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merymoonbeam · 2 months

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Spear?

CC3 spoilers

This is just a manifesting post and more connections I found from cc3 🫡

In my wild hunt post I talked about narben being a spear for... reasons.

I think Gwydion and Truth-Teller are inspired by King Arthur's weapons. In myths it is talked about how he has a sword, a knife and a spear...

Other weapons have been associated with Arthur. Welsh tradition also knew of a dagger named Carnwennan and a spear named Rhongomyniad that belonged to him. Carnwennan ("little white-hilt") first appears in Culhwch and Olwen, where Arthur uses it to slice the witch Orddu in half. Rhongomyniad ("spear" + "striker, slayer") is also mentioned in Culhwch, although only in passing; it appears as simply Ron ("spear") in Geoffrey's Historia. Geoffrey also names Arthur's shield as Pridwen; in Culhwch, however, Prydwen ("fair face") is the name of Arthur's ship while his shield is named Wynebgwrthucher ("face of evening").

So other than excalibur Arthur has a dagger and a spear.

To me it looks like

Excalibur= Gwydion

Carnwennan= Truth-Teller

Rhongomyniad= Narben

So why? Lemme explain.

With Excalibur it is about who is worthy to pull it out of the stone.

Excalibur is the mythical sword of King Arthur that may possess magical powers or be associated with the rightful sovereignty of Britain. Traditionally, the sword in the stone that is the proof of Arthur's lineage and the sword given him by a Lady of the Lake are not the same weapon, even as in some versions of the legend both of them share the name of Excalibur.

Romance tradition elaborates on how Arthur came into possession of Excalibur. In Robert de Boron's c. 1200 French poem Merlin, the first known tale to mention the "sword in the stone" motif, Arthur obtained the British throne by pulling a sword from an anvil sitting atop a stone that appeared in a churchyard on Christmas Eve.[18] In this account, as foretold by Merlin, the act could not be performed except by "the true king", meaning the divinely appointed king or true heir of Uther Pendragon. (As Thomas Malory related in his English-language Arthurian compilation, the 15th-century Le Morte d'Arthur, "whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil, is rightwise king born of all England."[19][d])

And we have Gwydion/Starsword

That your son, not you, retrieved the Starsword from the Cave of Princes in Avallen’s dark heart. That your son, not you, stood among the long-dead Starborn Princes asleep in their sarcophagi and was deemed worthy to pull the sword from its sheath. How many times did you try to draw the sword when you were young? How much research did you do in this very study to find ways to wield it without being chosen? (Hoeab)

So it matches even though at the end it is Bryce who can access the real power of the sword not Ruhn bc it is sarah and we have the females as a main character.

And now the dagger—Carnwennan and Truth-Teller.

In myths the dagger is described like this.

Carnwennan, or Carnwenhau ("Little White Hilt"), was the dagger of King Arthur in the Welsh Arthurian legends

In Culhwch and Olwen, Arthur names it as one of the few things in the world which he will not give to Culhwch. Later, he uses it to slay the witch Orddu, the daughter of the witch Orwen, by slicing her in half.[1] In the Welsh Triads, Carnwennan is listed alongside Arthur's spear Rhongomyniad and Arthur's sword Caledfwlch as sacred weapons given to him by God: "the sacred weapons that God had given him: Rhongomiant his spear, Caledfwlch a sword, and Carnwennan his dagger" (Bromwich's translation).[2]

The fact that Arthur would not give the weapons to Culhwch when we know Fionn didn't give the Gwydion and TT to Theia? Kinda similar.

My father had never shown himself to be giving—long had he kept Gwydion and never once offered it to my mother. The dagger that had belonged to his dear friend, slain during the war, hung at his side, unused. But not for long.

We learned in cc2 that Gwydion and TT are twin blades.(I went into detail about this and how it connects to elriel in several posts > light and dark, sing me, alpha and omega)

The male drew it, and Bryce flinched. Flinched, but—“What the fuck?” The knife could have been the twin of the Starsword: black hilted and bladed. It was its twin. The Starsword began to hum within its sheath, glittering white light leaking from where leather met the dark hilt. The dagger—.The male dropped the dagger to the plush carpet. All of them retreated as it flared with dark light, as if in answer. Alpha and Omega. “Gwydion,” the dark-haired female whispered, indicating the Starsword.(hosab)

And in cc3 we learn that when you use Truth-Teller...there are shadows.

Bryce threw her power into the Starsword, light ripping through the black blade, willing it to tear this fucking monster apart— She willed it into Truth-Teller, and shadows flowed—

Seems...weird that Truth-teller has "shadow powers" and in acowar we have Elain literally stepping out of a shadow. And we never learned the reason why???

But as a black blade broke through the king’s throat, spraying blood, I realized someone else had. Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck as she snarled in his ear, “Don’t you touch my sister.”

So how these connect to Arthur's dagger? (Just gonna add here that @riddlecrux told me about this before so credit goes to her 🫡)

In addition to his other magical items, Arthur had the invisibility granting Carnwennan. The dagger was providing a kind of presence concealment to Arthur or to its wielder. In European folklore, invisibility-granting items are rather prevalent. These are often recognized as caps or invisibility cloaks. The invisibility attribute of Carnwennan was probably the main reason Arthur named his dagger among the things he could never give up for any reason:

Invisibility? Shadows? @silverlinedeyes made a post before how elain could get a cloak made of void? And we know with Gwydion and TT you can make a portal to nowhere—the void.

“The Starsword is Made, as you called it.” He waved an idle hand, sparks at his fingertips. “The knife can Unmake things. Made and Unmade. Matter and antimatter. With the right influx of power—a command from the one destined to wield them—they can be merged. And they can create a place where no life, no light exists. A place that is nothing. Nowhere.”

It had been a gamble. But she’d seen what the Starsword and Truth-Teller had done to Polaris. They had created a void that had sucked the Asteri in—the only sort of prison that might destroy a being of light. The only force in the universe that ate light, so strong no light could ever escape it. A portal to nowhere. To a black hole. Wasn’t that the unholy power that Apollion possessed? The power of the Void. The antithesis of light.

So maybe we are gonna see elain and the void connected?

Also more about the dagger in Arthurian legends:

Carnwennan, or Carnwenhau, meaning "white hilt" was the dagger belonging to the great King Arthur. It is attributed with the magical power to shroud its user in shadow. This dagger, it is said, was one of three sacred weapons given to King Arthur by God. Arthur names it as one of the few things in the world which he would not give to his cousin Culhwch. King Arthur used this very dagger it to slay the witch Orddu ,daughter of Orwen. by slicing her in half. It is also possible that this is the dagger he once used to kill a giant.

So there is that.

And lastly we have the spear—Rhongomyniad.

There is not much we can use from the myths because the only things we have are its name and it was given to Arthur by god.

Rhongomyniad, or Rhongomiant (variously translated as "Slaying Spear," "Cutting Spear" or "Striking Spear"), was the spear of King Arthur in the Welsh Arthurian legends. Unlike Arthur’s two other weapons, his sword Caledfwlch and his dagger Carnwennan, Rhongomyniad has no apparent magical powers.

In the Historia Regum Britanniae, Geoffrey of Monmouth calls Arthur's lance Ron,[2] presumably an abbreviation of the original Welsh name. Layamon also calls it this in his Brut. Geoffrey states that Arthur carried this lance with him at the Battle of Mount Badon. Layamon states in a passage (without naming the weapon) that Arthur's spear was forged in Carmarthen by a smith called Griffin. He also adds that it formerly belonged to Uther Pendragon.

The wiki says it has no magical power but...if sarah took inspo from Excalibur for Gwydion and the dagger for TT...I wouldn't put it past her to use the spear as an inspo for Narben... especially with her love for 3s.

Also like the spear we dont have much to go on for Narben either. We have so little information.

“Amarantha destroyed one,” Amren said. Cassian started. “I never heard that.” Amren amended, “Rumor claimed she dumped one into the sea. It would not come to Amarantha’s hand, nor the hands of any of her commanders, and rather than let the King of Hybern attain it, she disposed of it.” Azriel asked, “Which sword?” “Narben.” (Acosf)

"Narben was even older than Gwydion,” Rhys said. “Where the hell was it?” (Acosf)

Narben’s powers had not been the holy, savior’s light of Gwydion, but ones far darker. (Acosf)

Rhys studied her blade. “Narben is a death-sword. It’s lost, possibly destroyed, but stories say it can slay even monsters like Lanthys.” (Acosf)

So that's all we know.

Another point...Fionn connection.

In myths there is a HUGE part about Fionn using a spear to defeat a giant.

Also known as the Spear of Fiacha (or Fiacail), Birgha was an enchanted, venomous spear. The warrior Fiacha, a follower of Cumal (a leader of the Fianna), gave the spear to Cumal’s son Fionn mac Cumhail so that he might defeat Aillén, an evil creature/former member of the Tuath Dé Danann who resided, three-hundred-and-sixty-four days a year, in the Otherworld. Each and every Samhain the monster—nicknamed “the burner”—would wreak havoc on the royal residence of Tara (also: Teamhair) with his fire-breath after lulling its defenders to sleep with enchanted music. Specifically, Aillén plays—or weaponizes, I should say—the suantraí (lullaby) strain of ancient Irish music, which is frequently deployed by gods, druids, and other musicians in the myths in order to incapacitate opponents. That’s where Birgha comes into play. In Lady Gregory’s version of events, Fiacha teaches Fionn how to unlock the power of the spear, instructing his pupil as follows: “When you will hear the music of the Sidhe, let you strip the covering off the head of the spear and put it to your forehead, and the power of the spear will not let sleep come upon you.”

Just saying...with all of a new character singing...having some effects on others...IDK. WEIRD. 🫣

Another point is Four treasures of Tuatha de danaan. ( @offtorivendell made a post about them before )

Dagda's Cauldron

pretty self explanatory...cauldron.

