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    The Darkthrop Prophecy (A Blurble Rewrite)

    Prologue The orb flew out of Mel's hands and into Spook's. "What the-" Mel began, lunging forward to grab it back. Spook laughed and was suddenly transformed into a face Mel knew far, far too well. "Gyendal!" Edward exclaimed, shocked. Gyendal flicked a glance at him and made a small gesture with his hand. There was a sharp acrid bzzzzzzt and Edward collapsed, groaning, to the floor. "Edward!" Mel said, and found that she couldn't run towards him. There was something in her way, something she couldn't see, like a thick, slimy wall between her and the prince. "Edward!" she cried, again, pounding at the wall. He was lying there, crumpled up. There wasn't any blood but then there usually wasn't, when it came to magic. She couldn't tell, if he was... if he was... He crawled, weakly, to his feet, and somewhere inside Mel her heart which had stopped started working again. "Mel..." he said, and reached out his hand to meet the same barrier Mel herself was encountering. "Mel, Mel, Mel," Gyendal said, mockingly. "I could almost forgive you for all you have done to me. I would never have found the orb of death without your... help." He trailed off, smirking, and at the look of shock on Mel's face he doubled over, laughing. "Did you really think I liked you? How funny!" Mel fought the urge to rip his face off with her bare hands. And to think she had... to think she had... She swallowed, hard. No. She was missing the point. She'd only ever gone along with him because she'd wanted to make Edward jealous, that was all. It had worked, too, so the joke was on Gyendal all the way. She forced herself to laugh. "I'm not interested in psychotic ex-vampires," she said, and was glad to see the smug look on his face waver for just a fraction of a second. "Time to die, Gyendal!" She threw herself at him, knife in hand. Did she realize it was hopeless? On some level she did. He was at full power, now, and she was all alone. But what was she supposed to do? This was how she'd always fought, anyway, entirely on her own, entirely by herself. She couldn't let anyone-- She couldn't let Edward-- Still, it was hopeless. It took maybe a minute, for him to vector-lightning her to the edge of unconsciousness. She crumpled, seeing bright red flares go off behind her eyes. The floor of the cavern was so cool, to the touch. So strangely comfortable. She heard Gyendal approach and thought, resignedly, that this was probably it. Oh well. She'd known she'd never amount to anything much. But she wasn't going to beg for her life. That much she'd promised herself. "Go ahead, kill me!" She said, looking him straight in the eye. The dramatic effect was ruined, slightly, when she coughed up blood, dark red droplets on the cave floor, so this was what it felt... Gyendal chuckled, low and dark. "Kill you? I think not, clever girl. We both know the orb would be useless without you." He lifted her chin, looking down at her with a look that made Mel's blood run cold. She'd felt helpless, when he'd kidnapped her, but this was worse. This was... a look so cold, so vicious, so hungry... Her eyes stung. No, she wouldn't give him the pleasure of seeing her cry, she couldn't-! He grabbed her by the back of her neck and hauled her to her feet. "You will be my slave," he whispered into her ear, and she couldn't help the shudder that ran through her, the way he said that word. "And through you, I shall use the orb to destroy all who oppose me." He paused, considering. "shall we start with your friends?" He steered her, so she could see them more clearly, standing there, helplessly-- "N-" she half-whispered, choked back. He grinned. "I think yes," he said, delightedly. He repositioned his hands on her shoulders and she-- and she-- pain. cold, dark, lonely, hungry, hungry, hungry... Mothe-- damp brick walls shivering and always, always the sound of crying, except for when the Mother came in, and then there was silence and she was "You useless little brat" and a stinging pain across her cheek, a throbbing pain in her arm, a... Edward, standing there with his arms wrapped around the girl who was not her useless worthless filthy Seri the gang leader, laughing, "kick him, kick him" and there's only her and that little pile of rags, whimpering on the ground-- always, always the sound of crying pain. The magic coursed through her, the magic invaded every part of her, every part she kept locked away. She opened her mouth but she did not scream, she could not scream, there were tears flowing down her face and she couldn't feel anything but this white hot agony of awareness, of grief, of shame-- Edward, beating at the bubble, screaming to her-- The orb began to glow, dark magic swirling around, whipping her hair around her face, pain grief death-- "Noooooo!" She shouted, hoarse. There was a flash and a feeling like a string stretched taut snapping with all its might. Gyendal fell back and stumbled to regain his balance. He glared at Yvette and June. "Which one of you did it? Who broke my shield?" "It was not us, you fool, it was her!" Yvette said, and pointed at Mel. "M-me?" Mel said, and couldn't help but flick a glance behind her, as if there was someone else Yvette could have been pointing to. "I can't use magic! I'm a thief!" Even as she said it she felt herself sway-- "Don't just stand there, everyone! Get him!" Edward shouted, and Mel was vaguely aware of what happened after that, the flashes of magic-- she was fighting, hard, not to vomit. She staggered towards the wall and leaned against it, trying to keep standing, trying to follow what was going on-- Edward weaving in to swing at Gyendal leaving a trail of fire in his wake-- She breathed in, slowly, closed her eyes. She was not-- thinking of anything-- there, that was good. Her head felt numb, cold, calm. Exactly how she liked it. Gyendal collapsed. They stood there, panting, unsure of what came next. But Mel had recovered, needed to show that she had recovered. She staggered to join the rest of them. "It is finished, Gyendal. We have beaten you," she said. Mostly to hear herself say it. Ulf pulled an anti-magic bracelet out of his pocket. "where did you get that?" she asked, taken aback. "My time training under the alchemist was not completely innocent," he said, with a shy smile. "I knew Gyendal would be back so I prepared this for his return." He shuffled awkwardly, clearly proud of himself. "You'd better use it on him before he regains his strength," Edward pointed out. Ulf reached towards Gyendal with the bracelet. Gyendal leapt up, an empty elixir clattering to the floor behind him. "Get that thing away from me!" he shouted, swerving away. He made a complex gesture with his hands and a huge black portal opened behind him. "It is never finished between us, Darkthrop!" he shouted, and vanished. There was a pause. "Strange friends, you humans keep," Yvette said. "He's no friend of mine," Edward said, huffily. Mel raised her eyebrows. Then she winced, as a fresh wave of pain-- the purely physical kind, thankfully-- overtook her. "Ugh, my head," she said, kneeling. "Do not worry, it will not last long. It happens to most who first find their magic," Yvette said. Mel groaned, cradling her head between her knees. "I don't do magic! I am not one of you!" "Geez, it's not that bad," June said. Mel snuck her a glance from between her knees. June, young, fresh-faced, well-dressed, oblivious. She was suited to magic. But Mel-- Mel never wanted this, Mel never wanted... "My life is ruined!" She said, and meant it. "Look everyone, why don't we go outside and give Mel some space," Edward said, meaningfully. Yvette didn't seem to catch the hint until Edward steered her towards the door, and June lingered, clearly curious to see what would happen, but Ulf brought her along with him. Finally, everyone was gone but her and Edward. He came up to her, quickly taking in her current state-- she was