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mysaldate · 1 year

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Okay since you guys were curious to hear my plot idea, here’s roughly what I have. Heed the warnings, if you’re uncomfortable with any of the topics I will discuss here, this post is probably not going to be something for you, stay safe.

TWs: Classism, mental, physical, and sexual abuse (the sexual part will be implied but I won’t talk about it explicitly or in detail), eating disorders, self destructive behavior, fantasy racism, fantasy prejudice, toxic relationships, kidnapping, age gap relationships (one side being a vampire, the other being a reincarnated human), r/kvl is there but in possibly the worst light imaginable, R/ook is the villain here so if you like that ship or character and want to see positive things about them, you’re better off skipping this post as well, blood drinking, hypnotism, memory manipulation

This AU is set in a high-fantasy world with a multitude of magical creatures living more or less together. Obviously, there are scuffles and not everyone likes each other very much, but things have been getting... better. In the last twenty or so years, the most notable change was integrating vampires to predominantly human society. Consensual blood-drinking is legal and aside from organ donor cards, there is another set that gives consent to be turned into a vampire, should the patient suffer a life-threatening injury and vampirism was their only way to survive. The general consensus is slowly turning around, at least for the lesser vampires who got turned since these changes came in effect, but most people are still wary of vampires of old, especially the so-called greater vampires who have been around for a couple centuries. The Isle of sages used to be sort of a testing ground for these changes that are only recently being implemented around the wider world, so many greater vampires moved there some time ago and decided to stay. Partially due to this, the Isle of Sages also has a large magical police force presence, especially when it comes to those specialized for dealing with the supernatural.

When it comes to the vampire rules I use in this story, there’s quite a few. Sunlight, obviously, is deadly to them. In order to go out during the day, they can, however, carry umbrellas or large hats. While indirect sunlight can be unpleasant and give the more sensitive vampires rashes, it is not exactly harmful unless it hits their skin directly. The age and power of a vampire can be determined by their fangs, with lesser and younger vampires having smaller and thinner fangs while greater vampires sport both longer and thicker ones. This also makes bites from greater vampires significantly more painful. Both lesser and greater vampires have access to a limited charm or hypnotic ability, with greater vampires being able to essentially take control of another person for a short period of time. The target of such charm ability will usually have no memories of what happened while they were charmed. The older a vampire gets, the harder it becomes for them to eat solid food. This is not an issue with being unable to digest human food but rather stems from the limited ability to break down solid substances. A greater vampire may still be able to drink tea or coffee without any issue even if they can’t eat solid food. There are exceptions to this rule though. Some more sensitive vampires cannot stand even the smell of garlic but this is quite rare. Silver burns them but they show up in mirrors that aren’t relying on silver in order to reflect things. Their regeneration is incredible and it is very hard to kill or permanently injure one unless one uses silver or direct sunlight to aid them, though it is also possible to starve them. New vampires are created when a vampire shares their blood with a human they drank from. Last but not least, as vampires are beings of darkness and undeath, plants picked by a vampire wither or dry very quickly. Due to this, it became customary to gift vampires dried flowers instead of fresh ones. Vampires don’t have any transformative abilities on their own but those who have been around for a while and cultivated their magical abilities can become powerful mages.

Vil is one of the greater vampires. He came to the Isle of Sages pretty much as soon as the legal changes first took place not only to make his own life more comfortable but also because he genuinely feels more comfortable taking blood from people who consent rather than having to charm his way to them. He lives a mostly secluded life and only talks to a few people on a regular basis. The two people he would say he is the closest to would ba Trey, another greater vampire who works at the hospital primarily as a dentist but is also in charge of turning the people who gave their consent, and Silver, a human part of the magical forces with a specialization in vampires. Other characters who exist in this AU but aren’t relevant to the story include Azul, who is also a greater vampire, Cater, who is a lesser vampire turned very recently by Trey after what was dubbed a car accident, and the Leech twins who work with Azul but aren’t really interested in being turned into vampires themselves yet. Sebek exists and is actually married to Silver but Vil never gets to meet him.

First things first, Vil is very much the type to view his vampirism as a curse. We learn pretty early on that he never wanted to be a vampire and that his turning and the whole situation around it was... pretty traumatic. Even now, centuries after it happened, he still occasionally has nightmares when he sleeps at all, and physical contact is something he prefers to avoid and keep minimal when necessary. He carries a silver locket with nightshade flowers engraved upon it, keeping it wrapped in several layers of handkerchief to protect himself from its burn.

There is nothing big or significant happening on the world scale that would kick off the events of this story. Rather, the story starts a little bit before R/ook moves to the Isle of Sages. Shortly before that, Vil suffers a terrible nightmare of his past, vivid memories coming back to him as a dark premonition, and it disturbs him quite a lot. He shares a little of them with Silver but he opens up more to Trey who knows a little about his past already. The full extend of it would be revealed gradually over several instances but I do have the write-up of the bulk of it.