Claiomh Solais (the sword of light)

Gwydion.

The sword may be rendered in English as the "Sword of Light", or "Shining Sword".

The Sword of Light or Claidheamh Soluisis a trope object that appears in a number of Irish and Scottish Gaelic folktales. The "Quest for sword of light" formula is catalogued as motif H1337.

The Starsword sang with light, her power flowing into it. Activating it. And nothing had ever felt so right, so easy, as plunging the blade into the bony chest of the wounded Reaper. It arced, bellowing, black blood spurting from its withered lips. (Hosab)

Narben’s powers had not been the holy, savior’s light of Gwydion, but ones far darker.(acosf)

Lia Fail Stone

My whole wild hunt post is about this. You can read it there. Basically I think this is the inspo for the stone on top of Ramiel.

The Spear of Lugh

And here is the reason I think Narben might be a spear.

Lugh's spear (sleg), according to the text of The Four Jewels of the Tuatha Dé Danann, was said to be impossible to overcome.

Interesting that Amren said this about Narben in acosf:

“I don’t know, but she found it, and when it would not bend to her, she destroyed it. As she did all good things.” It was as much as Amren would say about that terrible time. “It was perhaps in our favor. Had the King of Hybern possessed Narben, I fear we would have lost the war.”

More info for Spear of Lugh.

In a full narrative version called [A]oidhe Chloinne Tuireann (The Fate of the Children of Tuireann),[51] from copies no earlier than the 17th century,[52] Lugh demands the spear named Ar-éadbair or Areadbhair (Early Modern Irish: Aꞃéadḃaiꞃ) which belonged to Pisear, king of Persia. Areadbhair's tip had to be kept immersed in a pot of water to keep it from igniting, a property similar to the Lúin of Celtchar. This spear is also called "Slaughterer"[53] in translation.

Narben is a death "sword"

Rhys studied her blade. “Narben is a death-sword. It’s lost, possibly destroyed, but stories say it can slay even monsters like Lanthys.” (Acosf)

Also the spear of Lugh is connected with lightning.

Lugh's projectile weapon, whether a dart or missile, was envisioned to be symbolic of lightning-weapon.

Also known as the Lightning Spear, or simply Lugh’s Spear, the Gae Assail was one of the Four Treasures or Jewels of the Tuatha Dé Danann

And to me it is interesting that Ramiel means "god has thundered" maybe there is a connection?

Lugh's sling rod, named "Lugh's Chain", was the rainbow and the Milky Way, according to popular writer Charles Squire.[57] Squire adds that Lugh's spear which needed no wielding was alive and thirsted so for blood that only by steeping its head in a sleeping-draught of pounded fresh poppy leaves could it be kept at rest. When a battle was near, it was drawn out; then it roared and struggled against its thongs, fire flashed from it, and it tore through the ranks of the enemy once slipped from the leash, never tired of slaying

So thanks for reading.

I NEED A SPEAR 😭😭

#elriel #give elain a spear #narben #cc3 spoilers #hofas spoilers

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bright-side20 · 2 months

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The blood rite

I think that after Hofas we have a kind of explanation for the blood rite :

ACOSF:

Emerie’s eyes shone. “Long ago—so long ago they don’t even have a precise date for it—a great war was fought between the Fae and the ancient beings who oppressed them . One of its key battles was here, in these mountains. Our forces were battered and outnumbered, and for some reason, the enemy was desperate to reach the stone at the top of Ramiel. We were never taught the reason why; I think it’s been forgotten. But a young Illyrian warrior named Enalius held the line against the enemy soldiers for days. He found a natural archway of stone amongst the tangle of boulders and made that his bottleneck. He died in the end, but he held off the enemy long enough for our allies to reach us. This Rite is all to honor him. So much of the history has been lost, but the memory of his bravery remains.”

“You know, our god—the first of the Illyrians —held the ground against enemy hordes right where you’re standing.”... Bellius smirked. “He drew a line in the dirt as well.”.... “It didn’t end well for Enalius,” Bellius went on. “He died after defending this spot for three days. Climbed with his guts hanging out to the sacred stone at the top and died there. It’s why we do this stupid thing. To honor him.”

HOFAS:

Snow drifted across the image, and then Theia was standing atop a mountain, a black monolith rising behind her. "Ramiel." Azriel whispered from behind them, from beyond the wards.

But my mother and father knew they needed the most valuable of all the Daglan's weapons.

The snows around Ramiel parted, revealing a massive bowl of iron at the foot of the monolith. Even through the vision, its pres- ence leaked into the world, a heavy, ominous thing. "The Cauldron," Nesta said

Conclusion :

Enalius was Fionn's best friend, and he planned the uprising alongside him and Theia. During the war, Enalius and the Illyrians fought in Ramiel against Daglan. The reason they aimed to reach the top of Ramiel was that their most valuable weapon, the Cauldron, was there. I remember the bone carver saying that the cauldron was stolen back at great cost, so it all makes sense. Illyrians with Enalius's lead prevented Daglan from reaching the Cauldron until Fionn, Theia and the Fae joined them. He died next to the monolith and the Cauldron.

If what the Illyrians know about history is true and the blood rite was indeed created to honor Enalius after his death, it means that it was established after overthrowing Daglan. Who else could have created it other than his best friend, Fionn? Plus, he possessed the Cauldron, so he definitely had the ability to create such a thing. If so, I wonder if Rhys would have the ability to at least change laws concerning the rite.

Also, I wonder if it could be tied to some prophecy since :

Cassian forged ahead, “Even so, the other males knew that we were different. And not because we were two bastards and a half-breed. We were stronger, faster—like the Cauldron knew we’d been set apart and wanted us to find each other. Rhys’s mother saw it, too.

As one, the three of them had touched the stone—the first to reach its peak at the end of that brutal week. The uncontested winners.

Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel are all related to Fionn and Enalius; they are reunited by fate and completed the rite simultaneously.

do not forget that Nesta herself—and Elain, with whatever powers she has—is here. Feyre is here. All three sisters blessed by fate and gifted with powers to match your own.

I'm really curious to see how this all will wrap up, I'm curious to know what secret is beneath Ramiel and why that mountain and the three stars were chosen to be the enigma of the Night Court.

#acotar thoughts #3 brothers 3 sisters #ramiel #sarahjmaas #sjm

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silverlinedeyes · 3 months

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An initial list of questions spawned from HOFAS

HOFAS spoilers below the break.

I’ve been thinking about some big and some small questions since I finished HOFAS last night and wanted to preserve them here with some of my thoughts for later discussion. I am also planning some larger theory posts to try to answer some of these questions.

Also, please reblog with any additional questions you may have if you’d like!!!

Where are the other Hel princes and what are they fighting?

Are Valg related to the Asteri or the Hel princes (or both)?

Are Valg children of the Void like the Hel princes?

Is the Under-King Valg and has he been hiding in the Under-King body living off of some of the Second Light?

How do Koschei and the Carver and the Weaver fit in with this?

Is Az also a descendant of the second daughter since he’s Starborn?

Is ToG on the same timeline as Prythian and CC?

Are the tall fae that came to Midgard from Erilea coming from the same time period depicted at the oasis in ToD when Yrene and Chaol find those carvings from the first demon wars, before Elena or Gavin were born?

Who on Prythian is a powerful enough starborn to wield and use Gwydion and TT? Is Elain? Or will the three Archeron sisters together make Theia’s light anew, as @offtorivendell @wingedblooms and I have theorized that each Archeron sister has part of Theia’s light.

Will the Archeron sisters be able to wield TT and Gwydion together to kill the unkillable—Koschei?

Did Bryce revive Dusk by taking Silene’s light back like she did Avallen when she took Theia’s light out of it? Or will someone (Elain???? Cc @wingedblooms) revive Dusk?

Does Urd = Wyrd = Chaos = the Dark Mother?

Is the temple in Hel that looks like Urd’s temple a temple to Chaos, Hel’s version of Urd and Apollion’s mother?

Were the ToG gods and the Asteri sucked (back into?) the Void, and if so, can the Void send them back or can they be retrieved from the Void by something?

What IS the connection between the gods in all these worlds, like Bryce asked when she was in Prythian?

Why do all these different fae societies oppress the females? Is it because only females can be powerful starborn, and some forces are at work to suppress that power to protect darker beings? Like how Pelias seems to have created a society that doesn’t allow women to get access to anything related to starborn to prevent another starborn queen from rising?

Can only females be powerful starborn/light wielders and can only males be powerful dark wielders/shadow wielders? Like how Hypaxia says six pointed star is two triangles, one male one female one light one dark (three brothers who are dark princes, three sisters who are starborn/princesses of light?)

Are there male lightsingers or female shadowsingers, or do singers follow these same rules?

Are morven and the murder twins descended from people from Hybern? The murder twins are daemati and remind me of the Hybern twins, and Morven’s shadows are described like ravens.

Does this mean TT has slewn two Hybern kings?

Where does the Starborn power come from?

Where in Prythian are the avallen from?

Are the Starborn and Avallen the same people?

Was Fionn the original king of darkness/shadows and theia the original queen of light/starborn queen? And are the males of their line the former, and the females the latter?

Where in Prythian did Fionn and Pelias come from?

Can TT unMake a mating bond?

Can Elain wield Gwydion and TT together to unMake her bond with Lucien and Make a bond with Azriel?

Aidas tells Hunt some higher power must have made them Mates. We have all these super powerful fae finding their powerful mates right before these huge universe altering moments. Is this part of how Urd is using them as pawns in her plans/games?

Why does Amren’s timeline not match Silene’s re the creation of the Prison? Was this just a continuity error, did Silene manipulate memories, or is this fishy on Amren’s part?

Was Enalius one of the people with Fionn and Theia on Ramiel when they made Gwydion and TT?

