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Fractured Kingdoms

Fractured Kingdoms

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The once peaceful country of Rhindeval is taken over by an evil enchantress when she kills all of the rulers of the kingdoms and kidnaps their children. Brainwashing all of them, she keeps the princes as servants and banishes the princesses to Earth.

8,405 readers have visited Fractured Kingdoms since Zodia195 created it.

Copyright: The creator of this roleplay has attributed some or all of its content to the following sources:

no link available due to rpg being closed, but it's loosely based off of fractured fairytales, only without the disney element. i did get the rights to this rpg too from the original gm.

Introduction

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In the world of Rhindeval, there were many kingdoms ruled by good kings and queens. Each had either a prince or a princess. The princes and princesses all knew each other, but one day their whole world would change. When they were still very young (ages range from 5 to 12) an evil enchantress infiltrated the birthday party of one of the princes and killed all of the rulers and captured their children. She brainwashes all of the children before banishing the princesses as well as her sister, a good sorceress, to Earth and taking in the princes as her servants. Over the years she acquired the lands of the other kingdoms using her dark magic. Rebels have tried overthrowing her, but to no avail.

Meanwhile the princesses are adopted on Earth. With no memory of their original home, the princesses live out normal lives while the princes grow up being loyal to the Enchantress, who is now the new Queen of Rhindeval. The only reminder the girls have of their home are pendents they wear and are never parted from them.

Years pass and the princesses are now attending the same local college in modern times of the USA. All the princes and princesses have aliases, without knowledge of their real names. Soon though the princesses will start remembering Rhindeval with the help of the Good Sorceress, who has finally found all of them. The sorceress knows that the princesses are destined to return to Rhindeval, save the princes and defeat her sister. And she'll do that with just a little bit of magic.






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It has been 13 years since the Evil Enchantress took over. Princes and Princesses are ages from 18 to 25 now. The princes are currently serving the Queen's bidding. It'll be up to ya'll to decide what their duties are. They can be a member of the royal guard, to an assassin, to anything you want. However all of them do report to the Queen at some point when she summons them. The queen herself hasn't age a day or at least hasn't appeared to have age. She uses dark magic make sure of that by stealing the life force of young women throughout the kingdoms. The princes have no memories of being royal and all believe they have served the queen all their lives. The Queen gave the princes new names in order for them not to remember their true names.

The Good Sorceress is making preparations to unlocks the memories of the princesses. They are currently living out normal college lives. The college they all attend is located in a fictional town in the Pacific Northwest, most likely Oregon. The girls will all be attending a local festival in town and will run into each other and it's from here they'll all be gathered by the Sorceress as they start to remember. The pendents they have are all precious stones that they wear as necklaces. Each is different and unique. Keep that in mind if you reserve a princess. Oh the princes will get their own magical items, but that'll come later. RPG will briefly start in two places- Rhindeval and Earth, but once the girls are back to their original home, it'll stay exclusively in Rhindeval. Plans are to travel through the various kingdoms; hence the adventure aspect of this RPG. Also through the pendents, all princesses will develop magical skills of their own.


Note- This isn't mandatory, but there's a Discord group for this RPG here- Fractured Kingdoms Discord




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Note- You don't have to pick an Anime picture for your char. I do accept any type of picture, so if you're more comfortable with a real person, I am fine with that.

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Name: Ivelda Evers -Role: The Evil Enchantress/The Queen - Owned by: Zodia195 - Age: 35 but appears to be in her 20s

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Name: Lilith Evers - Role: The Good Sorceress- Owned by: Zodia195 - Age: 33

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Alias: Adrian Wells - Real Name: Richard Livingstone - Role: Prince/ Spy - Owned by: Zodia195 - Age: 23

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Alias: Dawn Henderson - Real Name: Aurora Givens - Role: Princess - Owned by: Zodia195 - Age: 19 - Pendant: Opal

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Alias: Eike - Real Name: Niklaus Viel Eldiel - Role: Prince/Inquisitor - Owned by CabbageAngel - Age: 18

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Alias: Reese Winters - Real Name: Euphemia Isadora Apolline Regana Lavorre III - Role: Princess - Owned by CabbageAngel - Age: 22 - Pendant: Topaz

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Alias: Cassie Peters - Real Name: Meridian O'Donohue - Role: Princess - Owned by Zodia195 - Age: 21 - Pendant: Peridot

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Alias: Fredericka “Freddie” Reyes - Real Name: Ishara Soli Eldiel - Role: Princess - Owned by CrossKnight35 - Age: 21 - Pendant: Amethyst

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Alias: Korgan - Real Name: Garland Greywind Novax - Role: Prince/Outrider - Owned by CrossKnight35 - Age: 25

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Alias: Lucie Bannister - Real Name: Justice Chastain - Role: Princess - Owned by Valkyrieknight - Age: 20 - Pendent: Angelite

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Alias: Tyann Rebal - Real Name: Rue Fairdawn - Role: Prince/Beast master - Owned by StorminJericho - Age: 21

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Alias: Asher Bolton - Real Name: Stephen Drimovir Cerenox - Role: Prince/Assassin and Healer - Owned by fate0013 - Age: 23

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Alias: Collette Smith - Real Name: Sibylla Costrantina - Role: Princess - Owned by Light_of_the_Fallen - Age: 19 - Pendant: Morganite

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Alias: Thaddeus Rock - Real Name: Rukaiyan Throntan - Role: Prince/Guard Member - Owned by Light_of_the_Fallen - Age: 22

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Alias: Anita Costa - Real Name: Silvia Siria Shwetz - Role: Princess - Owned by thenotsoinnocent - Age: 22 - Pendant: Ruby

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Alias: Benedicto Carama - Real Name: Viliame Audica - Role: Prince/Preacher/Herald - Owned by TushoKa - Age: 22

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Alias: Raiden Hetral - Real Name: Roderick Haldic - Role: Prince/Archer/Hunter - Owned by TushoKa - Age: 23

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Alias: Luella Hargreeves - Real Name: Maestia Stowell - Role: Princess - Owned by Jangle - Age: 19 - Pendant: Alexandrite

Update as of November 19, 2020- All char slots are taken. However if you're still interested in joining, feel free to use the Char template before. You're open to making a villain, rebel, fae folk, or anything you want.





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Name: [Real name here for Princes and Princesses]
[insert image here]
Alias: [Princes and Princesses only]
Age: [Princesses are still in college, so keep that in mind for them, 18 years at least. Oldest you can go is 25.]
Pendent: [Princesses only, these are stones. Once a stone is taken, you have to pick another]
Personality: [Prince and Princesses, try to describe what they were liked before they were brainwashed]
History:

Note- Feel free to deck out your char profile as much as you like, but do include information above.




Rules:

Note- I did get permission of the original creator to revamp this RPG. Thanks RPGNerdette.

1. Please follow the rules of the site.
2. Please reserve your character first before creating a profile. In your reservation include the following- Image, Name, Alias (Prince and Princesses only), Age, and a brief description of your char, for princes I do want to know what kind of servant for the Queen you're playing and for princesses, what stone pendent will you pick. Reservations are made on the main OOC Page. There won't be a time limit creating the character, but please try to create it in a timely fashion. I'll be contacting you within a week if nothing is up yet. I'll accept WIPs (Works in Progress). Oh, you can reserve more then one char.
3. Feel free to use any kind of picture you want for your Char Profile, from anime to real life. But please keep it clean, nothing graphic.
4. Please respect me and your fellow players. OOC fighting will not be tolerated.
5. No godmodding. I reserve the right to auto characters if need be.
6. No word limit, but no one liners and try to use proper grammar. Having gotten writer's block, I know it can be hard to write long posts and I know I make grammatical mistakes myself.
7. Try to post in a timely fashion. If you have real life issues coming up, let me know privately or on the main OOC forum. Inactivity for long lengths of time will result in me kicking you out, but I will give you 2 warnings.
8. I will be permanently playing the Evil Enchantress as well as the Good Sorceress since both drive the plot forward. Also, if all prince and princess slots are taken up, I am open to taking in more chars, including villains or rebels or any kind of char. I want this RPG to be as open to others as possible.
9. Romance isn't mandatory, but highly encouraged.
10. Most importantly, have fun. If you have read the rules, tell me what your favorite drink is in your reservation. (Mine is eggnog lol).

Toggle Rules

Note- I did get permission of the original creator to revamp this RPG. Thanks RPGNerdette.

1. Please follow the rules of the site.
2. Please reserve your character first before creating a profile. In your reservation include the following- Image, Name, Alias (Prince and Princesses only), Age, and a brief description of your char, for princes I do want to know what kind of servant for the Queen you're playing and for princesses, what stone pendent will you pick. Reservations are made on the main OOC Page. There won't be a time limit creating the character, but please try to create it in a timely fashion. I'll be contacting you within a week if nothing is up yet. I'll accept WIPs (Works in Progress). Oh, you can reserve more then one char.
3. Feel free to use any kind of picture you want for your Char Profile, from anime to real life. But please keep it clean, nothing graphic.
4. Please respect me and your fellow players. OOC fighting will not be tolerated.
5. No godmodding. I reserve the right to auto characters if need be.
6. No word limit, but no one liners and try to use proper grammar. Having gotten writer's block, I know it can be hard to write long posts and I know I make grammatical mistakes myself.
7. Try to post in a timely fashion. If you have real life issues coming up, let me know privately or on the main OOC forum. Inactivity for long lengths of time will result in me kicking you out, but I will give you 2 warnings.
8. I will be permanently playing the Evil Enchantress as well as the Good Sorceress since both drive the plot forward. Also, if all prince and princess slots are taken up, I am open to taking in more chars, including villains or rebels or any kind of char. I want this RPG to be as open to others as possible.
9. Romance isn't mandatory, but highly encouraged.
10. Most importantly, have fun. If you have read the rules, tell me what your favorite drink is in your reservation. (Mine is eggnog lol).

Taking place in...

Rhindeval our primary setting

Continent that was once peaceful, but taken over by an evil enchantress

The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 12 authors

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ivelda Evers Character Portrait: Garland Greywind Novax Character Portrait: Tyann Rebal Character Portrait: Stephen Drimovir Cerenox
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Tyann Rebal :: #F47206




There were hands on his shoulders, and a voice that he recognized as The Huntsman was coming through to him from a far away tunnel. Tyann stayed silent the entire way through. He kept his gaze on the ground, heard the shouting and muffled disgruntled, angry words of those who were offended by The Outriders mere existence… And felt a numb sort of ‘meh’ness. What was even the wrongness of the situation, no? They were all, in a way, special, no? Why even fight with each other, she loved them all and that was what was worth it all, no?

It took Tyann a moment to realize that he was speaking aloud again, though his voice was not as loud or as violent as it was before. He contemplated speaking an apology to Raiden, the poor man deserved nothing of what had happened today… When Ivelda spoke. Her wrath was paramount to a storm, a colossus of fury and righteous disgust at the behavior of her servants. Tyann’s cheeks lit with shame.
He became aware of her … Punishments? Punishment plans. To Korgan as his mind swam with the effects of the alcohol. A beat of panic set in, and even though Korgan had gone by now, as had Eike and the others, Tyann could only want to change the outcome.