Before Vil turned into a vampire, he was part of the nobility and, behind his father’s back, was seeing a commoner whom he was very much in love with. Obviously, this was a relationship with no future and Vil knew about it but he was hoping he would at least be able to continue it even after the arranged marriage he was pushed into. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. The person Vil ended up marrying turned out to not only be a vampire but also a terrible person. Not long after Vil got married, he was announced to have fallen sick and eventually succumbed to his disease, when in reality what actually happened was Vil getting repeatedly snacked on by his vampire partner, locked away in the dungeon underneath the mansion, and eventually turned into a vampire himself. A lot of this was tied to his partner being completely obsessed with him, and very paranoid about Vil leaving or cherishing someone else or not thinking about them enough etc. What resulted from this obviously terrible arrangement were several decades of every kind of abuse imaginable, Vil getting psychologically picked apart and rearranged as his partner saw fit, punished for not behaving the way his partner wanted him to, starved and fed minimally to keep him weakened. On top of that, since he was hiding the locket which was really his last tie to the life he had before, he had to live in constant fear that even that would get taken away from him. This lead to some quite self-destructive behavior from Vil such as hiding the locket underneath the clothes he was allowed to keep, putting himself in constant pain and going to great lengths to ensure his locket was safe. The treatment Vil was subjected to also lead to severe problems when it came to eating as even after being freed from this nightmare, Vil wasn’t able to feed properly, every solid meal making him violently throw up and drinking blood bringing back horrific memories of his abuse which made him continue to starve himself until he more or less resigned himself to his fate.

Vil was only able to escape his prison months after his partner mysteriously disappeared one day. After years of being locked up in a small room and having no news whatsoever about the outside world. Furthermore, in order to make Vil more dependent on them, his partner didn’t tell him anything about the powers or limitations of a vampire, leaving him completely socially crippled. And to make this venture into the outside world even worse, Vil was promptly confronted with a line of vampire heads and skulls on pikes just outside the town he once lived in – including the head of his torturer.

All of this kind of comes to a head when, during one of his friendly meetings with Silver, Vil notices R/ook in the crowd and is immediately distraught. While Silver doesn’t quite understand what happened, he accompanies Vil back home and makes sure everything is safe enough before departing for the day. Unfortunately, things are not quite as easy. Not only does R/ook already know where Vil lives but it doesn’t take him that long to visit, professing his love for the vampire and asking to be turned into one as well so that they may be together once more. Unlike most people who have reincarnated, R/ook regained full memories of his previous life – something he attributes to his strong “love” for Vil and the connection they supposedly share. And while Vil is much too panic-stricken to give a decisive answer, he is saved promptly by Trey who heard from Silver that something was off about the way he acted previously. While Vil is obviously shaken up, he does manage to somewhat calm down thanks to Trey’s presence, and Trey reads into the situation enough to not leave until R/ook does first.

After he does, Vil confesses to Trey that R/ook was the one who, in his past life, had turned him and subsequently held him imprisoned for several decades. However, there is more to his motivations than just obsession, and in some twisted way, Vil does believe there was genuine love in what he was doing. According to things that were said between the two of them in the past, Vil believes R/ook and him used to be lovers a lifetime or two ago, before Vil was the one hunted down and murdered. While Vil himself has no memory of these events, he does understand the yearning for lost love and how desperately one would wish to make things right again – he isn’t any different after all. At the same time, Vil is terrified of ever ending up being the same, or even similar, and inflicting the same pain on someone dear to him as R/ook inflicted upon him. He’s been hoping that, since he hasn’t heard from or ran into R/ook in all the centuries since, that chapter of his life was over, but unfortunately, he was not that lucky.

This, of course, unsettles Trey, and he reports this to Silver’s department. What this leads to is Vil having an officer by his side almost at all times, this often being Silver thanks to his special training. With their interactions growing more and more frequent, we learn another little bit of Vil’s past. Small memories of him and the person he was in love with, dancing together, watching stars, enjoying each other’s company. They almost always had to meet after dark due to the secrecy of their relationship, a fact which Vil laments now that he cannot enjoy the sun ever again. At the same time, Silver starts having dreams that feel more like foggy memories, prompting him to search for answers on his own. And after several weeks of no suspicious activity surrounding Vil, the protective guard is eventually called off as well. Vil is still rather distraught and Trey spends as much time with him as he can but that still gives the vampire quite a lot of time when he’s alone and vulnerable.

And, much as expected, R/ook comes back not long after, pleading with him, promising he changed and things will be different, even offering Vil to do exactly as he had done with him before. Of course, the only thing Vil wants from him is to be left alone, but he doesn’t exactly get that luxury. Afraid to leave the safety of his home, Vil begins to slowly grow weaker and his mental state also takes a nose-dive, a fact that greatly worries both Trey and Silver during their occasional visits. But between Trey’s hospital job, Silver’s police forces job, and their personal lives, they don’t really have enough time to keep tabs on Vil at all times, leading to both his mental and physical state further deteriorating.