Did Nesta give up some of her Starborn powers when she gave back what she stole from the Cauldron, and does this mean she won’t be able to wield and use Gwydion and TT, which will lead to Elain’s role with this?

#hofas #hofas spoilers #CC theories #acotar theories #crossover theories #SJM I

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acourtofthought · 4 months

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We've probably all seen it. The theory that Bryce is Az's mate because she's got Gwydion (the Starsword) and he's got Truth-Teller.

I don't subscribe to that theory but I've also seen a similar theory for Gwyn, that maybe she has a connection to Gwydion for the same reason.

I've never thought that either because I think Gwyn will retrieve and wield Narben (it seems too intentional that Amren told us she heard a rumor from a fleeing water nymph that it was tossed into the sea when it wouldn't bend to Amarantha). Gwyn not only seems to have water imagery associated with her but her voice does seem to call and beckon (pretty perfect for bending Narben to her will).

The following makes me feel even more certain that Gwyn will be in possession of a great sword but that it will not be Gwydion:

Both Gwydion and Truth-Teller have black hilts and black blades.

But SJM gave us this line from Gwyn:

We have no description for Narben yet, but the fact that SJM had Gwyn (without being asked) with a name all ready to go has me thinking Narben's blade will be silver.

If anyone in the ACOTAR world is meant to wield Gwydion, I still love the thought of it being Lucien:

Autumn Court males have imagery associated with the forest, the name Gwydion means "born of trees" and it is the name of the uncle in the Blodeuwedd fairytale (which SJM tagged Elain under) who created a wife out of flowers for his nephew (Blodeuwedd becoming the Welsh Goddess of Spring).

I also can't think of any other character who is more well matched to the legend of Fionn, the role of High King and the keeper of peace. Lucien has done his best to remain diplomatic, to try to consider what is best for everyone involved (not just one individual), and has not sought revenge (Beron, his brothers) or set out to harm others (i.e Graysen) unless in self defense.

I have no idea whether the legend of Fionn will turn out as the ACOTAR characters believe it but Lucien is a pro at trying to diffuse tension for many characters who have been "at each other's throats". 😂

#gwyneth berdara #gwyn acosf #gwyn acotar #acotar lucien #pro lucien vanserra #lucien vanserra #high king lucien #acotar theory #sarah j mass

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elains · 3 months

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Is CC3 bad? I’ve heard it’s not very good at all

It all depends on perspective of who is reading, I believe. I would say that if you loved HOSAB and HOEAB, there's a chance you could genuinely like HOFAS too. But my objective opinion is that the book is not great and falls short on many points

Some more spoilers and the TLDR below.

The first half of this book drags. Sure, there are things happening, but my general impression reading is that it was slow-paced, dragging, and rather awkward. We get some gratuitous torture porn to see how sadistic Pollux and the Hawk are, the Frat Boys are going around and want to get Ruhn out. In all fairness, having so many PoVs and where they cut was sometimes a problem to me: something exciting was about to happen, then cut to a section which was comparatively boring and then more pages until I got my resolution.

The Crossover is CRIMINAL. Anon, I'm a lore girl at heart. I was super looking forward to what it would reveal of Prythian's past, of what happened to Fionn, Theia, the Daglan. Nesta and Azriel are easily the highlight of it, their interactions where the breath of fresh air in what was otherwise a slog to get through. The Crossover is one single HUGE loredump and you know what's more? By the end of it you ask "And this needed to be a Crossover why exactly?".

There's nothing there that couldn't be learned from the Midgard or the Prythian. I kinda think SJMs ran into a corner by ending HOSAB as she did. It feels as though the crossover was meant to be bigger, but it fell flat, and she had to course-correct. To be honest, it was a bit of a chore to get through these parts.

Bryce is also a personal problem to me because I cannot just connect with her. I would have liked much better if more of her human side was explored, rather than the fae, as the humans are the most oppressed and have it worst here. I don't know, her desire for change and everything feels shallow. Hollow. As if she would never have gone down this path had Danika not died — and I could accept that, if I thought it wasn't framed for me to think of her as heroic and not a hypocrite. There IS such a thing as too much girlboss.

Ruhn and Lidia are the highlight of this book for me. I love them in HOSAB, I love them in this one despite some things coming right out of left field lol. Still! Definitely the two characters I enjoyed most.

I know Sarah wanted to try to tackle some big social issues but look. Would you get if I say that the girlboss slips into it? The way she handles these topics, the tone of them, doesn't land right for me. Someone shouting words of change and order, but look a little more closely, dig a little, question, and it's just superficial. In your face, with not the appropriate nuance. Bryce's general attitude does not help.

Oh and there's one hell of a cliche in the end that had me ROLLING MY EYES. Unnecessary. The resolution also feels rushed to me and there are things that I just stared blankly at the book "Is this for real?". Once again, I think she raised the stakes waaaaay too high and the resolution doesn't match them, the same issue I had acowar.

All in all, this book was a let down from HOSAB.

#lacie talks hofas #hofas spoilers

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lily-thesuriel · 3 months

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Sad and Angry

please someone prove me wrong

HOFAS SPOILERS

Well, I've already seen a spoiler of the HOFAS leak. And it has happened what I feared the worlfbulding doesn't match

HOFAS spoilers below

What I read from HOFAS is the chapter about the creation of the prison chapter 21 (interesting that the prison territory was thought to be cursed but it was Silene who actually made sure it was cursed, so can it be fixed ? And if it is fixed even if it continues to function on the inside as a prison externally it will come back to life ? Will the pegasus return to the prison island? I say yes (I have read only 2 chapter ok , let me be delulu) ) )

I haven't read further so I could be wrong please someone tell me I am.

Well, what we learn from the prison is that Silene locks up the "monsters" once she returns to Prythian, that is to say once the high lords rule.

And this does not fit with what we learn in ACOSF, in ACOSF chapter 55, we learn that in short the story is as follows 1 Daglan 2 Fionn defeats the Daglan 3 1000 years of peace that ends with an almost war and to avoid it Fionn is High King. 4 Fionn is betrayed and from then on High lords

Well, this story may not be true, in fact from what HOFAS says it is not true since we know that after Theia betrayed Fionn the High lords did not arise but Theia ruled and it is when she went to Midgard that the High lords arose. So according to HOFAS the chronology is as follows 1 Daglan 2 Fionn king 3 Theia queen 4 Theia leaves Prythian 5 When Silene comes back High lords rule 6 Silene "creates" the prison aka starts to lock up "monsters".

Now, why is that with the Time-Line we have from ACOSF ? If we know that ACOSF's history is altered and we have no direct source to counter the information ? Except that we do have a direct source of information that was alive 15000 years ago and it is our dear minion Amrem (the dates do not exactly match either because in ACOWAR we learn that Amrem is 15000 years old, and should have more to match the 15000 years since Silene, but we take it for valid and we understand that the multiverse was not yet developed in ACOWAR). Returning to the subject Rhys says the following

“Does Amren remember this?” Rhys shook his head. “Only vaguely now. From what I’ve gleaned, she arrived during those years before Fionn and Gwydion rose, and went into the Prison during the Age of Legends—the time when this land was full of heroic figures who were keen to hunt down the last members of their former masters’ race. They feared Amren, believing her one of their enemies, and threw her into the Prison. When she emerged again, she’d missed Fionn’s fall and the loss of Gwydion, and found the High Lords ruling.” (ACOSF chp 55)

Summarizing Amrem's time-line 1 arrives before Fionn "rose", rose to defeat the Daglan ? Or "rose" as High king ? I understand that it arrives before he defeats the Daglan, but the second meaning is also valid because : 2 Amrem went to the prison in the "Age of legends" and when she came out of the prison she had missed the fall of Fionn and there were the High lords ruling.

You have already seen it, haven't you? If not I continue to develop

How is it possible that Amrem missed the fall of Fionn and the rise of the High lords while she was in the prison if by the time Silene started to bring "“monsters” to the “prison” Fionn was already dead (and Theia had disappeared) and the High lords were already ruling????

How ???? Please someone tell me I'm wrong and explain it to me for dummies.

I just don't understand :(, they don't fit, and it's ACOSF the last Acotar book, its not ACOMAF that I understand that the multiverse was not developed there, it happens in the chapter where they tell you the story of the Daglan, it could have been solved by saying that Amrem was happy for the continent and that she didn't know anything about what happened in Prythian until they put her in prison. Why doesn't it add up ? 🙁

#hofas spoilers #hofas

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i-am-tiny-sun · 1 year

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This is a contribution for @dark-mnjiro! I hope it’s a good submission 😭

Categories: 🫧 (new work!); 🤝 (collabs!); 🚞 (smut); 🚺 (fem reader!), ❤️‍🩹 (angst towards the end)

Tw: there be smut somewhere down the line, but it’s not the central part of the fic! Character death occurs as well. Please tell me if I missed anything that requires tagging!

Disclaimer: Reader and Chigiri are sometimes referred to as Diarmuid and Gràinne! You are Gràinne! I hope this clears up any possible confusion 💕

You didn’t want to marry him.

Judging this man, you began to realize that you’d made the mistake of accepting his proposal to you. You figured that you hadn’t been resistant enough.

You only knew his nickname, which was Fionn. He was much older than you. You’d been presented to many suitors, several hundred of them in fact, and you liked none of them. When you saw his son, a very handsome man closer to your age, you began to wonder why he didn’t want you to marry his grandson instead. He selfishly claimed you for his spouse. Why did you think that this one was any different?

Eh, whatever. What’s done is done, you supposed.

You couldn’t back out now, not while there were so many people here for the feast. Even your good friend Bachira was next to you, gleefully telling you about some cockamamie tale of how he’d pulled his latest prank on poor Isagi. You could feel his eyes on you both…no doubt plotting how he was about to return the favor. You really couldn’t back out.

Or so you thought.

