Aiden is a peasant who lived his entire life being poor. He has always been a slave, his feet always have chains on them. Until one night his master ordered him to raid the king's castle, kill the king, kill the prince, and steal all the gold. Elliot is the prince and has always lived in a castle, never been able to explore behind the walls, and always living as what they expected of him. One knight caught Aiden breaking into the castle, locking him in the cells below the palace floors. Every night Elliot would go down there to talk to him, even if his father told him to stay away from Aiden, but was Aiden really that dangerous?

Aiden is a peasant who lived his entire life being poor. He has been a slave, his feet chained. Until one night his master ordered him to raid the king's castle, kill the king, kill the prince, and steal all the gold. Elliot is the prince and has lived in a castle his whole life, never been able to explore behind the walls, and living as what they expected of him. What will happen when the two paths cross?

It all started on the afternoon of May 10th, 2018. It was on that damn day that my life officially went downhill.
Classes had finished about fifteen minutes ago, and everyone was either talking between themselves after the exam or preparing to leave. The mood on the clasroom was very bad and I was no exception, especially when Adam walked over towards me. He was as smug as a piece of shit could be, and I certainly wasn't fond of it.
For you to understand my situation, let me tell you a little about my life at High School. I was that shy person that always sat at the front just so I wouldn't have to deal with the people at the back. Due to me not being in any circle of "friends" I was automatically designated as everyone's punchbag both physically and verbally. Everyone else either bullied me through words, or didn't care at all. There was only one that did hit me physically, and that was Adam.
Adam was more or less your tipical alpha male of the class, and I hated him as much as I could hate someone. He was always down to bully me, specially if he was together with his crew of idiots that followed his orders just to be a little popular and not be bullied either. He wouldn't do much besides insulting me in front of others, but when we were alone, he absolutely enjoyed letting out his sadistic side on me and relieved all his stress by hitting me until he was tired of it.
I lived alone since my parents had passed away a few years prior, which triggered my current behaviour of letting everything happen and stay silent since there was no one who could truly help. The teachers always told me they would call his parents, but they were filthy rich and they always bribed the teachers so they couldn't do anything, and if that didn't do, the teacher would be fired the next day and the fault would be thrown to me.
This happened around four times already and by now I had given up any hopes of standing up to him since he would just make the rest of life out of High School hell itself too. So there was no surprise in the class when, as soon as the teacher left, Adam approached me. Everyone else started to talk more loudly in order to ignore what was about to happen, and I simply recoiled in my seat.
"Yo. Come with me to the back of the gym, there's something I have to tell ya."
"I can't, I will miss the bu-"
"Did I fucking asked? It was an order, you dumbass!"
He hit me in the back of the head with his open palm and it hurt quite a bit. He was holding back for some reason, probably so I could last him some more when we got to the back of the gym. I stood up and the height difference was showing already.
Fun fact; I'm the tallest of all in this class, and that too had been used against me. I used to play in the basketball team and other sports, but when my parents passed away I lost all motivation and the little interest people had in me too. Even if I was taller, I was still weaker than Adam due to my lack of excercise and the fact that it was too painful to train since I was hurting every day both outside and inside.
He guided me out of the classroom, but before we could step out, a blinding light covered the entirety of it and in the blink of an eye we were no longer in the classroom. We were now standing in the middle of an ominous and incredibly big white hall made of what I could guess was marble. Around us stood many soldiers wearing plate armor and wielding halberds pointing at us, and in front of everyone, sat upon a golden throne was what I assumed was a king, as he was wearing a crown.
"Welcome, Outsiders, to this my castle. I am King Rahgot of the Zynith Kingdom. I ask for your pardon for this situation, as it is a first time for us as well. You have been chosen by God to come and save our lands from the forces of Evil! So please, step forward and present yourselves, brave heroes!!"
The man had a long white beard, and he seemed to be around 50 years old since he still looked quite young for someone with that hair color and length. His blue eyes pierced your soul and you could feel that he was in command of the entire room just from the tone of his voice. The first ones to step forward were the group of bullies and some of the popular people, after which came everybody else, and me at the end.
At the end of it all, after everyone presented themselves, the King moved his left hand and what looked like a priest stepped forward with a book on his left hand and a white glove on his right hand. The King motioned towards us before explaining what was about to happen.
"Allow this priest of mine to touch your skin, for he shall [Identify] what blessing has been placed upon you by the many Gods of this land."
The priest passed one by one, touching everyone's forehead before humming as if he was meditating. After which, he announced the God they had been blessed by. There were but a few that got a important reaction, me included.
"Adam, your blessing is that of Thyr. The God of War." 
"Is that any good?" 
"It's perfect."
The damn bastard actually got blessed by a cool God. I kept my voice silent, but inside my mind I could feel the words forming up and dissapearing once he got to the next one. He was one of Adam's friends, Jack.
"Jack, your blessing is that of Helios. The God of Order."
(Order my ass! That guy was the most perverted of the three, and he always tried to molest me even before Adam started harassing me! Why do all the bastards are getting the good ones?)
I thought to myself as the priest moved to the next one, he was the last of the three main bullies, and he was more or less the brute and stupid amongst the three, Eliot.
"Eliot, your blessing is that of Eorlund. The God of Thunder."
(Alright, this is just ridiculous. Just why are they getting cool ones? Everybody else was blessed by some minor farm god or something!)
The priest continued announcing the blessings. Most of them were according to my toughts, they were mostly blessed by Gods of farming or secondary utilities like Blacksmithing and such. A few others were blessed by rare ones, a few of the girls actually got blessed by some Beauty God, and there were two that were blessed by a Lust God.
Obviously they were instantly showered with glares and sharp eyes by everyone, including the king. But as the priest touched my forehead, he instantly turned away and looked at the King in horror.
"This....This one has been blessed by...Vokun. The Goddess of Darkness and Evil."
The guard surrounded me before I could do anything, and I was forced to face the ground of the room. Many of the other students glared daggers at me, and the King looked at me with despise, as the priest backed away in fear.
"This one is no good. Take her eyes and brand her. No evil will reside in my castle or eat my food."
"Wait! Why?! What's happening??!!"
"Silence! You are cursed by the forces of Evil! You don't deserve our hospitality! Begone!"
"NOOO!! LET ME GOOO!!"
My screams stopped once I was knocked out by one of the guards and dragged away. That about does it for the introduction to what is happening right now. I woke up in the middle of a dungeon, with a furnace by the side and tied by hands and feet to a wooden pillar. 
A man entered the room and took out a dagger, letting it heat up in the furnace while he prepared a branding iron stick. Obviously, my bad luck had been used against me once more, and before I could do anything about it, I had lost both my sight and my freedom on my first day in this new world.
That room was filled with screams of agony and the laughter of a man, and after that, I was thrown into a cell, where I would sleep and eat for the rest of my days. Or at least it was supossed to be that way.

I write as a hobby and I decided to start a novel here since I think it is a good site to publish things, so I ask you not to expect much from me.