shaking, uncontrollably, and he felt the urge to hug her but he knew what she was like when she was like this. She'd just shake him off. So instead he rested his hand lightly on her shoulder, tryign to express support, confidence... "Mel," he said, as gently as he could. "I don't know what happened here today, but it's going to be okay." He tilted her chin upwards, so she could look him in the eye, so she could see that he meant it. She nodded, imperceptibly. Goddess, her lips were trembling. He couldn't think when he'd last seen her this bad. He hesitated. "The others and I will meet you back in the Peliad library, okay?" She bit her lip, looking at him with the most pained expression. "Go," she whispered. He glanced back at her, still relucant, as he left. When she heard his last footsteps fade away she pulled herself back up on her feet. She paced, back and forth, her mind racing. Thoughts she did not want to think kept bubbling back up to the surface. Seri... the orphanage... Oh goddess. The prophecy. She was a mage. The prophecy. She wheeled on the orb, all her anger concentrating on that one awful, evil crystal. "You've ruined my life, orb," she hissed. "You shall never ruin another." She picked it up and shivered. For the first time ever, she could feel the magic within it. The lure of it. She was a Darkthrop, huh? So maybe Mother had been right, when she's said she'd have been better off never being born. If she had magic, didn't that mean she was doomed to fulfill this-- this stupid prophecy? Make a new world... she thought, her hands stroking the orb absentmindedly. She felt the familiar prickling in the back of her neck that meant Nox had appeared. Of course. It figured Nox would appear now, she had such a knack for timing. "You must feel strong with your new magic. All powerful." Nox said. "Go away, Nox!" Mel hissed. She hated having her own thoughts echoed back at her. "With the orb of death in your hand, kings and queens must bow to you... Lydia must bow to you or fear your wrath," Nox said, smirking. "Lydia..." Mel said, and for the millionth time it flashed through her head, the image of Edward up on that podium in front of that crowd of guests and Lydia's smug, victorious smile-- She felt the orb begin to warm, glowing-- She growled and smashed it to the ground. She was not the Darkthrop heir. She was not... "It's over, Nox," she said. Nox laughed. "It has only just begun..." she said, fading away. "DARKTHROP!" The echoes of her voice gave Mel chills. She shuddered and tried to dismiss the feeling. "Ugh, this place is creeping me out. I'd better get back to the others in Peliad." ----- Later, in Peliad... Edward heard Mel's footsteps approaching him and put down the book he was skimming. “Edward,” she said, striding quickly over to him. “I've destroyed the orb. It's over.” She paused. 'Hey, where is everyone?” “They've all gone off,” he said. “After we left the cave, Ulf and Yvette went back to Harakauna. June and I came alone to Peliad. She left as soon as we entered the city. She said that after our bout with Gyendal, she'd earned her certificate.” “June finally became a ceritified magician?” Mel grinned. “That's great!” Her smile seemed so genuine, he thought. And here he'd never have guessed she'd be proud for the girl-- Well, Mel always acted pricklier than she actually was, he thought, fondly. “Well, I suppose we should go back to Thais now that all of this craziness is over with,” Mel continued thoughtfully, after a moment Huh? “Er.... Mel?” Edward said, staring at her. “Aren't you forgetting the obvious? I've been banished from Thais, remember?” He paused, wondering if she really had managed to completely forget-- “And you've got you've got your... uh... magic issue,” he said, as delicately as he could. “Yvette lied,” she said quickly. “It wasn't me who used magic, it was June.” Edward gave her a look. “Mel, denial isn't going to make what happened go away.” She met his gaze defiantly, and he sighed. “I have an idea. We can't go back to Thais for obvious reasons, and Gyendal is still out there and must hate you more than ever.” “Don't remind me,” she said. Shuddered. It made him wish, for a moment, that he had lopped Gyendal's head off then and there. Instead he continued. “Have you ever heard of the Arishta Isles?” She considered, for a moment. “It sounds familiar.” “It should,” he said. “Sedona, the city where Te'ijal and Galahad are living, is in the Arishta Isles.” She nodded. He continued, seriously. “My family has friends in that part of the world. To remove Lydia from my throne, I must gather as many allies as I can.” She blinked, and then grinned. “Your throne? Edward, this is the first time I've heard you speak like a king!” He blushed. And here he'd been expecting some sort of snarky comment. Gosh, she looked criminally pretty smiling like that, and at him, too. It was making his toes curl up. “I didn't know how much I cared for my kingdom until Lydia stole it from me. Under her rule, I fear many will suffer.” “You can say that again,” Mel muttered, under her breath. “Starting with the seamstresses, ooh boy.” Edward ignored that, although his mouth did quirk upwards. He pressed on. “Lydia is not the only reason why we must go to the Arishta isles. You need training. There is a good magic school in Veldarah.” Mel narrowed her eyes. “For the last time Edward, I can't use magic!” He rolled his eyes at her. Yeah right. Still in denial, sheesh. “Whatever you say. Are you ready to go?” he asked. She hesitated.”I'll go.” She paused, watching the smile quirk at the corner of his lips. “Only because anywhere far from Lydia is a good place to be.” He grinned. That reminded him. He began walking away (to be out of kicking range). “I can't wait to see the look on Lydia's face when she learns that you can use magic!” He really couldn't. He wondered if she'd turn green. Like a frog. Heh. "Ugh! For the last time Edward, I can't use magic!" Mel said. He ignored her, picking up his pace. "Hey!" She yelped. "Wait for me!" That made him grin. Well, he already knew she was coming. --- A/n: Wow, that took much longer to write that I thought it would, considering I had all the dialogue and actions already written for me. Sheesh. Other than adding some details/thought processes to the character's behavior, the main things I added in here was some heavy backstory flashing on Mel's part and a little bit of creepy Gyendal interactions, I think. I'm emphasizing this only because if I handed you the script I was copying from the game of this final scene in TLO, you'd see it's mostly the same-- and then maybe you'd understand why I found the beginning of TDP so incredibly jarring... I think for this story, since I am doing such a huge rewrite, I'm going to include at the end of each chapter an explanation of my thought process. Here, I think the three main explanations needed are thus: 1. Way back when I was trying to resolve in my head why Mel was so adamantly against nobles (the huge class warfare cliche just doesn't work for me, sorry) I invented a hugely angsty backstory of her time in Harburg based on very slim canon hints. Since that backstory is kinda hugely important to this fic it's pretty important that everyone understand that it's there 2. Talking to D_a makes me include disturbing Gy/M hints. ...once you're viewing things that way, some of their dialogue becomes incredibly disturbing... -blink- 3. A lot of other changes were just me adding Mel/Ed overtones to everything. Sorry, but I have something akin to the Midas touch-- everything I write manages to be M/E on some level. Stella fans, I'm still going to try to make Stella awesome (I did like her for the first three games, after all) Anyway. Yeah. Plotty goodness coming up next, whee!
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    D'awwwwwwwwwwwww this totally helps me with all my hurt postTDP t/g feelings.
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    Exactly the Same (ficlet, M/E, post TLO)