A few days later, Trey gets a distressed phone call from Vil regarding his locket that mysteriously vanished without a trace. Trey helps him look but the only thing they find are traces that someone broke into Vil’s house and must’ve stolen it. Of course, R/ook is the main suspect almost immediately but even after his house and belongings are searched, the locket doesn’t turn up, and it only stresses Vil out further. Finally, he reveals to Trey that inside of the locket, he was keeping a sketch of the very person he fell in love with all those centuries ago which is also why he so painstakingly protected it from R/ook while he was imprisoned.

The next part needs some more thought as I am not quite sure what should happen to keep the search for the locket going so I don’t skip from it being lost straight to it being found so there will need to be more plot here. Perhaps Trey takes some time off work to spend more time with Vil to make sure he’s alright, perhaps I will delve more into Silver’s domestic life with Sebek or into his dreams of the past or how he and Sebek have actually been lovers over several lifetimes as well. I’ll have to decide.

After a week or two, a fire breaks out on the Isle and in its aftermath, the locket is found once again, but not as it was before. The sketch Vil treasured so much is burnt up and seems as though someone also scratched out the face of the person in it, but nobody is arrested for starting the fire as there are very few traces of the culprit. Vil is utterly destroyed and even though he takes the locket back, he no longer carries it with him. The next several days he spends locked inside his apartment. Painting. Sketching. Drawing. Pictures upon pictures of the same person, the same face. None of them small enough to fit in the locket but that’s the least of his worries. He cares a lot more about possibly forgetting the person he once loved so dearly.

When Trey visits him, he is shocked. Not only by the sheer amount of pictures but mostly because the person in all of them is unmistakably Silver, only with minimal differences – longer hair, freckles sprinkled over the bridge of his nose, a small cross-shaped scar on his upper lip... When he confronts Vil about it and why he never told Silver, Vil finally breaks down, admitting that yes, part of the reason why he befriended Silver was because he knew, but at the same time, he couldn’t bring himself to ever tell Silver about it, both because Silver has a life of his own, one which Vil is not a part of, and because Vil is deathly afraid of growing to be like R/ook and completely suffocating Silver’s personal life because of his own obsession.

This is, sadly, about as much as I have for now. I still need to come up with a proper ending that would tie all the loose ends together and resolve both the central conflict and the side issues. Unfortunately, so long as my current creative block continues, I don’t think I’ll get much more done but this is certainly an idea that I would like to finish one day.

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst au #twst vil #vil schoenheit #twst trey #trey clover #twst silver #alternate universe #tw blood #tw abuse #tw self destructive behavior #tw obsession #tw obsessive love #tw mental abuse #tw fantasy racism #tw eating issues

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magicalenbysarah · 4 months

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I know I've already talked about this re: the fandom's Gerudo genocide theory and Hyrule's Civil War but do people really want a genocide that is never hinted at to be a thing in Zelda? People make all sorts of leaps and assumptions to justify their claim. We know barely anything about the civil war and the events preceding TP.

I've seen people say "I have no doubt that Hyrule committed genocide against the Gerudo before WW" which is.. so gross. Using a group inspired by (orientalist depictions of) an actual ethnic group as a prop for your edgy grimdark "what if the good guys were evil!!" headcanon just disgusts me.

We are given like 3 pieces of info on the war prior to Hyrule Encyclopedia, which is really contested because it's mostly the authors' interpretations of the lore, not necessarily intended by the game writers. 1. The war ended 10 years before OoT after a long period of time. 2. Link's mother died fleeing the bloodshed 3. It ended with all the tribes of Hyrule uniting under the under the banner of the kingdom. Nothing about how it started, who sided with whom, or who participated.

Here's what we know about the relationships between tribes(warning: fantasy racism); 1: the king is a sworn brother of Darunia, King Zora was childhood friends with Biggoron. 2: the kingdom has been a long time ally of the Zoras. Darunia gets angry at the Zora mask, 3: Ganondorf, the king of the Gerudo thieves, feigns allegiance to the King of Hyrule, and many Hylians are scared of the Gerudo mask because they are thieves and Darunia hates Gerudos (😬) . Hyrule Historia says the king quelled the fighting and the entire land was united under his rule. After the Twinrova are defeated an NPC says the Gerudo don't seem so scary now, implying brainwashing was involved which is further supported by Hyrule Historia and a gossip stone

The King and Darunia are sworn brothers and probably have a good relationship. We can assume that the Zora and Hyrule were allies long before the war ended, since 10 years is not a very significant amount of time. The King trusts Ganondorf enough to not believe his daughter's dreams, even though the royal family are well known to have mystical powers.

The Shadow Temple was presumably used during the Hyrulean Civil War and a spirit says Hyrule has a history of blood and hatred. It's fair to come to the conclusion that this was used as a torture chamber during a period of battle due to all the torture devices. But we have no reason to believe this history is recent, and the implication of the above is that the current king is a decent ruler due to the (seemingly) good relationships between him and the other rulers.