While Bachira was giggling away at the salty expression that was etched across Isagi’s face, you preoccupied yourself with looking around the room. Various foods, drinks, oh my goodness, that person’s hair looks terrible with that color of dress (and their shoes definitely didn’t match it either!), that pretty man with the red-pink hair-

Wait.

How did you not notice him until now? He was stunning, you really wanted to smack yourself for overlooking him. You wanted to braid his hair for him, maybe pin back the fringe that kept falling in his face. His rose colored eyes seemed to glow when he perched near the fireplace. You swore that you could cut your finger on his jawline alone.

“Bachira.”

He made a noise of disapproval when you pinched his arm, pinching you back in retaliation with a small hiss.

“Ow! Why’d you do that?”

You pointed in the direction of the mystery man near the fireplace, who was now talking to your other friend Kunigami.

“Who’s that over there? Tell me.”

“I’m telling Isagi you’re bullying me again!”

You both glanced at Isagi, who was now talking to Gagamaru. He noticed you both looking at him and gave you the “I’m watching you” gesture to Bachira. You didn’t like the smile on his face…it was sweet and cute as it normally was, but you and Bachira knew that he had ulterior motives.

“Yeah, something tells me he won’t believe you this time. Might wanna start talking.”

Bachira pinched you again.

“Hey!”

“Payback for pinching me a minute ago! Anyway, that princess looking guy by the fireplace is Chigiri Hyoma, and he’s your dear beloved old man’s right hand guy. People sometimes call him Diarmuid. Do you really wanna dip your toes into that pond?”

“First of all, don’t remind me…I shouldn’t have agreed to marry this old bat. Second of all, how’d you know?!”

“Uh, I’ve known you since we were kids? Don’t ask stupid questions!”

You stuck your tongue out at him and he responded in kind, but he tried to one-up you by crossing his eyes.

“You look so inappropriate right now, and I’m living for it.”

“I can make noises too if you want me to make this more interesting!”

“Not now! Wait until it’s dead silent!”

What you didn’t know was that you also captured Chigiri’s attention. He just did a better job of hiding it than you did. You were very beautiful, that he couldn’t deny at all. He’d only heard of you a few times in passing recently. He didn’t know what your name actually was, he just knew that you were sometimes referred to as Gráinne. Even he questioned the union between you and Fionn once he saw you. He was…quite a bit older than you. It was odd to him.

“I don’t get it either.”

Kunigami picked up on his behavior rather quickly. It was almost embarrassing…almost.

“He’s too old. Makes you wonder why he didn’t pass her off to his own son.”

Unable to deal with the looming reality that you would be married to a man who was about as old as any man related to you, you began to weigh your options. Your goal was to have everybody distracted enough that they wouldn’t notice you talking to Chigiri, but how? How would you do that?

You then remembered that you had a vast knowledge of plants, and you knew exactly which ones to use to create a powerful sedative. Bachira already had everyone distracted by his tale, one that you weren’t currently listening to, but it seemed interesting enough to keep everyone’s attention. You didn’t need to dismiss yourself this way, simply sneaking off to your room to search for the necessary herbs to create the sedative. You didn’t want them drowsy but awake, no. No, you didn’t want that.

You wanted them knocked the fuck out, and the key ingredient was the Scutellaria baicalensis: Baikal skullcap.

A little known fact about this pretty purple angiosperm of yours was that it contained high levels of melatonin, which only took about 20-50 minutes to kick in depending on the person. That was fine, you could wait, just as long as Chigiri didn’t ingest any himself. Not wanting to waste another second, you got to work on the extraction process. It didn’t take much time, surprisingly.

Now to spike all the drinks… you mentally apologized to Bachira, for he would also be affected by the potion.

Chigiri began to notice very quickly that everyone but him was beginning to feel drowsy. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but every person he’d spoken to cut the conversation short because they wanted to rest their eyes…yeah, they’re doing more than just resting their eyes.

He wasn’t feeling even remotely tired, and he noticed that you weren’t behaving the same way. In fact, you seemed to be getting closer to him…at least it seemed that way.

Well, until everyone was completely unconscious, and you were standing right in front of him.

“What happened? Why is everyone unconscious?”

Beautiful as it was, your smile chilled him to the core a bit.

“Nothing bad, I promise! They’ll wake up in a few hours from now…all I did was slip a little melatonin in the wine~!”

His blood ran cold at your sickly saccharine voice with your mischievous smile that made you scary, yet irresistibly adorable. Even Fionn was out cold, head resting against the mahogany table in a deep slumber, one that would probably leave an ache in his neck when he woke up. Chigiri was about to speak before your finger lightly pressed against his lips.

“Let’s cut to the chase here. I’m having immeasurable regrets about agreeing to marry him, and seeing your pretty face only helped me make up my mind. I don’t want to marry Fionn. It was a big mistake made by very, veeeery poor judgment on my end.”

You weren’t letting him speak yet. You wanted to get your piece out.

“I want to be with you, and I want you to run away with me-“

“AACK-“

Chigiri choked on air after inhaling too deeply in shock. You patted his back to try and get him situated, but he immediately began speaking like he’d been accused of a crime.

“You want to what?!”

“You heard me. I want to be with you. And I think we should run away from here.”

“No, I heard you the first time! Loud and clear! I’m just…you what?”

“I really don’t see what’s difficult about this.”

He swore you were possessed. You’d been cursed, he swore!

“I- you’re about to marry Fionn.”

“Correct. And I don’t want to.”

“We just met! How can you want me when we don’t even know each other’s names? And to want to run away with, no less…”

You readily tell him what your name was. He briefly stops rambling.

“Hyoma Chigiri. I’m still not running away with you. Fionn would kill us both, and I’m loyal to him. I can’t do this.”

Ah, you didn’t want to do this, but you were left with no other option. A geis was in order, and that’s exactly what you cast upon him. He stood no chance.

“Take me away from here.”

And who was he to deny you your wish?

Rage bubbled within Fionn as he regained consciousness and you were missing. You, who he’d so graciously claimed for his wife, gone. At first, he thought that you’d been abducted.

Well, until he noticed that Diarmuid was missing too. Not wanting to believe the reality that you’d simply run away with his loyal companion, Fionn tried to believe that someone’s taken you and his companion went off in search of you.

But he couldn’t ignore the fallen engagement ring. That very ring that signifies his claim to you, the very one resting on the mahogany table like it was discarded trash. You weren’t with it, Chigiri wasn’t here. He connected the dots minutes ago, but he didn’t want to believe it.

He had no choice.

Rousing the partygoers from their slumber, Fionn put together a search group. He would find you both, come hell or high water, regardless of the cost!

“Find them, find them now! We are not coming back until we’ve found them!!!”

You and Chigiri have been through a lot together. During the time spent fleeing from Fionn’s wrath, you two have never stayed in one place for long. Hopping from cottages to trees, to the forest across the River Shannon, there was always somewhere new for you both. Even his foster father, Aengus Óg, helped to conceal you both when Fionn came to his home in search of you.

“I haven’t seen Hyoma in years, and I certainly wouldn’t have missed Gràinne. He couldn’t have gone far, just keep looking!”

Asking Bachira was a dead end for Fionn. He wouldn’t give up his best friend for anything, even if he’d just seen you both hiding in his garden. No, it didn’t matter to him that you’d basically drugged him too. He found this too entertaining (and he cared about you).

“Nah, Gràinne and Diarmuid? I haven’t seen them since the party. Good luck though!”

Although he was still under the geis you’ve cast upon him, he was still free to produce his own thoughts. He just couldn’t go against the geis. Chigiri began to feel genuine love for you. Despite the circumstances, you were fun to be around, and he loosened up considerably during his time with you.

But he still hasn’t touched you. Not anything beyond kissing, at least, for a whole year. You were losing it! But what you didn’t know was that he too was conflicted. Chigiri wanted to touch you, he really did, but there was always the possibility that you would be found, and Fionn wanted his wife. If he found out that you’d been touched by another man, you’d both be killed. You were just lucky enough to not have been found yet, that people were willing to help you evade Fionn and his search party.

But you were making it so damn difficult to keep his urges to himself, swimming in the lake like you were meant to live in it.

“This lake is more exciting than you sometimes.”

“Excuse me?”

That damned smirk of yours.

“You heard me.”

“Don’t challenge me.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, and that was it for him. He chased you around the lake, splashing at you in response while you laughed. You two playfully wrestled and splashed each other until he trapped you in his arms.

“Do you forfeit?”

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I fold!”

Hyoma Chigiri was beautiful with water dripping from his face and body. Staring into those rosy eyes of his, you knew it immediately. He loved you. He truly loved you.

“Gràinne.. I love you.”

‼️ Attenzione! This is where the smut begins! Scroll away if you don’t want to read this!‼️

You didn’t need to hear anything more. Once you’ve reached your destination, a quaint wee cottage in the woods where Aengus told you both to go, you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You pinned him down to the bed you shared many nights together, kissing from his lips to his neck. The noises that left his throat were like music to your ears, and you wanted to hear more from him. It didn’t take long to find that spot, the very one that connects his neck to his collarbone, the very one that made him tick. There it was, that sharp whine from his pretty lips.

“Aww, so pretty ~!”

Chigiri wanted to protest, but he couldn’t get the words out when you lightly tweaked his nipple. All he could get out now were soft and sweet little moans of pleasure that shot through his body from every touch you gave him. Neither of you were thinking about Fionn and his search party. That didn’t matter in this moment, all that mattered was this moment with just you two, together. You released a delighted gasp upon seeing the bulge in his pants, a wet spot forming where his tip would be. His cock sprung to life when you freed him from the restraints of the blue fabric, leaking and angry red at the tip.

“Poor thing, you’re so pent up!”