A classroom is transported into another world with gifts from many gods. Clearly, those blessed by "Good Gods" are favored and prioritized while a seemingly unlucky girl is imprisoned due to being blessed by a "Bad God".

The situation turns worse when she is branded a slave, and from then on many unlucky and lucky events fall upon her mercilessly, and she shall respond in the same way.

This chapter was edited on September 23, 2018


Prince Lucas wandered around the castle, depressed.
He got in an argument with that green-eyed boy and, for some reason, he felt really bad about it. It's not like he did much wrong. He just wanted to learn more about the boy. Sure, he was pushy and bossy and-
Okay, maybe he did a lot wrong. But how on Earth was he was supposed to track the boy down and apologize if he didn't know his name?
He groaned aloud as he turned the doorknob of his bedroom.
There in his room, he found a woman sitting on his bed. His eyes widened in shock and she turned to him with a smile.
"Oh, hello Prince Lucas!" She gushed, "I've been waiting for you, I'm Jenine Kcolb"
Oh god, it was his new fiancee.
The girl had stark white hair and skin nearly the same color. This was odd, seeing as she lived in a tribe, which he expected to be out in the sun a lot.
He walked over to her, "How did you get in my room?" he asked, sparing her the pleasantries.
She beamed, "Mr. Roth showed to your room. He gave me a tour of the castle as well. My castle is under construction right now, so I've been staying in the Western Kingdom for a while. I've been thinking of remodeling it just like this, but I'm not quite sure-"
"You have a castle?" Lucas asked, stopping her rambling, "I thought you were the princess of a tribe"
"Well we say 'tribe', but it's all very modernized now, you know," She said with the wave of her hand, "We keep the old titles like "chief" and whatnot, just out of respect for the real tribe of our ancestors. We're more like a mini-kingdom. It's so cute, you should come to visit before we get married, you know? It will be so much fun, let me tell you-"
"I think I'll pass," Lucas said
"Oh, I understand, you probably want to be surprised after our wedding, yes?" she nodded, her head bobbing quickly, "Oh, Lucas, I can't wait to be married to you"
"That makes one of us"
"I'm still not sure where the ceremony should take place," she wrapped her arms around his own and pulled him down next to her. She leaned on him affectionately as her strong scent of lavender invaded his nostrils.
"I was thinking of having it here since my castle might not be ready by then" she started, "But then again I might want it in the Northern Kingdom. Somewhere grander, no offense"
"Offense taken" He tried to get up, but was promptly pulled back down, harshly.
"Lucas, you have such a wonderful scent, has anyone ever told you?" She asked, eyelashes batting.
It was then that he noticed her eyes were bright pink. What an odd woman.
"Can't say I've ever been told that before" he answered
"Really?" She seemed pleased by the fact that he was even listening to her, "It so lovely. It's like a citrusy, lemony, delicious, fruity flavo-"
"It's probably just my essential oils" He answered, "I use when I'm in stressful situations. Like a when a crazy woman forces me into a marriage and traps me in my own room"
She laughed a fake laugh that pierced his ears horribly, "I didn't realize I would marry such a hot-headed prince. God, you're so adorable. How did I get so lucky?"
"How indeed"
He managed to sit up, sadly he brought her up with him, and she was still latched onto his arm happily. He cringed.
"So, back to the topic of the wedding," she said and stared at him with a look that sent some weird sensation into his stomach.
Not the "butterflies" and "I have a crush" sensation, but the "this person is doing inappropriate things to me in her head and it's making me very uncomfortable" sensation.
"I don't wanna wear white. My hair's white, my skin's white, I'm a little different from your average bride" and then off she went, talking about things Lucas couldn't give a single damn about. "You know what the problem is. My favorite color is green and I really wanted to wear green. But I think that doesn't really scream wedding you know? Like I feel like I should wear something else. Maybe black to contrast? Oh my god, we could have a reverse wedding. I will wear all black and you can wear all white, it'll make a statement! Oh my god, that's brilliant. What do you think?"
This woman was a princess? She was the future ruler of a tribe? God help them, honestly.
"I don't actually care," Lucas said, eyes darting around the room for something to get him out of this situation
"Oh, you stereotypical boy!" she laughed, "Even if you look like a girl, you're probably one of those manly men who don't care about dresses, huh?"
Lucas sucked his teeth indifferently at her comment, but didn't reply. His eyes fell to a envelope on his dresser.
It was pink, with Prince Lucas scrawled in neat cursive writing.
"DId you leave this for me?" Lucas asked, picking it up
"Oh I wish!" she laughed, looking at the letter, "My handwriting is terrible"
"Mine too," he said, absentmindedly, as he opened the envelope. Jenine went on again, talking about the wedding.
"So location," she said, "The Northern Kingdom, here, or somewhere else? I just think the Northern Kingdom is better here, you know? I don't know, it just doesn't seem right here, you know? It's just that..."
Lucas tuned her out as best as he could as he read the letter that was inside the envelope.
Dear Prince Lucas,
Hello, it's me. "Bobby"
I'm extremely sorry about what happened over breakfast this morning and I was completely unprofessional. We'll be spending a lot of time together from now on and I don't want us to start off on the wrong foot.
So, to make it up to you, I'm willing to introduce you to Chef Brent Lucas.
Come to his office tonight at 11 PM and please don't bring you're squealing fiancee with you (I met her this morning). See you there!
Sincerely,
An idiot from Louisiana
Lucas read the letter over and over, a smile forming on his face as his eyes flitted to the next word excitedly. He didn't know what made him more excited, the fact that the green-eyed boy wrote him this letter or the fact that he would meet Chef Brent Lucas. It was a win-win and his eyes and he didn't realize that his fiancee was still chattering non-stop in his ear.
"-and that's why I wanna wear black, you know? Compliments my hair a little better"
"Excuse me, Jenine" Lucas sais, standing up, "I'm going to go get a glass of water"
***
Brent was not expecting to see Lucas sitting in an empty kitchen with a glass of water in his hands. He didn't seem to notice Brent had even walked in, too immersed in his own thoughts to notice before Brent snapped his fingers a few times in his face.
The prince flinched, looking up wildly, "It's you"
"It's me" Brent smiled
"Bobby" Lucas snorted
"Ah, right, okay. We can forget about that, please" he rolled his eyes. He leaned on the counter opposite to the one the prince was leaning on "What brings you here anyway, Your Highness?"
"I just came for some water," he said "ANd I just finished reading your letter"
The way he hugged the glass so tightly in his hands made him look so young, Brent though, so innocent and adorable.
"Why didn't you ring for me or a maid? A prince shouldn't make his own food or drinks" Brent said
"I wanted to get out of my room as quick as possible" Lucas shrugged, "I come here all the time when I'm bored. I like being around food,"
"I see" Brent nodded
Then there was silence as they stared at each other. It wasn't necessarily an awkward silence either, more of a tension-breaking silence. It wasn't until Brent broke it, that they both came back to reality,
"So," He cleared his throat, "I think we might need to address the elephant in the room"
"Can we just not?" Lucas sighed, hanging his head in shame. He really didn't wanna talk about the argument.
"I just wanted to formally apologize"
Lucas looked at him in shock "What?"
"I shouldn't have gotten snappy with you," Brent said, feeling like a crummy person.
Lucas put his glass down and walked closer, shaking his head, "No no, it was me who kept pushing you and acting like a spoiled brat"
"That's because you are a spoiled brat, princess" Brent laughed "Besides, this wouldn't have happened if I didn't just tell you my freakin' name as you asked"
"You could always tell me your name now," Lucas said, looking up at him. It was then that Brent noticed two things about this situation.
First, he noticed that Lucas was pretty short. Like, way shorter than him actually. Secondly, he only realized this because they were closer than they'd literally ever been.
The scent of lemon was so strong in Brent's nose, he felt slightly intoxicated by it. He was so incredibly overwhelmed by it that he couldn't even think straight.
"Well?" The prince asked, "Are you willing to tell me now?"
"Am I willing... to tell you... what?" Brent said, shaking out of his love-struck state. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
Lucas stared at him for a while before shrugging, "nevermind. I could always ask Chef Lucas tonight" he said with a wide grin
"Yeah" Brent nodded "That. Let me warn you, he's quite a looker"
"Oh yeah?" Lucas rolled his eyes, "Better looking than me?"
"Hm..." he thought for a second, "Maybe? He's definitely not cuter than you, but he's hot as hell"
Lucas laughed "You have a habit of calling me cute. And complimenting men in general" Lucas said, "Careful with that. I don't know how people in the continents would react, but here people might mistake you for a homosexual"
"That'd be nice," Brent said with a laugh, "Because I am a homosexual"
Lucas's eyes widened, "You're... like... seriously?"
Brent laughed again, "I'm gay, yeah. Been gay my whole life."
"Oh, I see" Lucas nodded, face reddening by the minute
"Why?" Brent asked, "Do you mind?"
"No, not at all!" Lucas said, waving his hands frantically, "I'm not homophobic, I've just never met an-um-"
"A homosexual?" Brent smirked
"A homosexual man" Lucas said, "All the homosexuals I know are female"
Brent raised an eyebrow, "Does that make you uncomfortable?"
Lucas shook his head, "I'm definitely not uncomfortable, no"
"That's good" Brent nodded "That gives you one less reason to hate me at least"
"Why on earth would I hate you?" Lucas looked at him like he was crazy, "Did you think I was homophobic?"
"No, not at all. It's just I tend to say the wrong things when I'm around you" he confessed, "I just get so nervous around people that I li- look up to"
"But you're older and taller than me" Lucas shrugged, "I don't understand why you would look up to a spoiled brat like me"
Despite the fact that he was speaking with a prince and that he could totally get arrested for this, he put his hand on Lucas's head and curled and curled a long blonde strand back behind the prince's ear. Lucas's flinched at the sudden action.
"I don't know why either, princess"