Moving on to Twilight Princess, people often claim that the Arbiter's Grounds suggests the Gerudo were victims of genocide which is again, unfounded. As the video below shows, the Grounds were built by both Hylians and Gerudo, and they must have been built long before Ocarina of Time since the mirror of Twilight was used to imprison the Interlopers. It's highly unlikely that the Gerudo text and Snake Goddess statues would remain and be so interwoven with the Hylian designs if the building was taken over by Hylians. We see the Gerudo later in the timeline in FSA and they have a great relationship with Hyrule.

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I really wish people would stop repeating Gerudo Genocide Theory as if it were canon. People should keep in mind that Zelda is intended for all ages. There's not gonna be a lot of subtle implications and depressing lore like the Soulsborne games. We learn all of the relevant story info in-game, and learn about the connections between the games through supplementary materials such as interviews and books.

#the legend of zelda #Zelda lore #ocarina of time #tw fantasy racism #tw discussion of possible fictional genocide #tw fictional war

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kitty-live · 5 months

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CW/TW. For accidental missgendering, fantasy fetishism, romanticised stalking and suggestive content!!

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> Jesus Fucking Christ, A Cat Boy Stalker? Is That Hot Or What?

> Would He Purr If I Played With His Hair? Or Mewl If I Teased Him Too Much? Would He Make Biscuits On The Bed As I Make Him See Stars? God, How I'd Love To Take Him Appart ♡♡♡

#kitty posting #bursonaverse #freed from patreon #((not really))#((but it is suggestive!))#tw fantasy racism #tw fantasy fetishism #tw romanticized stalking #cw misgendering

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angelusfleur · 2 years

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Anon sent a love letter; Why don't you feel any remorse for killing? You once had to suffer pain. You once had to watch people you love die. Someone that you killed was loved once. Someone that you hurt was once hurt. What makes you judgement. What gives you the right? Mana.

【🎀】 ; “Because simply hoping for the tomorrow where my kind doesn’t have to survive by any means isn’t working. I don’t kill people who are kind. I kill mice.. Mice who boast about the sins they’ve committed against my people. Is it fair that we who never asked to be born are burnt, are stoned, are forced to fight to the death for the amusement of humans? What right do they have to hurt us. We’re half breeds, we wouldn’t exist if humans, dwarves, and elves kept it to themselves. They made us and we have to suffer the consequences of their actions.” She growls, how many times has she heard that everyone wishes her kind didn’t exist? It hurt.. it hurt so much. What was wrong with making them hurt the same? “Besides I think what I do is nicer than the ranches at least. The people I kill don’t suffer that much.”

#🌸 ask answered.#💝 Mana.#💝 ic.#tw fantasy racism #tw murder #tw death #sobs there is a lot more to it than vigilante justice tbh? There is years worth of manipulation from the oracle so like?#she didn't start killing until the war—

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hmshermitcraft · 1 month

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avian hunted thing??

Avians are hunted for their wings, so Grian spent a lot of his life hiding in dense forests and bunkers, not seeing very much outside or nature.

of course, once he joined Hermitcraft, he didn't need to hide anymore. he still wanted to, obviously.

The hermits worked hard to get Grian to trust them properly, he tried to avoid any talking unless absolutely necessary.

So you may be wondering? How did they get to where thye are now, literally unable to get rid of the prankster?

They left him presents! Avians like trinkets, so they left him shulkers full of shiny items, flowers, bracelets. And eventually, he had the guts to talk to them properly.

-Poor anon

It was a war of his desire to hide against his want to be polite and thank people for the gifts. It took some time, but politeness won out in the end. Then he wanted to get them gifts in return. Then he talked to them more, and found out they really weren't all that scary.

Now he strides into their bases at any time of day (or night - avians often move under the cover of darkness) and pesters whoever is there into cuddles. It's perfect.

#hermitshipping #ask #grian tag #polyhermits #poor anon #mod 🎀#fantasy racism tw

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nerves-nebula · 9 months

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I got commissioned by @insomniac-dormouse to make a 2 page comic about my OC, Misha Mistaka, I haven't drawn him this much since high school so this was a blast! the thing with Misha is that I'm only allowed to draw him with my non dominant hand, so you can see he's a bit more wobbly than other stuff here haha. I think I was, like, 15 when I made him and it was mostly a way to cope with a lot of intrusive thoughts and trauma about abuse, particularly sexual and racial abuse. So his story is pretty rough, at least at first.