He released a shaky sigh when you began to very slowly jerk him off, your lips littering his neck with kisses and little nips. You didn’t like how quiet he was being. You wanted to hear him let go, so you slowly took him into your mouth, sucking him like he was your favorite sweet. He’d been so tense during the beginning of your journey, and you were about to make him lose control of himself.

And lose it, he did. There was no such thing as silence now, silence was no longer holy to Chigiri. You would let him touch you this time, you’d let him hold onto your head for stability. He needed it now with what you had planned for him. His cock twitched repeatedly in your mouth and you knew that this was a good time to stop.

“W-what? Why’d you stop? I was so close…”

He couldn’t bring himself to say anything else when you slid down onto his dripping cock, pinning his wrists to the bed. You felt too good and he was worried that you’d leave him high and dry if he talked back. Wanting him to lose his composure even more, you begin to ride him at a painfully slow pace.

“You’re my prettiest boy, Hyoma.”

Soft whines emit from his lips as he gently gropes and fondles your chest. Chigiri wants you, he wants all of you now. He needs you. The love he’d formed for you bloomed tenfold in his internal garden. He didn’t want anyone else. Your warmth, your kindness, how headstrong you are when you want to be. He loves all of you. Being inside of you, after a year of wanting you, was akin to ecstasy in his eyes.

You sped up your movements after seeing his composure beginning to crack. Good, it didn’t take too long. You wanted to corrupt him more. Pretty moans echoed throughout the room as you bounced on his throbbing cock, he was getting close again. You two only had one night in this cottage before you had to settle elsewhere, so you intended to make the most of it. He pulled you down to his level, kissing you desperately and deeply as he tried to match your pace. The love that blossomed between you exploded with every stroke, every caress.

Tears sprung to his rosy eyes as he gripped onto your hips. Chigiri was so needy, and you were more than happy to offer him the pleasure he sought from you. You picked up your speed until he bit into your neck with a loud moan. He held your hips in place and emptied his seed deep into your entrance, penetrating your very womb. That was enough for your release to make itself known.

“I love you too, by the way.”

But little did you two realize, Fionn was closing in, and Lord above help you when he eventually found you.

“Maybe a boar hunt will help take your mind off of them for awhile, sir?”

“Perhaps. We set off in the morning.”

You were confused by Chigiri’s odd behavior. He seemed to be listening in on your surroundings more than usual, and it was worrying you.

“Beloved? What’s wrong?”

“I have the feeling that something might happen.”

“Good or bad?”

“Very bad.”

Neither of you wanted to think about it. You continued on the path to another village, one that was obscured by a great many trees and shrubs. However, Chigiri paused as soon as he heard a rustling near the trees. The clamoring of men alerted you both of Fionn’s presence, he and his men…but you were pretty sure that men also didn’t snort.

A gargantuan, wild boar burst from the bush and charged straight towards you both. Chigiri, not thinking twice, lifted you into his arms and broke into a full sprint to get you to safety. You both could see Fionn and his men pursuing the boar when he spotted you both. You swore his eyes burned red with a lust for your blood, no longer focusing on the boar that was chasing you and Chigiri.

“You…”

He pointed his sword towards you both, fully prepared to kill you both along with the boar.

“After them! All of them! And don’t lose the boar!”

Fionn and his men gave chase to three targets now. Chigiri’s bad feeling was right all along. How could you not question it more?! He broke from the path and practically tossed you into a nearby bush…with a geis of his own.

“You can’t leave this bush until I’ve killed the boar!”

He didn’t respond to your protests as he charged the boar with his sword drawn, the two tearing into each other like one would tear multiple stacks of paper. You weren’t sure whose blood was flowing the most, you just knew that this would not end well. You tried desperately to break the geis, but it was no use. You were forced to watch as Chigiri and the boar slaughtered each other. The boar ravenously gored your lover with what was left of its life force, but you knew he wouldn’t die without taking it with him. With a quick slash of his blade, the boar’s head was lopped off. The geis was broken.

But so was your heart.

You rushed to Chigiri’s side as blood poured from his marred body, trying your best to stop the bleeding, but it wasn’t enough. He was losing too much blood, and Fionn and his men were rapidly approaching. You caught a glimpse of the horrified Bachira, who looked like he was about to be sick from the sight of Chigiri dying in your arms, blood staining your clothes and body. He gave you a bitter smile, tears mixing with the blood on his face, hand caressing your cheek weakly. You didn’t care much about the blood that would surely stain your face…you wanted your beloved to survive.

“Hey…you know I love you, right?”

“Stop! Don’t talk like that…don’t talk to me like you’re about to leave me!”

The men paused their pursuit. Fionn’s expression was unreadable for the most part, but you could see some degree of sadness in his withered eyes, no longer burning with unbridled rage for you both. He looked like he was breaking. Of course, Chigiri still meant something to him despite everything that happened.

“Diarmuid..”

The pleas spilled from your lips like wine from a shattered glass, pleading with him to save your beloved, pleading with him for forgiveness. Not for yourself, but for Chigiri. You knew he had the power to save him by letting him drink from his hands. Empathy filled his eyes, you could see it as he made his way towards the well, gathering water in his palms.

But his hands shook too much, the water spilled. He reached for another handful, but it spilled again. Fionn’s grandson, whose name you didn’t know, slapped his back and gripped his shoulders urgently.

“Get a grip. Breathe!”

Complying with his grandson’s urgency, Fionn was able to successfully carry a handful of water to you and Chigiri. He poured the water into his parted lips…but nothing happened. The worst has come.

“Hyoma…? Hey, wake up! Wake up!”

A heart wrenching, ear splitting wail emitted from your lips as the realization and grief set in that your lover didn’t make it. You couldn’t register Bachira hugging you tightly, trying his best to calm you down enough, but it wasn’t happening. You lost one Hyoma Chigiri, your Diarmuid, and you knew that you would never love again.

A/N: I want y’all to suffer with me (I say this lovingly, of course)

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nrc-fashion-advice · 4 days

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help fionn i asked mid to pride prom and she went shopping for clothes which made me realize

i don't have an outfit

I'm thinking of dressing more masc that day

but at the same time i love vil's luxe couture outfit with the sleeves and hrggghhhhhhhhh

and makeup. i need help with makeup. I'm kinda pale, heart shaped face uhhhh what else

send help having a fashion crisis at work

-ash, @nrc-danceclubofficial

First off- did you ask like, ASK ask?

If you did: CONGRADULATIONS, but also WHAT THE FUCK MAN NOW I'M THE SINGLE ONE IN THE GROUP??

If you didn't: WHY DIDN'T YOU INVITE ME TOO??

Alright. For an outfit that's more masc but still following the vibes of Vil's Luxe Couture, something like this should do you some good! Ignore that the model is fem presenting.

Put these tights underneath the bottom lace

A layered metal belt matching your jewelry type (as determined in the previous post) placed above the fabric around the waist; a black tie; and some dancing shoes to finish it off.

Does it sound crazy on paper? Yes. But this is truly a "trust the process" moment, you'll soon see my vision come to life.

#mod:🐀#twst rp #unreality #twisted wonderland roleplay #twisted wonderland rp #twst roleplay #roleplay #twst oc rp #twst ocs

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nrc-danceclubofficial · 25 days

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ight screw it since I did a selfie drop earlier, might as well do an about me.

Name's Ash Megumi, I have a twin named Rin, who's also in Ignihyde. (which is a terrible match imo, they're better off in Savanaclaw)

This is a pic my friends took of me randomly but I don't look too bad in it so i guess? face reveal

Picrew link here

Anyways I'm a second year in Ignihyde and the founder of the NRC dance club.

I enjoy cooking and singing (sometimes at the same time) and if you stay up late enough or wake up early enough, you might be able to hear me in the cafeteria doing just that.

My favorite class is potions and as it turns out I'd destroy any of you at a contest in them <3 Although there have been some incidents...

Fun fact: the shark thing was the second time something like that happened at school. The first time was a rabbit beastman and I don't want to talk about it-

Speaking of animals I like cats! (Sorry fionn!) I have one at home and she's really chill. Not too keen on loud dogs though. Which is weird, considering my taste in people. I also enjoy video games and dance (big surprise there), as well as lurking online to see if anyone’s committing cyber crimes <3

What else, uh… Oh! Unique magic. Mine is called Phantom Eye and it allows me to mark people and see through their eyes when needed. Of course I can’t move, talk, or affect their bodies in any way but it’s useful for information gathering. Unfortunately my real body would be defenseless which is why I’m more an off the field strategist!

I think that’s everything, feel free to ask if you have any questions. I look forward to getting to know you all!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst #twst rp

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chez-cinnamon · 11 months

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I can’t tell if Fion and Frank would get along or hate each other in the beginning. Like I’ve got no doubt they’d eventually like eachother but in the beginning? I dunno I feel like Fion would dislike Frank since he reminds him of himself a little too much

I like how you mention that, Fionn and Frank are very similar indeed- you're right, Fionn would dislike Frank because of the similarities, but Frank would hate Fionn because he's "the worst possible outcome" since they're so similar

eventually they do soften up and act friendly!

#they also have matching names #frank frankly.......fionn finnigan.......#real world au

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magicallymalted · 2 years

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Lineage Challenge - Day 1 (Herrity Family)

Herrity Family Coat of Arms

𝔣𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔞 𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪 — trust in family alone

The Herrity family crest came into record around the mid 17th Century with the coat of arms shifting slightly amid the Williamite War in Ireland.

The Crane crest atop the mantling is symbolic of vigilance, justice, and longevity, while the presence of the bird marks peace of home and family. In addition to its more primary significance, the presence of a crane plays a part in the legend of Fionn mac Cumhaill from Irish Mythology, a seer with a thumb of magical knowledge. Speculated to have been a student at Hogwarts and potentially one of the original ancestors of the Herrity family, the crane heading up the coat of arms counts doubly as a gentle nod to the presumed ancestral line, in addition to its Fenian members now since deceased. The Herrity line has had several seers within its tree but the ability seems to have suspiciously vanished from the line with the extinction of the Irish cranes.

