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  1. THE ENTIRE CHAPTER: Rush KikoAyumi Pairing: LarsxRhen DameonxRhen Rating: T Warnings: Offensive language, angst, and some mature situations. I will definitely warn beforehand. Planned Length: Long. I’m going for a novel with this one. Updates: Absolutely random. I don’t have much time to sit and write any longer, so I can’t promise anything. NOTES: This takes place nearly two years after the end of Aveyond, when Rhen decided to become Queen and wed Dameon. Chapter 14 “So... what's the plan?” Swilly ventured. The four companions were just outside of Ghed'ahre, situated low in the bushes. “All I can think of is make a run for Te'ijal's house and hope she's home,” Rhen said, shifting her eyes to look at Hector, who was sprawled out on the ground, “For crying out loud, Hector, get up!” “I'm passed out,” Hector spoke, refusing to open his eyes as his body lay haphazardly against the grass. “We clearly believe you,” Lars drawled, kicking his friend in the side. “Ow!” Hector complained, slitting his eyes open just enough to glare up at his assaulter. “This Te'ijal vampire won't try to suck our blood?” Swilly asked a little worriedly. Before Rhen or Lars could assure her, Hector abruptly sat up, shaking the dirt from his hair. “Yes, she will, because she's a freaking vampire!” Hector exclaimed, crossing his arms in a huff, “Which is why I'm staying right here. You guys can go get eaten up in there if you want, but this guy is not moving from this spot!” “Te'ijal is our friend. She won't harm you,” Rhen sighed. Sure, seeing Hector scared out of his mind over the living dead was highly amusing, but it was quickly becoming a hindrance. “Well I don't know this Te'ijal chick! And didn't you have garlic necklaces like normal people who go to visit vampires do when you met her? … wait, no normal person would go see vampires anyway!” Hector seemed quite proud of this revelation, nodding to himself. “Fine,” Lars gave in, walking toward Ghed'ahre, “You stay here then, Hector. Wait for us, all alone in haunted woods, while we go and bring back some vampires.” Hector tensed, suddenly feeling the need to look around at the woods surrounding him. Rhen and Swilly trailed after Lars, keeping his word true. It got quiet. Quiet and dark. … did something just move over there?! In a flash, Hector was running after them. “Eh heh heh heh,” Hector laughed breathlessly, catching up to them, “You know, you guys don't stand a chance with these vampires. I'll tag along and keep you safe and all...” Lars snorted, pleased his plan had worked, while Swilly and Rhen giggled. “Just don't pass out on us, ok?” Rhen pleaded with a smile. Hector could only snort in response, trudging forward even as every fiber of his being was pulling him in the opposite direction. They darted into Ghed'ahre. It took no time at all for the lingering scent of human blood to permeate the air and alert near-by vampires of their presence. The vampires walking the grounds turned in obvious interest, the eldest able to stand their ground whilst the youngest of the bunch felt their instincts kicking in rather quickly. It was a young boy who lashed out first. Lars shielded them just in time, sending the young one flying back. “Keep them back, please!” Rhen exclaimed hopefully, glancing at the vampires who held their ground. It was easy to tell the vampires were highly disgruntled by their appearance, and pleads would more than likely not be answered. “Rhen?” Said girl skidded to a halt and looked behind her. A vampiress stood, regarding them carefully while a ghost swirled around her. “Vorona!” Rhen acknowledged. Vorona was suddenly in front of them, holding two vampires by their shirts as they tried to get to Rhen's party. “Why in the world are you not wearing garlic?” Vorona asked, scrunching up her nose. “We didn't have time. We need to see Te'ijal,” Lars spoke, sidestepping her as they walked passed. “Thank you!” Swilly yelled over her shoulder. In under a minute, they found themselves in Te'ijal's house, Lars shutting and locking the door quickly behind them. Out of breath, they stood with a hand on their chests. Hector, by now a pasty shade of white, leaned against the wall for support. “Who just barged in he- Rhen? Lars?” Galahad stood in the hallway, looking confused at their sudden arrival. “Rhen?” Te'ijal's voice echoed from further in the house, and within seconds, the vampiress was standing beside Galahad, “Well, to what do I owe the honor? Are you trying to tempt me with that blood of yours?” Hector tried his hardest to sink further into the wall. Rhen could only manage a smile. “It's good to see you again, both of you,” Rhen said warmly, her rushing heart slowly calming, “I think we're going to need your help.” “It is odd to see you two together,” Te'ijal remarked, choosing not to elaborate before turning attention to the man about to hyperventilate behind them, “Who is this?” “No one important!” Hector squeaked, his voice cracking, “You don't need to pay any attention to me!” Rhen, Lars, and Swilly snickered. “His name is Hector,” Lars introduced, ignoring Hector's wide-eyed “Why the heck did you just tell her that-she's gonna hunt me down!” look, “And this is Swilly.” Swilly curiously peaked over Rhen's shoulder. “Charmed,” Te'ijal spoke politely, before focusing her attention on Rhen, “But I'm sure the Queen of Thais would be too busy to visit the Underworld unless it was something important?” “Yeah... can I talk to you alone?” Rhen asked, suddenly feeling the urge to have a nice one-on-one chat like old times. As Te'ijal nodded, Galahad looked offended. “And why can I not know?” He asked, puffing up his chest like he was someone extremely important. “We'll fill you in,” Lars promised. The two woman walked off into the house. Hector relaxed, just a bit, but apprehensively looked at Galahad. Galahad quickly took notice of the frightened stare and frowned. “I assure you, sir, I am nothing like that undead disaster of a woman. I am an honorable man who was tricked!” Galahad proclaimed strongly. Lars rolled his eyes at the dramatics. “But that is not the point here,” Lars spoke, Galahad looking scandalized at his obvious couldn't-care-less attitude, “The point is Ahriman still lives.” Galahad's eyes grew impressively large. “How is that even possible?!” And so, in both sides of the house, the story was told. About an half hour later, they all met up in the dining room. “So you need to find a way to get back into the Overworld...” Te'ijal pondered. “Is there any other way out of the Underworld?” Swilly asked, but got shaking heads in response, “Then I don't see how...” “I could always turn you all into vampires,” Te'ijal said with a smirk, startling everyone, “There is a high probability this miasma would not hurt the undead. But you would never go for this, of course.” “Heh heh... no, not if there's another way,” Rhen answered, looking pale. If that was the only way... she would have to do it, but oh my gosh, she wanted to stay alive! Lars also looked quite stricken at the thought. Hector's reaction would have been funny to see, if he was in the room. His fear had left him in the living room, most likely listening in, but as far away from the vampires as possible. “I will not let you turn these good people into monsters,” Galahad said with a glare. “You're so cute,” Te'ijal commented, not taking him seriously in the slightest, “But no, I don't believe there's a need for that. If we can get a potion made for us, you should be fine.” “Potion?” Lars inquired, leaning forward with new-found hope in his eyes. “Yes. A potion that makes your heart stop beating.” “... um, I don't want to die?” Rhen asked fearfully, but Te'ijal just shook her head. “You don't. The potion will give you the aspects of the undead. It was created for the rich who traded between the Underworld and Overworld. They could freely come here without being detected. It seems like such a potion would be perfect for this.” A brilliant smile crossed Rhen's face. “Then that's it! Where can we get this potion?” She asked excitedly. “And how much is it?” Lars asked, raising an eyebrow, “You just said it was created for the rich.” “Yes, it is rather expensive,” Te'ijal replied, stroking her fingers against her chin, “But I'm sure you'll be able to bargain with them. Maybe even ask for a loan; Rhen definitely has the money, just not at this point in time. You would have to travel to New Witchwood and get one of the witches to make it.” “Then we'll go now,” Rhen determined, looking at her companions. Swilly and Lars nodded at her. “Well then let me follow you out. I'll