He stood quickly, nearly toppling over before he shook his head and took a deep breath. His nose filled with the collected scents of Korgan, Raiden, Benedicto, Thaddeus, Eike, and Asher and Her Majesty. A long sigh followed, and Tyann forced himself forward.
He thought briefly of the cold way Eike’s eyes seemed to forever maintain, how they never wavered… Bravery? Perhaps not, but for whatever reason, the thought was comforting- of a sort.
He walked to His Queen, bowed his head sheepishly, and spoke.
Your Grace… Please do not take Korgan’s sh’p. ‘S not his fault… I m’de the sugg’esston to go an’ relax s’me bef’ur we came to see you. I wan’ed t’ celebrate ‘is return, an’ did n’t think ahead…

He reached out then, keeping his head and face down, and took one of the remaining drinks. He held it in one silver-clawed hand, while the other reached back to untie his mask before pulling it off. A show, one that Tyann dimly remembered in the back of his addled mind, that was supposed to be of nothing but reverence and respect for the woman who commanded him.
He bore a nasty, gnarled scar on the right-side of his face, and though the rest of his skin was surprisingly clear, the scar looked as if all moisture had been drained from it long ago.
He kept his face impassively still, looking nowhere but down at his feet as he waited for Ivelda’s response.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Justice Chastain Character Portrait: Silvia Siria Shwetz
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Tell me you don't wanna leave,
'Cause if change is what you need,
You can change right next to me.
- Ben Platt
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It didn’t take long for Silvia to get Justice to the first aid tent. Justice isn’t too bad...when she is unconscious. She quickly chatted with the worker there to give them a general idea of what happened to Justice. Silvia simply told them that Justice got in a fight where she was headbutted, gave a little speech, and then passed out. As instructed, she placed Justice on a cot and stepped a few feet away. She watched as Justice was looked over. Silvia could have left, but she stayed. Her subconscious did not want her to leave her friend alone.

The pale-haired girl stirred from her slumber as soon as the bandages were wrapped around her head. She began shuffling around trying to get comfortable until the situation dawned on her and her eyes shot wide open. ”H-hey!! No touchy!” she sat up and swatted all the hands away from her, turning into a threatened feline with her back arched and hair standing up. Her breath heavy with anger and irritation, she looked around to try to get her bearings but got a little dizzy from the sudden movement and clutched her head.

“Justice, stay still and let them check you over before I…” Silvia paused as she thought better of her next words. Let me not threaten her as the worker is already looking at me with wide eyes. I wonder if she is ever pleasant... She walked over to Justice, sat next to her, and wrapped her arms around her. Silvia leaned away a little a bit to be able to look and smile at Justice.

“Now, I can hold you in place while they finish helping you, or you can let the nice person finish helping you without me holding you like a child. I think me holding you means more touching. Which option would you like?” she asked. I wonder why she doesn’t like being touched. I know some people don’t like physical touch or even physical affection, but she is being ridiculous. She won’t even let the worker touch her. I doubt she would even tell me why she doesn’t like touch, so let me not waste time worrying.

”Silvia!” A young Justice ran into her arms, her head knocking against the taller girl’s chest. The hug was warm and familiar, Justice giggling excitedly before pulling away. “Where is it? Is it beautiful?” She asked, curious and impatient what Silvia had in mind for them for her visit to the Selavia kingdom.

Silvia caught Justice as she ran towards her for a hug. She returned the hug gently and a blush was already creeping up her cheeks. It was no news to anyone Silvia was shy and almost constantly wore a natural blush, especially with people she only met a few times. This was her third playdate with Justice. Justice could be a bit much, but it was hard for Silvia to not get along with anyone. She always found something to like.

“It, it is just up ahead...it is beautiful,” she replied in her soft and gentle voice. Silvia smiled at Justice as she tentatively took her hand. She led the other girl through an open field. Their parents were off near some trees, likely chatting. Just at the end of the field were small, even tiny, hills some would say. Each hill had different types of flowers on them of all shapes, colors, and sizes.

“You can pick any flowers you like, Justice,” she said as she let go of Justice’s hand. Justice clapped her hands with glee. “Don’t need to tell me twice!” she said before skipping away excitedly, crouching down from one patch of flowers to the next making, “Oooh.” and “Ahhh.” sounds in admiration.

Overwhelmed by all the flowers' beauty, she let out a big squeal of joy falling backward into one large patch to spread her arms out like a star. Her long flowery dress blended in like camouflage as Silvia approached with a baby blue flower. It had semi double petals and a bright yellow center. Silvia laid on her stomach next to Justice. She did hold herself up by placing her elbows on the ground. She held the flower out near Justice’s nose, so she could smell the flower. This flower always gave off a sweet scent.

For Silvia, the sweet scent was replaced by the scent of the ocean. After the flower hills there was a stretch of grass that gradually gave way to sand. The sand then gave way to the vast ocean. There were some rocks, flat and otherwise, that stuck out from the ocean. There were even pieces of land, more so rock, that went out into the ocean. Silvia would often walk these parts of land if her siren or selkie friends were present. It allowed her to be closer to them while still being on land. Although, she wasn’t allowed to be near them, mainly the sirens, without an adult supervising.

Justice was quiet for a moment, pondering on the smell of the flower as she looked up at the sky above. A yawn emerged and her eyelids slowly felt heavy, tired from the trip. "I think that one's my… favorite." she managed to say. “What else is beautiful about your kingdom? Surely, it’s not just flowers?” she asked. Silvia didn’t answer Justice’s questions immediately. I want to say everything, but don’t think she’ll be happy with that answer. Are those the waves I hear? The sirens and selkie are beautiful, but the selkie are only cute when in seal form. They are beautiful in human form though. The sirens are always beautiful though. Silvia looked down at grass.

“The sirens are beautiful, especially their tails. Their voices are lovely as well, but dangerous. None of the children are allowed to go near the sea without an adult. We can try to see them later when an adult is free...” she replied, getting quieter as she realized how much she was speaking. Her cheeks flared red at the realization. She adjusted herself as a distraction. She folded her arms under her head. Silvia kept her gaze on Justice so she knew she still had her attention. Silvia did enjoy the warmth from the sun though. The only issue was that it made her sleepy. "Sirens? I’ve read about them…that would be nice." Justice murmured sleepily, turning on her side facing Silvia before drifting off.

Silvia was unsure when she had fallen asleep. Although, she was filled with worry when she awoke. Justice was nowhere to be found. She quickly got to her feet and looked around the field. The adults were nearby, but she didn’t see Justice. Silvia was relieved when she saw her, but worry filled her once more. She was with sirens. She knew this as she recognized their faces. Silvia often visited them when she came to the beach. The issue was the sirens weren’t exactly the safest of creatures to be around. They could easily grow jealous. They would not be happy to meet any of her friends alone if she had not introduced them.

“Justice is near the sirens!” yelled Silvia in the direction of the adults. She had no time to confirm they heard her. Without a second thought, she ran in the direction of Justice and the sirens. “Justice, get away from them!” she called out in a panic. Silvia hoped Justice could hear her, but doubt filled her. The waves could be loud and she was just far enough.

“Silvia?” Justice looked away for a second and the sirens took the distraction as an opportunity to drag the unsuspecting princess into the water. Justice fell as they grabbed her by the legs and she started screaming, her nails digging into the sand doing nothing for her. “Let go of me you slimy jelly-bellies…!!!” she demanded, kicking and struggling. One shoe managed to meet a siren’s face as she retreated and flopped back into the water but there were still 2 more to go. Small and outnumbered, Justice let out one more high-pitched yell before she was fully submerged and holding her breath.

“Justice!” she shrieked before she followed them into the ocean.⧗

“Hmph.” Justice at present wormed out of Silvia’s hug and swatted her away like all the others. Her silver eyes narrowed into a look of disdain. “Neither. Nobody touches me.” she said, shuffling away to create some distance between them then hugging her knees against her chest. She sighed noticing her new dress was once again, ruined by Reese. “Don’t act like you care. We’re not kids anymore.” Justice said, staring downwards and hugging her knees a bit tighter. ”What are you still doing here? Go away!” As Silvia wasn’t leaving her alone and she was still sore over the fight that occurred, ”Your kingdom isn’t worth saving anyway...” Justice also muttered.

Silvia wasn’t sure at what point she changed today, but she did. She was no longer Anita and no longer the Silvia she was remembering. She was a new Silvia. A Silvia who knew how cruel the world could be, but remembered a time she was softer. One reason she knew she had changed was because she didn’t beat the living daylights out of Justice. The other was because she felt hurt. Her chest felt tight. She let out a shaky breath as she stood up. Silvia blinked quickly to prevent the sudden tears from escaping. It made no sense to her why she wanted to cry, well, nothing she wanted to make sense of anyways. The memories were overwhelming with the information they gave. They made her vulnerable to things that wouldn’t have hurt her before. She wanted to say something hurtful. Her mind couldn’t think of anything to say though, and it wouldn’t make her feel better.

“You wouldn't even know if someone cared. How about you ask why I went to help you in the past, and why I decided to bring you here? I doubt you care though. I bet Ivelda cares as much about people as you do...if not more,” she replied. Silvia forced herself to walk out of the tent. Once she hit the fresh air, she ran. She needed to clear her mind and get away from everyone.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ivelda Evers Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Richard Livingstone Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Euphemia Isadora Apolline Regana Lavorre III Character Portrait: Meridian O'Donohue Character Portrait: Ishara Soli Eldiel Character Portrait: Garland Greywind Novax Character Portrait: Justice Chastain Character Portrait: Sibylla Costrantina Character Portrait: Silvia Siria Shwetz Character Portrait: Tyann Rebal Character Portrait: Maestia Stowell
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Ivelda Ever

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Ivelda was pleased at Korgan's change of attitude. She honestly didn't want to take away his sea legs for the man went mad whenever she did and those were rare times. She also didn't want the princes interacting all that much for she didn't want any chance of them remembering who they were. Suddenly, her beastmaster came forward and try to take the blame. Her eyebrow raised up at his actions. Before she could get a word in he removed his mask. Normally a show of loyalty would have been great to see, but it concerned Ivelda. The fact that Tyann was willing to protect Korgan that much made her think back to when she imprisoned them. All of the princes and princesses were a unit. She was going to have to keep an extra eye on Tyann. Also the scar on his otherwise unmarred face was sad to look at. Ivelda loved the beauty of things and to see anything marred in such a way was almost painful to see.

"It was still his choice to follow through Tyann. I won't take his ship away for now, but not because you asked. He is acting like any servant of mine should act for now. Drink my sweet boy. I wouldn't want you to suffer this way on my behalf."

After all was said and done and all of her servants left, Ivelda saw that it was almost lunch and decided to take it. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful for the queen.