#nnstuff #nnart #original art #nnoc #misha mistaka #sa tw #rape tw #csa tw #genocide tw #fantasy racism #racism tw #comic #original comic

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littletissueghosts · 6 days

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Okay, unpopular opinion, but honestly, the "protagonists" were shitty as fuck in Ghouls Rule and Cleo's plan actually would've worked better than Frankie and co.'s plan if it hadn't been for cartoon logic. Cleo planned to do graffiti and was blamed for "continuing the cycle" when, at most, she would've caused a headache for the same exact school admin who allowed their students to threaten and frame monsters with no repercussions. Frankie and co. planned to bring armed cops into Monster High in hopes that they'd be able to win over their good side with a party, endangering all the students at Monster High if the cops did decide to fight back (which was FAR more likely than everyone randomly changing to monster supporters at the most opportune moment). Cleo got one person falsely framed because a monster hunter laid a trap for her while she was raising awareness for monsters, albeit in a rather ineffective but harmless manner. Frankie and her friends brought the police to a party solely hosted by minorities with the falsely framed "criminal" DJ-ing.

Don't get me wrong, how her group treated Jackson was absolutely shitty and unforgivable, but in terms of endangering fellow students, Cleo's plan was FAR less risky and more likely to be effective, even if it wouldn't have been as dramatic as the party. In terms of endangering monsters, Frankie and her friends would've done far worse than Cleo did if not for... you know, kid's show logic where pacifism always wins.

#ghouls rule #ghouls rule mh #monster high #mh g1 #monster high g1 #cleo de nile #tw police #tw racism #<- fantasy racism but adding just in case

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ariel-seagull-wings · 5 months

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The Princess of the Springs

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(Brazilian folktale)

Once, long ago, the Moon Giant wooed the beautiful giantess who dwells in the Great River and won her love. He built for her a wonderful palace where the Great River runs into the sea. It was made of mother-of-pearl with rich carvings, and gold and silver and precious stones were used to adorn it. Never before in all the world had a giant or giantess possessed such a magnificent home.

When the baby daughter of the Moon Giant and the Giantess of the Great River was born it was decreed among the giants that she should be the Princess of all the Springs and should rule over all the rivers and lakes. The light of her eyes was like the moonbeams, and her smile was like moonlight on still waters. Her strength was as the strength of the Great River, and the fleetness of her foot was as the swiftness of the Great River.

As the beautiful Spring Princess grew older many suitors came to sing her praises beneath the palace windows, but she favoured none of them. She was so happy living in her own lovely palace with her own dear mother that she did not care at all for any suitor. No other daughter ever loved her mother as the Spring Princess loved the Giantess of the Great River.

At last the Sun Giant came to woo the Spring Princess. The strength of the Sun Giant was as the strength of ten of the other suitors of the fair princess. He was so powerful that he won her heart.

When he asked her to marry him, however, and go with him to his own palace, the Spring Princess shook her lovely head. “O Sun Giant, you are so wonderful and so powerful that I love you as I never before have loved a suitor who sang beneath my palace window,” said she, “but I love my mother, too. I cannot go away with you and leave my own dear mother. It would break my heart.”

The Sun Giant told the Spring Princess again and again of his great love for her, of his magnificent palace which would be her new home, of the happy life which awaited her as queen of the palace. At length she listened to his pleadings and decided that she could leave home and live with him for nine months of the year. For three months of every year, however, she would have to return to the wonderful palace of mother-of-pearl where the Great River runs into the sea and spend the time with her mother, the Giantess of the Great River.

The Sun Giant at last sorrowfully consented to this arrangement and the wedding feast was held. It lasted for seven days and seven nights. Then the Spring Princess went away with the Sun Giant to his own home.

Every year the Spring Princess went to visit her mother for three months according to the agreement. For three months of every year she lived in the palace of mother-of-pearl where the Great River runs into the sea. For three months of every year the rivers sang once more as they rushed along their way. For three months the lakes sparkled in the bright sunlight as their hearts once more were brimful of joy.

When at last the little son of the Spring Princess was born she wanted to take him with her when she went to visit her mother. The Sun Giant, however, did not approve of such a plan. He firmly refused to allow the child to leave home. After much pleading, all in vain, the Spring Princess set out upon her journey alone, with sorrow in her heart. She left her baby son with the best nurses she could procure.

Now it happened that the Giantess of the Great River had not expected that her daughter would be able to visit her that year. She had thought that all the rivers and lakes, the palace of mother-of-pearl, and her own mother heart would have to get along as best they could without a visit from the Spring Princess. The Giantess of the Great River had gone away to water the earth. One of the land giants had taken her prisoner and would not let her escape.

When the Spring Princess arrived at the beautiful palace of mother-of-pearl and gold and silver and precious stones, where the Great River runs into the sea, there was no one at home. She ran from room to room in the palace calling out, “O dear mother, Giantess of the Great River, dear, dear mother! Where are you? Where have you hidden yourself?”

There was no answer. Her own voice echoed back to her through the beautiful halls of mother-of-pearl with their rich carvings. The palace was entirely deserted.

She ran outside the palace and called to the fishes of the river, “O fishes of the river, have you seen my own dear mother?”

She called to the sands of the sea, “O sands of the sea, have you seen my darling mother?”

She called to the shells of the shore, “O shells of the shore, have you seen my precious mother?”

There was no answer. No one knew what had become of the Giantess of the Great River.