keep these vampires at bay,” Galahad volunteered. Rhen made to go, but stopped when Te'ijal's hands fell on her shoulders. “Do be careful, Rhen,” Te'ijal said seriously, patting her shoulders before letting go. Rhen flashed her a smile, and followed the others in the living room. “We're leaving? Thank God,” Hector commented upon seeing them. “Yeah, now we're going to see witches,” Lars said with a smirk as Hector groaned and his body sagged. “He just can't win,” Swilly giggled. X Really, Hector reasoned, New Witchwood wasn't as scary. It was just more disgusting with that awful sludge everywhere. “Four hours?!” Hector turned his gaze away from the window when he heard Rhen's distressed yell. They had found a witch who said she could make the potion, but it apparently was going to take some time. “Best I can do,” the witch said, in a take-it-or-leave it tone. Rhen sighed, nodding. “Then fine. But if it is ready any sooner, please tell us right away.” “Don't rush me, lady,” the witch responded with a critical eye before going about her own business. Rhen was outright frustrated by the news, and the witch they had to deal with. Even though she explained the situation, the woman acted like she didn't care. And Rhen guessed she didn't, since it wasn't affecting her in any way. Some people were just so ignorant. Those were not the kind of people she needed right now. She looked around. Hector was looking out the window with a grimace. Swilly had flown up to the ceiling, curiously watching the witch at work. Lars was sitting down, seeming to look at nothing in particular, and then his eyes met her own. Rhen tried to smile with her sigh. Lars offered a smile back at her, glanced at the front door, and then motioned her to follow as he stood. Taking a deep breath, she followed him out. “So I'm pretty awesome, huh?” Lars started. “Hm?” “It was my idea to come here, was it not?” Lars asked, pounding a fist on his chest, “Lars comes through again.” Rhen laughed, shaking her head. “You're too egotistical. But yes,” Rhen replied, rolling her eyes, “Thank you, Lars.” Lars looked at the ground, feeling a nervous knot building in his stomach. Their conversation that had been interrupted in Brumwich... what had she been about to say? Amongst all the panic and disarray they had been through within the last hour, the thought had been repeating itself in his mind. “In Brumwich. Um, what were you going to say to me?” Lars asked, rubbing the back of his neck in uncertainty. Rhen glanced at him and then looked away. “Well, I've been really thinking about what you talked to me about when we were on the northern isle,” she began. Lars's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to remember what she was talking about. Rhen stopped walking, swinging her hands behind her back, “I don't know if I should mention this to you yet. I wasn't planning to, but... when this is done and I go back to Thais... I'm going to denounce my position as queen.” Lars's lips parted as he stared at her in amazement. She was looking down, looking tense as she lightly swayed her body from right to left. The word that appeared in Lars's mind was 'finally.' In a rush of excitement, he leaned down and wrapped his arms around Rhen's stomach. She gasped when she was suddenly lifted into the air, and dipped forward to grip his shoulders for balance. “Wha-” “You are amazing!” Lars exclaimed, swinging her around in the air, “You're finally doing what you want! I'm... I don't know what I am, but I'm proud!” Rhen was stunned by the absolute joy on his face, and started laughing as he twirled her around. “I didn't expect you to be this happy.” “Of course I am,” Lars replied, carefully setting her feet back on the ground, “Well, 'cause, you know, I was right again!” Rhen's jaw dropped, and she had the urge to strangle his ego, but she smiled anyway. Then she noticed though he had set her back down on the ground, he still had his arms wrapped around her. She could feel her cheeks grow warm as she lay her curled hands on his chest. “But, you shouldn't be so happy. Not yet at least. If we don't defeat Ahriman, my decision won't even matter,” Rhen reminded, cringing. Lars frowned at the mood change. “I told you not to think like that. You know we're going to do this. Have a little faith in yourself, and in us.” “I do. I try,” Rhen replied, with a humorless chuckle. “Do I have to swing you around again to get you laughing?” Lars asked, looking so serious that Rhen snorted, a smile twitching on the edges of her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, burying her face into his collarbone. “I'm really glad Talia transported me to the eastern isle,” Rhen sighed, relishing in the warmth emitting from his body. She felt his arms grow tighter around her, and she could hear the sound of his heartbeat against his chest. A frightening thought hit her. Rhen brought one hand back to the front, pressing it against his heart. Lars looked down curiously, a blush on his cheeks. “Our hearts aren't going to beat when we take that potion,” Rhen whispered, fascinated by the steady rhythm against her hand, “This... may be the last time I hear your heartbeat like this.” Lars decided at that moment, that there was no way he could ever love another person as much as he did the woman in front of him. “I'll make sure you hear my heartbeat again,” Lars muttered, a solid promise. Rhen smiled. Someone cleared their throat. Lars and Rhen looked over in surprise, seeing Hector standing a few feet away looking uncomfortable. Before Lars could even give him a death glare, he held up his hands in surrender. “Look, ok, I didn't want to come chasing after you two! But there's a red-haired woman at the house looking for Rhen,” Hector said quickly. Rhen and Lars looked at each other, and then Rhen's breath caught. Red-haired woman? In a flash, Rhen was tearing across the yard, near tripping over a tree root. Could it be? Could it possibly be? And then Rhen saw her. “Talia?!” Rhen yelled, feeling tears collecting in her eyes. Talia stood in front of the house, sighing in relief when she saw Rhen. The girl ran to her and jumped into a fierce hug. “Hi, Rhen,” Talia said with a smile, making Rhen sob. Talia gently smoothed Rhen's hair as Hector and Lars caught up. “I'm... so glad... you're ok... where... have you been...” Rhen managed to get out through tears. “Shh, calm yourself down before you talk. I'm fine,” Talia replied, nodding her head in greeting when she saw Lars. Lars smiled and did the same. “Who is this?” Hector whispered to Lars, quite surprised at the tearful reunion. He was also inwardly grateful that he had interrupted the two for a good reason, so Lars had no right to get angry with him later. “Talia. She's the one who teleported Rhen to the eastern isle where you found her.” Hector's eyebrows rose in understanding. Rhen pulled back, wiping at her eyes to try and put herself back together. “Ok... seriously, where have you been?” Rhen asked with a deep breath. “I have been hiding out in the Dreamworld. I'm sorry I didn't come to you sooner, but I needed time to recover, and then I needed to find you,” Talia explained, bringing a hand up to her forehead, “I'm so glad you're safe.” “I'm glad you're safe,” Rhen copied, more relieved than she could possibly express. “You think you're in the condition to tell me what has happened?” Talia asked. Rhen laughed, waving her hand in the air. “Of course, of course. Tears just might keep coming,” Rhen spoke with a smile. “We'll leave you two to that then,” Lars said, motioning Hector to follow him inside the house. Talia's expression grew serious. “Do you know the situation in the Overworld?” “I know about the miasma. We were almost caught in it,” Rhen mumbled, grimacing at the memory. “But do you know how much land it has covered?” “We just came here, it'd say no more than two hours ago, and it was already taking over Veldt and the area around the Hungry Boar Tavern before we got here.” “It's speed has near doubled within the last five hours. It has almost engulfed all of the Wildwoods and has already hit Dirkon.” Rhen's heart sunk at the thought. Then she nearly had a heart attack. “Wait, nearly all of the Wildwoods? That means it'll hit Veldarah and Ghalarah soon!” Rhen exclaimed, clutching at Talia's robe. Lars's family, Hector's family, everyone at the magic academy... they were all in grave danger! Surely they had made plans to evacuate? “Exactly. I'm guessing you already have a plan, since you aren't freaking out. How do you plan to go back to the Overworld?” Rhen told her about the undead potion. She then told her about all that had happened thus far, and