BOOK 1 OF THE CHARMING SERIES

"Suddenly the smell of french toast, sausages, and warm apple cider wafted through Prince Lucas's nose. Covering all of that, however, was the smell of cheap cologne.

'Rise and shine, princess'

His eyes flickered open"



The three Charming brothers that saved Cinderella, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty. Everyone's heard of 'em. You know who you probably haven't heard about? Lucas Charming, the fourth Charming brother and the only one who never found his princess to rescue. That is until a rugged chef from New Orleans in the non-magic realm begins working in the castle! When Chef Brent finds out his magical family history is catching up with him, he's going to need the help of a certain uptight prince to get him out of trouble.
Find out how Prince Charming finds HIS Prince Charming... Or should I say Prince- NOT SO -Charming?

"Guys you have to be more careful, the A.R.M.Y. could have discovered you and imagine that scandal would have caused: Jimin and Jungkook of BTS are together!"
And once again NamJoon gives the poor Jimin and Jungkook a lecture because in another concert they behaved as they do behind the cameras, in their private life, as a couple: exactly Jimin and Jungkook have been together more or less since 2015/2016, in that period they were simply dating but then in 2016 they decided to get together and then in January 2018 they got married in secret, the trip Jungkook gave Jimin for his birthday in 2017 was simply to ask him to marry him, they are a very happy and close-knit couple and they try to show affection at all the times, but in doing so they risk exposing themselves.
"#Jikook is depopulating in the world rankings of Twitter and also Instagram"
Said SeokJin, he and Rap Monster had to control them, but apparently they hadn't mamaged that much.
"Hyungs sorry, but you know that when Jimin cries or is sick I always stay closo to him, it is my husband's job to take care of him, as I promised him when we exchanged the rings and sealed our love."
Jungkook was looking with dreamy eyes Jimin, while he made their hands intertwined, Jimin smiled shyly with his shiny eyes, these words had made him excited, he felt truly lived in the arms of Jungkook, he had spent three years getting noticed by the most young trying to point out that he was interested in Jungkoom in a different way from a simple friendship, however Jungkook always belived that he was joking or rather he could hardly believe because in Kore the LGBTQ+ theme was not very appreciated and with the question of being an idol "it's better this way" he thought, then he didn't want to ruin their friendship.
"Kookie, I love you"
"I love you too my baby"
*just over a month later*
Jungkook was doing a live with a bottle of wine, a Vigor Sangiovese to be exact, a prized from the Marche in Italy, he had started drinking and after a while his freedom to understand and want vanished.
"A.R.M.Y. prepare something to drink  non-alcoholic, I recommend it, especially for the youngest, because we have to celebrate as I have to tell you something wonderfull that has happened to me in the last few years"
"Have you taken all your drinks?
Are you ready to celebrate with me?
Make some noise if your ready"
"Okay, I see from the chat that you are ready, therefore: durinf my training period I met a boy, older than me within a few months we debuted in the same group, initially he said he felt something for me and not hid but I thought he was joking or at least I was convinced (myself) of this for the LGBTQ+ issue in Korea, for the fact that we were and are both Idol and not to ruin our friendship, but then during the 2015/2016 period I declared myself and we started dating, then in 2017 on the day of his 23rd birthday (Korean age) I asked him to marry me and in January 2018 we got married, surely you will have understood who I am talking about, he is beautiful, he is perfect, even if he believes to have many flaws I can't find one and I felt a bad bang when he was on his diet, I just wanted to take him and block him to my body so that he can't run away and take it until the dish was empty, even thought I have told you many times, I love you..."
In the comments there were the Taekookers who were "Come on is talking about Tae is so obvious" and the Jikookers who were understanding each common thread by putting their theories together.
"Jimin-shi"
After that evening Jimin and Jungkook no longer hid behind that screen, yes Jungkook certainly had a lecture from everyone, but it was worth it and the A.R.M.Y. some left the fandom while others even if they didn't ship Jikook after their scenes from #relationshipgoals they changed their mind saying thing like How cute they are", "What a beautiful couple",... they also received hatred from the toxic part that luckily left the fandom, while well, the Jikookers when they found out that their ship is true they started to jump while screaming "Yes, yes, I knew it", despite all the BangTangboyS are still together and more united with A.R.M.Y. and RM and Jin no longer have to worry about anything.