The Spring Princess was so worried that she thought her heart would break in its anguish. In her distress she ran over all the earth.

Then she went to the house of the Great Wind. The Giant of the Great Wind was away, but his old father was at home. He was very sorry for the Spring Princess when he heard her sad story. “I am sure my son can help you find your mother,” he said as he comforted her. “He will soon get home from his day’s work.”

When the Giant of the Great Wind reached home he was in a terrible temper. He stormed and raged and gave harsh blows to everything he met. His father had hid the Spring Princess in a closet out of the way, and it was fortunate indeed for her that he had done so.

After the Great Wind Giant had taken his bath and eaten his dinner he was better natured. Then his father said to him, “O my son, if a wandering princess had come this way on purpose to ask you a question, what would you do to her?”

“Why, I’d answer her question as best I could, of course,” responded the Giant of the Great Wind.

His father straightway opened the closet door and the Spring Princess stepped out. In spite of her long wanderings and great anguish of mind she was still very lovely as she knelt before the Giant of the Great Wind in her soft silvery green garments embroidered with pearls and diamonds. The big heart of the Giant of the Great Wind was touched at her beauty and at her grief.

“O Giant of the Great Wind,” said the Spring Princess, as he gently raised her from her knees before him, “I am the daughter of the Giantess of the Great River. I have lost my mother. I have searched for her through all the earth and now I have come to you for help. Can you tell me anything about where she is and how I can find her?”

The Giant of the Great Wind put on his thinking cap. He thought hard. “Your mother is in the power of a land giant who has imprisoned her,” he said. “I happen to know all about the affair. I passed that way only yesterday. I’ll gladly go with you and help you get her home. We’ll start at once.”

The Giant of the Great Wind took the Spring Princess back to earth on his swift horses. Then he stormed the castle of the land giant who had imprisoned the Giantess of the Great River. The Spring Princess dug quietly beneath the castle walls to the dungeon where her mother was confined. You may be sure that her mother was overjoyed to see her.

When the Spring Princess had led her mother safely outside the castle walls she thanked the Giant of the Great Wind for all he had done to help her. Then the Giantess of the Great River and the Spring Princess hastened back to the wonderful palace of mother-of-pearl set with gold and silver and precious stones, where the Great River runs into the Sea. As soon as she had safely reached there once more the Spring Princess suddenly remembered that she had stayed away from her home in the palace of the Sun Giant longer than the three months she was supposed to stay according to the agreement. She at once said good-bye to her mother and hastened to the home of the Sun Giant, her husband, and to her baby son.

Now the Sun Giant had been very much worried at first when the three months had passed and the Spring Princess had not come back to him and her little son. Then he became angry. He became so angry that he married another princess. The new wife discharged the nurses who were taking care of the tiny son of the Spring Princess and put him in the kitchen just as if he had been a little black slave baby.

When the Spring Princess arrived at the palace of the Sun Giant the very first person she saw was her own little son, so dirty and neglected that she hardly recognized him. Then she found out all that had happened in her absence.

The Spring Princess quickly seized her child and clasped him tight in her arms. Then she fled to the depths of the sea, and wept, and wept, and wept. The waters of the sea rose so high that they reached even to the palace of the Sun Giant. They covered the palace, and the Sun Giant, his new wife, and all the court entirely disappeared from view. For forty days the face of the Sun Giant was not seen upon the earth.

The little son of the Spring Princess grew up to be the Giant of the Rain. In the rainy season and the season of thunder showers he rules upon the earth. He sends upon the earth such tears as the Spring Princess shed in the depths of the seas.

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Fearless - Chapter 8

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CW: nonhuman whumper, nonhuman whumpee, dhampir whumpee, multiple whumpees, intimate whumper, major character death (whumper), human whumpee, minor character death (unnamed soldiers), racism, murder

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“Kaloyan,” Nikolay started, gathering his courage. It was harder these days, with the Dragon King treating him as lesser. “I know you told me who your father was, but,” Nikolay sighed, “but I don’t know much else about your life… before you met me.”

The truth was that it wasn’t curiosity driving Nikolay. Ever since the first war room meeting, Kaloyan had had something on his mind. Nikolay wasn’t the best listener and he knew it. He just wasn’t good with people. However, Kaloyan needed someone. That much Nikolay could tell. If he could tell, it was a dire situation.

Kaloyan looked at Nikolay, a little startled. It was always strange seeing a dhampir startled by him. Even if Kaloyan and him were bonded for life, Nikolay knew that Kaloyan was far more powerful than him, even if he held something of a key.

Ultimate Eastern-bound mage.

“Well, I,” Kaloyan hesitated. That sensitive dhampir who was Nikolay’s closest friend was hesitating, caught off guard by Nikolay’s questions. “I was raised by a servant. My mother’s pregnancy was a secret - my father and her were both cheaters. My father’s wife was infertile. That’s the reason I inherited my father’s position, despite being a bastard.”