how many swords they had collected. “I don't know what we're going to do. There are still two swords out there somewhere,” Rhen spoke, forlorn. Talia nodded. “Yes, the sword of chaos was in the Dreamworld and the sword of shadows is in Thais.” Rhen's eyes widened. “In the Dreamworld? Then-” “Yes, I brought the sword of chaos with me. It's in the house,” Talia assured. Rhen hugged her again. “That's great! Then all we have to worry about it how to get to the sword of shadows. Why would we place the strongest sword in Thais?” Rhen asked with a puzzled frown. “Because only you can handle that sword, Rhen. It should be kept somewhere near you,” Talia answered. “Well that logic backfired on us in this situation.” “You know no one had any idea this would happen,” Talia spoke with a sigh, “Everything will be fine.” “That's what Lars keeps saying,” Rhen replied, fiddling with her fingers. “Speaking of Lars. I'm glad to see him with you. Though you two never got along very well, he was the first one that came to my mind in that moment,” Talia said, referring to the time she had teleported Rhen. “You couldn't have picked a better person.” Talia raised an eyebrow. “Really? I was actually second-guessing myself on that decision for some time now.” “Hey Talia? Can I tell you something? You have to promise not to freak out on me,” Rhen said. Now that she had announced her decision to one person, it felt a lot easier to tell others. And Talia should be one of the first to know anyway. “You can tell me anything.” “I'm going to denounce my title as queen.” “... what?!” Talia exclaimed disbelievingly, and then chuckled uneasily, “Rhen, please, don't joke about stuff like that.” Rhen frowned. “I'm serious.” Talia was absolutely befuddled. “You are just under too much pressure to think clearly right now. Don't make such huge decisions at a time like this.” “I should have made this decision a long time ago. Looks like I just needed Lars to make me understand my own feelings,” Rhen explained with a shake of her head. “Lars told you to do this?” “He didn't tell me to. It's my own decision,” Rhen said, close to snapping. She felt tense at the obvious rejection of the idea. “Rhen, what about your people? What about Dameon? Do you know how disappointed he's going to be?” “He shouldn't be. If I tell him it's something I truly want, he'll let me do it. He can continue running the kingdom; you know as well as I that he would do a perfectly wonderful job alone.” “But-” “Look, I've said what I wanted to say. I was in a fairly happy mood and I want to keep it that way, so can we drop this?” Rhen begged, walking toward the house. Talia followed, unsure, with a tight frown on her lips.
  2. @shadowshed - I am most definitely keeping this as a one-shot. I don't like the concept of cheating/divorce, and I already made myself deal with it in Rush XD No more of that for me!
  3. Aaaaaaaaaand, the sound has been removed again. Sigh. Looks like they're going to keep doing this to me guys :cry:
  4. Aaaaaaaah, I feel so bad about updates >.< THIS IS NO WHERE NEAR THE WHOLE CHAPTER, but I thought I'd post whatever I had. Which is hardly nothing. And it's not the best something, but for some reason, I'm having a major writer's block on this chapter, so bah. NOTE: The vampiress who wanted a ghost to haunt her house appears here. I do not remember if she had an actual name. If she did, please tell me, but for now, she's Vorona. Rush KikoAyumi Pairing: LarsxRhen DameonxRhen Rating: T Warnings: Offensive language, angst, and some mature situations. I will definitely warn beforehand. Planned Length: Long. I’m going for a novel with this one. Updates: Absolutely random. I don’t have much time to sit and write any longer, so I can’t promise anything. NOTES: This takes place nearly two years after the end of Aveyond, when Rhen decided to become Queen and wed Dameon. Chapter 14 “So... what's the plan?” Swilly ventured. The four companions were just outside of Ghed'ahre, situated low in the bushes. “All I can think of is make a run for Te'ijal's house and hope she's home,” Rhen said, shifting her eyes to look at Hector, who was sprawled out on the ground, “For crying out loud, Hector, get up!” “I'm passed out,” Hector spoke, refusing to open his eyes as his body lay haphazardly against the grass. “We clearly believe you,” Lars drawled, kicking his friend in the side. “Ow!” Hector complained, slitting his eyes open just enough to glare up at his assaulter. “This Te'ijal vampire won't try to suck our blood?” Swilly asked a little worriedly. Before Rhen or Lars could assure her, Hector abruptly sat up, shaking the dirt from his hair. “Yes, she will, because she's a freaking vampire!” Hector exclaimed, crossing his arms in a huff, “Which is why I'm staying right here. You guys can go get eaten up in there if you want, but this guy is not moving from this spot!” “Te'ijal is our friend. She won't harm you,” Rhen sighed. Sure, seeing Hector scared out of his mind over the living dead was highly amusing, but it was quickly becoming a hindrance. “Well I don't know this Te'ijal chick! And didn't you have garlic necklaces like normal people who go to visit vampires do when you met her? … wait, no normal person would go see vampires anyway!” Hector seemed quite proud of this revelation, nodding to himself. “Fine,” Lars gave in, walking toward Ghed'ahre, “You stay here then, Hector. Wait for us, all alone in haunted woods, while we go and bring back some vampires.” Hector tensed, suddenly feeling the need to look around at the woods surrounding him. Rhen and Swilly trailed after Lars, keeping his word true. It got quiet. Quiet and dark. … did something just move over there?! In a flash, Hector was running after them. “Eh heh heh heh,” Hector laughed breathlessly, catching up to them, “You know, you guys don't stand a chance with these vampires. I'll tag along and keep you safe and all...” Lars snorted, pleased his plan had worked, while Swilly and Rhen giggled. “Just don't pass out on us, ok?” Rhen pleaded with a smile. Hector could only snort in response, trudging forward even as every fiber of his being was pulling him in the opposite direction. They darted into Ghed'ahre. It took no time at all for the lingering scent of human blood to permeate the air and alert near-by vampires of their presence. The vampires walking the grounds turned in obvious interest, the eldest able to stand their ground whilst the youngest of the bunch felt their instincts kicking in rather quickly. It was a young boy who lashed out first. Lars shielded them just in time, sending the young one flying back. “Keep them back, please!” Rhen exclaimed hopefully, glancing at the vampires who held their ground. It was easy to tell the vampires were highly disgruntled by their appearance, and pleads would more than likely not be answered. “Rhen?” Said girl skidded to a halt and looked behind her. A vampiress stood, regarding them carefully while a ghost swirled around her. “Vorona!” Rhen acknowledged. Vorona was suddenly in front of them, holding two vampires by their shirts as they tried to get to Rhen's party. “Why in the world are you not wearing garlic?” Vorona asked, scrunching up her nose. “We didn't have time. We need to see Te'ijal,” Lars spoke, sidestepping her as they walked passed. “Thank you!” Swilly yelled over her shoulder. In under a minute, they found themselves in Te'ijal's house, Lars shutting and locking the door quickly behind them. Out of breath, they stood with a hand on their chests. Hector, by now a pasty shade of white, leaned against the wall for support. “Who just barged in he- Rhen? Lars?” Galahad stood in the hallway, looking confused at their sudden arrival. “Rhen?” Te'ijal's voice echoed from further in the house, and within seconds, the vampiress was standing beside Galahad, “Well, to what do I owe the honor? Are you trying to tempt me with that blood of yours?” Hector tried his hardest to sink further into the wall. Rhen could only manage a smile. “It's good to see you again, both of you,” Rhen said warmly, her rushing heart slowly calming, “I think we're going to need your help.” “It is odd to see you two together,” Te'ijal remarked, choosing not to elaborate before turning attention to the man about to hyperventilate behind them, “Who is this?” “No one important!” Hector squeaked, his voice cracking, “You don't need to pay any attention to me!” Rhen, Lars, and Swilly snickered. “His name is Hector,” Lars introduced, ignoring Hector's wide-eyed “Why the heck did you just tell her that-she's gonna hunt me down!” look, “And this is Swilly.” Swilly curiously peaked over Rhen's shoulder.
