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Len loved the selection of books Auradon had. The Isle’s were often worn down, but he hadn’t had the problem since arriving. He scanned the bookshelves until he saw one that seemed interesting. “Percy Jackson and the Olympians...” He turned around, and was so surprised by someone being behind him that he dropped the book he was holding.
“Holy shit!”
“Heya, have you seen my brother Gilbert?” Gabe asked, clearly a bit intoxicated as they stumbled over their words. “I miss my little gilbert grape.”
“listen, asshole - i’m just saying that if i could sting people i would sting you - and no i don’t care that it would kill me because it’d hurt you.” they snapped, quickly beginning to lose their temper.
Armed with a messy bun and favorite pencil, Jenn was determined to finish her thumbnail sketches. Critiques were a week away and she still hadn’t started on the painting. She needed to get this done if she had any hope of having enough time to paint. Except she’d been here for an hour and she couldn’t get past the few same ideas. “Ugh!” She closed her sketchbook, cover painted in swirls of yellow, with an annoyed sigh. “Sorry.” Jenn added after noticing her corner of the coffee shop was no longer empty.
Emeral forced himself to look at everyone's face on his way by. He would stumble and trip just to catch a glimpse. By the time the flames were in view he was out of breath. Nothing about today made sense, yet his mind went back to the whispers. Plans were made and he wished they didn't happen. Emeral straightened up and made his way forward.
“Mom, Im okay. You were there when the doctors said im okay. And you know I dont like talking on the phone.” Cas stated, his hand in his hair twirling a few of the strands. “Because I cant see you or what your face is doing. I dont want to have to focus on tone.” Huffing, he nodded to something she was saying, letting his hand move from his hair to gingerly touch the bruises on his face. “Yep. I got it. I have to go. Of course im lying, I don’t really have to go but I want to end this conversation and it always works for dad when he uses it. Love you. Bye.” Hanging up, he sat his phone down in front of him, letting it settle before he fixed it to be straight with the table ledge.
Nicolas heard the bang and saw the flash and immediately dropped to the ground. People were yelling and he put his hands over his ears. He felt his breath start to quicken and he could feel the cold move up his feet and through his body. "No no no no" he whimpered, the people were running around the room and he was taken back to when his father left. The screaming match between him and his mother.
"You cant just leave him!"
"I cant have a son like that! He doenst function correctly, he isn't normal!"
Nicolas felt hot tears run down his face in contrast to the feeling of ice moving up his arms and touching his ears. He hated the feeling and slammed his hands to the ground sending ice shooting left and right and he rocked back and forth.
Lyra couldn’t believe she was here to witness this. Those from the isle were rising up and auradon would feel pain. She tried to keep the gleeful look off her face. The smoke was rising from the grounds as people tried to get to safety. Lyra forced her way through to get a much better view.