    Well, Thais was supposedly a much more complicated venture, involving those annoying cliffs. xD thanks. (I am actually considering writing an Ed/Stella to alleviate my discomfort over the way the game handled it... ergk. I do still vastly prefer Stella---> Ed, though. So it probably won;t happen)
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    Exactly the Same (ficlet, M/E, post TLO)

    ...where did you get that they took a year? The entire jewel thief arc, starting from when mel gets kidnapped all the way until Galahad/te'ijal join the party, is said to have taken "a morning". The entire demon plains arc takes place at the same time, plus a little bit at the end where galahad join. ...for the rest of the game to have then taken a /year/ seems insane. ---- eh. whatever. truth of the matter is, i'm not hugely interested in a shipping war. There's no way either side is going to convince the other, seeing as we pretty clearly see things very differently (i.e. we disagree on which female lead is the bigger mary sue). Also, I kind of want to live in a blissful bubble in which the events of TDP never happened. So.
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    Exactly the Same (ficlet, M/E, post TLO)

    ...See, as far as I'm concerned Edward may well have been looking for someone "to love". But once you actually find that someone, and you stick with her for three games, and you form a really deep bond... Then you're no longer in the same stage of life that you were beforehand, where you're just looking for someone to love. You've actually changed and grown as a person (I KNOW IT HAPPENS SOMETIMES THAT THING WHERE PEOPLE MATURE). Now. It happens to be that the wedding breakup in TLO could have been a breaking point for them. I would have been willing to buy that (see: my anxious despair throughout the game that they be okay as a couple). However, what I got from the ending of TLO was that that clearly was not the case. Edward takes it very much for granted that Mel is coming with him, and Mel does not challenge that assumption. That's why I assumed that some point off-screen during the game they at least semi-resolved the "You married another woman" problem. Even if they didn't, though, they clearly are still together. Note also that Edward does not have Stella also come along-- Stella is happily recovering from her various traumas, finding peace in tending animals. But fine. I would have even accepted it, if a breaking point had been properly introduced and developed in this game. If some actual emotional dealing with this had happened. But no such thing occurred... instead, out of the blue, Edward gets stuck with Stella? wait, whaaaat? And I agree that they had absolutely not a single spark between them the entire game. No chemistry. Heck, at the end, when giving presents? Mel/Ed still had significantly cuter chemistry. They were all like "cutesy jokesy flirting I'm so happy we're back together". Stella/Edward was all "oh look I'm so pretty why yes indeed you are very pretty" ...seriously? They're relationship is based on just that? Oh, unless you want to say that it's also Stella'a [d]pure heart[/d] mary-sueishness, and therefore OF COURSE edward falls in love with her sweet wonderful insightful flawless personality... to which i respond that there's some canon evidence that Edward doesn't have so much patience with cotton-candy-sweet personalities. aka the eyeroll. My love meter for Edward (which had dropped a bit) was restored by that eyeroll. ESPECIALLY BECAUSE I WAS ROLLING MY EYES AT THE EXACT SAME TIME. So me and eddykins are still thinking alike, which is nice. and back to stella's mary sue thing. see, stella is a gal whose had a lot of bad things happen to her. she's had her wings ripped off she's failed her job as a guardian miserably she's been killed and her crush is in love with her best friend. now. what i appreciated about stella was that she managed to cope with these things. my appreciation for her strength went kinda sour when: 1. she got her wings back 2. no one seems to care in the slightest that she screwed up 3. she gets magically revived 4. she steals her best friend's boyfriend AND NO ONE SEEMS TO THINK THIS IS A PROBLEM see, I can deal with 3 (grudgingly, since having someone die was so darn different). and I was fully willing and happy to accept 2 as a consolation prize for her missing out on 4. But for her to get absolutely everything ever end up perfectly for her with no consequences whatsoever? lfkjgljgdjlgdljkdjklgdgljk. DGGDHFGHFdfh. (Honestly, I think OoM had a much better ending by GoN. the next two games felt like they were stretching the story without actually having what to stretch it with. I put up with TLO on the assumption it was leading up to something in TDP-- but TDP never delivered on that promise, instead throwing, among other things, the entire "orbs of magic" premise itself out the window (so mel's prophecy was fulfilled through a magic staff, huh? THEN WHY THE HECK WERE THE ORBS IMPORTANT IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?), as well as characterization, character development, relationship development... (any growth edward experienced during the first three games was undercut by his behavior this game. as for T/G-- I was extremely upset by some of their dialogue. I agree, Te'ijal had some comeuppance coming to her, but in TLO it seemed to be established that Galahad was being his usual noble self and actually forgiving her sufficiently to be quite kind and considerate. And then we have him spouting really disturbing lines about how she has to obey him no matter what, and Te'ijal just goes along with this... Fun, playful, quirky Te'ijal is basically nonexistent... kfjdfjgdjldgk) agh i could go on and on. basically, the gameplay in TDP was quite fun. The story-- I am striking from my memory. I am removing it from canon. I am pretending it never happened.)
  6. after proceeding for over an hour of gameplay only to discover I needed to backtrack to find Sarah, can I request that future builds of the game make it clear when something is a side quest vs part of the main plot? i.e. i should not be able to leave the town without having found Sarah
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    help!Thread, dreamland?

    get the truth mirror, bring it to the priestess. the truth mirrors, i believe, are southwestish of where you entered dreamland.
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    Truth mirror

    towards a southwestern part of dreamland... (if someone could tell e what happens if you try choosing a lie mirror, i'd really love to know, actually)
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    Exactly the Same (ficlet, M/E, post TLO)

