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Sylvia Wiles

Who me? Well..I can certainly try!

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a character in “A Wish and a Regret”, as played by BumbleDrop

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Sylvia Wiles
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Theme: River Flows in You by Yiruma
Role: Female #4- The Town Girl Baker
Gender: Female
Nickname(s): Syl, Sylvi
Age: 19
Race: Human

Appearance:
Sylvia is 5'3 weighing around 140 pounds. She is on the curvier side, making her have a hour-glass figure. Her hair stops right at the small of her back; she has it down most of the time and pins it back. Some say she has the body of her mother and the face of her father. She has a scar on the back of her neck, down her back, and across her stomach from when her mother tried to kill her.

Preferred Clothing:
Sylvia has always been the one to make her own clothing. She mostly wheres skirts but, anything that is cute and simple she will wear. Most of her clothing though are on the dull color scale. Beige, green, and red are the majority. She has one fancy dress that she adores, which is a forest green ball gown her mother wore when she had first met her father.

Height: 5'3
Weight: 140
Hair Color: Auburn
Eye Color: Auburn

Personality:
Sylvia has a quiet personality. She will keep to herself most of the time, only speaking here and there. But don't let it fool you, she loves talking and being friendly. Sylvia tries hard not to show her emotions in front of anybody, it makes her feel like she is bothering people and looking for attention. She is not one to be easily angered, but once she is, she will properly tell you in secret how she feels.

All in all, she is a sweet, loving, and caring girl. She would take a bullet for those who she keeps close. She hates violence, living with it up until she was 13, it is something she tries hard to stay away from. She always tries to help, even when it might be impossible for her to. Some people swear she is something of an angel, but she would think otherwise.

Quirks:
Overly honest person, always telling the truth. She will only do this in secret. Sylvia only drinks clear or red drinks. She always bites the insides of her lips when she is nervous or thinking. When she is really excited she does this little jump and wiggles her hips. She gets easily destracted by cute animals or breathtaking landscapes.

Likes:
The smell of old books, libraries, puppies, kittens, sloths, fresh air, the country side, bonfires, fireflies, thunderstorms, playing in thunderstorms, food.
Dislikes:
Violence, lightening, rude people, clowns, tornadoes, snakes.
Hobbies:
Reading, writing, helping people.

Phobia(s):
Atelophobia - Fear of imperfection.
Atychiphobia - Fear of failure.
Coulrophobia - Fear of clowns.
Ecophobia - Fear of the home.
Lilapsophobia - Fear of tornadoes.
Ophidiophobia - Fear of snakes.


Weapon:
Even though she rather hill with kindness, she carried a pocket knife in her skirt's pockets everywhere she goes.

Fighting Style:
Mainly defensive style. She hates violence, but she does know how to defend herself to get away. She will scream while pushing someone back, hit in areas that will mostly affect them, and use the small pocket knife if ever the situation get to that point.

Abilities:
She sings sweetly, usually putting her kitten or baby to sleep. Since money was limited and she started from a young age, she can sew pretty well, if ever should she want to, she could sew a store full of clothes. Her advice and listening skills tend to draw depress people into a more happier place.

Personal History:
On a very hot May night Sylvia was conceived by Alen Wiles and Dalila Henderville. Both were the leader, like king and queen, in their pack. Everything seemed to fit just right. It was a shock when they found out that the popular Alen and Dalila would mess up the perfect life they seemed to have. On that night, Sylvia was seemed to be fault of the downfall of her parents social life. Why didn't they get an abortion? No one ever knew.

On January 24 Sylvia arrived healthy and happy, not really knowing that life wouldn't be easy. Three years later her father would leave and her mother would start to drink heavily, and the beatings began. Sylvia would go to school with bruises and teachers would be worried, but she would try her best to say it was from playing carelessly outside or that she fell. It would only get worse from there, money was getting scarce and she would have to rummage through old clothes just so she could have something to wear. Going from preteen to teenager would be the hay that broke the camel's back. Sylvia would receive her curves and and other lovely things that her mother was shockingly jealous of. And on August 14th she would welcome the scars that would show the hardships of a broken family.

Somehow, maybe someone was looking after her, a stranger would walk by her house and see her lying on the ground fighting to stay alive. She was taken home by the man and lived with him until she was eighteen. She loves her adoptive parents more then anything in the world. On mother's day she would visit her biological mom, even if it was at a bar room.

Other: She works at a bakery as a cashier, making her living like that. She lives in the apartment above and loves it. The day after she moved out, she ran into her father, who somehow turned out to be a wealthy man. After telling him the life she had with her biological mother, he tries to make it up to her by having tea with her every Saturday afternoon.

So begins...

Sylvia Wiles's Story

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Sylvia walked through the thick woods that lined the river, her eyes wondering around the woods for danger. As much as she loved to walked these woods at night, it was becoming more and more dangerous for her to do so each day. She thanked the Gods that there was enough moonlight for her to see; the past few days it was either to dark, foggy, or both. That depressed her a little, these little walks calmed her mind and the memories that haunted her. "Mother, why can't you just quit the drinking?!" She thought.