*And if after the Rose Bowl concert things had done differently from what really happened*

OS inspired by the concert at the Rose Bowl in May and the Jungkook live in June

January 12, 2018

Dear Soldier,

What's your name? I don't think you'll like me calling you soldier. It's kinda weird. Like it could be anyone, not just you. There are lots of Soldiers...

My name is Charlie, but you can call me Ana. I don't mind. It's only a name after all. Only a title you'll use until the end then you'll get a new one. I wonder what mine will be...

My doctor said that this would be good for me. Fun too. I think it will. Exciting even to read about what the war is really like not just it's righteous or they're brave. I want to hear about the fears the overcomings.

Your suppose to write about what it's like fighting in the war. It is scary, right? You must be brave. Or maybe just stupid. 

What do you aim for? What are your wishes? Why do you fight? What do you get in return?

I'm suppose to write about my life as well but I don't wanna do that. I don't really like doing what I'm supposed to do. So I'll write my stories instead.

In my stories, my name is something cool. Like Serenity or Grace. I don't like those. They're normal and normal is boring. Those names are black and white and I'd much rather like a name with some color.

So my name will be Anarchy, it fits me, my life, my thoughts, just right. Not black and white but a bright crimson red mixed with yellow and orange. Like fire.

Have you ever been scared of anything? I am. But not in my stories, in my stories I am fearless and naive. Because if I knew nothing then I'd have nothing to be afraid of.

I've always associated the words brave and foolish as one of the same. Courageous and naive. A fool. To rush into the unknown without a clue what to do and how to do it.

I wish I was a fool like everyone else. My parents are fools. So are my doctors, nurses, and everyone else that comes into my room.  Lucky them, those ignorant fools.

Are you a fool?

Or are you brave?

Till next time,

The Wantabe Fool.

January 30, 2018

Dear Anarchy,

It would be weird to call me a soldier. There are hundreds of soldiers but then there's me. I wanna be different than all of them. I'm going to be a hero someday.

My name is Will. Will Lance. Just call me Lance.

My first day is in a week. Finally here in the glorious army. My old man was in the army you know. Fought for years. My destiny was set the moment I was declared a boy. 

'That's my boy.' He'd say, 'that's my little soldier'. He'd brag about me to his friends and look at me with pride in his forest green eyes.

Now here I am, earning my badges and making my Dad proud. I made it here after finally getting my diploma from high school. If I can get through that I can get through anything. 

The bus is very packed, lots of small-town boys trying to be something. But I am going to be something. I'm gonna be someone. It's going to happen someday.

Blank terrain is the training arena. I just want to get to the exciting part. Taking down enemy soldiers and being a hero, you know?

Ma would've wanted this for me too. She's probably up there cheering me on. Just like always. She was beautiful you know, pretty blue eyes and red hair like mine. She always did cheer me on, always will.

There's not much to say just yet. We haven't done much. We signed up and waited for a day or two then we packed up and headed to the bus. We've stopped a few times but not very many.

To answer your question, I'm brave. The bravest of them all. One day I'll go home to Dad and show him all my medals and awards. They'd be saying 'War Hero' and 'Saved us All'! 

I just can't wait until I go home and make my father proud. I think pride is the best present any man could earn. Because that's the one thing you can't be given but has to be earned.

I won't say much in my letters, to begin with. I haven't got much to say just yet. But I will just you wait. Just wait after I've earned my glory to take home to my Dad.

Sincerely,

Lance.

February 21, 2018

Dear Glorious One,

I don't understand this. What you call 'glory'. What is it? What does it do? What is it worth and why is it worth so much? What IS it?

This is what I know about wars; in wars, you fight, you kill, you die or earn scars. That's about it. Just death, scars, casualties, and a big 'Sorry' from politicians.

So what's the glory in dying. For your country, eh? Did you know that most soldiers in war don't make it home to their families or even given a resting place? 

Then what's glory? Lots of people die each day, week, month, year.  Do they get glory too? What if they die on accident, like a car accident, do they get the glory? 

Will I get glory even though I never fought? This sounds a lot like the Crusades. My tutor told me about it. Under God, you stand yet you kill under him as well. Why?

The Knights of the Crusades killed because of God. Or was it because of pride? Was it because of glory? Did they please their bloodthirsty God or bloodthirsty selves?

Millions of innocents killed because of a god they didn't believe in. Seems like murder to me. Seems like injustice seems like glory. 

It seems like Child's play. You wanna be a toy soldier, one of the hundreds yet stand out. Toy soldiers are so easy to break and even easier to knock down. Where's glory?

I still don't think I'm understanding this concept. You want glory but glory means death if not yours then someone else's. So what's the glory in death? It's not right to shoot someone and feel good about it, you'll be labeled a monster, yet if you kill someone in the color green under a red, white, and blue flag you are a hero. 

What's glory? Think about this while you long for it so much that you start to think that glory can make you something. Can make you someone.

Sincerely,

Gloryless.
March 28, 2018

Dear Anarchy,

You wouldn't understand. Glory is something only for soldiers, it's what pushes us to fight toward the ending. The glory is always on the horizon rushing us forward at gunpoint.

Glory is not killing. It's not murder. It's the winning that counts. We're responsible for them, the murderers on the enemy field. 

We fight for the defenseless, young and old. We fight for those who can't fight back against injustice. We fight for glory. The righteousness that comes with shooting an enemy comes second to none.

How can you argue that we are similar to the Crusades? In the great Ancient Rome the army was most important and the people second.

Those men took great sacrifice in order to protect the ones that could not protect themselves. The woman, children, the elderly, babes. All would have been slaughtered if not for the army.

So is it wrong to be proud and want to be a part of that? A part of an unbeatable force that protects the weak? Your argument is childish. Of course, there will be bloodshed. That is just war and is a perfect reason why we are needed to handle what the weak can't.

You know nothing of true suffering and sacrifice. So the next time you write about murder learn about sacrifice, righteousness, and honor. Then you'd understand.

My first week here has been tough. There's nonstop training until the wee hours and three hours of sleep. The food is terrible here and barely tastes edible. It's probably not.

There's an endless cycle of exercise and after that is done we exercise some more. We run miles for warms ups and get yelled at for even breathing the wrong way. Many have already given up and went home. But I'll make it. I have to.

Im behind in my troop but I know we'll catch up soon. We still have nine months before the big battle and have little ones in between. We won't even get to Iran until another two months.

Punishments here are cruel. Eighty push-ups for a toe out of line and you have to do it in front of everyone. I should know. It's happened twice.

But I'll keep going even if it kills me. At this rate, it will.