Adrian Wells
Code-#30660C


After having the best night's sleep he had in weeks, Adrian woke up early. Getting out of bed, he walked downstairs to go hunting and catch his breakfast. His own place was pretty small and even though he did hire someone to keep his place cleaned, he was capable of taking care of himself. After catching himself a rabbit, he soon took care of it and grabbing himself some bread and milk (courtesey of his neighbor that owned a goat farm), he ate. He thought about what he would do. Well he better take care of his estate matters. He still owned some land and that meant dealing with paperwork, something he wasn't looking forward to. After that, he promised himself he would do something for fun.




Aurora Givens
Code-#5477B9


After a long day at the festival, Aurora went to her dorm and went straight to bed. That night, she dreamed again. This time she was in a room with a door that was pale pink in color. This was new. Aurora opened the door and walked right into a room that seemed familiar. She was inside a palace room. Soon she saw two women. Coming closer she recognized her mother and Lilith.

"Something is about to happen, Lilith. Something bad and . . . . " Queen Selene couldn't finish her words.

She looked scared. Aurora couldn't remember much, but she knew she never saw her mother scared.

"What does your instincts tell you, Selene?"

"That it involves your sister, Ivelda."

Lilith's breath hitched, she couldn't respond. Suddenly the scene froze, only for Lilith to turn directly at Aurora.

"What are you doing here, Aurora?"

"Me? This is my dream isn't it? At least I think it is."

"Indeed, but do you know what you're doing?"

Aurora looked at her in confusion. She was dreaming right? And this was a memory right? Wait, she never recalled a time where her mother said this, at least to Lilith.

Seeing Aurora's confusion, Lilith said, "This is one of my memories, Aurora. You're in MY dream. I always know when I dream because I learned to look for symbols. I am sure you know about dream symbols? They're something you seen in a dream to let you know you are. In my case it's always my mother's pendant I always wear in my dreams."

Aurora saw the pink diamond Lilith wore. That's when something occurred to her.

"Wait, if this is your dream, then how did I get here and how do you know I am not just a part of your dream?"

"To answer your second question hun, it's your aura. It's a white tinged with pale blue. Being a sorceress I can see you don't belong here because I can see your aura. As for your first question, you came here of your own volition. Tell me, Aurora, did you see a door in front of you before coming here?"

Aurora nodded.

"It could only mean one thing, one of your magic abilities has away, Aurora. You're a dreamwalker. It means you can walk into other people's dreams. Your maternal grandmother had such an ability, so I am not surprised you have it for magic is genetic.

"So what now? How do I get back?"

"Back through the door you came. We can talk about this later when we're both awake. Remember to check your email."

Nodding, Aurora went back to the door and soon found herself back in the place she started. She dreamed nothing else for the rest of the night.




Lilith Evers
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Lilith prepared for the day. She was glad she had no weekend classes to teach. In her email to all of the girls, she had said the following

I hope all of you have had time to calm down. I am still going to attempt to contact the Fairy Queen today. I plan to do it before noon so if you want to come to my place, come at 10:30 am. I hope each and every one of you come. Here's my address for those interested in coming.

Lilith Evers
1281 New Haven Ave.
Durnam, Oregon 97411

It's only 10 minutes from the university and my house is at the end of the street. I am still planning on leaving for Rhindeval by the end of this semester. I hope any or all of you will still consider returning. Than you for your time and consideration.


Lilith hoped that she was powerful enough to reach the fairy queen. It was why she hoped the princesses would come. More that showed up, the better chance she had at reaching the queen.




Cassie Peters
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It had been nice to return to some form of normalcy after all that happened at the festival. Still, Cassie had a very restless night and didn't get a lot of sleep. She checked her college email account and saw the email from Ms. Evers. She figured she ought to see what this was about. First things first though, she had her morning jog, then breakfast. The jog had done her good and she ate breakfast at the university's main cafeteria. It was during this time she got her weekly call from her adopted parents. This time she almost hesitated in answering because she didn't know if she should tell them about yesterday. Still, she'd been their daughter longer then her biological parents. They were still family and nothing could change that.

"Hi mom! Yes, I am eating breakfast right now. Festival was great this year! Where are you and dad? . . . . . . Ohh Fiji? Wow it must be late there then. . . . . Whoa, you better get to bed then. Mom, there's something I need to tell you and dad, but not yet for I need to figure out how to tell you and when I am ready. . . . No I am in no trouble and I am fine, I just . . . . might have found out what happened to my biological family . . . . . No, I'll call you tomorrow or later today when you get up. . . . 10 hours? Got it. Bye mom, I love you. Tell dad I love him too and no matter what, I'll love you two always."

Cassie hanged up and finished her breakfast, trying to get herself together. After breakfast, she went to her dorm to take a shower and get changed. Wondering if Silvia was going to go, she sent her a text.

Hey, were you going to Ms. Evers' place? Want to carpool? We can take my car or yours. I am still undecided if I want to go back. Maybe this will help me decide so that's why I am going.

After sending the message, Cassie decided to work on one of her assignments that morning.

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Reese lifted the lid off the luxuriant box that had been set on her lap, revealing the petite porcelain face within. The doll's embroidered skirts were reminiscent of her own. In fact, the doll looked very much like her, from her yellow braids down to the rose buckled shoes that Reese kicked mahogany table legs with. What a lucky little girl was she. To have been wrapped up just like Lucie and chosen by such a lovely couple, whom - she realised, as she glanced up at them - she couldn't remember the faces of. She did remember them telling her that they were going to start calling her something flowery, prettier, like Rosalia or Rosemarie, from now on, and wondering about whether to get the sparkly trinket around her neck appraised. Reese lifted the doll from its casket and clapped its hands.

Clink.

Like that, everything changed. The doll was lifted from her reach. Meaningless numbers spouted off at her. Reprimanded, berated of its expense, insistence that it was not a thing to be played with. Ever since she began her life in the dollhouse, these instances never stopped. None of the toys she were given were to play with.

"Remember - she isn't here for you to play with," she was reminded as she gave a curtsy to a doll-like little girl. "Know what you are."

One day, Reese stole her pretend father's keys. There was something in the garage she wanted to play with. A Mercedes SL 300 Gullwing. A beautiful, sleek silver, with red leather seats and doors that swung up like wings. It was the perfect thing to fly away in - fly back home. The roaring bird took her down the highway, jerking and stalling at first, then flying faster than anyone else on the road. For a moment, her mind was clear, and she was so, so certain that she was going the right way. For once she wasn't lost.

Then a corner came too fast, and her little hands slipped, and she and the Gullwing were flipped into a ditch.

What she remembered next were hospital lights, and her false parents in a frenzy - hospital bills, insurance, the car, the car, the car. When her pretend mother parted the curtains, Reese gave her such a glare. It was a dangerous look that made her quiver in her high heels. It was a look that would certainly ruin any perfect family portrait. And that, out of everything, was something she could not afford.

Reese was returned to the orphanage in a jovial mood, not one of a child that had been tossed out of aristocracy like broken goods. She sprinted into the miserable looking building with a grin on her face, bounced up the stairs, and slid around corners towards her old room. Only when she burst through the familiar doors, she found it... empty. All of the beds lined against the walls where the girls used to be were perfectly made and their bedside tables lacked any of the personality they used to hold.

"... Where is everyone?" She asked in a trembling voice.

"They were adopted, Reese," a worker softly informed her. "All of the girls are happy with families now."

Reese was stunned. Shocked tears sprung to her eyes and she blurted, "Wh-what about Miss Lilith?! Is Miss... is she...!"

The worker shook her head. "She doesn't work here anymore. We don't know where she went now. I'll... give you time to settle in."

The door was closed on her. Reese dropped her bags and held onto her shaking shoulders. The dolls she wasn't supposed to play with were gone. And with them, the only feeling of home she had. They had all left her behind. Reese fell to the ground, bawling.

She never felt home since. ... A head rolled across the floor and nudged her knee.

Consciousness hit Reese like an elbow drop.

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Boots tapped against the pavement. A series of light tap, tap, taps that signaled Freddie’s arrival. She looked around, her silvery locks hanging messily over her face. Her brows quirked. Am I… the first one here? She wondered quietly. Her gaze flicked over to the phone in her hand. It was 10.25 AM, and…

”This looks like the place…”



A day ago...

Theirs was a modest house. Small, yet comfortable. Everything was set close together. The couches, the TV, the stairs… there wasn’t much to remark upon, aside from the shelf which stood by the window to the garden. It was a dainty birch thing, with books of varying colours and thickness propped against each other. An assortment of pulpy titles printed upon their spines. From the "Epitaph" trilogy to “Varangians in Space”, from “Fire Fantasy” to “Gunslingers of Chronotopia”. They were small books, good to stave off boredom and inspire imagination. Non-cerebral, but entertaining. And most of them shared the name of the writer, tucked underneath their title; Marco Reyes.

Fredericka Reyes was slumped upon one couch, with her father sitting right across her. She stared into a cup in her hands. The steam scattered, and Freddie saw her face reflected upon the placid brown of the tea.

“That’s quite a story, Fred,” the older man said. The man she had called ‘father’ for almost two decades. He looked at her, with his big chestnut eyes, a finger pushing his half-moon spectacles into place. His hair was a frizzy, ginger curtain; as if an oil painting had exploded and trapped his long, pointy face within its mass.

Freddie nodded. Her eyes were sharper than usual, clear and blue as a quiet lake. She turned towards the window and stared into the garden outside. ”Hard to believe it’s anything but that… a story.”

She was quiet for a moment. She heard the gentle brush of wind, even if they couldn’t reach her. When she looked back, her eyebrows raised as she found her hand caressing her stitched-up teddy bear, its left eye reflecting the tiniest glint of purple.

Marco Reyes smiled. He leaned closer and clasped his hands together. “Fred... most of us, we read, or watch, or listen to stories." The older man wiggled his brows. "A fair few talented sort even write our own."

Marco's voice lowered into a whisper. "But to experience them?” His smile turned into a wide, wide grin. “It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”

Freddie looked up and tilted her head. ”You’re not… skeptical? Or even… the slightest bit worried?”

Marco chuckled. ”I’ve known Professor Evers long enough to trust her. After all…” He glanced to his bookshelf, and stifled a chuckle. “We both have fantastic taste in literature.” Marco sighed and leaned back in his seat. He shrugged. “Besides… a man I admire once said, ‘One should try anything he can in life... Except folk dance and incest.’”

The corners of Fredericka’s lips curled up into a smile. ”...Mmm.”

Marco nodded excitedly. “Not to mention, if you run into any trouble, we know that Reese has your back.” The excitement on his face was channeled into a grin. “She always does. She’s the Kato to your Green Hornet, the Wukong to your Sanzang, the, the…”

”...The Samwise to my Frodo? (๏v๏)” Freddie asked.

Marco snapped his fingers and pointed two finger guns her way. “Exactly.”

Freddie rested her cheek against her knuckles and pondered. ”Me and Reese, on an adventure together… to a magical world beyond this one…” Her smile brightened. In most circumstances, she would've chosen Fiji, or Jamaica, or Seattle. But she couldn’t deny it. A part of her… really liked the sound of this.





Freddie took a deep breath. She stuck the phone into her jeans pocket and approached the entrance.