She sighed, leaned on a tree that was near the bridge, and slid down until she sat on ground. "Times like these, just..." She whispered to her self and then jumped as she saw a bottle fly by her. "What in the world?!" She said softly, then peeked around the tree. She squinted her eyes to try and see who threw it, but was not successful all she could see was more trees, the river, and a figure standing on the bridge. Sylvia pondered on whether she should move or not, if she moved who ever threw that bottle might be: one, drunk and two,violent. With this in mind she quietly got up and started to walk towards the bridge, listening to the beautiful lullaby being sung by the figure on the bridge. "Did she throw it?" She thought. A man stood by some markers, "Oh crud! I should go!" She thought as she turned around and started to walk off, she tripped over a root and fell on her face. "Ugh!" She whispered as she looked at the branch, "Stupid feet!" She sighed and slid up to her knees and winched. While tripping she cut the side of her ankle. "Ouchie." She whispered and looked around hoping no one saw, the man was walking away and she sighed happily. "Thank the Gods!" She thought, and slowly started to get up.

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The night was growing colder as Sylvia made it to the river to clean the scarp on her knee. She ripped two strips from her skirt, looked down and rolled her eyes. "Great, now I am showing way to much skin." She sighed. The skirt she had on was knee length, now it was mid thigh. She got down on one knee and soaked the cloth. "Mmmm." She said as she let the water run over her hand. Her eyes watered as she touched the cloth to her skin and wiped the blood away. Sylvia carefully picked out the splinters and wiped the wound again. With shaky hands she wrapped her knee tightly and stood up. "There!" She said.

Sylvia took one step and winched in pain. "Ow ow ow!" She cried out. She had heard another voice singing and looked a bit worried. "Nothing but crazies." She whispered and limped her way back to the path that took her to the main road. The main road lead her to her house, which would of only took about twenty minutes but with the injury it would take her double the time. The path looked creepier then when it usually does and Sylvia started to panic. She hurried up the path and onto the main road.

Two figures laughing were walking in her direction and froze, "Oh no, oh no, oh no!" She whispered and looked around for where she could hide. She took a step, trying to balance and cried out, "Uh!" Her eyes watered and she stumbled to a tree next to her. "Just my luck." She thought. One of the two figures appeared and she blinked. "Oh thank the gods he is only a kid!" She giggled to herself. She pushed herself up and started her way back home. "Two kids could possible do anything to me." She thought, not seeing if the other figure was a kid or not. Wiping her hands on her, now mini skirt, Sylvia tripped and bumped into the little boy. "Oh crap!." She thought. She smiled sweetly and whispered, "S-sorry!"

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Remmy and Demitri were somewhat surprised by the woman. Remmy put his hand on his bow, while Demitri tried to help her up. She was about his height, a bit shorter, but taller then Demitri. Remmy then noticed she is not hte kind of person to be walking at night, especially since she was unarmed and had no clear magic or clear physical strength he could see. Then again, physical strength would be hard to see.

Remmy then asked her "What are you doing out here at night?". Just then, two theives, one of them blind, ran past them, running and acting all panicked, as if they were both lost and running from someone. "Well, that was.....odd....."

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One of the boys had actually helped her, while the other held his bow. "Oh my! I just might die after all." She thought and looked up at the boy who had helped her. "Thank you so much, I really am sorry to have bumped into you." She whispered then averted her attention to the other boy. She blushed at the question, "I could just say I was walking! Which is true!" She thought. She was about to answer his question when two thieves were running, she saw one was blind and felt bad. "He-" She was about to stop the man, but thought twice about doing so, it would of been dumb of her to do so. "U-Uhm shouldn't we run too?" She whispered to the two boys next to her.

Her eyes looked all over the place and saw nothing but woods, the bridge, and people gathered on it. "Could it be them that startled these two thieves?" She thought and started to limp back to her home, not waiting for an answer. She was already hurt and she could barely fight as is.

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THats when they noted "Why would we run? They didn't look like good people..."

Thats when Remmy noticed she was limping. "Are you okay? Your limping" he noted, running over to her and trying to help her, thought he didn't really know how. Thats when he also heard movement in the bushes and such close by.

"I think we should head towards the bridge with the people, because there are Bandits or something are out there...." he noted, adding "Also, the thieves ran that way, and eventually they will stop running...."

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Sylvia looked at the guy who asked her is she was okay. "No I thought I was dancing." She thought, but she smiled and said, "I am fine, thank you." She started to walk towards the bridge, which thankfully was not far at all. The pain in her knee slowly subdued and she was able to kind of walk right.