  5. First of all, thanks so much to the people still reading and rereading this story, and all my other stories I'm kind of in a rut with Rush right now, and with some of the comments left on this story lately, I saw such an open ending and thought "Why not? I'll write a little more on it." Part 2 Lars felt awkward. The fire was still going, and though only small embers remained, it created enough light for Lars to make out Rhen's sleeping figure within the darkness. Lars had no idea quite how long they had sat there at the foot of the door. The left side of his cloak was still damp from the tears that had leaked from her eyes until she had finally worn herself out enough to nod off. She was now tucked into bed, blissfully unaware of the last moments. True to his word, Lars refused to leave. However, his mind was in a mess trying to figure out what to say to her when she awoke. Never in his life would he have thought he would witness anything like that. The girl who had saved the world from destruction had been trembling in his arms, clinging to him like a frightened child. Lars was angry at everyone. To let a young girl decide to come out here, out in the middle of nowhere, secluding herself from everyone? What kind of decision was that? What kind of friends were they? Humans weren't meant to be alone. And it was sad. It was sad that Rhen felt the need to choose this path after wanting to run away from the pressures of destiny. So what would she do now? What should he even suggest to her? Lars rubbed the back of his neck, his expression the epitome of being lost. He was never the best at consoling anyone. In fact, he couldn't remember a time where he had done such a thing. Growing up in a high class society, you quickly learned to take care of yourself and take pride in having things others didn't. There was no consoling, just competition. Even as he had held Rhen in his arms earlier, he was near silent. Only weak attempts at getting her to stop crying had escaped his lips, nothing meaningful or reassuring. Lars took a moment to glance around at the cabin. It was small and fairly empty. He was only able to skim over everything once before the flames finally died out and he was left sitting in darkness. A troubled sigh settling over his lips, he moved forward onto the bed carefully. With Rhen still sleeping soundly on the opposite side, Lars laid down, looking unseeingly at where she was lying. “If you freak out when you wake up in the morning, too bad. I am not sleeping on a hardwood floor,” Lars whispered into the darkness, shifting to find a comfortable position before lowering his eyelids. *-*-*-* Rhen knew she was awake, but even so, she refused to open her eyes quite yet. With the grogginess slowly leaving her consciousness, scenes began playing before her. Seeing Lars standing in the rain, talking with him in her cabin, clinging to him and crying her eyes out... she was tempted to think it was a dream. Opening her eyes to see another dull day was scaring her. It was inevitable, though, and with the last of her nerve, she opened her eyes. She was lying on her back, so the first thing she saw was the all-to-familiar ceiling hanging over her head. With a slowly sinking heart, she turned her head. As foolish as it was, Rhen's body jumped at the sight of the man next to her. Seconds ticked by, and she finally took a breath, realizing that no, that wasn't a dream. Heat spread throughout her face. It was embarrassing to think she had actually broken down like that in front of Lars, of all people. But he had stayed. Rhen felt ridiculous for feeling ridiculously happy at that thought. She sat up, rubbing at her eyes while briefly wondering what time it was. Should she wake him up or let him sleep? Determining she had caused him enough trouble, Rhen slipped out of bed and tiptoed out of the cabin. The sun shown bright in the sky, making her wince. The ground was soft from the rain, and puddles had formed in the low parts of the lawn. Dodging those puddles, she made her way to the edge of the forest to a group of apple trees. The harsh winds from the previous night had knocked down quite a few apples, some near half-way deep in the mud. After taking a few, she made her way back in the cabin, still mindful of her sleeping guest. She washed the apples in a small bucket, setting them on a dry towel. Making the towel into a makeshift bag, she took the apples over to the bed and sat down. Silently observing Lars, she bit into one of the apples. It was odd. Even though they had established a friendship by the time their journey had ended, seeing Lars here was a hard pill to swallow. If anyone ever chased after her, she was sure it'd be Dameon at her doorstep. Thinking back to Lars's words, she frowned. Dameon was still thinking she would come back. That probably meant he thought she would change her mind about taking the position as queen. Is that what Lars thought, too? Rhen didn't want that. But she also couldn't stand the thought of being alone anymore. A place of belonging plagued her mind. She wasn't able to dwell on the thought for long, though, when she felt the bed shift. Lars lazily blinked up at her, taking in the situation. “Apple?” Rhen offered, watching his eyes clear and widen. “Uh...” Lars said not-so-intelligently, sitting up. Rhen picked one up and placed it on his side of the bed, taking another bite of her own. Lars stared at it for a moment before taking it, rolling it around in his hands. “How... are you... feeling?” Lars asked slowly. Rhen chewed and swallowed. “Strangely light,” Rhen replied, then smiled sheepishly, “Sorry for the waterworks yesterday.” Lars was pleasantly surprised at her attitude. “I thought I would wake up to you screaming your head off because I slept in the bed,” Lars said in all honesty. “The great Lars sleeping on the floor? Blasphemy!” “I'm glad you understand.” They both shared a laugh. A comfortable silence settled within the room as they munched on the apples. Lars was still thinking hard, wondering he should say. A decision had to be made here, but it was near heartbreaking to bring anything up now when things seemed so volatile. “How long will you be here?” Well, she beat him to it. “As long as you want me to,” Lars replied, though the words rang false. He had less than a week before his students' break would be over, and they needed their teacher back in the classroom, “Do you know what you're going to do?” “What I'm going to do?” Rhen asked, clueless. “You can't be serious,” Lars muttered, shaking his head, “I can't stay here forever, Rhen. And after last night, I can't just leave you here either.” Rhen straightened before replying, “Look, I'm happy you stayed and I'm sorry about last night, but you don't feel that you have to take responsibility for me.” “Too bad. I already feel that way.” “Well don't!” “Now you're acting childish.” “And you're acting like my father!” “I'm acting like someone worried about his friend,” Lars responded, apple forgotten as he stared her down, “And I'll be damned if I see you break down like that again.” His words warmed her. That happy feeling from earlier coursed back through her veins. Despite everything she had been through with this man, Lars was a great guy. “Because, you know, the dampness on my cloak felt awkward and my butt hurt from sitting on that floor for so long and then I had to carry your heavy self to the bed...” … ok, he was still an asshole. She shoved a pillow in his face. The sudden force caused Lars to drop his apple. “Ah! I still had a couple bites left out of that!” Lars exclaimed. “Starve,” Rhen proclaimed, turning to get out of bed. She was halfway off when a weight settled over her shoulders, making her lose balance and fall back on the bed, “Wha-!?” “This time, you don't go, and just listen to me,” Lars spoke, tightening his arms around her shoulders and resting his head on the right side of her own, “You can live with your Ma and Pa in Clearwater again. You can live in Sedona, we've been keeping up with that house you know. You could even come to Veldarah. The headmaster would welcome you in the academy with open arms. You have so many other choices that don't involve being a queen, Rhen.” “But everyone will be disappointed in me,” Rhen mumbled, relaxing in his hold and even lying one of her hands on his arm, “I'll be mocked for not taking responsibility. I couldn't stand all those people looking at me in dissatisfaction.” “And anyone who thinks that isn't even worth fretting over. It's your life, and there is no reason to let it all slip away out here,” Lars reasoned. “You make it sound so simple.” “It is simple. I'll even hire bodyguards for you! Anyone who gives you a disapproving look will get beat up!” Rhen laughed joyfully at the crazy suggestion. “You damn rich kid,” Rhen said between giggles. Lars grinned. “So what'll it be?” Rhen tapped her fingers against his arm, contemplating. “... you have to go back to the academy, right?” Rhen asked, feeling Lars nod his head, “I guess I'll just follow you and see what happens from there.” The brilliant smile on his face was the last bit of reassurance Rhen needed. *-*-*-*-* Aw, the fluff! @daeva_agas - I have no idea, but for the sake of this story, I will pretend vampires can get pregnant >_>
  6. :laughing: Oh I love those awkward moments in RPGs where the entire party is being ignored XD The sprites/face sets you made were awesome.. this seems like a wonderful ending to Aveyond =D! A+ for the Llama Song + llamas and daevas A++ for the daevas leaving Dameon behind XD
  7. @Blurble - My gosh, I haven't been through the game in so long.. did Lars chose the dress at that shop in Sedona? XD
  8. Well this is definitely a treat! I've always thought of ways Rhen would leave Dameon, not the other way around! And wow, 10 years is pretty long. Wonder if Lars and Rhen have been in contact during all that time. Good start. Looking forward to them meeting again
  9. I am loving this so far!! Your writing style is very enjoyable, and I'm excited to see how this plot plays out. Best of luck!