”Here goes nothing…”

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Ari was unable to meet Tempeste in the morning to get his daily mark. He had a lot of orders he worked on last night that he had to deliver in the morning. He even made a treat for Tyann. He had heard rumours yesterday. Apparently Tyann, Asher, and Korgan had gotten drunk before going to see Ivelda. It was the talk, well whispers, for the rest of the work day yesterday. Ari knew drunks could be unpleasant, even into the next day. He decided to bring Tyann a treat in case he was in a bad mood this morning. He filled a jar with slices of oranges and honey. He brought small fruit tarts for everyone else at the stables. Ari had a basket with a clean cloth inside to place the tarts on. He tucked the jar under the side of the cloth.

When he got to the stables, the tarts went rather fast. He left the basket in an out of the way spot, but grabbed the jar. He didn’t want to take a chance of someone taking Tyann’s treat. Ari slid it into his pocket before getting on with his day. He made sure everyone who was there knew what they had to do for the day. After yesterday’s incident, he wanted things to run smoothly today. He prepared breakfast with a side of water for the Nexu and each of the hounds. He hummed softly to himself as he prepared everything. Finally he walked over to give each animal a water dish. He then fed the hounds before moving on to their new arrival.

“Hmm, you will need a name...” he whispered softly as he squatted down. He slid the jar out of his pocket and placed it on the ground nearby. Ari squatted at an attempt to be at eye level with the Nexu. Also, he enjoyed staying as clean as possible until he wasn’t. He only kneeled on the ground when he had to. He fed the Nexu piece by piece. He made sure to stay safe as he did so. Ari was smart enough not to get scratched or bitten. He just wanted to test out how aggressive it was towards humans and strangers at that.

He knew Tyann had it for a short time yesterday. Now he knew it was likely before he went off to drink with Asher and Korgan. Although, Ari realized he had no idea what Tyann was like when he was drunk. This made it so he couldn’t confirm with himself if Tyann was sober or not when he gave him the Nexu. Ari was impressed the three princes were brave enough to go see Ivelda while drunk. If it had been any other trio, he was sure they’d be dead. Thinking of Tyann being irresponsible did remind him his boss was younger than him. He always assumed he was younger as he worked for him for years. Also, he had always been taller than him.

“Should we go look for Tyann after breakfast?” he asked the Nexu. He imagined Tyann may want to play with his new creature.

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Silvia looked at herself in vanity’s mirror at home. She didn’t have bags or anything under her eyes, but she felt like her eyes looked sad. She would wear her round black sunglasses today. Since she ran away from the first aid tent yesterday, one big thing happened. She had cried like she never cried before as she was finally able to mourn her dead parents. However, the big thing was her power had appeared. They now needed a new couch for the living room. In short, Silvia had run until she felt nausea. She stopped before she got sick. This was the moment her living dad decided to call her. She had been able to only greet him before he asked her what was wrong. She had been crying during her run. He noticed she didn’t sound right. Silvia started to cry at the question and all words were lost to her. After he asked where she was, she was only able to send him her location.

He had picked her up, let her cry in the car in silence, and drove them home. In the house, she continued to cry. Her father had tried to talk though once they were on the couch. Silvia finally stopped crying when it hurt to do so, and she had to focus on breathing more. Despite what he may have though, she told him what happened from the first memory to what Justice had said. She had gotten angry again at retelling the last part. A few seconds later the top of her head touched the ceiling. There was a crack, which was the couch breaking. Silvia had turned into a mini giant. She was sure she stopped growing only as Lupe fainted. The best she could do was lay him on the carpet and put a throw pillow under his head. She wasn’t worried he fainted as he had been on the couch. Silvia knew she couldn’t call the police. How was she going to explain her new height? How would she call them?

Luckily, he woke up about ten or so minutes later. She was happy to see he did not faint again, but he looked at her with eyes the size of saucers. He then went off about how he thought she was drugged or drank too much. They ended up laughing as he did believe her now. They then stayed in the living room and just put on a movie. Silvia did have to lay awkwardly around the couch as she had no idea how to get back to 6'5". She didn’t get through the movie as sleep took her. Running and then crying had taken all her energy away. When she woke up the next day, she was back to normal. The only issue was that she was starving. She had a late breakfast with her dad. Although, it was cut short as she had to borrow her laptop to submit an assignment. They were still enjoying breakfast when she noticed Lilith had sent an email a while ago. She quickly explained the email to her dad and rushed to get ready.

Since she didn’t have her car, she would need to ride her motorcycle to Lilith’s house. Of course though, her father always insisted real motorcyclists wore all leather. She knew it was for safety reasons, but loved how he cared enough to remind her. The only color she wore today was black. It was the only color she had leather in. It matched her motorcycle and helmet as well. She was mostly in leather thanks to her boots, chaps, vest, and jacket. She did have shorts on, but doubted anyone would notice with all the leather. Silvia ran her fingers through her damp hair, zipped her jacket up, and said goodbye to her dad before leaving her home.

Silvia arrived at Lilith's house as Ishara approached the entrance. She parked in Lilith's driveway, placed her helmet under her left arm, and slid her sunglasses on. When she turned around in Ishara’s direction, she gave her a small smile and wave. Silvia luckily hadn't had any bad memories of this princess yet, which was nice. She bounced up the stairs before properly greeting her.

“Hey Is- Fr-,” she paused as she remembered Ishara had told everyone that Freddie felt more real yesterday...but who was here now, “How are you? And, what do you prefer I call you? You can call me Silvia.”

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Freddie looked over her shoulder. Her brows raised as she saw who it was. Anita- or… Silvia, or... The tall girl.

”Hey…,” She greeted her with a lazy wave. ”I’m alright… been thinking about the… other place… a lot.” Freddie sized her up and down. She seemed so much taller up close. Like a marble statue. Except walking. And talking. She could be a model, Freddie thought privately.

”Mmm... I’ve been Fredericka for… longer than I’ve been Ishara,” She replied, stepping aside so that they could walk together. ”I’m not… ready to shed that yet.”

She smiled. Memories briefly flashed before her eyes. Memories with the one she called ‘father’. The one who read to her, tucked her into bed, and taught her how to fish, and swim, and hunt for mushrooms. For so long, these memories were the only ones she had. And they were precious.

”How about you?” She asked, looking up. ”Do you think yourself… Anita, or… Silvia?”

Freddie gestured to all of her with an elbow. ”You look… good in that, by the way.”

She shrugged. ”I can’t… stand… leather. Too tight... stops me from scratching… where I need to,” She added, her smile quirked with amusement.

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Reese groaned as she peeled herself off the mattress and yoga mat she called a bed. The mattress had come with the place, free of charge - the yoga mat was to protect her from the hazardous metal springs that cut into her while she slept, also free of charge. There was a clatter as she stretched out her legs. The casualties were an empty can of cheese whizz and an empty can of beer. As she dumped her throbbing head back on the mattress, she realized that sometime last night, she'd erected a shrine to substance abuse around her sleeping space... and she had no memory of doing so.

It was an eggs and coffee kind of day.

Reese dragged her feet past the dissected radio and toolbox laying on the ground and into the kitchen. It was in the same room as the mattress. She caught a glimpse of last night's sweated away make-up and the half applied acrylics when she put the kettle on. Oh yeah... I went out, I remember that. She turned the stove on and looked less than pleased as the knob she was holding popped off. "Ugh..."

Reese inspected her nail art as she waited for breakfast. It was a very disjointed set, from Minnie Mouse batting her eyelashes on her pinkie to the brutal execution of the bourgeoisie on her thumb. The only through-line was glitter. Soon she had an egg with a broken yolk and a cup of instant coffee in front of her and reached out for her phone.

Vera
One voicemail.

Reese nearly threw her breakfast at the ceiling. She ditched everything and fled to the leather couch, her eyes glued to the message. Suddenly the pain of her hangover was flushed right to the back of her mind. What the hell had transpired last night to lead to this?! She had to dare herself to check her sent messages. She hesitantly clicked with a shaky finger - then was blown back by all the drunk texts she had sent Vera's way. There was even another incomprehensible one that she hadn't pressed send for. She quickly backspaced it all, not daring to investigate further on the contents of all the messages that had come before it. She glimpsed enough to know that to Vera she must've sounded like a crazy person. The voicemail was probably just Vera telling her to piss off or she'll file a restraining order.

"Since when did you get so creepy, Reese?" She whined to herself, rubbing her face into the couch's squeaky leather. Her eyes peered back up a few seconds later. Even if she was certain that Vera had nothing nice to say to her, she couldn't help but want to hear it. After all, this person's words were once so... very, very precious to her.

Click.

"..."

Reese was prepared to hear yelling. The quiet, followed by a gentle breath, caught her off guard. She could almost see Vera leaning over her balcony, her dark hair caressed by the full moon.

"... Reese... you were with me when I cast my first spell. You were with me when I... changed my name. You've been with me when I went though all these changes, and through them all, you stayed the same. It was... comforting. You were like the sun, and my shifting gaea danced circles around you. ... You haven't changed since we were sixteen." Reese stared glumly at the ceiling. This was beginning to sound like the words spat at her when they broke up, and she was expecting them to turn just as hostile. "You're - you're stagnant, Reese. Maybe you won't ever change if you're stuck here. As ridiculous as everything you're asking me to believe sounds, and I know I've asked you to believe stranger before, I can't help but think...

Well, don't you want to fight for something, instead of against everything, just this once?"


Reese barely registered Vera's mumbled farewell. Those words, and the dream from last night, were stirring something in her. Vera had always been persuasive, being a slimy lawyer was going to suit her. ... It wasn't fair for Vera to say, wasn't Reese trying to... trying to fight for he- why was she trying to fight for a relationship that she no longer had because she'd fought against it in the first place?! Reese clutched at her hungover head in agony.

CRASH.

A saucepan slid off her haphazard drying pile by the sink, but when Reese looked at it, for a split second, she saw bulging dead eyes staring up at her instead. Reese remained paralyzed on the couch for the next half hour.





BEEEEEEP! BEEEP BEEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEEP!

Reese sat in front of Freddie's place with one leg swung out her car window, blasting her horn. "Come on, come onnn," she whinged, her phone held up to her ear. She aggressively chewed her bubblegum and let out a long, annoyed groan. "Does she ever take that thing off silent?" No other options, she shuffled her way out the car and jumped the white picket fence to knock on the door with her foot. "Freddie!! Come on, let's mac n' talk smack, I'm hella hungover. I need it. I neeeeed you. Freddieeeeee...!"

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Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Meridian O'Donohue Character Portrait: Ishara Soli Eldiel Character Portrait: Silvia Siria Shwetz
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Aurora figured she would leave early. She never been Ms. Evers' place so she wanted to make sure she found it. Hopefully she wasn't too early. After getting up, she finished some homework before getting a call from her father. He always called every weekend. She had been dreading this conversation. James Henderson was a very pragmatic man and would never believe in such things as magic or parallel words. So Aurora figured she would tell him the truth, but not all of it. She was honestly worried about his reaction though for he was very protective of her. Taking a breath, she picked up the phone.