Now the thing that pained her mind once she got to the bridge was the fact that her skirt was way to short for her likings. "Ohh gosh! There are so many people here!" She thought and blushed as she got a little closer to the knight. Her eyes ran over the others that were there. "S-Sorry to bother you all..." She whispered, hoping no one heard her, "But uhm I think there are some thieves running in the woods and we thought it would be safe for us to come here until everything was safe." She managed to say a little louder and motioned to the two guys with her, still not knowing their names. Her head was bowed slightly, but she looked up towards the knight. "A knight here must mean someone royal is in this group! And I look like this!" She thought, her face turning a deep red.

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Character Portrait: Knell-Lia Maris Osael de Oceania Character Portrait: Crane Ichabod Character Portrait: Remmy Jakova Character Portrait: Echo-Una Acacia Amalric de Oceania Character Portrait: Sylvia Wiles Character Portrait: Zeph'ere la Skiya ver Nimvus

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The Sylph heir-prince shuddered lightly in night breeze, as the clouds that had rolled into the moon shifted and the moons light reflected off his stainless white feathers of his strong wings. His long silky red hair draped back over his shoulders. His attractive face seemed to catch the moon beams, lighting it up like a pale rose. With the number of people now here, especially the three women, including the young chocolate haired human woman that had joined them, Zeph'ere thought it only proper to introduce himself. The two new boys looked like common humans, but something about their air made him uneven, so he was even further put on his guard.

"I suppose it's only noble for me to introduce myself. I am Heir-Prince Zeph'ere la Skiya ver Nimvus, one day king of the Nimvus Kingdom." His wings shuddered as he stood with his helmet slung under his right arm. He bowed slowly and respectfully.

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Character Portrait: Knell-Lia Maris Osael de Oceania Character Portrait: Crane Ichabod Character Portrait: Remmy Jakova Character Portrait: Echo-Una Acacia Amalric de Oceania Character Portrait: Sylvia Wiles Character Portrait: Zeph'ere la Skiya ver Nimvus

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Knell blinked and looked upon the winged man as he introduced himself as a prince, although it wasn’t much so shocking to hear as much—he was rather regal in his mannerisms, and his manner of attire. More people had just come upon the group, a human looking girl and two boys, who did themselves look ordinary, yet there was something off about them. That much she could feel more so than tell. She’d more or less gone and introduced herself, Echo, and Crane to the group already, but hearing the winged one call himself a prince was a bit surprising to her, as she was a princess by technicality. Of course, that was a fact that was being hidden from the world for the sake of her own life, for whatever the reason. In a way, it was kind of surprising for her to be meeting a fellow noble. . . .

In a way, it actually made her a little excited, the only true nobility she had ever had contact with were her stepfather, mother and her sisters, as well as those men who her stepfather, Llyr, had chosen as her suitors . . . strange and prideful Undine who didn’t seem to at all value her as a person, just as a something to gain them status. . . .

This man however, Zeph’ere, seemed to be a different sort. . . . It intrigued her. ’Knell, watch yourself. . . .’ Canaan warned, to which Knell remained silent as she tilted her head to the side, looking at the Sylph curiously.

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Character Portrait: Knell-Lia Maris Osael de Oceania Character Portrait: Crane Ichabod Character Portrait: Remmy Jakova Character Portrait: Sylvia Wiles Character Portrait: Zeph'ere la Skiya ver Nimvus

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Echo felt Knell pull herself away. She saw her friend smile softly.

The Mermaid princess grabbed Echo’s hand. “I apologize for the sudden and rather impolite manner in which I greeted Echo, yet I could not help myself from doing so. She and I are indeed travelers, wandering the lands to better grasp the beauty of the world, yet we are still rather inexperienced in our dealings with much, and thanks to this, we unfortunately managed to get separated earlier this day after I suffered . . . an accident.” Knell paused to wipe the tears from her eyes. “I am called Knell Blackburn, and my dearest companion here,” Knell motioned toward Echo, “Is Echo Thrussell.” The introduction seemed to be over.


But then the princess seemed to have realized something, “Ah! I had nearly forgotten to do so! However, the knight donned in black armor is also a traveling companion of mine—he aided me when my life was being threatened following the separation Echo and underwent, he is now acting as a protector and guide to myself and my dear friend.” Knell looked up and smiled at him as she spoke. “Sir Crane? Perhaps you would want to properly introduce yourself instead of having me do so?”

In a brief bow, Crane replied "I believe you've already explained enough of me, miss Blackburn. There is little else I can say of myself at the moment." His focus seemed to watch the Sylph.


"I suppose it's only noble for me to introduce myself. I am Heir-Prince Zeph'ere la Skiya ver Nimvus, one day king of the Nimvus Kingdom." Echo noticed his wings tremble. He held his helmet as he bowed. He certainly looked noble… And he definitely acted as such, but somehow Echo did not expect him to say he was noble. She wondered how Knell felt to meet a fellow noble…

Echo looked up at Knell trying to guess at her thoughts... She didn’t know what to say or do, but she was very nervous to be around so many people… She didn’t like it. Continuing to stroke her hair, Echo noticed herself begin to tremble. She sighed at her hopeless self, praying that no one could see how truly nervous she was. She stood up before flipping her hair to the other side of her head again and continuing to brush through it with her hands.