    ...oh, so since I hated the Katie/Petir storyline, the part where Stella liked it just ticked me off.
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    Exactly the Same (ficlet, M/E, post TLO)

    ah... so i'll disagree. They had chemistry in 3-1 and 3-2... (I was willing to ship them, even though my OTP was and is Ed/Mel) and Edward was kind of a brat in certain parts of 3-4 (hey ho, beginning-- then again, a lot of characters were ooc this game. galahad?!)... (3-3 you'd have to specify what incidents you're referring to. i don;t remember him being specifically bratty, unless you count his and mel's whole "let's not discuss the part where the wedding never happened" thing, which could also apply if you had the stella beginning although... slightly less so... since he wasn't travelign with her the entire time) But Stella was not awesome, at all, in 3-4. She had awesome bits in the other games. In this one? Mary sue allllll the way D= (Whereas I actually thought Edward having magic in his sword was kinda awesome. Among the things that should've happened in this game? He and Mel bantering about that. I seem to recall her making fun of him (not) being a swordsinger at the very beginning, no?)
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    Exactly the Same (ficlet, M/E, post TLO)

    Sometimes things are predictable for a reason i.e. because THEY MAKE SENSE. it's nice to be unpredictable if unpredictable = not cliched... not so much if unpredictable = completely out of left field and makes no sense whatsoever. aka: predictability is not evil! cliche is, but only because cliche = "badly executed predictability". which is to say, if you execute it properly (and ed/mel were doing a perfectly fine job of it and heck, even in their two minute interactions in 3-4 had more chemistry than ed/stella all game long... well, if you ignore that awful beginning part which made absolutely no sense for either of them and therefore yes I am ignoring it...)
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    Some missing scenes in TDP

    I [i[know[/i], right? I should've kept count of how many times she said that. Especially with the "putting the orbs in the hollows" thing, where she said the exact same phrase three times in a row within the space of a minute! (and why is it always Stella having these insights? urg. Couldn't any of the other characters come up with a solution? I think I got really fed up with Stella this game. I liked her okayish in the previous ones, but... Stella who gets magical help from mysterious total deus-ex-machina old ladies, who is so "pure" that she's the only one who can pass the purity test, who gets FRIGGIN REVIVED FROM THE DEAD lkfdjgfgjkljklfjkldfjklgjdfjklgjskfg and then she gets her wings back. and then supposedly canonically she MARRIES EDWARD. I mean are you effkin kidding me. *Vomits in the mary-sue wasetbasket* ....cough. sorry. no really, i did like her up until this game. So no offense meant to Stella fans. gfjgjldgjlkg. sorry that my feelings got so vehement but now that I've vented I should be fine.)
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    Rain and Roses

    the irony is that I've actually had in mind that Mel is pregnant with twins. Twin girls, now, that I hadn't necessarily specified in my mind.... but even though I dismissed it as the crackiest cracky crack ever it is creeping it's way into my mind as part of my fanon nonetheless. There's no way it would have, if I hadn't already pictured her with twins
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    And in Circles (Aveyond 2)

