgana, next time you’re in my office for anything, and I mean anything I’m doing what I said.” He helps the girl up, “You got that?” The girl sniffs the snot pouring from her nose up, wiping the remnants of her tears off her face. “Ms. Morgana?” The girl nods, her mouth choked up with her turmoil. “Okay.” He rubs the top of her head, messing her ragged hair even more. “Now head to class, I’m sure your teacher is eager to continue teaching you things.”

“Her schedule says she has Mr. Bellevue.” Mr. Aramai makes a face.

“Ooh, um. Right.” He pats Morgana’s head again, “Actually go clean yourself up and we’ll just,” he coughs with his cheeks flushing slightly, “just give you a free block.” Morgana internally giggles in her head. Mr. Aramai and Mr. Bellevue had a strange relationship with one another, it was pretty famous that they butted heads with each other often. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Mr. Aramai insisted, patting her shoulder awkwardly, coughing lightly.

~*~*~*~*~

Morgana walks slowly to her home after the long day at school. Now that the other kids finally found another thing that could trigger her anger, they continued to say cruel things about her mother. It took every ounce of her being to not ruin the very earth the bullies stood on. The ground she stared at slowly passed her as she continues to drag her feet home.

Why was it so easy for people to hurt other people? Her mother didn’t deserve to be called such mean, rude, and untruthful things. Morgana did for existing, but her mother definitely didn’t deserve it. Morgana found her steps stopping as she came across a dead cat. It looked like it had been mauled by another animal. The girl crouched close to the animal.

It must have been painful.

It must have been the worst experience in its life.

But at least it wasn’t alive anymore.

Jealousy coursed in her heart.

Morgana found herself shaking, she was so sick and tired of everything. She had to make sure she didn’t have anymore outbursts, she had to make sure she didn’t trouble her mother, she had to make sure to continue getting good grades and-

She started sobbing. It didn’t matter she was on a public street crying over a dead cat. She just wanted everything to stop, to end.

“Excuse me Miss? Could you help me?” Morgana shoulders shudder, her chest shook with her emotions as she looks up to the voice that asked her the question. She was taken aback to see a young man in a suit of armor. She couldn’t help herself, her brain was stunned into shock. “Miss?” She spotted the young man had a spiky tuft of orange hair peeking out from his helmet. This young man was a little older than her from how tall he towered over her, but he wasn’t a complete adult.

“H-help you?” Morgana answers his question with her own. The stranger sees her face and his hands go up, panic lighting up his face.

“Oh-oh dear. I’m so sorry, may I help you first?” He offers one of his hands and then he must have seen the dead cat because his next reaction is heartbroken, “Oh no. I am so sorry.” He kneels to the ground and Morgana watches as he presses the front of his plate. Part of the plate pops out like a robot and he reached into the new hole in his plate, bringing out a symbol Morgana had never seen before connected to a long golden chain.

She watches as he spoke a prayer, sounding more holy than any priest Morgana had ever heard in her life. He touched the symbol to the dead cat and tucked the necklace back in and he put the full plate back into place. “Sorry Miss.” He offered the hand that had not touched the cat, “I do not know if it will comfort you in any way, but know that this creature is in a place of peace.”

Morgana felt annoyance course through her entire body. Who the heck was this guy to just say something like that? She grabs his offered hand and pushes it away with rage, getting up and wiping her face with her long sleeve. The young man did not seem offended and stood there quietly.

“I don’t need your help and I’m not going to help you. You can find some other jerk to get sucked in your religion.” Morgana finally spits out, getting into the street to get past the man.

“Miss be careful!” The young man grabs her arm and before Morgana could yell venom at him, the loud blaring noise of a truck screeched past the two. That...that had came out of nowhere, and the stranger had just saved her.

“Why did you do that?” She demands, the sudden realization that she had been that close to everything stopping was gone. It would have been the best accident of her life. She hit the full plate and found herself cursing underneath her breathe from the pain.

“Because you were going to get hurt by that monster Miss.” So matter of fact. So honest. SO FRUSTRATING!

“I WANTED TO GET HURT BY THAT MONSTER!” Morgana shrieks at the stranger. “NO ONE TOLD YOU TO SAVE ME!” The young man just stares at her with shock. “I WANTED TO DIE YOU MORON!” Her whole body leaned in with her scream, the truth she had hidden from everyone else in the world. She shook angrily, staring at the ground with the dead cat between the two again. She was so close to being like that stupid cat. Her tears litter the street, coloring the grey a little as she continues with her frustrated emotions from finding the dead cat.

“If you wish to die...then you can definitely help me.” Morgana looks up at the young man, shock blatantly pasted across her face.

“What?”

“Miss this may be a little hard to believe, but I am from another world.” It would be harder to believe if he weren’t covered head to toe with armor. “I am here to try to find someone willing to help me find our king.” This was getting to be a bit too much. Morgana holds out her hand to stop the young man from talking any further.

“Doesn’t matter, I already told you I’m not going to help you.” She turns to try to continue escaping the conversation.