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Character Portrait: Knell-Lia Maris Osael de Oceania Character Portrait: Crane Ichabod Character Portrait: Itan Soldin Character Portrait: Remmy Jakova Character Portrait: Abilene Sylva Caen Character Portrait: Sylvia Wiles Character Portrait: Zeph'ere la Skiya ver Nimvus

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Abilene had been listening happily to the beautiful melodies sung by the female and male from her perch in the old maple tree. Her senses were tangled up in the feeling and emotion that poured forth from the voices, and it seemed almost like a shock-wave to her emotions when they ceased their wonderful music. She listened harder for their melody, but picked up the sound of another's voice joining in - a female, who had a distinctive ring to her song.

The music continued on between the voices, until it seemed to end entirely. Abilene wasn't sure of the cause, and wished desperately for the song to continue; it had such a calming effect on her, and she felt ripped away from that calming sensation when the song ended. It left her wanting for more.

Swinging her feet up onto the branch next to her, she pushed herself up in to a walking position. Her movements throughout the branches were feline-like in nature, as she seemed to possess this almost unearthly balance. Moving around the large trunk of the tree, she climbed higher in its branches, and began her outward movement towards the sounds original location in hopes of catching it once more.

She listened harder, and found herself catching bits of a conversation between a group. Her curiosity was getting the best of her, and she searched the area ahead of her for signs of the group. Her eyes found a bridge, not too far from her location in the tree, just over the water. The group was gathered around, speaking with one another. A male from the group broke off and went his own way, and some more joined into the gathering. Abilene tried harder to hear what the conversation was about - these people seemed odd to her; different. She had never seen someone with wings before, or hair of such a bright fiery color. And the two females who seemed alike in some way were also a curiosity to her; they seemed almost as if they didn't belong. There was one female who seemed normal compared to the rest, as well as two males who she couldn't really see all two well; she assumed they were rather normal. And then there was also that large metal... person? She wasn't all too sure on what was standing with the group. She had heard what sounded like a males voice come from inside it, but the concept of armor confused her.

Leaning out more on the branch, she strained harder to hear that groups conversation. She felt the old maple give a groan, and she looked towards the tree in apology. "I just want to hear the song again..." she said to the tree, as if explaining her reasoning. Turning back to look at the group, she made another motion to try to hear better...

...and found herself no longer high up in the tree branch. Instead, she was plummeting towards the water below the branch she had been on, having seemingly taken a tumble from the branch for being overzealous on hearing the beautiful song once more.

She hit the waters surface with a medium impact, the force of it stunning her for a few moments; she immediately found water filling her nose and mouth, which was enough to break her out of that stunned stillness. Abilene felt as if the weight of the world was upon her, and she struggled underwater for a few moments, trying to push herself upward. The cold water stung against her skin, and she stuck her hands out in an attempt to find something to grab onto. A lonesome root from the maple tree was the first thing she grabbed, so she pulled herself towards the tree itself using the root as a guide. Touching mud, she scrambled up and out of the water, onto the bank where the tree was growing near. She coughed water out of her mouth as well as the bit she felt in her lungs, and gasped for clean air, feeling the sharp contrast to the temperature of the water as the chilly night air filled her lungs and numbed her skin.

Clothing clinging to her form, she tried to stand to remove herself from such a close proximity after such an event, but found herself unable to move from her spot; her legs were too shaky from the experience. Instead she tried to back herself into the form of the tree, hoping beyond all hopes to simply disappear into the bark.

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Character Portrait: Knell-Lia Maris Osael de Oceania Character Portrait: Crane Ichabod Character Portrait: Remmy Jakova Character Portrait: Echo-Una Acacia Amalric de Oceania Character Portrait: Abilene Sylva Caen Character Portrait: Sylvia Wiles Character Portrait: Zeph'ere la Skiya ver Nimvus

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Knell could only smile a bit as her dear friend stood to her feet in what seemed to be a flighty manner, she was indeed a nervous girl at the moment, it was obvious enough to the Undine Princess because dear Echo happened to be fiddling about with her hair again, something she always did when nervous. She was really happy to see her again so soon, after being separated in such a shocking manner, it was sort of hard to fathom just how much Echo had been missed, Knell didn’t really realize until seeing her again that she’d been so worried about her. And despite their reunion, the Undine girl was already back to her shy and timid ways at being so near new people; Knell understood how meek the pastel-haired woman could be around new people.

However, she herself found new people fascinating; the experience wonderful in itself~ Even with what she had dealt with that morning, when she’d met Crane, the prospect of meeting a group of new people was great, she’d been so isolated from people before, and meeting someone new was fantastic. They would have stories to share with her, about things she’d never seen or heard about. . . . That was something that she cherished completely, hearing about what wonders the world before her held made her want to see more of it every day. And, that was something she hoped she got a chance to do; although her life was threatened, Knell was okay because it gave her a new leash on life, the chance to see the world with freedom she hadn’t had before. Best of all, she even got to see it with her dearest friend Echo. On top of that even, she already had another traveling companion too.