    (A/n: This did not come out the way I wanted it, but...) Humans told stories in lines, piece by piece, occasionally zigzagging back and forth between forgotten scraps, another product of their strange confusing minds. Elves tell stories in circles, of course, the normal way. (Ean/Iya, the adventure ending, ish.) --- Late nights sometimes Ean found his parents sitting together on the couch, staring, into each other's eyes or into the distance. It was... a form of meditation, a communion with a wholeness of things. It was something wonderful, they explained to him. Countless others explained to him. Young elves matured and married and together were able to sit quietly, peacefully, in deep thought. No words needed to be exchanged. It was a happiness and completion of being that belonged solely to elves, the Goddess's gift to them. The Goddess had a soft spot for all her charges but the elves were her favorite, because they were closest to her, because they were kind and peaceful and content to remain the same, sitting together, experiencing the perfection of unity. All this Ean learned, and he learned to accept and love and yearn for the same for himself, when the restless twitches off elf-childhood slaked away from him as they did from all elves, and he could live the hundreds of remaining years of his life in peaceful contentment. What he forgot, was the fear he felt that first night that he wandered from his bed, when he saw the soft sweet smiles on his parents' faces while they did not answer him when he called. --- The human world was strange and colorless and dull, they said, and certainly in the Snow Queen's kingdom it was bare and bleak... and cold, so cold. And Iya had been shivering and miserable and confused when he found her, when they ran away. He had been so happy, so relieved to see her. Later, when things became increasingly difficult, as they raced around this unfamiliar world searching for the missing parts of her, that was what he would remember and hold on to. How happy he had been. How beautiful she had looked, even terrified out of her senses. --- Humans, he discovered, smelled funny. The-boy-whose-name-is-Rye smelled like something musky and salty and not entirely pleasant. At night he whispered to Iya about it. “Don't be mean,” she murmured, and dozed off. She did that very much, lately, but he couldn't blame her, she was missing so very much of herself. --- In the elf world they sang the dead to sleep, six days of mourning and a day of celebration as the newly departed joined the ranks of the Ancestors. On the seventh day the soul returned to its home and waited there, to receive well-wishers and parting gifts before leaving, for once and for all. Ean had only attended two such Singings in his entire life, and the first one was a dim memory from babyhood. As for the second, he'd joined in the singing as fervently as all the elves. A death-singing wasn't just for Singers to participate in. Even unskilled, untrained voices added to the raw force of power. But. He did not sing the woodsman to sleep. He had nothing to sing. He thought, perhaps, that Iya might. But she stared blankly at his corpse instead. No compassion in her, he remembered. He had to be... understanding. He thought of the dead man's eyes and he wanted to scream, or vomit. Instead he tightened his fingers on the wooden figurine. It was important, in this cursed world. This cursed world where the dead were not sung for. He ached for home. His claws struck viciously at every creature that crossed his way. He ached for home. --- The world had once been water. The Goddess had created land, for the land-creatures to live on, but the voice of the water remained. Elves followed the flow of the memory of water. Elves bent- but did not break. Redirected, but did not resist. Elves were in harmony, elves were at peace. Ean doubted that Prince Uthar understood the implication of the word “resistance” in elvish. Nor did he care. He would join it anyway. Cursed world. --- It was Rye who closed the dead man's eyes. “He was very brave,” he said. “And noble.” The words fell with little thunks from his mouth. The woodsman did not stir. It was Rye who pressed the elf-shape into Ean's paw at last, who forced him to eat something, to recover. Rye clapped him on the back and kept his hand there for just a moment, long enough to let the heat seep through, before he stepped back awkwardly. Elves did not cry. Ean did not cry. He smelled, instead, the whiff that Rye left behind, salt and sweat and regret. For once he did not grimace. ---- Their last night in the Bogwoods before they headed to Seri, he kept watch as the others slept. Gavin had curled up in a pile of leaves. Rye and Iya were leaning against the trunk of a dark, twisted tree. He was listening to the rhythm of Rye's soft snores when he heard Iya step quietly towards him. “You should rest,” he said. “You are still very weak.” “I know,” she said. “But I feel much better, even if I'm not. It's fading, I think, but for a moment after I got the blessing I felt such a rush...” “Still...” he said, carefully. “I can't sleep,” she said. “That boy snores and he smells.” She paused. “Rather like an animal,” she added. And giggled. He couldn't disagree. It was, after all, true. He focused his gaze on some point in the distance. “I hate this place,” he said. “So do I,” she said. --- Heptitus was all manner of words that ended in itch. They fled the house before she returned, and he looked at Iya and waited to see a difference. Was she more alive? He thought she was. She saw him watching and winked. He blinked, surprised at the smile that twitched on her lips, and wondered, just for a moment, what sort of blessing an evil witch could bestow, anyway. --- The way the spy moved around Gavin and the way Gavin looked at her, felt like something strange and unfamiliar and uncomfortable. “It's just love,” Rye said, but looked disgusted. “I wish they'd put a lid on it.” It wasn't any love that Ean had seen. --- He bought Iya the kitten. It mewled cutely and she smiled and petted it. He'd wanted it to bring her back. She'd blushed and said thank you. There was still the glow of Ceri's blessing in her, a glow he remembered from Heptitus's blessing as well. It had faded, after a while. It would fade again, but maybe this time it would last longer. He felt something like frustration and was surprised at his own selfishness. It was not Iya's fault. It was... He bought her the ring as well. Because that was what love was about. --- They made camp and settled and he walked into a clearing, to find Iya, standing still with eyes closed. “I- oh. I'm sorry,” he said, feeling awkward. She looked at him and smiled, turning slightly pink. “It's okay,” she said. “I was just meditating. I get so worried, sometimes, and it helps. You can join me.” She held