“I am glad to hear that you were not serious about dying.” The strange man remarks loudly when she got ten feet away. Morgana found herself stopping. Not serious? She turns to glare at the man who had continued to stare after her. Morgana held her teeth close together, waiting to see if the stranger would continue talking. His eyes, weirdly colored, seemed genuine and happy. Happy like the pictures in Mr. Aramai’s office.

“You don’t think I’m serious?” Morgana challenges. His eyes shifted and he held up his hands, like he was going to talk her down but she wasn’t going to let him. “I am! I want to die so much!” She hisses at him and to both hers and his shock, Morgana found herself stepping out into the street again. She was about to die and all it had taken to finally push her over the edge was a stranger from another world thinking she wouldn’t.

This was just great.

Morgana spreads her arms and legs out, waiting for a car to finally wipe her from his world. Her prayers were going to be answered as a car rushed from a previous stop light, breaking the speed limit, and Morgana stares at the panicked face of her killer. She wouldn’t have to get hurt by people anymore. She wouldn’t be a burden on her mother anymore.

“Go Servant of Bonds, bind her temple and become my sword!” Morgana gasped as something pushes her to the other side of the street, hitting the grass of the park that was on the other side. Morgana stares up at the sky, her breath taken away and her eyes unable to focus. Soon she manages to focus on something other than the sky as a snake stares down at her.

Oh good, maybe it’ll poison her.

But it was a bit too cute looking for her to think of it as a ferocious carrier of death. Golden colored with giant eyes that could compete with a puppy.

“Hello snakey.” She remarks lazily.

“Miss, I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

“No.” She simply replies. The serpent staring at her disappears from her vision and instead the stranger’s hand comes close. She hits it, and he offers it again. This happens a few times until he just grabs her by her entire arm and pulls her up. The serpent is wrapped around the young man’s neck like a funny looking scarf. “You saved me again.” Morgana hisses at the stranger. “You’re a real jerk!”

“Yes…” The stranger’s gaze shifts with discomfort. “Miss, please just hear me out-”

“No!” She knows she was childish sounding but screw this guy! She had finally got the guts (spite) to kill herself and she had been stopped. “I’m going home now!” She yells at him, “Now go find someone else to bother!” She starts to march off but a loud sound of clanking follows after her. She must have cried too loudly earlier to hear him but now when she was just seething in her head and walking only to the sound of cars and walking the full plate was obnoxiously obvious.

She turns to yell at him. “I told you to go find someone else to bother!” The young man still looks incredibly uncomfortable. “Don’t follow me you creep!”

“Miss-”

“My name is Morgana!” The young man stopped speaking for a moment and nods in response.

“My name is Rian, Miss Morgana.” His strange colored eyes seems to light up at finally introducing themselves to one another. “Heh, we make a team of a king and queen.” Morgana shot him a very confused stare. “Our names mean king and queen in different languages.” Oh. Weird. Wait. She turns around and continues to walk to her home.

“If you’re from another world how come you can speak English?”

“I come from an English-speaking world.” Rian took on a happy charming tone to his words. He must have been glad she was going to stop trying to kill herself or crying in front of him. “Our languages are not any different from here. In fact we have had the Tower of Babel in our world as well, it is a very interesting-”

“Stop being boring and keep your answers short.” Rian made a noise of surprise. The two walked, Rian in a sulking mode apparently as he didn’t speak another word. Perhaps he was just waiting on another question from her.

“Why are you following me? I’ve told you several times I’m not going to help you.” Rian made an uncomfortable noise. “Well?” Morgana snaps at him.

“Yes. Sorry Miss Morgana. I was just trying to figure how to say the predicament we are in shortly.” She stops.

“We?” She turns to the orange-head. He nods to this. “Why we?” Rian seems to pale under her gaze. If Morgana wasn’t so unhappy and irritated she might have mustered a giggle in her mind at the thought of her, a tiny thirteen-year-old intimidating a young man who towers over her.

“Well...you see…”

“You can take your time with this.” Morgana spat at him, sensing he would probably have more pauses then she would have cared for.

“Right then. Miss Morgana, can you see Chai here?” He pointed to the serpent wrapped around his head, its head resting on his head adorably. Chai sounded weird to Morgana for a snake name but then again, she didn’t own any snakes.

“Yes?”

“And you were only able to see Chai after your...attempted suicide, correct?” Morgana frowns.

“Yes?” It was a good thing Rian’s eyes were expressive because Morgana could easily read the distress off of them.

“I was afraid of that.” She stares at him dully waiting for him to continue, her irritation growing on her face. “Miss Morgana because you can see Chai now, it means our bond is accepted by Fate.” She waits, her face growing more angry with every second going by. “You see in my world I’m of a race of creatures that gain power from a Sire.” Rian visibly squirms under Morgana’s gaze. “Chai is my family’s Servant of Bonds that determines our Sire.”

Morgana got a bad feeling from his words as he continued. “We can use Chai for some magic until we find a Sire but when Chai determines a bond we are no longer allowed to perform such feats without our Sire’s permission.”