Sincerely,
Rooky

April 19, 2018

Dear Stubborn One,

You have told me what you do but what is it LIKE? The silence, the stars, all around you are tiny details that have a world of their own.

I understand a little about what you say about glory. You're doing what you think is right, I can't argue with that. You fight for what's right and for that I honor you. Just don't lose track of what makes you different from every other toy soldier. Your honor.

I know what it's like to be embarrassed in front of everyone. When we exercise, I'm always the slowest. But my doctor always makes me walk in front of all of the other patients. Always.

Your wrong though. I do know about suffering and pain. I've had more needles put in me a year than those of an average lifetime. I live every day knowing that one day soon will be my last. I've watched my parents be helpless because they know that they can't help me, no one can.

Have you ever felt like a spectator? Like your not in control of your own destiny but being pulled along? The only thing that holds me in place is the stars. I don't get to see them very often because of my condition. 

They hold me in place because I know that no matter what happens to me, which hospital I move to, who I meet or lose, they will stay there. Dancing it seems to a song we are too young to listen to. Maybe a lullaby to sing us to sleep but we're too busy to notice. But if you stay still you can hear them sing.

The moon is their mother you see. She teaches them to shine even when there are clouds ahead. She wraps them in a bundle of sky and leads them to their beds in the heavens. That's when their father, the Sun, comes out to keep them warm while their sleeping.

One day, I'll go up there and then Mother Moon will teach me to dance and sing lullabies too. Father Sun will keep me warm while I sleep and give me golden wings made of his rays. 

Mother tells me that when people die they go into the ground or get lit on fire. Being put under the ground seems dull, black and white, I would say. Just to lay there and wait for a holy savior. I would much rather be put aflame. What better way to join the heavens?!

What will you do when you die Lance? Will you join the stars with me? Or will you still seek glory from the grave? My option sounds much more fun!

Till next time,

Star Dancer.
May 29, 2018

Dear Anarchy,

I've never thought about death like that. It's just a part of life that we all have to eventually go through, like high school. My Ma went through it, so will my Dad, so will I. 

Well, I've never been a great dancer so I won't be joining the stars anytime soon. My voice isn't the greatest either. Though I wouldn't count out my Ma. She sang like an angel.

Hopefully I have my glory before death. I'd hate to have to mess around with the newer recruits to get my life work done from beyond the grave.

After death, I'll just retire. If I finish my goals and there are no more wars to fight I'll just relax. I'll just do what other dead veterans do and buy a house on a hill. Or a cloud.

I thought about what you wrote. I'm sorry about what I said. I knew nothing about you or what you've been through. I shouldn't have guessed that you lived a happy life without suffering.

I guess that it's just that you don't write like you have days to live. You write as though you've just begun to truly live yourself. 

Anyways, here the stars are bright. Now that I've read your letter I can't see the night sky as normal again but like a big family. It makes night runs much more bearable.

Yesterday, I laid underneath the stars and just stayed there. I couldn't believe what I'd been missing. I couldn't believe my ears when I heard the singing. The stars were dancing, trees were playing, the grass was giggling. I loved it.

I shouldn't have assumed that this place was ever a blank canvas but a place of plentiful color and life. I'm now top of my troop and am impressing my Commanders daily. 

Seven more months till take off and I'm on the first bus out to Iran. My skill now surpasses the older recruits and I'm no longer the Rookie but a front-line defender for my fleet. I guess it helps to see in this new way, in this new light.

In the light of the stars.

Sincerely,

Novel Seer

December 3, 2018

Dear Lance,

Time flies so fast. Seven months have already come and went. I bet you're so excited about going to war now. 

It's December now and I can't wait for Christmas. I hope my parents like the drawings I've made for them, I tried really hard. What are you gonna do for Christmas?

I get to go outside more though I don't know why. My parents tell me to live it up and enjoy life while we still have it. However when my dad says he starts to cry. Did you know that the night sky is not only blue but purple? That's my favorite color.

Momma doesn't want me to go to sleep but to stay up with her all night to watch movies and paint nails. I think my parents are more afraid of the end then I am. Maybe it's because they don't know that I know how to fly.

A few days ago we went stargazing as a meteor shower rained down from the sky. Dad told me that the stars are made out of the fire. That makes sense that they would be made out of the fire and be so very intriguing. Danger always seems to find its way to being beautiful.

I don't think my parents know that I know that I'm going to die soon. But it's okay because I am not scared. If I live anticipating death then that would make my life just a prolonged execution. I much rather think that I was put here to teach them things. To make them happy but when I came here I was broken so I have to go get fixed. I hope they can fix me.

They had an argument with my uncle and his wife when they brought them cards that said ´Sorry for your Loss´ and ´Sorry´. I didn't really mind though, I thought it was sweet.

My father no longer lectures me about not eating a lot of candy. I can eat all the candy I want now! Mom even makes me all the sweets I ask for. Shes home more often so that she can take care of me but dad still goes to work even though Mom tells him to take some time off. 

Enough about my time though. What has changed? What has stayed the same? Have you finally became somebody?

Till next time,

Fearless.

December 29, 2018

Dear Anarchy,

I didn't know what I was expecting but it wasn't this. The war isn't gold and silver that everyone made it out to be. Its red, so much red.

I write under the stars now and hear even the stars laughing at my huge mistake. I can no longer see my hands like they were before. My clean, innocent hands now stained with blood. The blood of a boy no older than I.

I now see what you say about glory. The same small town boys before are now the ones smiling on the battlefield. They don't see what they are doing only the glory that shields their eyes from the destruction they are causing. 

There is now a dark aura around the once beautiful land. A tint of red covers all even myself. I now see that I am nothing but a monster with a gun. I am not brave but too courageous to see just how much of a coward I am. 

I can't even look in the mirror and see the same person I was before I came here. The same little boy that wanted to be a hero and fight monsters became the very thing he wanted to fight. Glory is death, glory is murder.

I keep thinking about the boy that probably wanted the very same thing as I. To go home to his parents and make them proud. To think that doesn't even matter anymore. I just want to get this over with.

I don't even remember what glory means anymore. I've lost what makes me different than all that other toy soldiers. My honor. Since we haven't come to a post yet I couldn't send letters. Do you think it makes me inhumane that I feel excited about doing it again? It's like an addiction the excitement the thrill that comes with holding someone at the end of your gun or at the tip of your sword. The thought that you hold someone's life in their hands. 

However, when you're done it comes back. You can't sleep because the sound of gunfire is just too loud. The blood sticks to your arms even though you've scrubbed and scrubbed until your arms are as red as the blood your trying not to remember spilling. 

When I was young I wanted to be a knight. A soldier that fought and took down enemies. I wanted to be the hero at the end of the day and make my Ma and Dad proud but I know that she wouldn't be proud of this. Because you see, there was never blood in these imaginings. There was never guilt. There was never glory.

Sincerely,

Unforgivable.