  10. @sandstorm1998 - I don't think I enjoyed the ending either. Blame other angsty fanfics that put this idea in my head ._. @Night's_Demon - I wish so too ;~; @connielj001 - So true. Hm, just wondering here, do you guys prefer when someone does a one-shot or do you prefer multi-chapter stories? I've noticed when someone does a one-shot, people beg for a continuation, but I've also seen a multi-chapter story start losing readers because they eventually become disinterested.
  11. :laughing: That was so sweet and yet.. XD! Never thought I'd see shounen-ai on Amaranthia, though it's perfectly fine with me I will never look at the daevas the same way again. I thought all these drawings from d_a would make me more prepared, but =shakes head= Awesome
  12. Oh gosh, I love this! It just made me feel very calm and warm and reminiscent. :love: And it's so, so incredibly nice to see a story like this, where true love wins over all trials. Those two deserve to be happy
  13. @shadowshed - Aw, =bandages you up= @Blurble - I'm glad the suspense was there I've changed 'orbs' to 'eyes.' I agree 'orbs' does sound a little weird. Sometimes I try to over-complicate things when I want them to be good, and usually the simple stuff is all I really need. @sana96 - Thank you for taking it well XD I'm afraid I'll get some tomatoes thrown at me one of these days for going against my main pairing >>
  14. Title: The Wedding Author: Kiko Ayumi Rating: Everyone Warnings: Major sap. Lars's POV ------------------------------------------------- Music floods my ears. It is the sweet sound of bells and the timeless Wedding March filling the room, signifying a single moment in time. For me, this moment in time is incredibly important. So... so important, as everyone stands from their pews and turns around to feast their eyes upon a beautiful sight. Crack. And a beautiful sight she is. Marvelous. Breathtaking. I can't take my eyes off her, nor would I ever want to. White... a gown of pure snow drapes over her figure and trails behind her, whispering against the rich red and gold trimmed rug beneath her hidden feet. A veil hangs over her face, leaving the audience in wonder and awe. Yellow roses make up the bouquet she holds in her hands, and I can't help but smile at the nontraditional choice. It suits her so well. Crack. She's within my reach now. She's right in front of me. It takes everything I have not to reach out and take her into my arms. Hold her and never let go. But as the music ceases, I refrain, and let the sacred ceremony continue. Crack. The priest is talking. Somewhere in my fog-filled mind, I register the fact, but I don't hear the words. I'm too focused on those eyes. Those ocean blue eyes that are shadowed by the veil. My hands itch to pull it up so I can see her face properly. To see that addicting smile. It's like a drug. I want to hear her voice tell me to calm down; stop being so nervous. Heaven above knows I'd listen to anything she says. Crack. Finally. Finally the veil has been lifted. I'm struck speechless. Those blue eyes are twinkling with delight, with passion, with love. That smile. That soft, promising smile that I wanted to see is right there, painted over with a thin layer of gloss and oh so tempting. Her skin shines with a healthy and slightly pink glow. She positively radiates happiness. I love seeing her this way. I love her. I love her more than anything I've ever known. More than anything I ever will know. “I do.” The promise lingers in the air, wrapping around me like a warm blanket. Crack. The rest of the reception goes by in a blur of colors, cheers, and joyous tears. It is not until the guests are about to leave that she hugs me. Within a millisecond, I wrap my arms around her and hold her tightly. Her body is warm, her hair wondrously soft against my chin. She fits so perfectly here. So perfectly. “Thank you, Lars.” She whispers words of praise, her breath making my ear tingle. It gives me shivers. She backs out of my arms, smiling that contagious smile. I follow her out of the reception hall. The guests are lined up on the street, turning excitedly at our approach. A carriage awaits on the road, elegant, cursive writing baring 'Just Married' on the back. Crack. She steps into the carriage carefully, holding up her skirts. I stand aside with the other guests. She's pulled into an embrace. An embrace not of my own, nor ever will be. It is Dameon who will forever stand beside her. The carriage begins its journey, and the crowd around me becomes wild. But there is only a dull silence in my ears, as I watch the carriage drive further away. Silence, all but that annoying, terrifying Crack. And when the carriage pulls out of sight, my heart finally breaks. ------------------------------------------------- Oh gosh, oh gosh, please don't kill me, 'kay?
  15. Oh gosh, this was just amazing XD Crack FTW! I literally laughed out loud when Dameon's 'face' came up
  16. That was So. Freaking. Adorable. =BARELY contains fangirl squeal= I love you ;~; You are one of my favorite authoresses~! And you used Ylitta too! You're the only one besides me who has put Ylitta in a story that I've seen! :loving::loving::loving::loving::loving::loving:
  17. Gosh, I'm so happy to see that a lot of people thought Rhen becoming a slave wasn't the right way to go Right when that happened, I was like "Nooooo, what'd I do wrong?!" and restarted. XD But after it happened the second time, I just decided to go with it. When it came to the Dreamworld, I was creamed during the first fight. So I decided I would just be all ninja-like and dodge all the monsters like a plague. I don't remember exactly what level I was on, but it was like a situation that daeva_agas said.. fighting Agas at a low level is not fun @.@ I can't count how many times I defeated a leader, automatically thought I had the daeva's soul, went all the way back to Aveyond, and then figured out "... oh yeah. Kinda needed to get the soul from the temple." That was so frustrating XD I'm sure I made plenty more mistakes in the three times I've played AV1 through, but I haven't played in quite a while..