out her hands and hesitantly he stepped forward and touched fingers with her, felt the peace rush in. Peace and calm and quiet and relaxation and rest and ease flowed through him, suffused him... He twitched. Somewhere deep inside of him something stirred, restless and uneasy. Against his will his eyes snapped open, and he saw Iya, eyes still closed, smiling peacefully. Feeling deeply guilty, unsure why, he held her hands for another moment before tearing himself away, to hunt down some monsters and get some more practice, because he needed it, because he needed to be strong. The restlessness remained. --- Emma fought in the tournament. He watched and felt the excitement rushing through him his hair standing on edge, breath catching as she tripped, as she recovered, as she... It was not a feeling he would have appreciated or understood, before. But now he knew what it meant to fight. It was not an elf-thing. But he knew it anyway. --- “Are you okay?” They were her first words to him after every battle. No matter how injured she was herself. Always when the rest of them were tired and fed up, even when she was tired and scared herself, she tried to comfort them and keep them going. She had three blessings, now, half of herself restored, and he could see in her his Iya, his kind, lovely Iya. What he could also see was something he might not have noticed, once. But surrounded by Emma and Rye on one side, and Gavin and Ava on the other, it was far easier for him to notice the symptoms in his dear friend. She was in love with him, he thought, and felt happy, of course, and knew that it was right, fated, meant to be. And of course he was okay. --- As per usual they came to a town and split up, to gather information and supplies. When Rye wasn't with Emma- i.e. during each of their rather frequent fights- he hung around with Ean. He was very funny, actually, and charming and interesting. Interesting in particular. His mind worked in a... in a human way, Ean thought. He managed to provide a refreshing yet bizarre perspective on so many things Ean had taken for granted. There was that, then. Rye had become a... friend. It was strange using the term only because Ean knew when he said it that he meant something distinct from elf-friend. Rye couldn't be an elf-friend, Ean knew that instinctively. It wasn't something that... It just didn't work. A friend of a different sort, then. --- Iya was learning, learning by the day, songs and magic like elves should and he- He felt the flesh press in underneath his claws, felt the ripping and tearing of the muscle as he swiped, as they crumpled- Elves did not destroy. Elves did not fight. Elves did not grin and high-five over a battle well fought and well-won. An elf figurine and a beast. He was... he wish he remembered which one he was. --- There were the others, too. Emma who was passionate- alright, sometimes disconcertingly so- and who understood somehow intuitively the need Ean felt to be better, to be more, to be stronger. They fell in the habit of sparring together. As for Ava, Ean had something like awe for her, not at first but after a while. She was wise, he thought. She was wise in a way he wouldn't have recognized as wisdom, in a stranger, quicker, sharper way. Gavin simply confused Ean. --- They'd helped dressmakers and novel-writers and star-crossed lovers and more. The human world, he thought, was not so colorless nor so bleak as he had once thought. But it was so very big. He had never known the world could be so big. --- One night Iya was the one who stayed up with him to keep watch- these days he usually kept watch at least half the night, spurred by a need to stay alert, keep moving, that left him incapable of sleep unless utterly exhausted. And Iya had gotten strong enough to handle it and anyway she wanted to stay with him, to talk with him, and he wanted to talk with her too. They spoke softly so as not to wake the others, about home and mutual friends and their journey together. “I miss the Elfwood,” she said. “I want to go back.” “I miss it too,” he said, as always, by rote, but then he hesitated. “But I... I've kind of gotten used to it here,” he said. “It's so much more...” She tilted her head, uncomprehending. “Never mind,” he said, and smiled to reassure her, to ease the crinkle of worry between her eyes. --- Hope made Iya vibrant, he thought. It made her... sparkle. His throat ached when he looked at her. He hadn't realized being in love felt quite this painful. And lovely. He told her that. “What do you mean, painful?” She said. He hesitated, unsure. “I feel so happy being with you,” she said, nuzzling him lightly. “Me too,” he said, whispered, hoarse. --- The anti-were potion turned a beast into a man. Somewhere inside of him a weight he had forgotten he was carrying lifted. --- And as they came closer and closer to some fateful moment- it was an approach they could almost sense, with each piece that fell into place, the blueprints, the squirrels... They flew together on dragonback, his arms around her waist, and she talked and talked of home. He listened to the music the wind made of her voice. He listened and ignored the doubts. They were in love and they were perfect. --- Post-marriage, Rye and Emma- in between fights, or more disturbingly during fights- had a tendency to kiss rather a lot. Ean and Iya looked away in unison, embarrassed. --- But in the end it wasn't Ishtar. But in the end it wasn't... It was over, actually. It didn't feel real, but the others immediately drifted away, released to do what they needed. Of course he goes with Iya, to a tree he remembers from what seems like so long ago. Of course he does. But. But she looks at him with something like compassion in her eyes. The final piece, he thinks. “Are you coming, Ean?” She says, slender, perfect arm extended. And he wills his legs to move and they do not. He stared at her, the awful understanding grown so huge inside him it can no longer be denied, there is nothing he can do but say it- He thinks of snowy mountains, and deserts, and dragons, and city guards and talking squirrels and the wooden statues he carries with him. “No,” he says. And she turns to sing- and he glimpses, for a moment, what she would look like in a wedding dress, resplendent, beautiful. “N-” He begins, and the tree opens up and she is gone. Elves do not cry, he thinks, and curls up in agony on the ground, aching empty dryness filling him, he breathes in pine and life and freshness and he sobs. And when that ceases he lies there. And when that, too, ends he gets up. And he brushes himself off. And he flies, dragon-back, to Thais. --- It had always, he realized, been a story about finding something. Those were always stories about losing something, weren't they?
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    And in Circles (Aveyond 2)