Kaloyan took another breath, trying to calm himself. “That servant raised me in a way that my father never approved of. She taught me kindness and the value of peace. She was a former prisoner of war herself. I don’t know why my father chose her, but he killed her in front of me.

“He told me I was soft, I was weak, I was useless to him. Once she was dead, everyone, all my servant friends, turned their backs on me, afraid the same would happen to them.”

Tears formed in Kaloyan’s eyes and he bit his lip a little.

“You’re the only person who hasn’t abandoned me, Nikolay. Everyone in my life abandoned me and I ran away. Even my runaway friends left me. I know eventually, this will all come to a close and you’ll leave me, too.”

Soon, Kaloyan was sobbing. Nikolay didn’t know whether to comfort the dhampir or listen more. He thought maybe listen more, but Kaloyan kept his silence.

“Kaloyan,” Nikolay took a deep breath, finding conviction in his chest. “My village had a complicated relationship with me. They gave me the bare necessities because I’m the product of a foreign woman and a dead soldier.”

Kaloyan looked up in surprise at Nikolay, but stayed silent, allowing Nikolay to continue.

“I… I don’t look like the people in my village. I don’t look like the people where my mother is from. She had me and ran off. My father died when I was six. I loved him, but after that, my life was hell. Meeting you, Kaloyan, was the best thing that ever happened to me. Meeting you gave me a break from all that. You didn’t care what I looked like. You never treated me as less.”

Nikolay desperately tried to organize his thoughts.

“I will never abandon you, Kaloyan, if you promise the same.”

Kaloyan took Nikolay’s hand, squeezing it a little.

“Never.”

—

Nobody stood in Nikolay’s path. Rather, nobody could. Every single creature that tried to stop him fell to the ground with frozen blood. Nikolay couldn’t find it in himself to care for their lives. They were scum, stopping him from reaching the only creature that had ever truly cared for him.

Kaloyan. I have to find Kaloyan.

Kaloyan, I’m coming for you.

Nikolay could feel himself weakening with each creature he killed. The chains that Dimitar had used certainly did something to his magic, even if he’d managed to break free.

If only Kaloyan could believe in himself. If only Kaloyan understood his own power, his own strength.

Nikolay had a sort of platonic love for his dhampir, but he found himself hurting for Kaloyan beyond the pain he felt radiating off of the dhampir. Kaloyan didn’t have any confidence after their time with the Dragon King. Nikolay could think to himself all day about how brave Kaloyan was or how resilient he’d been to survive through such a difficult life - like Nikolay had. He saw so much of himself in Kaloyan. Perhaps that was why they made such great friends.

As Nikolay busted down the cell door, he saw Kaloyan lying there, shivering. He didn’t even have the strength to look up at Nikolay.

“Kaloyan!”

Eventually, Kaloyan did look up at him. Nikolay ran to his side, shaking him.

“Come on, we need to get up and leave this place. I-I killed Dimitar. There are still a lot of guards, but we can do this! Come on, Kaloyan.”

Teary-eyed, Kaloyan asked, “Don’t you hate me?”

The question caught Nikolay completely off-guard, but it shouldn’t have. “No, of course not! Kaloyan, we can talk about this later.” Nikolay couldn’t help the impatience in his voice. “We need to get out of here!”

Kaloyan opened his mouth, hesitating. Nikolay looked out the door anxiously. There were footsteps. Nikolay didn’t know how much more he had in him to fight.

“Come on!”

Kaloyan stood, weakly. Nikolay, as short as he was compared to the superhumanly tall Kaloyan, helped the dhampir up and started running, never looking back except to check that Kaloyan was still by his side.

They ran for what felt like hours, but, in reality, was likely only thirty minutes. They soon weakened. However much they wished to carry on - perhaps Nikolay more than Kaloyan - they could not. Yet, they had stumbled upon treasure in their rabid run from danger.

In front of the two was a cabin. The boards of the roof were full of holes from snow and the windows shattered. Surely, there would be somewhere inside that the two could hide, Nikolay thought. The moment they entered the cabin, the two of them fell to the ground, unable to go any farther.

Even though the cabin was an obvious hiding spot, Nikolay had the feeling that they would not be found there.

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When Nikolay awoke, he immediately went to check for Kaloyan. Kaloyan was by his side, but the two of them laid on dirt, not wood.

Nikolay, wincing, stood and looked around. A fig grove? Dates? Peaches? Apricots? Where the hell were they?

“What’s going on?”

Kaloyan looked up at Nikolay, but immediately looked away once Nikolay looked back at him.

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

A new voice that had a certain draconic hiss filled the forest. “You’re in my domain, wanderers.”

Nikolay jumped, standing in front of Kaloyan. He was in horrific pain, but Kaloyan couldn’t defend himself, not after so much exposure to iron and silver.

Rustling leaves revealed a short human with a long braid, glasses, and a sweater. On his shoulder was an armored lizard, one that Nikolay had never seen before. The human didn’t appear very human, though. White horns peaked from his head and his eyes had a reptilian gaze. The human was a mage, an old one at that.