The Annulet to the right of the coat is symbolic of continuity, wholeness, and protection, stressing the importance of maintaining the family along with the Chevron pattern gracing the back of the shield in aqua, evergreen, and crimson. The Lozenge to the left of the coat is a symbol of honesty and constancy and it is also a token of noble birth.

Lastly, the Nail is borne through the coat as a reminder of poignant suffering that the first bearer of the arms, Feildhlim Herrity, underwent; added after losing many of his brothers and sisters amid the Williamite War. The crimson chevron too is symbolic of the disastrous passing while the matching thread acts as a warning to hold the family close. With the reclusive and solitary nature of the Herrity lineage who keep to themselves in the wake of tragic events, a great deal of emphasis is placed on sustaining the familial unit, as is reflected in the coat of arms.

Well, it's not quite how I envisioned it but the general idea is there! Did I also take some historical liberties for the sake of plot? Yes... Sue me.

That's Day 1 complete of the Lineage Challenge by @kathrynalicemc

#lineage challenge #the herrity family #oc: deaglán herrity

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merymoonbeam · 1 year

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I had to give me up - Elain Prison Theory

Firstly thanks to @lesolehabitantdelalune and @offtorivendell because without them I wouldn't have catch this.

Okay...so we all know Amren came from another universe and had a different form. Old fae feared her because they thought she was like their old masters.

Rhys shook his head. “Only vaguely now. From what I’ve gleaned, she arrived during those years before Fionn and Gwydion rose, and went into the Prison during the Age of Legends—the time when this land was full of heroic figures who were keen to hunt down the last members of their former masters’ race. They feared Amren, believing her one of their enemies, and threw her into the Prison. When she emerged again, she’d missed Fionn’s fall and the loss of Gwydion, and found the High Lords ruling.” (acosf)

And from Acowar we know that Amren got out of Prison because she gave up her "real" form to be fae. In here she says that to walk out of Prison she had give herself up.

Her brows narrowed. “I had to give something up. I had to give me up. To walk out, I had to become something else entirely, something the Prison would not recognize. So I—I bound myself into this body.” (acowar)

and this part she is talking about being different from her kind. she wanted.

“I lied—to cover what I’d done. So none could know. To escape the Prison, I made myself mortal. Immortal as you are, but … mortal compared to—to what I was. And what I was … I did not feel, the way you do. The way I do now. Some things—loyalty and wrath and curiosity—but not the full spectrum.” Again, that faraway look. “I was perfect, according to some. I did not regret, did not mourn—and pain … I did not experience it. And yet… yet I wound up here, because I was not quite like the others. Even as—as what I was, I was different. Too curious. Too questioning. The day the rip appeared in the sky … it was curiosity that drove me. My brothers and sisters fled. Upon the orders of our ruler, we had just laid waste to twin cities, smote them wholly into rubble on the plain, and yet they fled from that rip in the world. But I wanted to look. I wanted. I was not built or bred to feel such selfish things as want. I’d seen what happened to those of my kind who strayed, who learned to place their needs first. Who developed… feeling. But I went through the tear in the sky. And here I am.” (acowar)

It is not a full connection but Amren talks about "wanting" as something foreign to her kind. They were not supposed to feel those. And you have Elain...as mama archeron had said

"Elain is pleasant to look at but she has no ambition. She does not dream beyond her garden and pretty clothes. She will be an asset on the marriage market for us one day, if that beauty holds, but it will be our own maneuverings, Nesta, not hers, that win us an advantageous match" always a pawn in other people's hand. (acosf)

Or What Rhys had said

Rhys asked, “Have you ever seen Elain act like that before?” “No.” I chewed on my bottom lip. Rhys’s gaze tracked the movement. I mean, she’s been brave when she had to be, but she’s never been confrontational.” “Maybe she was never given the chance to be that way.” I whipped my head toward him. “You think I stifle her?” Rhys held up his hands. “Not you alone.” He surveyed the study as he thought. “But I wonder if everyone has spent so long assuming Elain is sweet and innocent that she felt she had to be that way or else she ’ d disappoint you all.” He sighed toward the ceiling. “ With time and safety, perhaps we ’ll see a different side of her emerge.” “That sounds dangerously close to what Nesta said about Elain finally becoming interesting.” “Sometimes, Nesta isn’t wrong. ” I glowered at Rhys. “You think Elain's boring?” “I think she’s kind, and I’ll take kindness over nastiness any day. But I also think we haven’t yet seen all she has to offer.” A corner of his mouth tugged upward. “Don’t forget that gardening often results in something pretty, but it involves getting one’s hands dirty along the way.” (acosf feysand bonus chapter)

and the way Elain's arc is choice...

okay back to amren scene.

“And you gave all that up to get out of the Prison?” Mor asked softly. “I yielded my grace—my perfect immortality. I knew that once I did … I would feel pain. And regret. I would want, and I would burn with it. I would … fall. But I was—the time locked away down there … I didn’t care. I had not felt the wind on my face, had not smelled the rain … I did not even remember what they felt like. I did not remember sunlight.” It was to Azriel that her attention drifted—the shadowsinger’s darkness pulling away to reveal eyes full of understanding. Locked away. (acowar)

The fact that Amren connects to Azriel with it. The way both were locked away...(Janet is sick for this.)

Now...how Amren and prison ties to Elain. We all know Elain has so many prison quotes and every sister conquer a mountain.

Feyre with UTM

Nesta with Ramiel

Elain and Prison...

so while Amren was talking her "new body" in acofas and how difficult it was to go to toilet(lol) Elain cuts in with her question.

Mor opened her mouth, laughter dancing on her face, but Elain asked, “Could you have done it? Decided to take a male form?” The question cut through the laughter, an arrow fired between us. Amren studied my sister, Elain’s cheeks red from our unfiltered talk at the table. “Yes,” she said simply. “Before, in my other form, I was neither. I simply was.” “Then why did you pick this body?” Elain asked, the faelight of the chandelier catching in the ripples of her golden-brown braid. “I was more drawn to the female form,” Amren answered simply. “I thought it was more symmetrical. It pleased me.” Mor frowned down at her own form, ogling her considerable assets. “True.” Cassian snickered. Elain asked, “And once you were in this body, you couldn’t change?” Amren’s eyes narrowed slightly. I straightened, glancing between them. Unusual, yes, for Elain to be so vocal, but she’d been improving. Most days, she was lucid—perhaps quiet and prone to melancholy, but aware. Elain, to my surprise, held Amren’s gaze. Amren said after a moment, “Are you asking out of curiosity for my past, or your own future?” The question left me too stunned to even reprimand Amren. The others, too. Elain’s brow furrowed before I could leap in. “What do you mean?” “There’s no going back to being human, girl,” Amren said, perhaps a tad gently. “Amren,” I warned. Elain’s face reddened further, her back straightening. But she didn’t bolt. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I’d never heard Elain’s voice so cold. (acofas)

Elain asks too many detailed questions. And we see that Amren takes this her wanting to go back to being human...but Elain is confused. As if it couldn't be more further from her mind. She is asking specific questions. And this takes us back to the theory...why was she asking?

From Amren's explanations about how she escaped the prison she says "I had to give me up. To walk out, I had to become something else entirely, something the Prison would not recognize." so what if...Elain will get trapped in prison and she has to give something up too? this is why she was asking? what if she saw something in a vision and was trying to see if she would had to give something up and was trying to see if she would come back from it?

Another thing is...Elain is always described as a trembling fawn. She is even in the prophecy from acomaf.

Life and death and rebirth Sun and moon and dark Rot and bloom and bones Hello, sweet thing. Hello, lady of night, princess of decay. Hello, fanged beast and trembling fawn. Love me, touch me, sing me. (acomaf)

there is so many theories about this prophecy but I take it as BoB was talking about Elain in that pink highlighted part...so what if fanged beast is what elain would become? Amren said in acowar "I had to give me up. To walk out, I had to become something else entirely, something the Prison would not recognize.". So what if Elain has to become Fanged beast to escape prison? And Elain asked Amren in acofas "Elain asked, “And once you were in this body, you couldn’t change?” what if this what she was asking... that she would turn into fanged beast.?

another thing is that... there is a parallel scene with Elain asking question to Amren with Nesta. It is just so similar. look at the same highlighted parts.

This is the Elain scene:

and this is the nesta scene:

Nesta only said, “Why do your eyes glow?” Little curiosity—just a blunt need for explanation. And no fear. None. Amren angled her head. “You know, none of these busybodies have ever asked me that.” Those busybodies were trying not to look too concerned. As was I. Nesta only waited. Amren sighed, her dark bob swaying. “They glow because it was the one part of me the containment spell could not quite get right. The one glimpse into what lurks beneath.” “And what is beneath?” None of the others spoke. Or even moved. Lucien, still by the window, had turned the color of fresh paper. Amren traced a finger along the rim of her goblet, her red-tinted nail gleaming as bright as the blood inside. “They never dared ask me that, either.” “Why.” “Because it is not polite to ask—and they are afraid.” Amren held Nesta’s stare, and my sister did not balk. Did not flinch. “We are the same, you and I,” Amren said. I wasn’t sure I was breathing. Through the bond, I wasn’t sure Rhys was, either. “Not in flesh, not in the thing that prowls beneath our skin and bones …” Amren’s remarkable eyes narrowed. “But … I see the kernel, girl.” Amren nodded, more to herself than anyone. “You did not fit—the mold that they shoved you into. The path you were born upon and forced to walk. You tried, and yet you did not, could not, fit. And then the path changed.” A little nod. “I know—what it is to be that way. I remember it, long ago as it was.” Nesta had mastered the Fae’s preternatural stillness far more quickly than I had. And she sat there for a few heartbeats, simply staring at the strange, delicate female across from her, weighing the words, the power that radiated from Amren … And then Nesta merely said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Amren’s red lips parted in a wide, serpentine smile. “When you erupt, girl, make sure it is felt across worlds.” (acowar)

both asking amren a question

Amren talks about them and compares to what she thinks is true

at the end "I don't know what you're talking about"

Like Amren predicted Nesta erupted at the end of acosf and it was felt across worlds but the difference is Amren thinks that Elain wants to be human again. She is wrong...Rhys' words come in this time too. " “Maybe she was never given the chance to be that way.” I whipped my head toward him. “You think I stifle her?” Rhys held up his hands. “Not you alone.” He surveyed the study as he thought. “But I wonder if everyone has spent so long assuming Elain is sweet and innocent that she felt she had to be that way or else she ’ d disappoint you all.” "

Everyone keeps assuming about Elain but...nobody knows the real her.