    Which is to say there are plot-loops. Or rather, this being elves, their are development/understanding loops. And Ean has the one in which he comes to appreciate humans, and the one in which he stops being as elvish as a true elf should, and the one in which he grows to love something other than serenity, and the one in which he outgrows elf-love (not outgrows as in matures past it-- outgrows as in he becomes too big for it to fit comfortably, anymore. He'd have to squeeze himself in). But I ended up having to organize it by how things happened in the story, just because otherwise it became unclear what was causing these revelations in himself... Eh. Whatever. Rereading this, I am simply reminded of the some of the thought process I had writing this. Like, my frustration with the goddess for allowing other people to do her dirty work is greatly ameliorated if instead it becomes the goddess's way of allowing someone to grow and develop. and if it's viewed that way av2 becomes Ean's story, not Iya's, and the godddess's obnoxious comment about him being a secondary character would not have been her stating the truth-- it would have been her deliberately lying, to goad him into realizing something he needed to realize, that his existence does not revolve around Iya, that he can have his own story. Iya/Ean always felt too plastic a relationship for me. But as I wrote I found I couldn't just break them up, simply because even as Ean becomes more complicated, more twisty, more rough and raw and human... because Iya doesn't, because she can't understand, on some level there's a hurt there that needs to be addressed... eh. etc etc.
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    Shiptime (Mel/Ed)