What was not to be happy about . . . ? ‘And yet still, I have met more people whom are all interesting, one of whom is even a noble, one that seems so very different from nearly all I have encountered before. . . .’

‘Knell, don’t you think you might be getting a bit overenthusiastic about this? Even if this Sylph prince might seem different from Llyr or our sisters, you never know what to expect out of people.’

The Undine girl lowered her head a bit and a softhearted smile formed on her young face, knowing well her brother’s intentions, his warnings were meant to keep her protected, safe. He just wanted what was best for her, her safety; which is why he was anxious, nervous and unsure of having so many unfamiliar people around her right then. Even if when he overtook her body, he would not be able to protect her from so many unknown people at once. Even if the prospect of danger was evident, Knell still felt . . . secure. ‘I am aware that I should be careful around so many unknowns Canaan, but . . . I do not sense ill-intent from anyone here, and also, I have companions who will help keep me safe if something took a wrong turn.’

Canaan did not respond to Knell’s words, but the girl could still feel her brother stirring within his half of her mind, his soul not at ease yet. But really, Knell felt safe where she was, even with so many people around whom she didn’t know, it felt all right, okay. They hadn’t tried to harm her, so, she had no reason to believe they’d do so. Her identity was still a secret too, even if Crane was aware of her Undine heritage, he didn’t know she was royalty, a princess. . . .

Moving her hand off her lap, Knell placed it delicately upon the paved road below herself, and carefully pushed herself up to her feet again, proceeding to brush her skirt off, and to smooth out any wrinkles within it. It was time to cease sitting, especially when Echo had already ascended upward. A bit of a laugh came from her throat as she smiled to the group of people, “Well, I can say without a single doubt within my mind that I was not at all expecting to encounter so many new people all at once here. I only sought after Echo, but, I am very happy to make the acquaintance of everyone here~” she nearly sang, the elation in her voice evident. Lacing her fingers together, Knell set her hands at her front. In a way, the girl was honestly curious about what had led so many strangers to meet in one place at a single point in time like this. . . .

“Ah~ If I may be allowed to ask it of everyone here . . . why is it that everyone converged into one location so suddenly?” Knell asked, looking around at everyone, the curiosity sparkled in her aquamarine eyes. But, before anything could happen, the Undine girl found herself distracted by the sounds of a splash in the river below . . . and someone struggling. Blinking in surprise, Knell found her legs moving before her mind functioned and registered it in her mind. Her small hands were placed upon the handrails of the stone bridge once again, and she was looking over the side of it in uncertainty, knowing she’d heard something within the water that didn’t sound good.

The girl leaned over the side of the railing further to try to see better in the dark of the night . . . yet she managed to just about lean out too far, because Knell about found herself tipping over the side, and into the river below, a yelp coming from her lungs as it began to happen.

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Sylvia stayed silent, she didn't know what to do. "I can either talk and possibly die...or stay quiet and possibly not die." She thought as she watched the others chat and move about. she looked down at her hands a fiddled with them as she listened. She thought it over and realized she needed to get home, the night was getting colder and she shivered. She looked weak next to them, like she didn't belong. "I-I think I should go, I am so sorry to be of bother." She whispered, hoping that they would hear her. If she had to speak any louder her voice might crack. The whole time talking she looked down at her hands a feet.

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Echo turned her attention away from the group of people and her friend, as she heard a faint voice from behind her… The voice seemed somewhat close, yet not close enough for the girl to understand what was being said. Was someone spying on the group?

Just as she thought that the group might be in trouble, gravity took hold of yet another victim. The descent was much too fast for Echo to see who it might be. However, the person had been the one talking away from the group… For a brief moment, Echo wondered whether to see if the girl was okay and interrogate her or to see if someone else had been with her. If she was talking, that could mean more company... That could mean trouble.

Knowing that Knell was there and many people beside her, Echo figured they would at least check to see if the woman was okay. So, Echo checked the branches around the one where the woman fell. The young undine was baffled to see no one there… No one seemed to be… Still expecting someone to be around, Echo looked in the bushes around the tree. Still nothing. Echo hadn’t even found a listening device. The woman seemed to have been talking to herself.

Turning, Echo saw the drenched woman in the lake. Echo walked over to her, but the woman simply backed away into her tree again. She seemed very embarrassed.

Suspicion continued to creep over Echo. After all, even if Echo and Knell had left the ocean far behind them, assassins could still be hunting for her on land. If they had hired people of the land or air to do their bidding, Echo and Knell were at a huge disadvantage. It wasn’t only that they didn’t know their surroundings, but they weren’t used to the huge effects that gravity had on land.