“Please don’t say what I think you’re going to say.”

“Because you can see Chai now...you are my Sire Miss Morgana.” She jumps as he kneels down. “Please, I pled of you, let me be your Knight.” For the first time in her life she thought of doing something she had never done. Never thought she would have to do.

Morgana ran away. Despite all of her faults in both the intelligence, looks, and height department, Morgana had pride in her speed, and with Rian in heavy armor, there would be no way he would catch up with her, especially if she took a shortcut. Morgana dives through someone’s yard, flinching but not stopping when she hears the rapid barks of whatever dog the person kept in the backyard. She continued to run, darting through many people’s backyards, her lungs trying to punch themselves out of her chest. She needed to get home, and she just needed to forget about today entirely.

“Spear the earth and consume the flaws of humanity!” Morgana screams as something wraps around her ankles and drags her to hit the ground. She slams into the earth and screams again as her body starts dragging against the harsh grass of someone’s backyard, the blood leaking from her nose giving an eery trail. She turns around and gasps to see a chain wrapped around her, and connected to the chain was a man in black full plate.

Standing behind the man with full plate was a wizard looking fellow. This must have been two people from whatever world Rian came from. Why were they attacking her? She tries to grip the chain around her ankle as the man kept pulling her to him, her butt on fire as her dress started bunching up uncomfortably against the grass.

“Leave me alone!” Morgana yells as she can’t get the thing unwrapped around her.

“Sorry miss,” the wizard looking fellow cackled out, “Bruno here feels that troublesome Knight around you.” Must be Rian, stupid magical world. The dark-haired girl screamed as the wizard spoke again, “Crush the flesh of rock and render the soul useless.” The chain wrapped around her ankle started to sink into her ankle, it was the most easily the most physically painful thing she had ever felt in her life.

The chain continued to sink into her flesh, she could actually feel her bones shrieking in vibration. “Bruno don’t be so tasteless, wrap more around her body to get her quick.” The wizard man laughed and Bruno gives him a laugh in return.

“Sorry Sire, I just like to make them feel useless first.” The two share a laugh and Morgana continued screaming in pain. These stupid sick jerks!

“Stop it!” She begs, screaming even louder as sees her foot bend at a strange angle. Her screams must have become a siren by now, so high-pitched that no one normal could hear them.

“Give me a command Miss Morgana!” She was sure the only reason she could hear his voice because she wanted anything to interrupt the pain. A command? What, like how that wizard looking guy was saying those long sentences? She can’t think of something like that now, she was in pain!

“Rocket punch the asshole!” The chains sinking into her broken ankle even paused at her words. The grip on the chains grew slack and Morgana managed to glare beyond her tears to see Rian’s gauntlets had flown through the air and had punched Bruno with what she imagined was the force of a rocket.

“T-that wasn’t a spell!” The wizard complains as Rian approaches him with a demonic aura around him. “Hart, this is-” the wizard’s voice high and panicky while his face was filled with sweat.

“I don’t care.” Rian simply spoke, and Morgana watches as he grips the wizard by his shoulders and she sees Chai coil around Rian’s arm and meet the wizard’s face.

“No please don’t, Bruno will-”

“Goodbye.” Chai bared sinister fangs that Morgana never thought she would see from the sweet looking snake and pales when Chai bit the wizard’s eye. The man screeches, he tries to move and grasp Chai who looked like it was swallowing something. Morgana sees from her peripheral vision that Bruno got up from his spot and he starts to head to the trio. Each step he took however looked more and more like he was becoming smaller, what little Morgana could see of his face seemed to be shrinking.

When Rian finally let go of the wizard looking man, Bruno reached the trio but sank to the ground, his armor falling apart as if he had never existed. The wizard man cries, the eye that Chai had bit into was gone, left with a hollow black hole. He sinks down and he picks at the sand all around the full plate, dripping all over the empty plate with pathetic whimpering. Rian only gives the man a cold glare then made his way to Morgana. The girl looks at him with shame.

He kneels down to her and sighs, “I am sorry my Sire.” That cursed sincerity was there, he really was sorry. It wasn’t even his fault. Morgana burst into tears again,

“My mom’s going to kill me.” She sobs. Rian couldn’t help the little chuckle that escaped his control.

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“She has a superpower, she always knows when I’ve cursed, I’m going to get my mouth washed out with soaaaaap.” The young woman continues to sob, pain and anxiety mixing her face into a wonderful mess with mucus and redness. Rian laughs at her a little, his bare hands patting her head with a gentleness.

“Ah, I can see why you wanted to die now.” A hiccup of a chuckle managed to escape her aching crying. Ah this was just a confusing chaotic mess, she still wanted to die but now she knew at least she didn’t want to die this painfully.

The world was cruel, people like to bully her to get a rise from her to watch the small little rat fight against giants. People like to hurt her through her mom because it was easy to make fun of someone who wasn’t there. Now there was another world that looked like it wanted to hurt her as well, for reasons she didn’t know yet.  

At least Rian was nice to her.