So...Elain is getting trapped in prison. HOW FUN!!!!!!

thanks for reading.

#elain archeron #I'm scared for my flower girl #this post was on my mind since november so here you go.#prison theory #amren #is it considered crack theory if it is connected to quotes? who knows....#anywaysss.#elriel

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cat-pokemon-trainer · 1 year

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I've made it through the appeals! [A video of this is attached to the post]

[Nova, Fionn and Shimmer walk out onto the stage, all wearing matching flowery outfits. Fionn's flowers are the same color as Shimmer, Shimmer's flowers are the same color as Fionn, and thier outfit also has a few leaves attached. Nova is wearing flowers that having both Shimmer and Fionn colours, with their hair died green, and is wearing a place green shirt as well. As they all step out onto the stage, a spotlight shines on them. Nova holds out an arm, then calls out "Fionn! Petal dance and Leaf storm!"

Fionn trills, and summons a whirlwind of vibrant petals and leaves, which swirl around the stage.

"Now, Shimmer, quick attack!"

Shimmer darts across the stage, running in circles to stir the plants up until they form a glorious vortex of colors. The spotlight that was on them deactivates, making them unable be seen. Feather, who was standing in the center of the vortex with Fionn, calls out,

"Sunny day and spark!"

The stadium lights up as sunlight fills it, and lighting arcs across the plants making them burst into little sparks of light, like miniature sunbursts with the column of light. After a few seconds, it fades, and the three of them stand there in silence for a few seconds before taking a bow. The audience beings applauding, then the video ends]

#pkmn irl #pokemon irl #sootopolis circuit

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Chapter Two: A Banshee’s Song

Persephone struggled to sleep the rest of the night but when the sun had finally risen clean pressed uniforms were laid out on their beds. A white turtleneck with a dark green skirt and suspenders, tights and matching green shoes. There was also a large green cloak with arm pockets hanging on the door. Persephone slipped it on excited to have new clothes for once, these ones weren’t even donated by the local youth ranch.

Breakfast was spent with excitable chatter, Persephone scanned the first years’ table for Andromeda and found her wedged between a pale girl with black hair and Alfred. Persephone continued to eat annoyed that the school colors were the perfect shade of green to compliment Andromeda’s lilac hair while she was stuck with unappealing burgundy brown. “I think she’s up to something,” She commented, interrupting her roommate's conversation. “Who is?” Hera asked, taking a sip of her juice. “Andromeda, I saw her lurking around the school last night,” Her roommates shared a look. “I don’t think that means she’s up to something,” Persephone turned to Hera, “You said she was a volatile person you didn’t want to cross,” “That doesn’t mean she’s evil,” Carmine made a grab for some more toast, “What were you doing up wandering around the school when you saw her?” Persephone blinked, affronted by the accusation. “I had a nightmare,” As a group they headed off to their first class. “What would she even be doing?” Persephone thought for a moment but came up with nothing, her friends laughed, she pouted.

Although her traitorous friends were quickly forgotten at the start of class. As the entire first year they were led out to the woods surrounding the school. The three professors escorted them. The uptight woman spoke, “Hello students we are Professor Annis,” She motioned to the old haggard woman. “Professor Iniquitous,” She waved her hand to the skulking other teacher, “And I am Professor Cybele, today is the start of classes but before you can study we must collect all your tools and we will start with one of the most important, wands. Now remember you must feel a connection to your wand so choose carefully.” “And remember to thank the earth for each twig!” Professor Annis chirped.

The students began to wander into the woods looking for the perfect branch to sharpen and polish. She wandered deeper into the woods, a witch hazel tree catching her eye. She was unsure why but it was as if it pulled her magnetically. Carefully with the small knife provided by the school she cut off a thick long twig. A nassely laugh echoed through the woods, it was that dark haired girl with Andromeda again. Suddenly the twig in her hand burst into flame, Persephone screamed, dropping it to the damp forest floor. “Dear Fionn, give me strength!” Someone called from behind her. Soon the green-haired boy was before her stomping on the dying flame.

“How’d you do that?!” He asked breathlessly. “I didn't, I swear!” Persephone swore hoping to avoid suspension before the year could even start. “That was amazing! I’ve never seen someone so young perform such powerful magic, especially without a wand!” He exclaimed, Persephone shushed him. “Keep quiet.” She said hoping to avoid drawing any more attention. “I’m Humphrey by the way!” She eyed him cautiously. “Persephone.” He smiled brightly. That nasselly laugh echoed through the woods again. “Ugh Niamh is so annoying,” She looked at him. “The girl with the black hair, I’ve known her since I was little, she's always been the worst.” “Maybe Humphrey would be a good person to know, he could provide invaluable information on Andromeda and her friends.” Persephone eyed him carefully. “What do you know about Andromeda Von Etoile?” Humphrey snorted. “I know she’s stuck up. She’s not as bad as Niamh but they are a package deal. Plus her family is a part of the unseelie court, always a bad sign.” Persephone watched him toy with a nearby branch. “What do you know about the unseelie court?” He made a face. “Not much, my mother’s side is a part of it but my father’s side is fully seelie. They are evil, they want to take over the world, they want unlimited power. It’s disgusting really.” Persephone nodded thoughtfully. “Any more information about Andromeda? You grew up with her right, you must have dirt on her?” Humphrey gave her a curious look. “Not really, Andromeda is pretty mild and quiet as long as you stay on her good side. I like to call her Andro-mink-a though, because she has the face of a rat but is so high-class and snobby she couldn’t be anything other than a mink.”

The two spent the rest of class discussing the faerie world and whittling wands from witch hazel. “So the more colorful the hair and the pointier the ears the more likely they are a full faerie. But if they have round ears like me and normal hair they are a changeling… So that means I’m a changeling.” Persephone clarified, struggling to smooth out a bump in her wand. Humphrey hummed thoughtfully. “Your hair has some unnatural red in the brown, I’d say there's a good chance you are a halfling.” She nodded thoughtfully at his words.

“Why is there a math class in a magic school?” Persephone complained as they walked to the large meadow on the edge of the lake. “Just because we are fae doesn't mean we don’t need worldly skills.” Humphrey said, nodding sagely. “According to A tale of magic and mystery; Cleasaíocht agus Draíocht, it’s a pretty recent change about a decade ago, changeling parents complained so more modern classes were implemented.” Hera added.

As the glamour class came to an end each student was given a handout with the audition times for the school sports. “Do you wanna try-out for bàs with me?” Camine asked, smiling like a shark. “What is it?” “It’s the most popular sport, I wanna beat those stuck up garish uncuts.” “You wish you could beat us, changeling scum,” It was the dark-haired girl who sat next to Andromeda. “I do want to beat you Niamh,” Humphrey bit back. “Do you really think it’s a good idea to try out for a sport you know nothing about?” Hera questioned. “I have to, those garish kids think they are so much better than everyone else,” Hera gave a frustrated sigh, “I’m just trying to watch out for you,” Persephone sat down heavily, “Just because my mom is dead doesn't mean I need you to coddle me!” “I- oh.” Hera turned sharply heading out of the hall, Humphrey said nothing.

Late that night Persephone woke up to a drop on her face. She blinked open her eyes expecting a leaky ceiling instead she was met with the horrid mask of the man. He breathed heavily, turning his head slowly from side to side. Persephone gasped pushing up against the wall. She tried to slip away but the house was consumed with green flames. He perched on his feet slamming his fists into the ground screaming. It was so animal-like, yet the screaming was undoubtedly human.

Persephone sat up sweating in her own bed. She took a moment to calm her breath down before slipping on the dark green school cloak and her shoes. “If I can’t sleep I can hopefully find proof that Andromeda is up to something,” She slipped out of the dorm room heading back towards the hag statue, “Or at least I can calm down.”

For a long time there was no sign of other life, but eventually she saw movement in the shadow of the archway leading to the second year dorms. As she neared the figures stilled, “I know you are there,” There was no answer. Cold hands slid up Persephone’s spine as thoughts of the devil-faced-man came to mind. Swallowing hard, she raised her voice, “Andromeda.” It came out shaky and the lack of mocking from the shadows proved further fear of a stranger. Taking another breath Persephone decided it must be another student and continued her search for the purple-haired menace.

It didn’t take long before Persephone found another person, it definitely wasn’t Andromeda, she was far older with long silvery hair. She was crying softly laying crumpled on a stone bench overlooking the mountain side. “Uh, hello? Are you ok?” Persephone asked awkwardly, approaching the woman. She neared slowly, the woman didn’t reply. Persephone laid a hand delicately on her shoulder, she whipped around. Instead of an aged face of an older woman Persephone was met with the horribly disfigured face of a monster, black eyes, no nose, and a large mouth full of needle-like teeth. Her mouth stretched to an inhumane size as the most ear-piercing screech echoed through the halls. Persephone ran back to her dorms, she was surprised that the noise hadn’t woken anyone else up.