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    Story Inconsistency

    "Mel never agreed to go - in fact she flatly refused. Which is why she's been hiding from him in Harakauna for a year." Uh, no she didn't. I have the text of their conversation right in front of me. She said yes. Or rather, she said "I'll go. anywhere far away from lydia is a good place to be". and when edward leaves the library she asks him to wait up. http://img824.imageshack.us/img824/6844/48447859.gif
  18. I just played my way, for many hours, all the way till the boss battle. mistake one (EXTREMELY HUGE): I did not save along the way. mistake two: I closed the game and when i reopened it I misclicked-- I ended up overwriting my autosave. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH. There is absolutely no way I can possibly play this through again within the next... month... without screaming from pure frustration at the fact that I just wasted HOURS. so please, please, please tell me someone can be kind enough to send me a savefile. *begs*
  19. yes. THANK YOU. <33333 *rushes off to finish game*
  20. "This file is currently set to private. " Since it's the end of the game, I don't really care about the spells anymore- I just want to finish beating the final bosses (and yes, by boss battle i meant final boss) and see the end of the game. And thanks =)
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    Story Inconsistency

    there's more inconsistencies than just that... whatever, the development team was tired.
  22. ...if you';ve continued playing for another hour and THEN discover that you'll need to go back to your only save point from before, which would be before you even found the curse? ...that's like two or so hours lost.
  23. 1. I am very confused how the beginning of TDP syncs with the end of TLO. the last scene in the game was Ed telling Mel they were going to the Arishta isles, wasn't it? There's no explanation at all in the opening scrolls how she then ended up in Harakauna. 2. I also chose the option to continue from the "saved game". ...is that a completely meaningless option? What exactly does it accomplish? I have none of the items, levels, etc... In TLO at least an explanation was added for why the items would be gone. Are they with Edward? I mean, honestly i'm fine playing without them (alright, i miss my apothecary items, i never got to use them in TLO) but if the "continue from old game" option makes absolutely no difference why is it there? I'm so lost.
  24. @Kirroha: oh thank you *blush blush* I take that as the highest form of compliment.
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    Shiptime (Mel/Ed)

    I think it will take Mel a while before she can think of Ed as "that man" rather than "that boy". I'm sure one of my next fics can have him having a cool moment and her thinking OMGHE'SSOMANLY (lol) but in general he's more like a total goofball around her. As for them never saying I love you... I dunno, somehow I always see Ed as being kinda demonstrative. I guess because in my game he proposed to her like ALLLLL the time (=D). And also because he just... feels like the more open type. And while those two had super-huge communication problems in TLO, in my interpretation this mostly came from Mel. More importantly, the ending of TLO did not really contradict my interpretation of Ed as the more open honest one. Mel: I'm /not/ a mage1 Ed: Stop lying to yourself just cause you're scared Mel: ...Dammit I hate when you're right all the bloody time Ed: =DDDD (BECAUSE WE'RE TOTALLY IN LOVE =DDD) Ed: So. I decided I actually want to be a king now. And you need to be trained in magic. Thus we are going together to the opposite side of the globe because obviously we're sticking together. (BECAUSE WE'RE TOTALLY IN LOVE =DDD) Mel: ... Ed: Now let's go hang out somewhere (BECAUSE WE'RE TOTALLY IN LOVE =DDD) okay, pretty clearly some of my personal preferences play into that interpretation, but... yeah. Alright, in canon they don't ever say those exact, precise three words but somehow rather than seeing that as something significant that once they said it you can be sure it made it's way into the script, I just see it as the kind of thing they mention off-screen... Plus I guess whatever all my fics follow each other in my head so once I had Ed being all confession-y in At an Impasse it just proceeded from there (maybe things will change when I finish little joys and move on to it's pseudo-sequel set in game, when they will be much more prickly at each other, but a. that's going to take a while and b. seriously, even then there's fluff. more obliquely references fluff, sure, but I've had the image of them staying up talking together and Mel falling asleep and Ed totally pulling The Move on for something like two years.