"Good morning dad. How are you? . . . I am doing fine. Dad, I remembered who my biological parents were . . . they were killed and I had no other family so that's how I ended up in the orphanage. It just came back to me. . . . . . I remember my birth name too. It's Aurora. I was born at dawn so my birth parents decided to name me that. . . . . Yes, I will be okay, but I have been crying. . . . um, I don't know what has happened to the person who murdered my parents. Hopefully this person will be stopped somehow. . . . . There's more dad and it won't be easy for me to tell you. I plan on going back to the place of my birth and I'll not be able to contact you for awhile. . . . Daddy, I need closure for myself. I felt like a piece of me has been missing for years and I want to rediscover that part of me. . . . No I won't be alone. My professor, Ms. Evers is coming with me. Turns out she's from the same place. . . . I . . . can't tell you where it is dad. Just trust me when I say I'll do my best to return to you at one point. You're still my dad and I miss my brothers too. . . . Thank you daddy, I love you. I am going to be seeing Ms. Evers today. Bye."

Aurora let out a breath. Her father had been frantic, but he listened. She didn't know why she'd promise to return though. Then again, if it was possible to travel between worlds, maybe there was way for her to come back for a visit. She didn't dare tell her father she planned on staying in Rhindeval. She always felt like a square peg in this world, maybe Rhindeval would be a better fit. Besides, her kingdom was depending on her return.

Getting up, she cleaned up a bit before leaving. Just like the email said, it didn't take her long to reach Ms. Evers' place. What did surprise her was to see Ishara and Silvia there.

"Good morning. I'd thought I'd be the first here. Have either of you knock yet?"

Not waiting, she went ahead and knocked. It was long before Lilith opened the door.

"Good morning ladies. I am so relieved you have come. Come on in. I am setting things up in my magic lair. You're early so we got time. Take a seat in the living room. Do you want anything to drink? I got some lemonade or water."

Lilith led them into into her home. The living room was pretty spacious and led right into the massive kitchen.

"You have a lovely home Ms. Evers,"

"Thank you Aurora. It has been a big learning curve adapting to this place, but I've managed. Luckily my own mother believed that you had to be self-sufficient physically, not just magically, so I learned how to make my own food. Abide here the means was different, but not completely foreign. Hopefully more of the girls will show up. Ishara, do you know if Euphemia is doing better?"




Cassie waited, but having not hearing back, decided to just go. She was never the most patient person and hated waiting. She knew Silvia had means to get around, she just didn't want to be alone at this time and Silvia was better at find new places then she. Cassie ended up missing a few turns before finally getting it right. She saw Silvia's motorcycle instantly and a few other vehicles she didn't recognize. Taking a deep breath, she got out of her car and knocked the door. Soon Lilith opened the door.

"Aw, Meridian, come in. Few of the girls are here. I am so happy you decided to come for I know you were one of the unsure ones."

"I am still unsure, but I'd figure I'd give this a chance still. Hi, everyone," Cassie said as she saw the girls who were here.

"Water or lemonade?

"Lemonade please," Cassie ordered before sitting down.

Before Lilith could go in the other room, Aurora called out, "Ms. Evers, I wanted to talk about my dreamwalking experience with you."

"Why don't you tell the girls here about it before we talk about it. I tend to make my lemonade fresh so this will take a minute."

With that she went into the kitchen. Aurora suddenly felt self-conscious. She was used to be the center of attention.

"Um, it seems I have the ability to walk into other people's dreams. I walked into Ms. Evers' last night. It was one of her memories that had my mother in it. My mother, Queen Selene, her thing was premonition and she was telling Ms. Evers about one of them. That's all that happened. But Lilith became aware I had dreamwalked into her dream because my aura was showing. I want to know more about dreamwalking. We couldn't really talk about it in the dream. Did anything happen to any of you yet?"

"Nope, not me. I can't even recall yet if anyone in my family had magic abilities.

Lilith overhead that and came into the other room.

"All of the royal families had magic within them. Your father did, Meridian. He had some ability over the earth, especially making the ground rich with nutrients to help things grow better."

"Oh . . . okay."

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"It's my destiny,
I was born to play this game,
So fear me or love me,
It's all the same."
- Beth Crowley



Lucie, Justice, Lucie, Justice. Her head felt like scrambled eggs and Reese wasn't the only reason why.

She dropped the fork. "Oh, Lucie dearest! You know what this means?" Mrs. Célia Bannister, her adoptive mother exclaimed, turning her gaze from Lucie across the long rectangular 14-foot dining table to her husband Mr. Leopold Bannister who was at the head seat. Her eyes shimmered with delight like blue gemstones as she continued. "It means a gentleman will see you! Or was it a woman?" The brunette bombshell of an actress stroked her own cheek trying to recall the old superstition. Lucie's eyes wandered down to the floor where the fork lay under the table. "A woman, love. A man is a knife and a spoon is a child." corrected Leopold, the couple then laughing and nauseatingly conversing back and forth about who was the most clever. Lucie cringed, "Please excuse me." She said before rising from her seat and walking away as the maids took care of the rest. "Okay darling but don't forget we have dinner with the Windsors tonight! Claudio keeps asking after you." Célia called after, the pair then continuing their lovesick exchange.

On any other day, Lucie was overjoyed when her adoptive mother came to visit as the woman's schedule was often overbooked with interviews, traveling, and working on movie sets. However, after remembering that she herself was a princess, the heir to the Serein throne… the celebrity fame, riches, and lifestyle weren’t as glamorous anymore. It had lost its luster. Lucie found herself kind of bored. It didn't compare to royalty, to bloodlines, to dresses, jewels, and heels that only she could wear. She relished the thought as she walked onward, heels clicking against the white marble floor, skirt rustling, and her hand clenched into a fist. "Perhaps it's not just a stupid old superstition after all." she muttered under her breath as she reached the end of the hall, looked back once with narrowed silver eyes, and disappeared. There was a place for her alone and this wasn't it. There was more. She just had to claim it.

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"Thank you, Torres. I suppose this is goodbye." Lucie said as she gazed up at the former bodyguard as they stood outside the house. "Should anything happen..." She took out a familiar item from her handbag, the Angelite statuette from the fair, and placed it in his hands. Her own pale, small, and slender hands clasped over his, ensuring his fingers wrapped around the statuette firmly. She parted her lips to speak more but decided against it, releasing him and shaking her head. Her long flowing hair shifted to fall off her shoulder and slide down her back as she turned away. The two didn't always see eye-to-eye, especially due to a certain spoiled brat's standards but they had spent a long time together and now, it was time to part and say goodbye for what essentially could be forever. "Justice." She paused at the name, turned around, and looked down at him from the highest step. "That's a nice name. I hope you live up to it." Torres commented, smiling slightly. "Pfft." she scoffed and rolled her eyes, wondering why he couldn't have just shut up and let the moment be. "I hope you can land a job!" she shouted. Torres gave her one final wave before returning to the car. Lucie upon reaching Lilith's door, stared at it with a bit of delay and confusion. They didn't automatically open for her or have someone standing by to open them for her like she was used to. "Hello?" she whispered, tilting her head and then proceeding to move about a little to see through the windows. Were they not expecting her? She was about to knock but sighed and stopped herself. "No. Not worth a splinter." she decided, taking the moment to admire her nicely manicured nails.

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The door to Freddie’s house opened with a long, overdrawn squeak. Standing in front of Reese was a man. Tall, and thin, so lanky that he had to hunch to fit in his own doorway. Pajamas draped loosely over the figure, adorned with a rainbow’s assortment of colours arranged in no discernible pattern.

“Hello there, Reese,” Marco greeted her, casual as ever. Reese looked up at him with an annoyed pout. “Heya, Mister Reyes.” “I’m afraid Fred's not in right now. She’s gone to see Professor Evers.” Marco brought a cup of coffee to his stubbled, smiling face, and sipped. He closed his eyes and savoured the scents and flavours, like a man who had all the time in the world. Reese, did not. “Since you’re here, I suppose… it must have slipped her mind to tell you.” Marco met Reese’s eyes. “She’s decided to go on that quest.” He shrugged, and the corner of his lips lifted with a smile. “It’s the study trip of a lifetime, you know.”

“She what.”

Marco paused, allowing Reese to take in the information. He looked over his shoulder. There was a distant sizzle and spit, and the smell of grease slithered out the door. “Oh yes. I’m making some bacon and eggs.” He looked back towards Reese. “Would you like some? I’ve made too much, like… always.” He held back a chuckle. “Hu hu… but then, I’m not the culinary student.”

Reese picked her jaw back up. Like father like adopted daughter - both Freddie and her dad had habits of meandering off into meaningless musings after dropping bombs on her like that.

"You..." she growled, then exploded into a fury, "What the hell did you say to make her do something so stupid, you third rate hack?! Are you trying to get her killed?! She's not a hero in one of your dumb books, she's your daughter!" A fire alarm went off from within the house, reminding them both of the bacon burning in the kitchen. "AND I'M STARVING! THANK YOU!" She shoved past him and charged the kitchen, leaving the bacon to burn and beelining to the oversized plate of cooked bacon and eggs instead. She picked them up with her bare hands and gulped them down, sitting cross legged on the kitchen table.

ImageMarco's eyes shrunk into dots. A drop of sweat trickled down his temple. His lips were frozen in a nervous smile, and he dared not breath… until she made her way to the kitchen. He exhaled, pushed his spectacles into place, and trotted after her.

He took the pan of burnt bacon chunks off the stove, retreated to lean against a column, and cast his gaze beyond Reese as she ate. He gave her a moment to slake her hunger, his eyes wandering to photos of him, his daughter, and her dear friend. It seemed only yesterday when he drove up to that orphanage. Freddie couldn't even look at him, quivering in her shoes as she was. She used to be such a scaredy cat, Marco thought.

A loud crunch returned the older Reyes's attention to the present. He turned towards Reese, his eyes squinted over an amused smile. "Well, I… hate to impose, Reese, but…”

“Nope,” Reese interrupted. She swallowed her last egg and shoved the plate away from her with her foot. “Don’t start getting prose-y on me, old man. It’s a shitty situation you’ve put me in, you know that?”

The smile dimmed from Marco’s lips, but not his eyes, which looked to her with a knowing glint. “Yes… yes indeed.” This was a song and dance they’d done a thousand times. Marco pushed up his glasses and backed away. “Well… if you don’t mind, I have to go and polish my draft. But thanks for stopping by. Do have a good day, Reese. Try not to get into too much trouble.” The old man gave a wink for emphasis, then walked off and out of sight.

"He's got to be the most irresponsible dad I know," Reese grumbled, then launched herself off the table and charged outside. All the doubts about the situation didn't have a space in her head anymore, and whatever she felt about her royal heritage didn't matter. She had to go protect that old idiot's daughter.




Rock music and the roar of a muscle car announced Reese's arrival on scene. She and the car lurched as she suddenly parked it on the curb and got out, wearing her trademark oversized jacket, a graphic tee 'dress' that just managed to cover her behind and Lego men dangling from her ears. She kicked the door shut behind her and was stopped in her tracks as she locked eyes with the princess that of course had to be in her way. Reese still had the bruise between her eyes from yesterday. She wondered how much worse Justice got off. Reese cleared her throat. This was actually kind of awkward.