    Breanna was with Darrien for almost three years. Their relationship was constantly on the rocks and even though she wanted it to work out, Breanna began to see the signs that it wasn't meant to be. She began smoking at age eighteen partly because it made her feel a little more like an adult and partly because it helped keep her calm. She stopped taking her anti-depressants and believed that it was for the best. She didn't want to take medication for the rest of her life. She was rebuilding bridges with her parents and was happy for it. She was able to start seeing Keegan again and take him to the mall. Bryce, who had moved out to Georgia in 2018, would visit on birthdays and holidays and she was happy to see him. She thought that he was way more mature than he used to be and he was quieter. He spoke in a monotone voice and was still really skinny. He grew up skinny and she always teased him about it. She was happy to see him. When he would visit, it was as if their family was complete.
    In January of 2020, Breanna suffered another trauma. She had become pregnant with Darrien's child. They still lived with his father, Darren, and his little brother, Damien. Darrien was terrified that he would be kicked out and that we would have to raise a child homelessly. Breanna was trying to figure out what to do because she didn't want to have an abortion. She believed that because they had decided to have sex, it was their responsibility to deal with the consequences. Darrien began to make Breanna food, which she found strange. She let him do it anyway and the next day she began to miscarry. She didn't know why until she thought about it more. He had poisoned her. Breanna decided that she couldn't live with him anymore and in February, she moved to Illinois to be with her grandmother Vanessa. What else could she do?
   Living with her grandmother during quarantine caused Breanna to become severely depressed. She was happy that she got to see her family before she left because she wasn't sure if she would see them again. Vanessa spoke her mind and didn't care if she hurt someone. Breanna was nearly three hundred pounds at the time (due to always eating fast food) and Vanessa would always tell her that she looked pregnant and it wasn't attractive. Breanna grew even more self-conscious and began to stop talking. She would only speak if she were asked a question. Vanessa had a heart attack a week after Breanna got out of the hospital at the end of November. Breanna had pneumonia and sepsis and was close to dying. Breanna tried to be the perfect granddaughter, trying to keep the house clean, get Vanessa whatever she needed, make food every day, but that wasn't Breanna. Breanna was the type of person to go outside and walk around or write stories, draw, and try to enjoy life. She couldn't do that here. She was always chastised about how she wasn't what Vanessa wanted her to be, told that if she goes outside then she put Vanessa in danger, and that since Breanna was female then she needed to learn how to cook and clean. 
    Towards the end of the time that Breanna lived in Illinois, she had lost nearly seventy pounds, told that her scars put Vanessa in danger, to get raped and killed when she went to meet someone, and if she tried to kill herself that no one would care. Breanna wrote several letters saying goodbye to her family, but she never sent them. She still has them in her possession now. Even in the darkest of times, Breanna found a way to keep going.

This is a story about a girl. A girl who is special because she is herself as she grows into an adult, but she doesn't see that she is.

My Name is Edward Dahl, I was Born 1998 in  Gothenburg, Sweden. I don't Remember much from my time in Sweden because My family moved to America when I was 4 years old.
We settled down in Buffalo, NY. My parents found decent jobs we lived a middle class life, Nothing for me to complain about. During Christmas the year was 2004 I will always remember when My mother bought me My first DS with Super Mario Kart 64 for DS I fell in love with the gaming world that day.
My obsession with Video games was borderline unhealthy, I had to be limited because I lacked social interaction skills with kids my own age.
When I was 16 I played a lot of Sports just to please my parents and distract myself from playing Video Games, I tried and in a lot of people's opinion's from Coaches to my parents thought I was very gifted, But Video Games is what Spiked my Interest. from the Environment to the competition was well as the cosmetics.
I Wanted to do YouTube and Maybe start streaming but...
I was a horrible speaker and I got very awkward around people so I wanted to stream but my Personality wasn't my main problem.
It was just the fact that I wasn't good enough!
I played Aim Lab to Any aim trainer's possible and still no improvement!!!
So after seeing that I didn't really have that It Factor for Streaming I Went on to College and Got my Masters. I may be addicted to Games but School was just as important to me.
I soon became Depressed due to me having no friends or anyone to express my feeling to
My Parents Passing away in a plane crash in 2018 and to be completely honest i gave up on my dreams and was known at work as the Depressed guy
[Time Skip]
November 13, 2021
New York City
It was 2021 when my life or my Dreams would suddenly come true, It was 1 in the Morning and I couldn't sleep so I decided to watch some NCIS.
I was Slowly Drifting to sleep until finally I Saw What I'm currently Looking at which seems to be a blue screen with the following on it
[Body Customization:   
[Skills 3 max:
[Perks 2 max:
(OK keep in mind that he is going back in time not to some World were he needs like Powers related to Anime, I might throw in some Realistic skills like cooking for Fighting for self Defense that's about it)

"What the fuck is going on???? did I die?" I was just watching NCIS an-
'Wait I have 0 clue were i will end up after this, But i have one clear dream and that's to be a streamer while enjoying games!!!!.'
"I think i should have no problem with gaming but if i plan to go to game con and have a Camera i will Definitely need to look very Handsome" I smirked
[Body Customization: (The Cover Picture)   
[Skills 3 max: God's Aim(best aim Virtually and in real life) , The Most talent Possible at Gaming and All of John Wicks fighting and shooting Experience.
"i need to be able to defend myself" 'Just because I have a dream doesn't mean I'll become stupid and act like threats do not exist
[Perks 2 max: Hormonal Control and Soothing Voice
"WHAT!! I was never good in the women department so I need to have some sort of Advantage when it comes to sex."
"Sykkuno is a perfect Example of a Voice I need to attract Viewers" 'Whatever or Whoever gave me such a Chance at a second chance, Thank you so much!!! I will Fulfill my dream and not let this Opportunity go to waste!!!'
[Body Customization: (The Cover Picture)   
[Skills 3 max: God's Aim(best aim Virtually and in real life) , The Most talent Possible at Gaming and All of John Wicks fighting and shooting Experience.
[Perks 2 max: Hormonal Control and Soothing Voice
[Complete]
Timeline: 2018 2 weeks after my parents died
' I cant go threw that again. Even If I save my parents they will get old or attract a disease which would break me seeing them die twice.' Rest in peace Mom and Dad
' I clicked the button [Complete] and everything went black'