“Well, I can say without a single doubt within my mind that I was not at all expecting to encounter so many new people all at once here. I only sought after Echo, but, I am very happy to make the acquaintance of everyone here~” Knell said with whimsy. “Ah~ If I may be allowed to ask it of everyone here . . . why is it that everyone converged into one location so suddenly?” As Echo looked at her speaking friend, she noticed a slight wobble before… She began to tumble!

Echo reached toward her, but she also needed to take a few step. Swiftly, she did so, but she was not going to make it! She was too slow on land… In the sea, she could be one of the swiftest, but on land she was probably the slowest. She wasn’t going to be able to save her friend… Their secret would be out and soon the assassins would be here.

In a flash, a big suit of armor reached for Knell and the girl was safe. Someone in such a huge hunk of armor could move so much faster than Echo on land… Even in her light cloth. At least Knell was safe. Echo was extremely grateful that Sir Crane was there to save her from disaster.

"Gravity does not seem to sit well with you, does it miss Blackburn?" The knight said. His voice seemed a little… Tense. Gravity does not sit well with many of us. Echo thought as she turned to the soaked girl and then to herself.

"Help." He pleaded.


Echo rushed over and began to pull on them. Still not understanding how gravity worked, Echo was unsure as to how to keep them from falling into the depths of the water.

"Fantastic." Spoke a man. He smiled as he waltzed up to the bridge and laughed. He seemed a little condescending… "Just hold onto her big guy," He pulled on the knight by his shoulder. Echo, now unsure of what to do, helped to secure Knell on the other side.

"Come on, I can't do all of it alone." Echo was there, but she sure wasn’t much help.

"There you go, now if you'll excuse me." He went over to the drenched girl to check on her.


Echo hadn’t noticed, but Zeph’ere had been checking on Knell too. Echo’s heart bled as she felt completely useless. She was ready to fade into the background… She couldn’t save knell now. She would never be capable of such a thing. What made her think she would even hope to help her out? Why, Echo was only weighing her down. If it weren’t for Knell waiting on Echo, she might be a few towns over by now. Echo couldn’t save her from falling off a cliff and she couldn’t save her from falling off a bridge. There was no reason for her to be there… Echo was such a useless person.

Knell blushed as the two men had saved her from falling into the stream of water below. Echo’s heart thrashed within her. If those two hadn’t been there… Echo would have been useless to save her dear friend. Thank goodness for them… Thank goodness for Knell. She was safe.


“Yes . . . I am faring well now.” Knell responded to Zeph’ere and Echo noticed his presence. “I must apologize for that scare everyone, I did not mean for that to occur. . . .” Nervousness filler her voice. “As Sir Crane asked me, gravity and I are not the best of friends I fear, I seem to always be having incidents such as this happening to me.” Nervous laughs escaped her dear friend.

"Perhaps we should retire for night then, Miss Blackburn. Before you have anymore accidents. I believe your friend hasn't had dinner either." He spoke ever so calm and considerately… But Echo wouldn’t be joining them for dinner. She certainly wasn’t hungry. She bet that Knell was angry with her… After all, her dear friend did absolutely nothing to help her. She couldn’t. She was too weak. Echo always leaned on Knell, but she felt as though Knell could never depend on her for anything. Why was Echo even there?

“Ah, yes, Sir Crane . . . it would probably indeed be for the best that we head in for the night, it is getting to be late, after all.” Disappointment echoed from Knell as she responded “But, it would be rude to suddenly part ways with those who have gone out of their way to assist another person they barely know. So, perhaps Sir Zeph’ere and the other man who helped us would like to come along?” Uncertainty shook her voice toward the end.

“Would you like to join us, I believe I owe you and the other man who helped me out more than just a verbal show of gratitude; perhaps I can pay for dinner?” Echo didn’t lift a finger to stop her dear friend. She was the suspicious type, but she was too busy wallowing in guilt to think of how bad it might be to have strangers at the table… Especially after they had saved her best friend.

Echo did her best to slip away from the crowd. Knell would surely be better off without Echo weighing her down. If it came to Knell’s life or continuing a friendship with her, Echo would have to choose Knells life… And twice in one day Echo had been in capable of helping her dearest and only friend. Echo was better off friendless if she couldn’t help them out. Knell was better off without a friend who could only sit in the sidelines. It tore Echo apart… She deeply wanted to thank the two for saving her friend, but she couldn’t. Doing so would draw unwanted attention to the undine girl. After all, she was trying to run away. She could come back some other time, after she had trained more… Then maybe she could help her friend. Maybe she wouldn’t be such a dead weight or a third wheel.


Desperately, Echo wanted to jump into the water… She wanted to hide in it. However, the water wasn’t near deep enough… Echo wanted to drown in it, but surely an undine couldn’t drown. Such was unheard of… How silly it was to think that. If only she could backtrack to the sea. Then she could be at home again… A lonely place, certainly not the same home Echo and Knell originated from… But under the water at least…

The emotionally distraught undine child backed her way off of the bridge. She was ready to free Knell from her weight, even if that meant she had to travel in the night. Echo wouldn’t say goodbye, for she knew Knell would try to stop her. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice the one she called her friend for so long running away. She’d stop her for sure.