"It uh... it's not an auto." She called over. It sounded more patronizing than intended. Reese half-shuffled, half-marched up to the door to stand next to her. This was actually REALLY awkward. She wormed her arm past Justice to the door handle, but stopped. Her eyes narrowed and slid over Justice's way. "... Actually, no. You do it."

Reese was curious. Not about whether Justice knew how to open a door - which, well, at this point after seeing her blink in confusion at the thing for a bit, Reese did kinda doubt - but about how long they were going to be stuck out here now regardless.

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"HEY, get UP. You know you're going to regret it if you don't get your butt out of that bed. Come on. Come on. You're going to be la-"

Silence resumed as Collette picked her head up, squinting at the bright light of her phone. The lock screen showed 10:05 AM with a brown, fluffy cat at the bottom, seemingly looking up at the numbers as another minute passed by. She sighed as she threw off the thick covers to go to the bathroom, the coldness of the room almost making her submerge herself once more. However with a small grunt and the crinkle of an empty chip bag as she stepped on it, Collette heaved herself to a small bathroom at the end of the hall.

The mirror wasn't kind to her today as she examined the dark bags under her eyes. Memories of the night before came back slowly as she splashed water on her face, Collette breathing in deeply as she watched the water drain. Another heave-ho, and she went back down the hall.

There was still the strong smell of incense lingering in the apartment. Collette could see the incense holders on the table as she entered the living room, a few of the sticks thrown about on the carpet. Empty pizza boxes filled the tiny kitchen's counters and cupcake pans soaked on one side of the sink. On the other side were empty bottles turned upside down to dry. There were no other signs of yesterday's emergency meeting save for the few empty chip bags next to her futon where she had fallen asleep.

She shuffled over to grab the phone. 10:12 AM. Swiping her thumb over the screen to unlock it, Collette noticed she had several notifications waiting. A message popped up on the screen.

And how's our princess today?

Collette groaned and started looking through the notifications. She didn't know what had possessed her to call a few close friends and rant to them about the day's events. It was ridiculous to say the least. She had already known what they were going to say, most of them voicing their concerns she was being scammed or tricked into a kidnapping scheme. Only one of them had seemed inclined to believe Lilith's story.

~*The Night Before*~

"Okay, but let's say this isn't like a really elaborate scheme right," Cynthia began, looking to each of her friend's faces in the small circle they had gathered in. "Let's say, like, she's actually telling the truth because come on? What are the chances all of these girls knowing the same name Collette knows? That Sibyl? Civil? Ella?"

Cynthia paused in her Tedx Talk, looking over at Collette for confirmation. She didn't answer though, absorbed by the charm bracelet on her wrist.

"Sibylla," Derek, another friend, cut in before taking another big bite of a pizza slice.

"Yeah, that," Cynthia continued, noticing how Collette's eyebrows furrowed together at mention of the name. "She never told anyone. She never said it out loud. She never even thought of this name before the festival... And all of these girls just happen to know it? And our Collette just knows their names too?"

"Maybe it's hypnosis?" another friend, Bella, suggested. Derek snorted and Cynthia gave a long, suffering sigh. They sat in silence for a few moments, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation. None of them seemed convinced but there seemed to be no way of really denying there was some truth in it either.

"So hear me out, if this is true, and I'm not going to say it is cuz then ya'll gonna blame me if she gets kidnapped, BUT... if it's true... Then she has to go right?" Julian spoke up, the others looking uncomfortable at the thought. "She said the princes and kingdom are probably in trouble so..."

The other looked to Collette who looked back at them with uncertainty. She nodded but didn't say anything as she reached into her pocket, pulling out the pouches Freddie had given her earlier. Her friends glanced at each other, figuring it was the end of that conversation. Cynthia did pause as she went to grab the incense from the kitchen, turning to look back at Collette.

"Collette, I think..." Cynthia began tentatively as Collette looked up, surprised to see her looking so serious. "I think you should at least give them a chance. If it's true, if there's even some truth to it, then you have friends there. Friends who need your help... And I know it seems terrifying but I think the amount of guilt you would have would outweigh any fear you feel right now."

~Present Day, 10:16 AM~

She ran a hand through her hair. Cynthia knew her. A little too well at times, but she knew Collette would do anything for her and their group of friends. If the princesses and princes were indeed her childhood friends...I think you should at least give them a chance.

An email caught Collette's eye. It was from Lilith, or Professor Evers rather, asking the girls to show up at her house at 10:30 AM. 10 minutes away from the university. 10... Collette froze. 10 minutes.

10:17 AM.

She looked down at her bright yellow tank top and banana print pajama shorts. She looked back at her phone. 10:18 AM.

Several minutes later, a frazzled looking Collette burst out of her apartment, scrambling to get her keys out of her bag. The yellow pajamas had been switched for a long sleeved red top and black overalls with matching black boots, red roses decorating the sides. She ran to her moped scooter.

At least she lived next to the campus...

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Silvia thought of how she liked the sound of Fredericka over Freddie. It even sounded a little Spanish to her. She smiled back at Freddie and nodded to let her know she was paying attention. She ran another hand through her hair as she knew the helmet messed it up. She bit her bottom lip as she thought of her question. She really had no answer. Silvia had always felt out of place in this world and the other place seemed to be a dream. Although, her memories of Rhindeval felt right in a strange way. She was still Anita, but was slowly becoming Silvia again. She wouldn’t be like Silvia in like her memories though.

Her smile grew as Freddie complimented her and then gave her opinion on leather. Silvia enjoyed the feel of leather as the tightest made it feel like she was being hugged. Freddie’s last statement made her curious though. Before she could answer or question Freddie, Aurora appeared. She was going to answer her, but then Aurora knocked on the door. It wasn’t long before Lilith appeared, and they all were inside her living room. Silvia stood near the entrance of the living room. The only thing she did to try to get comfortable was lean against the wall. She crossed her arms as she took in the view. Lilith seemed to have done well for herself. She stayed quiet as she listened to the others speak.




During the silence, Silvia slid her motorcycle key in her jacket’s right pocket. This was when she realized her pockets were rather light. She didn’t even open her jacket to check the inside pockets. Silvia knew her phone and wallet were at home. She had taken her boots off when they had gotten home the night before, and they fell to the floor. Silvia rolled her eyes under her sunglasses in annoyance. She would need to head back home to get them. Though, she realized her dad may have moved them. Her boots were alone when she slid them on before leaving. She didn’t get to think about it more as there was a knock on the door. She smiled and gave Meri a quick nod as a greeting when he saw it was her. Silvia then just focused on the new topic of conversation. Her gaze went to Aurora as she spoke.

At Aurora’s question, Silvia's muscles tensed. She would not be answering her question. It was interesting to know or be reminded all the royal families had magic. Silvia knew her father had her power. Since coming to Earth though, her height had become a sensitive issue. It all started at the orphanage. From what she could remember of Rhindeval, her height was never an issue there. Unfortunately, it was still a sensitive enough subject that the last thing she was going to do was tell the others she could grow taller. Besides for Meri, they were all strangers to her. She shared memories with them, but she didn't remember them all she knew.

Also, she was unsure if she had a bad memory with Meri that hadn't come to mind. After leaving Justice yesterday, she actually remembered two pleasant memories of her. They came after she finished remembering the rest of the first memory with her. Since she had no idea how the others would react, she would keep her power a secret. It would just take one joke about the tall girl being able to get taller for Silvia to snap and hit the jokester. She doubted she could hold her anger back twice in twenty four hours.

“I’ll be back...think I heard someone at the door,” she stated, mainly to get away from the current conversation. She got to the door, but froze as she heard someone approaching it. She leaned down to glance out the peephole. Silvia frowned. It was the last person she wanted to see, Justice. She gently and slowly unlocked the door as she saw Justice ready to knock. She was ready to open it, but then Justice stopped mid knock. Silvia saw her lips move before Justice began to look at her nails. Silvia stopped herself from touching the handle to open it. She couldn't deal with Justice right now. The girl couldn't even knock on the door. Did she think she was going to break a nail? Silvia stood back up and went back to join the others. She would not be the one to let Justice into the house, especially if she couldn’t knock.

“I unlocked the door in case anyone else comes,” she said. Next, she walked over to the right window and stood in the corner. She leaned against the wall before crossing her arms and ankles. She looked in Lilith’s direction as a question came to mind.

“Lilith, what happens if we can’t contact the Fairy Queen?” she asked.

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Freddie slumped. Her eyes narrowed into slits over pouting lips. She had hoped to engage Silvia in small talk. To get to know her camping buddies. But it seemed she'd have to wait another day. She nodded at Aurora, then Lilith, in greetings, and followed the other girls inside.

Inside.

"Water, please, Freddie answered Lilith. Her wide eyes wandered around the sorceress' house. Her dad would call this 'ostentatious.' She forgot what it meant, but the word sounded appropriately fancy. Freddie wandered towards a kitchen window and looked out. The very window frame felt like something out of a fairy tale. She peered over her shoulder at Lilith when the latter posed her question. "Mmm…She's still, uh… not exactly pleased." Her lips turned up into an apologetic smile. "But… Reese is… strong. The strongest… person I know, actually…" Freddie nodded. "She just needs time."

Freddie looked around again, feasting her eyes on the sorceress' taste in decor. "Whoa… these curtains alone…" She brought a pale, bony finger towards them and tapped, tapped, tapped. "I bet they cost more… than Reese's rent…"

It was then that Freddie noticed Lilith talking to Cassie- or Meridian? Cassidian. She turned around to greet her. "Yooo…" But her errant elbow stuck against a vase, and…

Crank!

Freddie's eyes widened. A dozen pieces of china laid by her feet, a mess of blue and white that seemed even more expensive broken apart… especially since she might have to pay for it.

"...Oops."

Her snow-pale cheeks were tinted a bright, rose-like red. "I, uh… sorry." She looked up and down, her mind racing with ways to placate the good professor. She held up a finger and suggested, "You know, kintsugi pottery is… really hot right now…" The damp-haired girl pointed two finger guns Lilith's way. "And I know a guy… who… knows a guy… who knows... another guy… who's… really into ceramics."

Freddie wiggled her brows for emphasis.

Then cleared her throat. "...But anyway… no dream powers for me." She turned to Aurora, and her gaze softened with sympathy. "...I hope you won't walk into… any… naughty dreams…" Her voice dropped into a whisper. "I had a naughty dream, once. It involved a pair of biker boots, calipers, a trout, and-"

Freddie whipped away. "Ah… nevermind."

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Nobody had seemed to be able to find the Royal healer since the incident involving Korgan, Tyann and him stumbling into the throne room, all of them drunk and making fools of themselves. The truth being that Asher Bolton hadn’t been as intoxicated as he had played himself out to be and nearly played up the part. Being a fool due to alcohol that someone else supposedly forced upon you was easily forgiven after all. Sneaking back into his room was child’s play, though living in a castle with hidden passageways did make such matters infinitely easier.