  18. @sana96 - I'm happy it's re-readable material After I read your post, I decided to read this again myself.. and I have come to the conclusion that I am never satisfied with anything I write. Every time I go back and reread something, my mind is going "That scene could have been written better" or "That character was too OOC there" XD But I would be rewriting my stories left and right if I did anything about it, so =sigh= I really haven't given much thought as to what will come after Rush. Hopefully some new inspiration will hit~
  19. The Danny/Teijal interaction was very amusing I noticed I tend to not leave feedback very often.. but I am keeping up with these entries! Continuing to love each one ^__^! Keep it up~
  20. Oooo, I'm so proud of Lars for speaking up before he had to let her go Really cute and fluffy~!!
  21. Rush KikoAyumi Pairing: LarsxRhen DameonxRhen Rating: T Warnings: Offensive language, angst, and some mature situations. I will definitely warn beforehand. Planned Length: 18 - 20 Chapters Updates: Absolutely random. I don’t have much time to sit and write any longer, so I can’t promise anything. NOTES: This takes place nearly two years after the end of Aveyond, when Rhen decided to become Queen and wed Dameon. Chapter 13 “And we are once again without a sword,” Hector drawled, shuffling backwards and falling onto his bed with a thump, “How many more are there, anyway?” The Inn in Brumwich was relatively small and the beds lacked the right amount of cushion. Hector grimaced at this fact, squirming amongst the sheets. After some tossing and turning, not to mention a few punches aimed at the mattress, a defeated sigh slipped from his lips. He turned to look at his companion, fully aware of his question still hanging in the air. Lars was not even looking at him, but was staring the ceiling down as if it had personally wronged him. Or maybe, Hector deduced, he was staring through the ceiling and up at the Gods, cursing the injustices of life. The fact that the ceiling had done nothing but innocently cover their heads throughout the time they had been in Brumwich, he decided it was the later. Without a second thought, he extended his arm and slapped the inside of his palm against the nightstand. The loud sound not only made Lars come back to earth, but to Hector's enjoyment, startled him quite visibly. “Quit being emo,” Hector advised, acting like Lars was not sending a highly annoyed glare his way. “I'm just thinking,” Lars muttered, turning his gaze back up to the ceiling. He shifted, bringing one knee up off the bed, before setting it back down in a huff. Hector grinned at this, knowing the sorcerer was just as uncomfortable on these beds as he was. “Thinking about what?” Was Hector's response. It was a rhetorical question, really. Hector figured one would have to be mentally ill to not know what was nagging on Lars's mind. No reason not to humor him, though. There was a silence that permeated the room, and Hector simply waited. He caught a ladybug climbing on his headboard and flicked it off. The red insect saved itself from a horrible landing by spreading its wings in midair. It flew over to the other side of the room, as if trying to distance itself from Hector as much as possible, and landed. Hector curiously watched it crawl around, wondering where it would settle, until Lars's voice cut through the silence. “I want to talk to her about earlier.” Hector didn't appreciate the vagueness. “Who?” “Don't play dumb,” Lars growled. “OH, you mean the Queen of Thais! Dameon's wife! I see, I see.” Hector observed just how many muscles could twitch in Lars's face. “What the hell, Hector?” Lars near yelled. He watched as his best friend sat up and eyed him. The look was so condescending it made the hair on the back of Lars's head stand up. “I'm reminding you of the facts. Lars, I would have your back in any other situation but this... you're being selfish. She has her own life, one that she chose. And now that life has been ripped to shreds and she's more vulnerable than she's ever been,” Hector spoke, lacing his fingers together. “I know she chose it, but Hector, surely you aren't blind? She isn't happy!” “Then why is she so devastated now that she lost what was her life?” “People died. Right in front of her eyes! Of course she's devastated!” “The reason she keeps looking down at that ring is not because people died,” Hector rebutted, making Lars visibly wince, “Lars, it was fine in the beginning. You messed up and kissed her, but then you backed off. You should have kept it like that and let her decide what to make of it. But no, instead, you keep plowing ahead, reaching for what you want with this twisted new-found hope because she happened to fall at your doorstep.” “It wasn't all me,” Lars pleaded, guarded as he chose his words carefully, “She confides in me. She sought me out for what I felt. She kissed me-” “Dameon was first. He's not available right now, so guess what?” The words were cruel; their unsaid meaning gripping Lars's chest like a vice. The sorcerer stood, trembling with barely concealed anger, and raised his fist. Hector sat still, didn't even flinch, as he watched the fist descending upon his face. The blow whipped his head to the side. Eyes that had closed upon contact now slid open, white splashes clouding his vision as the throbbing sensation on his cheek slowly registered in his brain. The white dots eventually dissipated amongst the tan-ness of the blanket beneath him, and Hector faintly heard the door to the room open and close. He stayed in that position, head hanging over the bed. His cheek was screaming in aggravation, pleading for an ice pack. He just grit his teeth and let it throb. He finally sat up when his neck began hurting. Glassy, watery eyes stared up at the spot on the ceiling Lars had been so determined to glare at earlier. She hadn't answered him. When he told Rhen not to hurt Lars, she had changed the subject. She still wasn't sure. As much as it hurt Lars to hear him say what he did, it would hurt so... so much worse if Rhen ran right back into Dameon's arms. Hector didn't want Lars to go into this with such high hopes when the outcome was undecided. “Sorry,” Hector muttered into the empty room. The ladybug from before appeared, landing on the ceiling. Hector barely registered it before he could see nothing but a blurry red dot. *-*-* In the next room over, completely unaware of the tension next door, Rhen crossed her arms and set her chin atop. She was lying on her stomach, absentmindedly swinging her legs back and forth in the air behind her. Swilly was busy making herself a small, makeshift bed on the dresser. “Hey Swilly? Have you ever been in love?” Rhen ventured. Swilly paused in her ministrations and raised an eyebrow. “No, I haven't.” Rhen let out a long puff of air and buried her head in her folded arms before speaking, her voice muffled, “Well don't ever do it. It's confusing and torturous.” Swilly snorted at the blunt reply. Contemplating, the fairy zipped over and sat on Rhen's pillow. “Can I ask you something?” “Yeah?” “Why did you marry Dameon?” Rhen looked up in surprise, the question catching her off-guard. Why? There were so many reasons why... “What exactly are you looking for? He was a charmer right from the start,” Rhen spoke, a soft smile fluttering across her lips, “He's strong, both mentally and physically. He's brilliant and he uses that mind to govern Thais in the best way possible... citizens adore him. I know, without a doubt, he would stay by my side no matter what.” “Ok, then why did you kiss Lars?” Rhen sat up, fast as lightning, her face a brilliant red. “How do you know that!?” Rhen hissed frantically. “Hector told me.” “How does he know?!” “Breathe, Rhen,” Swilly advised, calmly observing the uptight girl, “I think Lars told him.” Trying to do what Swilly had told her, Rhen took a deep breath and let it back out, cheeks still dusted red. Just the thought of that kiss... well... She didn't know what to do with herself. She couldn't bring herself to lie; she wanted to kiss him. But the implications of what that meant were the scariest things. Rhen was fully aware of how much of a yo-yo her feelings had been lately, and a nagging part of her mind was screaming at her to get her thoughts straight. Unfortunately, there were just too many variables to take into account at the moment. Insecurity and doubt were evil things. “Are you going to avoid the question?” Swilly goaded. “Why are you being so persistent?” Rhen nearly whined, shifting to wrap her arms around her knees. Swilly rolled her eyes at the blatant avoidance. “Look, think about what you just told me a couple minutes ago,” Swilly said, getting a curious look from Rhen, “With the way you just described Dameon, it seems like everything was fine with you two.” “Yes...? It wa- is,” Rhen stressed, slumping her shoulders a bit when the weight of the situation came flying back to her by her own words. “So why would you tell me that love is confusing and torturous?” Swilly asked, and was pleased