“Who the fuck are you?” Nikolay growled.

The mage considered them for a moment. “I am not going to hurt you. I’m not sure that my magic can.”

As the mage took a step forward, Nikolay backed up, standing closer to Kaloyan. “How can I know that for sure?”

The mage reached out a hand, offering it, palm up. “My name is Malik. As I said before, you’re in my domain. I’m not sure how you found it, but I am sincerely glad that you did.” He pushed his hand forward, Nikolay flinching back in response. “You’re wounded. Let me prove that I come in peace.”

Nikolay thought for a moment. This mage was ancient, old enough to have the power to make his own domain. There would be no way out unless Nikolay or Kaloyan could recover their magic enough to escape. For now, tempting fate and upsetting the mage would not be wise.

So, Nikolay reached his hand out, giving it to the mage. A glow of green light surrounded Nikolay’s hands and soon enough, the wounds were healed. Nikolay breathed a deep breath, moving his hand. It was scarred and his hand shook. His tendons felt tight. His hands wouldn’t be the same, but the pain was gone and the wounds no longer festered.

“Are you sure that you come in peace?”

Malik smiled a little. “I made this domain to protect wanderers who needed the service of a Northwestern-bound mage. Come, I’ll feed you two.”

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Malik’s home was a warm place that smelled of sugar and bread. His gentle smile somehow put Nikolay at ease. Kaloyan, on the other hand, looked worse than ever. He quietly stared out with a traumatized gaze, unable to comprehend that someone was helping them, that they were safe now.

In the hearth, the golden armadillo lizard found its respite.

“The lizard is my bonded fae. Zafira. She’s a mighty ouroboros in her regular form, but she’s mellowed down a lot, as have I. She prefers this lizard form - a form she took after we traveled.”

Malik handed Nikolay a warm mug of tea. “Would your bonded like to rest?”

Nikolay looked at Kaloyan, who jumped. “Kaloyan, do you want to go lie down?”

“Is it safe?”

The question hung in the air for a moment. Malik didn’t answer, leaving it to Nikolay. Nikolay forced a smile at his traumatized friend. “It’s okay. Go rest if you need to.”

Kaloyan nodded after a moment of consideration. Malik took him to one of the guest rooms, returning shortly after. Taking the cup of tea in front of him in his hands, Malik sighed.

“You two have both been through something grave, have you not?”

Nikolay looked off to the side, warming his scarred hands on the mug. The two of them sat in silence for a moment, Nikolay thinking over what to say.

“Maybe we deserved it.”

Malik perked up. “Why would you deserve it, my good mage?”

“I’m not good. I murdered scores to get out of there. I murdered scores under the Dragon King. I burned the village down-”

Nikolay found tears in his eyes. He was safe, at least as long as the mage in front of him decided he would be. His chest heaved as he sobbed for the first time in an eternity.

“I’m an awful person. I deserved everything that happened to me.”

“Did your bonded?”

“What? No!” Nikolay glared at Malik. “He never deserved any of this.”

“You two did the same things, didn’t you? As children, no? If you deserved the tortures you went through, why doesn’t he?”

Nikolay opened his mouth to answer, but found no words. Malik was right, even if he didn’t know how Malik knew what he did.

“I have seen kingdoms come and go over the years, Nikolay. Kings come to power and die. Mortals live very short lives and they often use them for violence. In my time on this land, Nikolay, I have seen many things, but most striking to me has been violence because it’s always a cycle.”

Nikolay, wiping his tears, looked at Malik.

“How would you know?”

Malik chuckled. “I’m over a thousand years old.”

The two sat in silence before Malik started again. “Violence leads to pain and pain leads to violence. Hurt people starting wars against those that hurt them. Leaders with hurt prides attacking the ones who humiliated them. Nikolay, I’ve seen it all when it comes to violence. You do not have to continue the cycle.”

Malik took a sip of his tea before continuing. “Go, live in peace. Your tormentor is dead, as are those who followed him. Nobody will bother you anymore. Break the cycle of violence the way you’ve always wanted to.”

Tears in his eyes, Nikolay took a breath, looking at Malik. “How am I ever supposed to live a normal life after this? How am I supposed to help Kaloyan recover?”

Malik paused, thinking for a moment. “Nikolay, I cannot help you with that. Trauma is a journey. It’s one you shouldn’t travel alone, but you are not alone. You have Kaloyan. You two will find your way. I’m sure of it. There might not be a normal like what you knew before, but you will find a new one.”

Nikolay looked down at the tea he hadn’t yet touched. “What should I do, then?”

“Go and live in peace. Forge your own way. Find your own happiness with your bonded.”

Nikolay hesitated, but soon the image of Malik faded. On the floor of his old cabin, Nikolay blinked awake, a healed Kaloyan next to him. For a moment, he wondered if it had all been a dream. However, he had his scarred hands.

Those scarred hands grounded him as he cried, Kaloyan deep in sleep beside him.

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