Asher had woken up early and in a rather poor mood. Leaving a note on his door before anyone else had woken up informing people to not disturb him unless someone was dying or the Empress needed him. Flipping said note would reveal that he expected Tempeste to check in on him to make sure he wasn’t wallowing because he was too pretty to be doing such a thing. Having no desire to leave his room for the immediate future, Asher saw no reason to hide his Telsenonian features, leaving his actual cat ears atop his head and matching tail out in the open. He hated keeping his tail hidden for so long and you really didn’t want to get him started on the fake human ears. Right now he had other frustrations to vent out and needed to get in some practice lest his skills dull even slightly.

Moving towards his wardrobe, Asher pulled at one of the wooden pegs on its side which made a soft clicking sound to unlock his hidden storage built behind the furniture piece. Gently moving the wardrobe on its concealed hinge revealed the small space built into the stone wall which housed the tools of the Assassin. Dozens of blades, vials of poisons, bolas, rope darts, and plenty more instruments of death all laid meticulously organized on shelves for easy access. Systematically, Asher began inspecting every piece of his collection. Removing any traces of dust from lack of use, sharpening edges and points that seemed even slightly dull, pulling bottles off the shelves that had expired and so on.

As he worked he couldn’t help remembering the anger and disappointment in Ivelda’s voice at his antics the previous day. His ears flicked at the memory while his tail began to swish back and forth in annoyance. He had done his duties to the letter and any act his empress deemed unbecoming of him resulted in scolding. Why couldn’t he have his fun? Between tending to everyone and Asher’s own attempts to cope with the deaths on his hands, he needed some form of escape.

He let out a frustrated huff as he looked at a rather brutal serrated knife he was cleaning now. One of the many tools taken from his nine teacher’s corpses. Nine masters of the arts of death that Ivelda had brought in to mold him into her hidden blade. Asher could still remember them all too well. Men and women once feared far and wide, each a master of their craft . . . . all killed by a child. The fact that he found a sick pleasure in killing his arguably abusive masters still left a bad taste in his mouth no matter how deterring their deaths might have been.

After what felt like hours of work, everything was neatly tucked back into their homes and hidden away. Asher threw himself onto his bed. ”I need a holiday . . . Just sneak out and maybe pretend to have been kidnapped.” He snorted and rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in his pillow. Like that would work, who could try abducting him and live to tell about it? The Telsenonian half heartedly let out a muffled yell and slapped his hands against the covers. Maybe just a break, or something to keep his mind off his current situation. Flipping to his back, blue eyes stared up at nothing in particular with an increasingly bored expression. ”Spirits . . . Give me SOMETHING to work with here so I don’t lose what little sanity I might have.”



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"I see your monsters, I see your pain
Tell me your problems, I’ll chase them away
I’ll be your lighthouse, I’ll make it okay
When I see your monsters, I’ll stand there so brave
And chase them all away."
- Katie Sky


“Well met!” A young Tempeste enthusiastically greeted the Abode of the Saints' visitor by the grand entrance. She was particularly enthusiastic because she was the youngest to live there and the visitor appeared to be another girl around her age too. There was the potential of making a new friend. “What?” The visitor responded in an annoyed tone as she cradled her hand. Tempeste tilted her head to sneak a peek at the hand, smiling as she saw that there was a bite mark that could be easily remedied. “Are you in need of healing? I can heal that for you.” Tempeste offered, outstretching her hand. The small visitor with blue-hair looked her over scrupulously, Tempeste continuing to smile with not just her lips but also with her eyes. She was wearing the garb of the Saints that was white from head to toe, hooded with gold trimmings. She didn't expect the visitor to doubt her. “Are you a Saint?” Tempeste's shoulders dropped a little at being called out like that. “No, but I have Aftersight. I haven’t um been initiated as a Saint yet so I don’t have the eyes but Aftersight allows me to see what’s wrong and--” she fumbled, trying to explain her credibility. “So, you’re just a wannabe? I don’t NEED a wannabe.” “I just want to help and my mother who is a Saint taught me-” “Great! Run along and get her to help me.” ⧗

Tempeste awoke to the sunlight hitting her right in the eyes as she dozed off that night engrossed in a book and forgot to close the curtains. She tossed and turned a bit before surrendering to wakefulness, stretching her arms above her head. She sighed aloud, reflecting on the dream she just had. Using her personal medical kit, Aftersight for Raiden probably brought back memories. She briefly wondered what could have happened to that blue-haired girl but that was the past and there was no way of knowing. A lot had changed under Ivelda's rule. Most likely, she was dead or out there somewhere just trying to survive.

If she wanted to help anyone, all she could do was practice patience and be the best undercover rebel she could be! It was going to be an unusual day with no Ari to have telepathic conversations with. A part of her thought maybe he was avoiding her after her intimate moment with Asher. Well, it wasn't a kiss, kiss but it also didn't seem like something Ari would have approved of. Not a very 'lady-like' plan to engage in she surmised. She shook her head and the doubts away, sitting up to comb her fingers through her hair in an attempt to tidy up a bit. Ari said he had a lot of orders to work on at the bakery and so, she should just take his word for it. Tempeste was about to leave the bed and get ready to attend to the clinic but there came a knock at the door, 2 knocks, 3 knocks... endless knocking that demanded her attention. “Duty calls so early...” she mumbled, a yawn escaping her lips.

Before long, she found herself standing in front of Asher's door still dressed in the clothing she fell asleep in. It was a blue nightgown but she did put on a pink laced robe tied together with red ribbon as the air was a bit chilly. It didn't occur to her that it may be inappropriate to show up to a man's bedroom door dressed that way due to her naivety and inexperience in such matters. She was only focused on the fact that she had been summoned to make sure he wasn't 'wallowing because he was too pretty to be doing such a thing.' She also wasn't too far from his room, to begin with. Serving as the head of medical staff required that she had a room of her own on the grounds in the event of emergencies or observation overnight. She yawned again, covering her mouth with her hand as the other hand flipped the note she had heard all about to confirm the message conveyed to her.

”Spirits . . . Give me SOMETHING to work with here so I don’t lose what little sanity I might have.” She overheard Asher say from inside the room, causing her to chuckle a little. Clearing her throat and in case Asher had heard her, she proceeded to knock. "Good day, Sir. Is everything okay in there? Are you, 'wallowing'?" she asked with a slightly raised voice to address him from the other side of the door but maintaining a polite tone at the same time, respectful of his position as her employer. She had overheard the rumors about the former princes earning the Queen's ire so she suspected that was why Asher may have chosen to coop himself up in his room instead of working today. She didn't mind running the clinic on her own but before she did, she would adhere to Asher's possibly hungover request first. She wanted to make sure he was okay.

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The world was a cruel thing for Tyann as he rose; eyes blinking open with a bleary sort of wrath. His office, if one could even call it that, was a respite from the rest of the castle and the grounds, and was marginally attached to the stable-grounds by a singular hallway. The hall was adorned by simple, easy, yet colorful murals of all sorts of beasts. Some wore golden chains and collars, others were covered by barding of platinum, silver and brass. The murals continued into his office, and on the ceiling above his desk and chair in the barebones room, was a massive red, gray, gold and black fox with twelve tails. The fox’s face was pulled into a mouth open grimace, and from it’s maw hung a single paper lantern.

The room was dark besides, and in the darkness, Tyann’s eyes were tiny blue-green points of light. A ‘paper’ window behind him was filled with the light of the sun, and cast his form into stark contrast with the rest of the room. There was an incomprehensibly loud scrape as Tyann stood, mouth snapping open into a grimace as his head complained against the noise.
His bare feet slid forward on the ground a singular purpose filling his mind, as he strode out of the room and towards the kennels. Tyann’s hand snapped out as he grabbed his mask, tying it around his head as he moved onward. His eyes darted about before locking on Ari as he entered the space.

There was a moment where Tyann simply took in the scene before him, watching silently as Ari fed the creature and whispered both to himself and to the beast. A faint smile crossed the Beastmaster’s lips before he settled it back into a pressed line.

He audibly sniffed, focusing ever harder on Ari as his feet carried him into the kennel with the nexu. “Don’t bother. I am here. … How is young ThornPaw?” Tyann’s voice was a harsh rasp, clawed hands coming to rest on Ari’s shoulder as the masked Beastmaster came to a nearly silent crouch. A hand snaked out, grasping the nexu, ThornPaw, by the scruff as he pulled the small creature into his arms. The damned thing began to growl, opening its mouth with an intent to bite and scratch, before Tyann made a sound not unlike the ‘mrowl’ of it’s mother. The cub stilled for a moment, flinching as Tyann’s ‘claws’ pried the maw of the little beast open to peer at the fangs. When satisfied, he dropped the little thing back by its food, making another noise that seemed to set the little beast at ease.

His focus turned back to Ari as the noises left from his throat. He had spent years, YEARS, training himself under other men and women who understood beasts… And found them ALL lacking. All of them, idiots at their crafts, somewhat. Practice made perfect, and with talent like Tyann’s, practice made perfect and then some. His eyes slid over to the jar of oranges and honey, and with a bright smile, he slid his gaze back to Ari. “And that is only partly why you are the best hand I have ever hired. How does this morning find you, Ari?

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Lilith soon returned with the drinks each of the girls requested. They were on one of those rolling trays since it was big enough to bring in the drinks plus 2 pitchers, one filled with water, the other with lemonade. She overheard Silvia mentioning she keep the door unlocked and nodded. The tall princess then asked what would happen if they couldn't contact the fairy queen.

"If that does happen, then I'll be returning to Rhindeval completely blind. The way a teleportation spell works when it comes to traversing worlds is I need a specific location in mind. I was hoping that the Fairy Queen would know the safest location to transport too. If I can't contact her, then I'd have to make an educated guess and I don't know which places would be safe exactly. That's why I wanted all of you to come today because I have a greater chance of contacting her. With 4 of you here already, the chances of good. If more show up, then it's pretty much guaranteed."

"Well, I don't know how to help, but I will try," Cassie said.

Aurora nodded in agreement. Suddenly out of the blue, a crash was heard. Lilith was instantly on her feet and saw that Ishara knocked over one of her vases.

She barely heard the oops before Ishara started rambling out an apology.

"Shhh, it's fine dear. I am just glad you weren't hurt. You're more important then a vase. Now just stay there. Normally I sweep this up, but in this case I'll make an exception."

With a flick of her fingers, all of the broken fragments were lifted off the ground and put into the trash.

"Okay you can move now, I am going to take this out to the trash bin by my house, so I'll be right back," she said before taking the trash bag out of the smaller bin it was in. She opened up the front door to see not only Justice but Euphemia as well.

"Oh my, nice to see both of you. I need to take this trash to the bin, so I'll be right back. You two can come inside. Several of the girls are already here."

With that she left the door open and went for the trash bin on the side of the house.

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Yesterday had been an embarrassment.

Thaddeus still found himself cringing every time he remembered, placing his head in his hands as the memories replayed in his head. He paced frantically in his room as he groaned loudly. How could I have allowed myself such an outburst in her presence!? Another groan and he could have sworn had he less restraint, he would have slammed his head on the wall.