___________
Hey guys I hope you guys enjoyed!!! this is my first try at this stuff    I_I

Cærn shifted uncomfortably. "He's told you about his dreams?" Sarin nodded. "When Bader and I lived on the coast, when we lived in our castle, we were sent word from one of our children's homes in Opala. We never did like the capital so we lived in the old castle in Læom," she took a breath, avoiding Sarin's eyes as she spoke, "But the woman who ran the home was one of ours, someone we trusted. She told us they had been brought a child who had been born to non-magic parents, but was gifted."
Sarin watched her, feeling the air around her. So far, Cærn was telling the truth.
"It was hard to believe her, but she had no reason to falsify such a story. So, Bader traveled to Opala to gather more information. When he arrived, it was as we were told. Edan was gifted, and marked as one of us. He was just a baby then," she said, somewhat forlorn. "Bader immediately brought him back. He fell in love with him. We were never able to conceive, and so the Gods gave us Edan."
"There must have been some magic in their blood, that doesn't happen," Sarin stated, confused above all else.
"I thought so too," Cærn shook her head. "But Trena, the one who contacted us, showed Bader Edan's parents. They were neither gifted nor marked."
"So why did you keep it from him? He could pass as your son regardless."
"Edan has always had his dreams. Always. When he was three, finally old enough to articulate what he was seeing, he told us about a nightmare he had. And in this nightmare our entire tribe was lost. He said he watched us die, along with everyone at court."
Sarin looked down, finally understanding. "So you were trying to keep him safe."
"That's why we came here. It's much easier to protect this place than the entire kingdom."
"But what about everyone else? Did you warn anyone?"
"At first I wasn't sure how. I couldn't tell people our non magic child was having precognitive dreams. Neither Bader nor I have that kind of magic." Cærn took a deep breath. "So I lied. I told our officials that we had recieved war threats from the Southerners, and that's why we were going into hiding. I ruled from here, for twelve peaceful years. And when the first attacks happened, I warned as many as I could."
Sarin sat back against the winged chair. "So you kept Edan here, where no one would think twice about him."
"Yes, we hid his abilities from him. We taught him as little about magic as we could get away with. We spelled him so he didn't think twice about his eyes."
"Instead of properly training him and being honest with him?" Sarin's nostrils flared, now angry on Edan's behalf. 
"It was safer that he never practised, that way his energy would be weak and no one would look twice at him." Cærn had tears in her eyes.

In a world where magic is scarce and hunted, Sarin, the last of her ancient bloodline, must restore the balance by reaching the Center. An ancient an unknown place, the Center is the source of all life and magic. She must overcome her fears and weaknesses to save the people, but will she succeed, or will she become another grave in the hardened earth?


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One Year Ago
Friday, March 3rd,  2017 11:21 AM
The Reid family were currently on the road to their new home in Billings, Montana. It was a big move for the family. But Mitch's brother, Richard, lived out that way and he was willing to help his brother out by letting them move into the guest house he just finished building last summer.

Their Uncle ran his own Landscaping business. And he did really well for himself. Like his brother Mitch though, he got divorced three years ago. She fell in love with a younger richer man and left Richard to fend for himself as he was just getting his business to take off. But he made it through, with a lot of hard work. Although Richard wanted kids, His ex-wife never wanted any. So they never had them, And it always broke Richards's heart a little. He soon got over along with the divorce.

Madelynn had been quite the whole way so far to their Uncle's. Her father started to worry and wondered if this move was the right move for his family. After his wife left him and their kids, he lost his job shortly after due to his depressed state of mind. He was hoping that this move would give the family a second chance. 

Mitch only wanted the best for his kids, but he wasn't sure how to give them the best with everything feeling as though it was falling apart. He hardly knew what he was doing, being a single parent. But he thought this move would be the best for his family. 

Especially for Madelynn.
" Madelynn you can't be mad forever... I'm sorry that you and this Chris guy didn't work out... But honey I promise things are gonna start looking up for us... I know this isn't exactly ideal for any of us, But we have to stick together and work past this all. ," Mitch Says, trying to get his daughter to talk with him.
Her father didn't know everything that happened between Madelynn and Chris. And it was better left that way. But he knew enough from what Scarlett has told him, that he didn't like the kid. Which made this move more appealing for his family.
Madelynn knew her father meant well, but there was just this big empty feeling inside her now. And she didn't know whether she would really be okay or not. She'd lost the only person she ever thought she loved. And it was breaking her more and more as the miles between them increased. 

Her father sighed.
" Honey... Please talk to me... I'm sorry we have to move. But your uncle is really helping us out here. I wouldn't have done this if I didn't think it was for the best."
" I know dad, Just I wish things were different is all...," Madelynn finally answered, as she continued to look out the window. 

' I don't know what to do with myself... I've had Chris in my life for so long... I don't know how to feel about anything anymore... ' 


Now In The Hospital Room
Tuesday, July 3rd, 2018 9:28 AM
Jayden sat in a room beside Madelynn, who laid in a hospital bed. The machines she was hooked up to beeping. Nurses and doctors rushing past the open door of the room they were in.
All the noise making it impossible to get a moment of silence. Jayden grabbed ahold of Madelynn's hand in his. Rubbing his thumb over hers. He wished he could trade her spots. He hated seeing her like this and wanted nothing more than for her to wake up.
Anger suddenly flushed through Jayden, he'd been wanting to know who did this. So he could beat the shit out of them. Cause them just as much pain, if not more.
' how could you hit someone... and just leave them for dead... How could you not even see her on the road! '
He sighed in frustration. He felt powerless and didn't know how to help Madelynn.
" how's she doing...?" Scarlett asked as she walked in shutting the door behind her.
Scarlett had been visiting as often as she could.
Their father was currently on a fishing trip with their uncle and younger brother. They wouldn't be back for another week. So she thought it'd be best to wait until they got back to tell them what happened. She didn't want to ruin their trip. 

" Still no change... how could they not have any leads yet...? She shouldn't be laying in this bed right now...," Jayden said, anger rising in him again as he leaned his head against Madelynn's side. 

" Hey, shhh... It's okay Jayden. You don't know my sister as I do, she's a fighter. But yes I agree with you, She shouldn't be in that bed...," Scarlett told him while putting a hand on his shoulder in comfort. 

Jayden sighed, as he sat up once again, but kept his eyes on his shoes. 

" They should have something though, whoever did this... couldn't have disappeared without a trace...," He says, pulling his head up to look at Madelynn's bruised one. 


The Day Of The Accident
Wednesday, June 29th, 2018 10:46 PM
Fear and anger flashed through her as she rounded the corner, Madelynn's figure coming into sight as she bent down to pick something up. 

Her grip tightening on the wheel as she pressed harder on the gas. 

' I can't let you have him... He won't be with me if your still here... '

She saw Madelynn look up a split second before she ran her over. 

****THUMB****
But she never stopped nor did she slow down. 

' ....everything will be fine now that your gone... I'm sorry Maddie... But I had too... '

She told her self, looking in the rearview mirror at Madelynn's lifeless body lying in the road. 

Her eyes started to water as regret set in.