As she slipped back into bed she felt an uneasiness expecting to wake up at any moment. But as it was she didn’t awake for several troubled hours filled with tossing and turning and eventually watching the sky lighten. She relayed the experience to Humphrey over breakfast, he voiced his concern. “It sounds like you met with a banshee.” “A banshee?” Persephone echoed. “Yeah, they are monstrous women who can predict the dead with their funeral songs.” Persephone frowned, Humphrey continued “Maybe we ought to head to the library after classes today.”

The two collected several book but spent most of the time tossing notes at one another. Finally after two hours they returned each book to its rightful place “I was right, they are well known for predicting deaths, you didn’t see a black coach led by headless horses did you?” Humphrey asked, Persephone shook her head bumping into someone.

Looking at the scattered books at the ground Persephone wasn’t surprised at her bad luck to see a tan hand rubbing a lavender head. Andromeda glared at her as her two goonies helped pick up the books. “What’s wrong? Did your parents die before they could teach you to walk properly?” She bit out moving past the two. Humphrey placed a hand on her shoulder trying to placate her but to no avail, Persephone whipped out her freshly whittled wand brandishing it at the other girl. Rage blinded her senses making her act rashly. She sprung towards Andromeda “Well maybe if your parents weren’t cousins you wouldn’t look so much like an inbred rat, Mink!” Andromeda’s pretty face soured. “Miss Thysia detention.” It was that sallow looking Professor. Professor Cybele cleared her throat and the man didn’t say anything. “Miss Etoile, detention for you Friday night as well.” Persephone made contact with her wand hitting Andromeda under the right eye, Persephone fell forward grabbing onto the long purple hair for support. Suddenly bright flame flickered to light, Andromeda screamed, hands clutching at her face as the gathered students stood petrified. Professor Iniquitous rushed forward casting a water spell to put out Andromeda's hair. She stood up slowly still pressing her hand against the bloody wound at her right eye and rushed away presumably to the sick wing her friends hurriedly picked up her books and followed.

The week continued without horrid nightmares or screaming women. The day of try-outs came with Hera still urging Persephone to not try to play a sport she knows nothing about. “Fine if you insist on trying out I’m not going,” “Ok,” Persephone said easily.

The two made their way to the pitch. “Sometimes I wonder why you’re even friends with Hera,” Persephone nodded, her own annoyance with the other girl rearing its head. “I’m not she just happens to share a room with me. She’s so bossy, and has that ‘I’m better than you’ attitude.” “She's so judgemental! She can't stand the thought that we aren’t listening to her,” Humphrey exclaimed.

From the pitch they were led up to a large ledge in the cliff face, there were several ramps, slides, and obstacles carved into the rock. Each student was given a bat and a pair of combat boots. Persephone watched with mounting anxiety as each student switched between running and gliding through the course using the bat to hit red and indigo balls at each other. “Hey!” Persephone looked behind her seeing Hera in the stands, there were few other students yet she sat in the bottom row. “What are you doing here?” Persephone asked once she was close enough, “I did some research on ban. You can switch between the regular grip of your boots to wheels by tapping your heels together, use this to either slide or run. You are going to try to catch and throw the blue or indigo ball into one of the three enemy goal posts, the biggest one is the least amount of points, the smaller the more points you win. Try to get the red ball away from your goal posts, you can also be a defense player where you mostly try to get the ball away from the posts and hit opposing players.” Persephone stood shocked for a moment, the cold uneasy feeling in her gut heightened with the sudden guilt of talking bad about Hera now that she dedicated her time to help Persephone. “Uh, ok thank you,” Coach Rattler called the first years to the course.

With the combat boots on Persephone practiced switching between the grip of regular soles and the wheels. As the students moved onto the course she slid and fell, several students snickered, a wicked smile spread across Niahm’s face.

Coach Rattler called out each student and the position they would be playing, unsurprisingly Niahm was placed on defense. Persephone was offense, she stood at the top of a long ramp, the uneasy feeling flared up into her chest and suffocated her. Suddenly aware of the banshee’s warning Persephone could see herself dying on this ramp wishing dearly she heeded Hera’s advice. Coach Rattler blew a sweet tune on a pan flute and the other players were off, Persephone clicked her heels together and set off down the ramp, blearily she saw the red ball, she managed to catch it holding it tight to her chest.

The game sped by in a blur, Persephone threw the red ball towards Humphrey, he caught it briefly before Niahm came speeding behind him knocking the backs of his knees with her bat. Persephone ran over to her friend, “You ok man?” Humphrey grunted in response, slowly getting to his feet. “Let’s beat these guys, especially Niahm.” They shared a smile.

They lined up in front of the man breathing heavily. “I hope you make the team,” Humphrey said. “We are both gonna make it.” She replied, he looked downcast. “Usually only one first year makes the team,” “Oh, well I hope you make the team then.” But secretly Persephone wished to make the team, she was never very athletic, always picked last at the orphanage and the thought of beating Niahm was too sweet.

As Coach Rattler read off the each elemental team, he named the team captain of the fire, the subsequent players from each year until finally the first years. “Humphrey Basil, offense 07,” The two friends shared an excited look despite Persephone’s disappointment. “And finally, Persephone Thysia, 08” They smiled even wider. After tryouts Hera even celebrated with them by sharing her notes from classes. But even in the thrill of getting on the team the worry of the banshee’s song crept into her mind.

“Who do you think the banshee’s warning was for?” Persephone frowned at her cards. “It could be for anyone, I wouldn’t worry about it,” Humphrey said, placing a card on the growing stack. “Still it’s a death omen don’t you think we should tell someone?” Persephone persisted pulling a new card from a separate pile. Humphrey hummed, “That would be a good idea, I can talk to Professor Cybele,” The two agreed this was the best course of action continuing their card game.

An hour later Persephone left her friend. “Good luck in detention Peri!” It took a second for Humphrey’s warm greeting to sink in, “Peri, I‘ve never had a nickname before, no one’s ever liked me enough to give me a nickname.” Despite heading to the dusty old history classroom for mindless tasks she couldn’t help a big smile on her lips, even seeing Mink didn’t spoil her mood. And a sight she was, her previously long lavender hair was shorn short and unevenly around her shoulders and chin, long bangs hung down to her nose hiding the majority of her face, Persephone had to stifle a laugh.

A man in his late thirties was standing at the front of the room, he wore a long cloak similar to the students with two pockets for the arms in the deep forest color of the school. “I am professor Westle, I want both of you to write fifty lines then we can get to shelving.” He smiled brightly, motioning to the sentence on the board. ‘I mustn't call others names for it’s unbecoming of the school.’ Persephone went to work still warmed by her new nickname. As she worked she noticed the Professor’s eyes on her, she stared back annoyed. “Sorry dear, you just remind me of your father,” Persephone blinked in surprise, she’s never met someone who knew her parents. “My father?” Professor Westle nodded, “I knew your father in school, we didn’t spend much time together other than the rowing team that is,” “My father was on the rowing team?” He smiled nodding again. “One of the best,” Persephone felt a sudden regret for not trying-out for the rowing team. “Was my mother on a school team?” Professor Westle looked surprised at the sudden change of topic. “I do believe she was an amazing ban player.” Pride swelled in her chest.

Detention moved slowly as she finished up her lines, sneaking glances and shy smiles at the professor hoping he would tell her more stories of her father. Mink finished quickly shelving with vigor, as the hours drew on Persephone joined her and eventually Professor Westle called the detention to a close. She panicked quietly as Mink moved towards the door. “I haven’t learned anything about my parents!” “What are these!?” Persephone yelled motioning towards a case filled with old coins. “Maybe it's some magic club my father was in with Professor Westle.” He walked over quickly, “Oh yes, it is very interesting really. Here Persephone and uh-""Mink” Persephone supplied. “Ah yes Miss Mink” She whipped around outraged, “It’s Andromeda Von Etoile.” she enunciated each syllable clearly. “Oh well I understand why they call you Mink,” She glared viciously at Professor Westle. “These coins are actually lockets that were used in the goblin wars millenia ago. The sun, moon, and stars representing commanders, soldiers, and espionage, it’s unclear which represents what but they are very rare. I was lucky enough-” Mink headed out leaving Persephone to listen to Professor Westle’s stories.

She went to bed with thoughts of her parents, she awoke in that same rotting shack. Her heart was already beating uncontrollably and her breath came fast and shallow. She felt different, taller somehow, less stable. Rather than waking up on the hard dirt packed floor like usual Persephone stood on the rickety stairs that climbed the walls. The devil-faced man screamed from the bottom of the stairs bounded on his hands and feet towards her. Persephone ran up the stairs looking for any sign of an exit.

The fire crawled up the walls filling the air with thick smoke. He grabbed her dress in dirty hands. As if someone else was in her head making decisions she used a jagged long wand to frantically try and cut him. The beast screamed chasing after her with renewed fury. A stair creaked beneath her foot breaking away.

She hit the floor with a thud. Persephone groaned in pain, the devil-faced man lumbered down the stairs looking curiously like an innocent animal rather than a monster. As he stood over her he raised both fists over his head and brought them down. He continued to beat her face and chest until Persephone blacked out. White hot pain seared into her right and brought her back. She yelped as the devil-faced man shrunk back, using all her strength a primal force broke out of her in screams. The beast snarled, kneeling on her neck he brought a spindly wand, a flaming eye bursting from its tip, to her left palm. The smell of burning flesh was putrid, reminding Persephone of when the older kids at the orphanage would burn garbage.

When Persephone woke up this time it was to the concerned faces of her roommates. “What’s wrong?” They shared a concerned look, “You were screaming, we couldn’t wake you up.” Carmen supplied while Etain worried over her. “Are you ok?” Persephone looked at her stinging hands free of eye-shaped marks and took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m ok. It was just a nightmare.” Her roommates shared another look before wandering back to their own beds. She laid awake for hours waiting on the sun, too shaken to fall back asleep.

#my writing #hp rip off

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