Echo knew running away would make her dear friend hate her and she would never trust Echo again if they were to meet… It would break her friend’s heart… Echo wished she didn’t have to, but at least Knell would be more capable of survival. One less person for Knell to worry about…

It was a flawed plan… But there could never be a perfect plan.

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Having heard it asked enough times, Zeph'ere wanted to explain himself. "I was just following that one's voice." He raise his hand along with his wing and point at Echo. He tucked his white wing back in and continued. "I heard her voice near the mouth of the river. I am traveling the world on my Rums'nido, my kind's rite of passage. I heard her voice coming from the bridge but then carried closer to town. It was a beautiful tune, I've never heard anything like it." The heir-prince knew the dangers of this world, but he had yet to cross anything he wasn't able to stop on his own. But if it comforted the young woman with a voice as pure as the sea, it would better to go inside. "I've just arrived here, I can afford lodging so I will be happy to reimburse you for my stay." Zeph'ere smiled with the sincere charm becoming of a future king.

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"I was just following that one's voice." The winged one pointed toward Echo, but she would never have known. She didn’t think much of her voice. It may have been gorgeous, but in her mind… She was nothing special. Echo assumed Zeph’ere had been speaking of Knell. He raise "I heard her voice near the mouth of the river. I am traveling the world on my Rums'nido, my kind's rite of passage. I heard her voice coming from the bridge but then carried closer to town. It was a beautiful tune, I've never heard anything like it. I've just arrived here, I can afford lodging so I will be happy to reimburse you for my stay." He sounded pleasant from behind the tall undine.


“I must apologize to everyone,” Echo could hear her friend speak from behind her. She sounded rather… Nervous. “Even if you are not upset by the fact that you were drawn here by the song Echo and I sang, I still believe I owe you all an apology. . . Regardless of whether or not everyone is capable of paying their own ways, I would still prefer to at least pay for a late meal for everyone that the song drew together.” Echo felt her heart sink with every word the princess spoke. She fought back the tears welding in her eyes. She would not cry.

“Echo!! Come now, we are headed to the Inn to eat, you need to be properly introduced to Sir Crane as well since you and I are to be traveling with him consistently soon!” Echo heard her dear friend call to her. She gripped the cloth over her heart and braced herself. She felt the confusion wash over her friend…




“Ec-Echo . . . ?” Knell cried out…


Echo stoped.

MOVE![/] She urged herself… [i]Run! She begged herself. She did not move. Her heart bled within her chest. Water continued to build up in the young one’s eyes… I will not cry! It was an order. She begged herself not to cry… Her eyes reddened with the urge to let her tears fall.



Echo Thrussell!” It was Canaan… His voice was hard and cold… There wasn’t a hint of a waver in it. His voice was a rock. Echo collapsed to her knees. She sniffled, but she refused to cry. “Don’t you dare think I don’t know what you are doing!” His voice stayed strong and accusing… Sometimes Echo wondered if Canaan knew her better than Knell did… He believed less of the goodness in everyone than Knell seemed to. “I know that you are perfectly aware of what I’m talking about, Echo! Do you really think that running away from her is going to absolve anything at all?! Will it really do anything other than make her scared, and sad from the confusion of why you left without a damn word?!” His voice raged like a hurricane, forcing winds knocking Echo futher down than she had ever felt…Canaan was right… All Echo would do by leaving is cause more problems… If Echo stayed, she’d weigh her friend down… If she left, she would weigh her down. The options were plain and simple. Weigh Knell down or weigh Knell down… Echo was a dead weight no matter what she did…

Echo’s hands gripped the clot harder… Her pale skin seemed almost transparent, showing the bones of her knuckles under it.


“You know perfectly well what it is I am capable of! I’m not scared to do what I have to do in order to keep her happy, Echo! And, I’ll do whatever the Hell I have to in order to make sure that you don’t make her cry! Get back here now!!” Echo was submissive. She forced herself to stand and she drug herself to his side… Her back was curved. She slouched unconsciously as she wished to disappear.

Please don’t speak of Knell as her… Someone will find out… Echo begged inside… Echo was ready to give up. She was ready to vanish forever… To cease her existence. There wasn’t a reason for her to be around. She knew she was nothing… That she was the original betrayer of Knell… There was no reason Knell would want such a horrid and evil person to stay by her side. She could never make up for that mistake. She could never mean anything to anyone… But somehow she meant something to the princess.