One Year Ago
Friday, March 3rd,  2017 2:44 PM
The Reid family finally arrived at their Uncle's. As they pulled up to their new house, that was only a little way further down pass were their Uncle lived, Richard, came walking out of the house with a wide grin on his face.
It had been a while since he'd seen his brother or the kids. Mitch's wife wasn't very fond of Rich, and when they first married she talked Mitch into moving away with her. Mitch Ex being the reason the kids didn't really get to see their Uncle Richard.
" Hey there, Glad y'all finally made it.," Richard said as Mitch and the kids unloaded out of the car.
" Yeah, it was a long drive that I never wanna do again, " Mitch says, as he stretches' out his body that had become stiff from sitting so long.
" Hey kids, come give your Uncle a hug! I've missed y'all! ," Rich said, opening his arms wide to hug the three kids.
Bruce took off towards his Uncle, and Scarlett walked over to join in on the hug. Laughing at their little brother's excitement to be here.
Madelynn had barely made it out of the car while the other two were hugging their Uncle.
" Hey Mads, come on. I want a hug from you too. "
Madelynn sighed, not wanting to be bothered. She just wanted to be left alone. But reluctantly, she walked over to her Uncle to give him a hug.
As Madelynn hugged her Uncle, the wave of uncertainty left her. She was filled with determination and freedom.
' I can do this... I don't need him...'
Madelynn took a deep breath, she had a long road ahead of her. And a lot to fight and work for. 


At A Hotel Room
Thursday, June 30th, 2018 3:44 AM

" and where have you been? ," Chris questioned, As Ashley walked through the door while hanging up her keys.
" Just taking care of some stuff. No need to worry. , " She replied, as a devilish smile creeps up to her lips.
' Everything will be fine now... She's gone... '

Resting in her room, Arwen looks out the window and imagines the figure of the man who steals her dreams every night for all these years, so lost in thought she does not notice a young woman approaching, she comes up behind and hugs her affectionately and says  .

 "Mom is thinking about dad again" Neya.

 "Your girl is trying to scare me" Arwen turns and kisses her daughter's head with affection.

 "Mother the aunt arrived and the brother asked me to let him know" Neya.

 "Okay, let's get ready and I'll have a few words with that woman" Arwen with narrowed eyes.

 Ludgrim Gardens

 Sitting enjoying a wonderful tea is Lenore, Tandroa her faithful company also participates and the two talk about the various investigations that she and I are doing for Aindcard, in the middle of the conversation steps are heard and when turning, Lenore stops for a moment the sip on  tea when she sees her old friend, sister and ultimately rival which she blames for her separation from the one she loves, finally she finishes drinking the tea and stares at Arwen.

 Arwen walks over to the table, she changes her vision to Tandroa.

 "A long time without seeing you Tandroa, I hope you have lived well all these years, if you haven't been good you can move to Endor, I can guarantee a better life just like the one my Neya has" Arwen with a sarcastic tone.

 "A long time without seeing you too Lady Arwen, I have lived very well with my lady, thank you for your concern" Tandroa nervous.

 "Enough of your futile words, Sister, it doesn't do any good to me, come sit down and taste that tea, it was my husband's favorite" Lenore with a playful smile.

 Freezing for an instant Arwen glares at Lenore and fires.

 "Hump, you know very well that the husband loved our Elfico flower tea more, so much that before he left he took a lot" Arwen angrily.

 "Hehehe he said that because he knew you were going to complain, he always told me that my tea was the best and asked me not to provoke you" Lenore wryly.

 "You, your seductress, stop saying that, the husband would never say those words, it is because of his schemes that he abandoned me" Arwen clenched his fists.

 "I seductive hump, I want to see who was the one who acted like a whore when he gathered all the sisters to us, and you still have that pose of a forest saint" Lenore said as he stood up.

 Red-faced and ready to explode at any moment, says Arwen.

 "You, don't you dare comment on these things, you who were like that and always were the one who insisted on all of us with your perverted games, your seductive fox" Arwen shoots.

 "Mother, calm down please, what was agreed with the brother, you and aunt need to put these things aside" Neya.

 "Yes, my lady, please, we will deal with the most urgent matters, remember the important thing is to know news from the master" says Tandroa in a low voice to calm Lenore.

 The two look at each other, taking a deep breath and calm down to try a new round of conversations, Lenore decides to start.

 "I sigh I know we have a lot of differences, which is why he left us, I know we both made mistakes and I can't bear to be away from him anymore and even more knowing that some slut can be in his arms, let's leave our differences aside for now"  Lenore.

 "Hump if it weren't for you trying to monopolize him at that time we would be with him, you hardly waited for Sister Charlotte to die to attack, you at least admitted that" Arwen asks.

 "What's the use of looking for culprits, you and that temperament of yours didn't help either, with your ridiculous jealousy" Lenore angrily.

 "Mother and aunt, come on, you almost made it, please, let's get down to business" Neya.

 "Okay enough, Sister Arwen, have you heard from him all these years" Lenore asks.

 "No and I barely got any signs of his passing, a few minor incidents, nothing more, and you" Arwen.

 "Little information, Tandroa who was behind, he is well hidden and if he didn't get worse he could change his form, which makes it almost impossible to find him" Lenore replies.

 "Mother and aunt remember that the father said that only when you benefit from him would he return, it is so difficult for you to get along, see my brothers they love each other so why not you" Neya says and makes the two look at each other without  way.

 "I don't know what happens, but your aunt and I always fought like that, even before we met our husband, it is difficult to explain" Arwen comments.

 "Rum you were always the explosive, always arguing and giving a headache, Sister Charlotte and Sister Pandora who always controlled you" Lenore smiling.

 "I miss the sisters, the weather is really cruel our sisters took us and we have been without our husband for over a thousand years" Arwen sighs.

 Just as four had a slightly more pleasant conversation and the problems were left for a meeting, at sunset a large detachment of knights comes from the east towards the castle, the elven knights at the entrance send a messenger to warn the kings of the team that are  arriving.

 King Dominic his sons and the elders ahead with the escort of the royal guard, Lars next to the princes and Daryn of the King, arriving in front of the castle the king orders the knights to set up camp near where they are like tents of the elves on the beach,  so they dismount from the horses and head towards the castle entrance.

 No big hall are the two kings sitting on the central thrones, which were left by their father for them to use when they need it, beside both are their elders, the rest of the family members are in their chambers, when they see King Dominic enter the room.  the two of them stand up in a sign of respect for the same position they have, so they greet each other.

 "Majesties my name is Dominic and it is my honor to be able to meet both children of our most esteemed ancestral God" Dominc says excitedly.

 "Great king of the human race, it is our honor to meet you also on this day, we have lived the opportunity to meet your grandfather for many years, a great man and king" Arathor speaks.

 "King Dominic and my big brother welcome you and your entourage" Hagen.

 "Majesties let me make the introductions, these are my children, Cristhian the eldest, Drew my second son and Emmy my beloved daughter, sorry for your clothes because she was a little unwell because of the journey" Dominic concludes.

 So when the three kings bow and greet the two kings, Hagen just nods with more satisfaction. Arathor frowned when looking at Emmy, because when she bowed, the vision he had was of a very familiar face that he has not seen for a long time,  then the king continues as presentations with the three elders.

 "Okay, everyone can settle in now, everything is tidy and I think exhausted, we will have meals served in the rooms so you can rest better, we will leave the details of the meeting for tomorrow" Arathor says.

 King Dominic agrees with the arrangement as they are all tired in every way and it would be better to get a good night's sleep soon as the next day many important decisions need to be restarted.

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