when Rhen stiffened, “You're in love with Lars.” “But I can't be! I can't! I'm married, I'm the queen of Thais, we hated each other!” Rhen hissed desperately, though her resolve was breaking with every defense, “We butt heads constantly. He's a brat. My destiny wasn't supposed to have him in it!” The young queen was very much on the edge of tears. Feeling slightly guilty for bringing this on, Swilly flew up and hugged one of Rhen's hands for comfort. “I'm sorry for bringing it up Rhen,” Swilly apologized softly, patting her hand, “But listen. Stop saying that 'you can't'. It's as simple as you do or you don't.” Rhen's heart thumped loudly as the words brought back a memory. “You’re right. With Swilly gone now… maybe it was jealousy after all,” Rhen answered. “… She’s a fairy,” Lars reiterated disbelievingly. Rhen grinned, shrugging. “Love is love.” Lars frowned, turning away. Her own words caused a lump to form in her throat. The Snow Queen being jealous of Swilly... just as Lars did not believe it possible, Rhen was coming up with excuse upon excuse as to why she could not love him. Love is love. So simple, yet it held the greatest impact in the world. And Rhen was just hit, hard. *-*-*-* The next morning was unbearably silent. Even though they were all sitting around the same table, satisfying their stomachs for the day, detachment hung in the air like a cloud. Lars brooded. He could have been eating crayons for all he cared; there was no taste. His mind was too preoccupied with the cutting words his best friend had told him the night before, as well as resentment for letting the night pass without ultimately saying a word to Rhen. He avoided eye contact with both of them. Hector was tense, shoving food around on his plate more than he was shoving it into his mouth. A little ball he knew was guilt bounced around in his stomach. He was regretting the way he'd handled things with Lars, but didn't quite know how to smooth things over with him. There was really nothing he could say that would make things better, not when Rhen was sitting over there still not knowing what she was going to do. Said girl had a different strategy of getting lost in her own thoughts. She had eaten her breakfast in a massive hurry, the plate now in front of her with a few measly crumbs, and settled her full attention on what was out the window. Nothing was particularity interesting out there, the view was blocked by some trees, but her eyes never wavered. Swilly was the only one daring enough to let her eyes roam where she pleased. Of course, she was the one who played the innocent bystander in all this. She had decided to give Rhen some advice last night, but she had no idea if she had gotten through to the girl. Nibbling on bacon, she sighed, hoping they would get going soon. Surely this silence couldn't last forever. Hector pushed his plate away. It was still half full, but he didn't have the stomach to eat it. When he looked up, he met Swilly's gaze, and stood up. “I'm going outside for a minute,” Hector excused himself. “I'll come with you,” Swilly volunteered, zipping over to his shoulder. Rhen and Lars both watched them leave, but didn't voice their goodbyes. Rhen turned back toward the window, leaning her head heavily on her hand. For the first time that morning, Lars glanced at her. She looked highly distracted, and he couldn't blame her. They were getting close to the final confrontation. And after that... What would become of things after that? He could almost feel his heart being tugged by the urge to talk to her. Which is why it nearly stopped beating when she talked instead. “We'll have something for Solaris to eat, right?” Rhen asked, turning toward him. “Yeah, I already took care of that before we started eating,” Lars responded, Rhen nodding in confirmation. Lars watched with apprehension when she bit her lip, ocean blue eyes dropping down to the table. “Lars,” Rhen spoke his name more strongly than she felt, lacing her fingers together on the tabletop, “I c-” The door busted open, causing the two of them to jump in their seats. “Rhen!” Hector exclaimed, eyes wide, “You should come see this!” The sense of urgency in his tone had Rhen out of her seat and out the door within seconds, Lars a step behind. The entire sky was abnormally dark. What had been a black line along the horizon had grown significantly, stretching across the sky with spidery black arms. “How did it suddenly move so fast?!” Lars asked in wonder, his eyes squinting as wind whipped against his face. “We have to go now,” Rhen ordered, running back in the Inn to grab their stuff. The others followed close behind, confused and worried. What had caused the sudden advance? Hector sheathed the swords while Lars packed up their blankets and food. After tying two swords to his belt, Hector handed the other one to Lars. Despite the rush he was in, Lars paused when the Sword of Might was pressed in his hand. “I'll sacrifice my manliness for today,” Hector said, gesturing to the yellow and pink swords adorning his figure, “Sort of an apology for last night.” Lars grinned, securing the sword on his own belt, before replying, “What manliness?” Hector pursed his lips to stop a smart remark from emerging. 'Apology, apology, apology,' the word kept repeating in Hector's mind as he glared at Lars. Lars laughed, slinging a bag over his shoulder and walking out of the room. Despite the glare, Hector was relieved Lars wasn't holding a grudge against him. The four met in the foyer, double checking everything they had before leaving Brumwich behind. The walk to Solaris was quick and windy. The dragon was immensely pleased upon seeing them, even more so when she was fed. After her meal, they soared off into the sky, heading for the Southern Isle. The inky blackness grew thicker as they approached the desert lands. The entire island had been cast in shadows. Rhen didn't even want to imagine what had become of Thais. Rhen leaned forward when something strange caught her eye. Lights... moving lights were shining their way through the darkness ahead. “What's that?” Rhen questioned, making Lars, Hector, and Swilly aware of them. As they grew closer, shapes could be seen. “The people of Veldt?” Lars wondered aloud. Sure enough, a huge crowd of people were making their way across the desert and away from Veldt. Lanterns lit their way, supplies carried on their backs. They were near running. “Hector, go down!” Rhen exclaimed. Hector glanced back at her before maneuvering the reigns. Solaris slowly changed their course, circling downwards. The large creature apparently startled the citizens, for their was some screaming from below. “Crap!” Hector yelled when he noticed a group of archers aiming to attack, “Don't!” His plead was unheard. Gritting his teeth, he pulled harshly on the reigns just as the arrows were shot. Solaris made a quick left due to the jerk, but one of the arrows still managed to pierce a piece of her wing. She yelled in aggravation, snorting at the archers below. “We don't mean you any harm, please!” Rhen shouted. The archers heard the plea this time, pausing in contemplation. “What's going on? Why are you running away from Veldt?” Lars shouted, cursing as the wind picked up. A woman who was carrying a baby, probably the wife of one of the archers (or maybe all of them) since she had stayed behind with them, apparently sensed no danger with the situation and answered, “The black skies are bringing miasma from the west. We were informed it would hit Veldt soon.” Rhen grit her teeth, and then felt her heart plummet. Miasma? About to hit Veldt? But that would mean Thais was already covered in it! How would they get there unharmed?! “Thank you!” Lars shouted down to them before turning to Hector, “Go, now. We have to see if Veldt has a sword before this miasma hits.” With a flap of her wings that put out some of the lanterns out below, Solaris once again took off into the sky. “What if no one is in Veldt? It doesn't look like we'll have much time to search for a sword,” Swilly expressed her worry from Rhen's pocket. Her voice could only be heard by Rhen over the wind. Rhen just shook her head, not sure herself. Solaris landed just outside of Veldt's gates. The palace stood on the highest mountain, its shimmering metallic looking a dull grey. For the most part, the whole city looked deserted. “Let's go up to the palace,” Lars suggested, softly putting a hand on Rhen's shoulder. She turned to look at him, a halfhearted smile settling on her face before she pressed on. It was strange, seeing such a lively and colorful place so dead. Elini and John flashed through Rhen's mind. It would have been nice to run into them, though not necessarily in these circumstances. Just as they reached the front of the palace, the front doors swung open. Rhen nearly jumped out of her skin as two people rushed out, promptly stopping upon seeing the trio. “I thought everyone had evacuated... ah!” One exclaimed, eyes going wide after studying Rhen, “You're the queen of Thais!” The other cringed at that fact, narrowing