Knell held Echo dear to her heart… Echo held Knell dear to hers. But there was a reason their friendship was forbidden. People like Echo should never exist… Echo had no place in the world… The gloom air of doom hung in the air around Echo. She felt as though everyone could see her tar heart bleeding from a mile away… The darkness in her was prominent… Even if Echo would not allow herself to shed any tears… She knew her pain was apparent… Why am I here? She questioned herself. She was ready to bolt away, to leave the world far behind…

All Echo could do was prove how much of a fool she was… No matter what she did now, she would forever lose the trust of her friend… Of course, Knell had every right to hate Echo and to never trust her… This makes two betrayals from Echo and none from Knell…


Echo felt like gum on someone’s shoe… Icky, gooey stuff that never lets go, but aggravates everyone. Although that is horrid, Echo didn’t know how to change… Although she trained to be strong, she was still as weak as a little guppy. Her heart wanted to help Knell, but her mind didn’t know how… No matter what, both of them would be hurt if Echo didn’t get stronger soon… Faster too. Under the sea, she may be fast and strong, but even with the pressure of the sea weighing against her, she was weak and slow on land. The pressure of the water felt like nothing… She could float through the sea and never know anything else… With that, she would be content. On land, Echo didn’t understand how to coordinate her body and she became flimsy and slow… Gravity pushed her to the ground and there was nothing Echo could do to stop it. It did the same to Knell. The last thing Knell needed was for another clumsy undine to prance around and ruin things for her… But she also didn’t need to lose her friend. Some friend Echo was…

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Embarrassment was the first emotion to write itself onto Abilene's face; that was followed almost as quickly by a feeling of needing to be withdrawn from the situation. Torn between staying by the tree and running off, as best as she might have been able to in a soaking wet dress, the pale-haired girl couldn't come to a decision fast enough on whether to leave or stay.

Her commotion seemed to cause an array of trouble all its own, and the Dryad wished once more she could simply melt away. 'Maybe they didn't notice...' she thought, feeling even more embarrassment color her cheeks at the realization that maybe she shouldn't have been quite so nosy.

Her mind told her to leave, since most likely no one had noticed her - of course, she was lying to herself. But before she could make her getaway, a male who had helped right the commotion on the bridge began to make his way towards her.

She backed up instinctively towards the tree trunk, wanting more than anything to climb right back up into the branches and disappear from sight. The old maple gave a sort of groan, almost as if had read her very thoughts and was trying to encourage her not to go through with them. Finding her legs unable to listen to her brain, she once again focused her attention on the male who approached. Who was he? What was he planning on doing? She had never seen someone quite like him before. He was so very, very... tall. Abilene had to crane her neck to see him as he approached her.




What was it her mother and father had told her when she was younger, she thought. Something about the Dryad people ranging in height, and she had just happened to get the short end of the stick. She had given her father a rather bland expression at his joke - he had thought it was rather humorous and laughed about it for quite a few minutes. Once he finished laughing, he continued on to explain himself. "The dryads can be tall or short, depending on the trees they inhabit and protect. You come from a mother who protected the apple trees, and a father who just happens to be human." He had ruffled her hair slightly at that point, before pulling her into his lap as her mother continued his story for him.

"Your aunties protect trees that range in height, and many of them are taller, depending on the tree. But there are other creatures of this world who vary in height as well. Some may be smaller than you, and some may be much taller. But this doesn't make them any less or more than you, do you understand?" She had nodded towards her mother, burying her head in her fathers neck. He smiled, and her mother came to sit in front of her husband and daughter. "You must promise me you will not judge them, until they have given you fair evidence for you to do so." Abilene had looked upon her mothers loving face, and nodded once more.

Her father smiled; "Thats my girl..."





Abilene's memory drifted away from her, as she brought herself back to the situation at hand. The male was just right in front of her, and she found herself drawing in a deep breath, and pulling herself away from the tree to stand up straight. Fully expecting whatever it was that he would say to her... she didn't find herself expecting him to wrap a warm cloak around her shoulders. Grasping at it as he closed it around her front, she gazed up at him in mild surprise.

"You alright miss?" he had began, and she nodded slightly. "Not exactly the best idea to take a dip in a freezing river in the middle of the night." He seemed to almost have a slight smile about the way he said his last sentence, and she found herself looking around her surroundings, almost forgetting where she was.

Looking back up at him, she went to explain herself, before closing her mouth tightly, biting back the words before they came. 'I only just fell in... well, because I was snooping...' she thought, once again feeling embarrassment heat her cheeks. She couldn't bring herself to say it, so she paused before she gave him an answer.

"Thank you for your kindness. I... seemed to have lost my balance." The smile she offered him was timid, as if she were testing the waters. He seemed genuinely worried about her well-being, and it was then that she realized exactly what he had given her.

Feeling as if it were too much for him to have given her his cloak, she lightly protested. "I very much appreciate your kindness, but I cannot possibly take this from you and soak it through because of my mistake..." Her voice trailed off, and she felt at a loss on what to do. She had to admit; the cloak was warm and had a sort of comforting appeal to it. And he was right... it was cold out.

Her ears picked up someone mentioning food, and a place to stay, and she immediately pictured the Inn near her home. 'Maybe I could go there to dry off. If father saw me soaked through...' She let her thoughts trail off, and simply pulled the cloak around her shoulders slightly more, trying to ebb off the bite of the cold which was beginning to seep through her.