her gaze on the travelers before asking, “What the hell is going on over there?” A shiver raced down Rhen's back. Their gazes imitated the hostile ones she had received in Dirkon. “We're trying to stop whatever is going on over there!” Hector reasoned, waving a hand in the air, “Is one of the legendary swords here or not?” Lars jabbed his elbow into Hector's side, not approving of his impatience. Hector ignored it, standing taller as if to intimidate his opponent. There was no intimidating a Veldtian woman, however. Shifting her cloth-covered items over to one arm, she reached forward with her free hand and grasped his collar tightly. “Is that how to ask for anything, little boy?” She grated out. Hector flushed red at the insult, and sweat broke out on his brow when he felt the power of this woman seeping into his skin. Lars and Rhen couldn't help but grin. “Regardless of his tactless self,” Rhen tried to amend, fueling Hector's anger, “Yes, I am the queen of Thais, and we believe the only way to stop this... miasma is if we collect all of the legendary swords.” The woman released her hold, much to Hector's relief, and glanced at her companion. The man shrugged. After a quick glance at the blackness's source, she shrugged herself. “Either way we could die, I guess,” she spoke, uncovering some of the cloth in her arms. There amongst blue linen, the Sword of Silence slept. Swilly's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. “What luck!” Swilly exclaimed happily as Rhen was handed the sword. The Veldtian woman regarded the happy fairy with a pulled-up lip. “You continue to celebrate while we get the hell out of here,” she said, pushing past the group and flying down the steps. The man jumped upon her sudden departure, running after her. “That was one scary woman,” Hector remarked as they made their way down the steps. “We told you about Veldt, Hector. The woman hold all the power here,” Rhen explained. Hectors eyes widened in realization. “That's this place?! Where woman have like a million husbands?” “I think a million is pushing it,” Lars responded. “Whatever. You know what I'm talking about. No wonder I had a bad feeling about this place,” Hector said in disgust, looking to his left by pure chance and felt his throat grow dry, “... go. GO GO!” With a force that nearly sent them flying face-first on the ground, Rhen and Lars found themselves being pushed toward. “What the-?!” Lars managed, before the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Something was behind them... In the next moment, Lars grabbed Rhen's arm and started running for dear life. Her feet barely managing to keep up with the pace, Rhen risked a look over her shoulder. Swilly had the same idea, zipping up to Rhen's shoulder and peeking over. It was no longer just an indistinguishable color in the sky. A thick cloud of blackish purple poison was crawling along the land, swallowing everything within its wake. Solaris could feel the change in the air, restlessly shuffling around, but loyally standing her ground. “Where are we going to go?!” Hector asked quickly, heaving himself up on Solaris. He held a hand out for Rhen, which she gratefully took. Lars handed her the luggage once she was up, before quickly getting on himself. Rhen's mind was a jumbled mess. Hector's question lingered in the air, and she had no idea what to say. If they ran away from the miasma, they would be running from the root of the problem! Think... think! “Head for the Wildwoods,” Lars commanded, startling her from her thoughts. Hector, hearing the familiar name, took off without a second thought, “Hug the miasma. This is going to be tight.” “What are we doing?” Rhen asked, twisting around to face him. “We need some sort of shelter,” Lars said out loud, pausing before leaning closer to Rhen, “Halloween Hills is the only chance we have. The gate to the Underworld is in the Wildwoods... there's a good possibility this miasma will not transfer from one world to the other with the gates closed.” “But then what...?” Lars frowned, shaking his head, “Don't think too far ahead. Right now we have to focus on getting to that gate.” “Halloween Hills? Won't Hector freak out?” Swilly inquired. “Better than dying,” Lars countered. “What are you all whispering back there and why the hell am I out of it?” Hector yelled, glancing back at them for a moment. Rhen leaned forward, placing her hands against his back. “There's a gate built into one of the cliffs in the Wildwoods. You know where the Hungry Boar Tavern is? We're aiming for a little south of that,” Rhen instructed, looking out over the sea. The Eastern Isle could faintly be seen ahead. “What's there that could help us?” Hector asked. Rhen smiled sweetly. “Trust us.” Hector didn't look very convinced, but he proceeded regardless. Upon reaching the outskirts of the Eastern Isle, they noticed Land's End was already completely consumed by the dark cloud. “We don't have time to land Solaris out of the forest and walk to the gate. We'll have to take her as low as she can go and jump off!” Lars reasoned. Solaris seemed rather opposed to the idea. She was already restless because of the massive amount of energy to her right, that she did not feel up to trying to skim the tops of the trees. “Come on!” Hector exclaimed, pulling on the reigns. Solaris growled, irritated, but drew closer to the ground. “There!” Rhen shouted when she saw the gate. Hector's eyebrows furrowed as he studied the doorway. It seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. Solaris stopped just out of the gate. Lars swung his leg over and jumped off. When his feet touched the ground, he stumbled, propelled forward by gravity. His knees hit the dirt and it took a moment for him to collect himself before looking up. “Drop the supplies!” He shouted. Rhen, one by one, let the sacks fall into Lar's hold before jumping down herself. “Thanks Solaris,” Hector whispered tenderly, patting the dragon's neck, “Take off!” With that last command, Solaris took off into the air just as Hector harshly hit the ground. The miasma was barely brushing their feet. “Go inside!” Lars yelled. They all rushed toward the gate and ran inside. There was a sudden flash of swirling black, blues, and purples. In the next moment, they stood looking at a darkened landscape filled with dead, twisting trees. A bat flew over their heads, read eyes leering at them curiously. Rhen spun around, looking at the gate they had just passed through. It looked undisturbed. “You were right!” Rhen exclaimed in barely self-contained delight, hugging Lars from the side. Lars grinned triumpantly. Swilly laughed, flying out of Rhen's pocket and joined the hug. One member of the group, however, stood perfectly still. “.... where are we?” Hector asked. Deep, deep inside, he already knew. Rhen pulled back from the hug, smirking at the devastated look Hector had on his face. “We're in the Underworld!” Swilly confirmed. Lars and Rhen moved fast, just barely managing to grab the fleeing Hector, who set his gaze on the gate. “Let me GO!” Hector exclaimed, squirming and jerking within their hold. Lars and Rhen had to hold in their laughter. “You'll die out there, idiot!” Rhen exclaimed. “I'll die HERE. Some vampire is gonna suck my blood and it'll be slow and painful and if I go out there, it'll be quick and I won't have to suffer!” Hector rambled, not in the right mind to consider how painful it would be to die by breathing in poison. Laughter finally broke from Lars's lips. Swilly put a finger to her chin, thinking. “Speaking of vampires, do we even have any garlic?” Swilly asked. The struggling trio suddenly grew still. Lars and Rhen looked at each other with wide eyes, as if the thought just came to their minds. Hector promptly fainted. ---- Oh Hector. XD So, our heroes are now in the Underworld! .. without garlic O_o Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
  22. This is so good ;~; Like.. the way you describe Rhen's thoughts on finally thinking of the possibility.. it's perfect XD I feel I rushed my 'Rhen looking at Lars like a man' in Rush (rushed in Rush, heh) Finding writings like this leave me itching to rewrite it Will be looking forward to updates! .. and I felt so bad for Lars :cry:
  23. I'm right handed as well. I can write with my left hand if I concentrate, but I could not draw with it to save my life
  24. @sandstorm1998: Oh gosh, thank you sooo much for the confirmation! Now I know how to properly plan out the story!
  25. Hey guys! Ok, I want to get this right, so I'm gonna ask one more time about the swords. Dreams Light Might Silence Chaos Shadows There are 7 daevas, though, and I thought there was a sword for each..? Is there a Dark sword or something else I'm missing? And, despite my papers, tests, and finals, I HAVE been thinking about this story a lot! I actually have been working on the outlines in between my classes and before I knew it, I had the entire outline finished for both Chapter 13 and 14! I'd really appreciate the help!
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