He wasn't those idiots though. If they had just been civil for once, the whole thing could have been avoided... His cringing turned to annoyance and his pacing slowed. He had considering the idea of taking a break thanks to Adrian but sitting about in his room, wallowing in these thoughts, was too much for Thaddeus. The worst part was that those three occupied his thoughts. Thaddeus ruffled his hair in frustration.

And then, he got an idea.

He ran to the door of his room, about to call out to one of his men... When he paused, reconsidering the idea. He slowly closed the door again. ...Is this a really good idea? He frowned and went to his desk to prepare a letter for Preacher Carama and Adrian. A letter asking for advice on whether a truce with the three degenerates from yesterday would be a good idea... and perhaps a small meeting to discuss the terms.

He began on Benedicto's letter first.

Dear Preacher Carama,

I continue to ruminate over the events of yesterday, as I am sure you are as well, and I cannot help but think there could have been more done. We have our disagreements with the others, sure, but I do feel that perhaps there is more tension beneath the surface. I have an idea in mind but since I feel that you are one of the two people I can trust, I have decided to write to you first for guidance.


Thaddeus paused in his writing. Roderick was a good man but he tended to veer on Tyann's side more often. Eike only obeyed Queen Ivelda so he didn't think he would have any luck there. He got along well with Benedicto and Adrian was probably the kindest to him. Those two were the only logical place to start with.


I do not wish to repeat the events of yesterday. Queen Ivelda is merciful and her wrath is justified but I dislike the loss of control exhibited yesterday.


He gripped the quill tightly, Thaddeus' hand shaking slightly. He took a deep breath in and continued.

It is unbecoming as Queen Ivelda's loyal servants.

Therefore, I propose that perhaps we all could have a little meeting. We could all vent our frustrations and come to some sort of truce. There should be some sort of conclusion such as all of us agreeing to be civil in our Great Ivelda's presence?


Thaddeus paused and scratched his head. Perhaps he had been overthinking the situation? Sure, they grated on his nerves but it was his outburst that really set everything off. He had to take responsibility somehow. Just like his men, should Ivelda's servants be divided, it would mean a weakness in her forces.

I do not think I am thinking with a clear head still. Perhaps we could discuss this in person. I would be interested in your thoughts in this matter. I will also be consulting Adrian as he was removed from the situation yesterday. A fresh pair of eyes will help me take hold of this situation. With the three of us on a united front, I do believe our show of force will be enough to have the others make some sort of resolution of this all.

I await your guidance,
Thaddeus Rock.


Thaddeus sighed as he sealed the letter. His face was flushed and his hair seemed even worse than when he woke up. Writing to Benedicto was a bit nerve wracking as he did give a lot of weight to the fellow man's words. It could be anyone's opinion and I would be almost as concerned, he thought miserably as he worked on the second letter.

Adrian,

I am unsure if you heard of the events of the day before but I shall give you quick summary as to explain why I am writing to you today.

Preacher Carama and I went to do our daily routine with Queen Ivelda yesterday. I was finishing up my report when Tyann, Korgan, and Asher came into our gracious Ivelda's hall, drunk. That pig Korgan threw a bottle and I lost my temper in a moment of utmost foolishness and weakness in the face of temptation.


Thaddeus gritted his teeth and he hesitated, wondering if he should rewrite the letter. Adrian need to know all the events however. Even the most shameful parts, Thaddeus sighed.

I am ashamed but it led to much a quarrel and words were said. Even the dungeon master had some words of reprimand, though they were rightfully directed at Korgan. Our beautiful and loving Ivelda gave me my own tongue lashing so I left soon after. I am unsure what she said to those remaining.

I thought that perhaps we could all have a meeting. I have written to you and Preacher and Carama for advice, maybe even a show of force should we decide to go talk to the others. I know I do not want a repeat of the shameful events that have transpired the day before, even more so since we will have a possibility of meeting once a day. I may also be thinking too much about this as my hands are a bit less busy today so I am also asking if we should even speak to the others. Would it be a fruitless cause? Would asking them to a conversation even be necessary?

We are all Queen Ivelda's subjects but I feel such a divide is unnecessary. I wish to take responsibility for the reprimands we all received but perhaps that is due to my duty as Royal Guard Captain. We can discuss this more in person if you wish as well. I know we must have another drink today.

I will await your wise words,
Thaddeus Rock.


The wax cooled and he removed the wax sealer. Thaddeus grabbed the two envelopes and walked towards the door, ready to send them off with his guards and soon, a messenger.

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There was a racket coming from the street but Lucie ignored it as it didn't concern her or so she thought. Another of the girls showed up and it was the one with her name at the top of her mentally noted mean girls' burn book, all capital letters and underlined in red... REESE. There was nobody she detested more at this very moment. They were as compatible as oil and water and their looks and choice of style served as a further testament to that. Lucie donned business professional attire consisting of an accented blazer and matching skirt with white thigh-high socks and black heels. Underneath, a white blouse with many white frills for collar and sleeves and of course, her most treasured possession, the Angelite pendant dangling down her chest. Reese, well, was wearing clothes Lucie wouldn't want to be caught dead in. It was a joke of an outfit just missing the punchline.

"It uh... it's not an auto." Lucie's eyes narrowed sharply as Reese dared to speak to her after her not so long ago barbaric behavior. She was just thankful that the remaining mark on her forehead was easily covered up by her fringe. Bandages were so not classy. "... Actually, no. You do it." Did Reese just tell her to do something? Lucie stared down at the door handle Reese was reaching out for a moment ago then looked to Reese again with a momentary mix of confusion and disbelief. Then again, of course this was going to be difficult because it was none other than Reese. She was still affected by the incident, her head not quite the same and mentally taxed but Reese brought back her energy in full throttle. Headaches be damned. She lost a fight and her bodyguard but not her bloody mind!

"If I wanted to, I would have done it already!" she snapped. They could have just carried on about the door like civilized people. The earth would keep spinning, life would go on... but it just wasn't Justice. "What are you doing here anyway? Trying to become a 'spoiled fucking princess' now, are you?" Lucie laughed. "Wow, after all your yammering, you turn the hell around. What a hypocrite but that explains everything. I guess you were just jealous." She shrugged her shoulders. "I suppose I can't blame you for looking for a meal ticket. 'Desperate times call for desperate measures,’ as they say." she said confidently, flicking her hair then placing her hands on her hips, wearing a smirk like she had Reese completely pegged.

Of course, Reese’s experiment would be so quick to backfire. She tried to turn down the fire Lucie was lighting under her that was making her rage bubble over with some commendable success. At least now that she was pissed off, things weren’t so awkward anymore.

“I’m not here for the same reasons you are, Lucie.” She seethed, and turned her glare to the house, “My friend’s in there thinking she’s gonna skip through a fairytale. The only thing she’s ever wrestled with is a packet of hot pockets! I’m not about to let Freddie face the witch without me.” Or the bandits, or wild Quagga, or countless other dangers Reese could recall off the top of her head. She had enough of a hard time trying to keep Freddie from getting herself hurt in this world, imagine one where disgruntled customers could cast fireball. At that thought, she heard china smashing from inside the house, and Reese sighed and grumbled at the ground, “So cut it out with all that meal ticket talk, as soon as Freddie’s back safe with Mr. Reyes, I’m done with Rhindevel.” Reese tossed her nose to the air and straightened up out of that slump. “Anyway! How can you be so serious about going on a quest when you expect everyone to do things for you?” She began to step towards Lucie with every word, her glare and smug smile getting closer, “Try. Opening. The. Door. No knight’s gonna swoop down and do these things for you anymore, pri-”

⧖ Justice reached out in a fumbling attempt but let down by delayed reflexes, watched helplessly as the Angelite pendant plopped into the lake. Unfortunately, the chain had become worn out leading to the fall. She felt her lips quiver in defeat, on the verge of crying. "Euphemia, I don't feel like playing anymore…" They had been playing a game of pretend; the princess and the knight. Euphemia glanced back, teetering on a stepping stone, twigs sticking to her hair and dress from shielding the princess from the great wilderness. In one hand she grasped a sturdy, sword-sized stick. The other held Justice’s dainty hand to help her cross the stone pillars.

“Why?” She asked, and pointed her sword towards the tree growing in the centre of the lake, its silvery boughs trailing down in the water and swaying in it - the target of Sir Euphemia’s quest. The resin of this tree supposedly formed like iridescent jewels, a worthy treasure for a knight to present to her princess. “But I’m almost at -” Her eyes widened at Justice’s tears and she plunged her sword into the water after the pendant, but it's glimmer faded into the depths.

“No!” Euphemia protested. She dejectedly looked down in the water. The end of their game loomed over her. She would always just play whatever the other royals wanted, but… She squeezed Justice’s hand. “... In every book there’s a moment when the hero does something so amazing, the princess - she, well, she,” Euphemia turned bright red as she stammered, and shook off what she was trying to say and let go of Justice’s hand. “The hard bits are part of the story, too.” And she dived in after Justice’s trinket.

“Wait!” Justice yelled after her, reaching out too, repeating her actions exactly the same as when the necklace had dropped. Her body lurched forward but all she could do was peer over the edge of the lake on her knees, praying for the ripples, bubbles, and signs of life to remain a constant. Her silver eyes widened in horror as the water became silent and still instead, fearful that Euphemia was never going to come back. Her fingers trembled and clenched the hem of her dress. She was no hero to go after her. She didn’t possess the bravery that knights did.

“The princess she…” Justice recalled Euphemia’s parting words, her knuckles turning white as she gripped her dress a bit harder. “The princess summons the knight, Sir Euphemia!” She yelled at the top of her lungs, commanding a return. It may have been a game of pretend but Justice really was a princess, and if there was anything she was good at, it was telling others what to do. Her trembling figure shifted into a sulky one instead as she crossed her arms and glared at the water as though her dissatisfaction was a force to be reckoned with and mother nature would just cave in.

“PWAGH!” Euphemia emerged with a great splash, spluttering and kicking back towards the rocks. She managed to get her elbows over the edge, dragging her heavy, soaked sleeves with them, and grinned up at Justice as she held out her fist. “As the princess commands,” she said, unfurling it to reveal the Angelite pendant.

"You did it!! You did do something so amazing!! Sir Euphemia, you're my hero!" Justice exclaimed excitedly with the biggest smile on her features. She was overjoyed as she thought the pendant and the knight, could have been lost forever like some tragic tale. Justice removed the pendant from Euphemia’s palm and leaned forward. The knight deserved a reward just like in the stories, a well-deserved princess' kiss but just an innocent one on the cheek.

Euphemia’s grin widened and she bashfully turned her head and leaned up to receive her reward, but a clamour of steel alerted her and her big brave hero’s heart suddenly shrank to the size of a peanut. “Wa-” she started to protest, whipping her head towards the approaching guardsmen, when a little something bumped her lips and sent a flutter through her entire body.

… Whoops.

Euphemia could hear the royal guardsmen shouting at them as her hands went up to her lips and she slipped back down into the lake.
Justice covered her lips too but had nowhere to hide, only managing to shuffle back and far from the water. After a few seconds of the shock passing through her entire body like lightning, the reality began setting in and her hand fell to the ground… she screamed, "You STOLE my first kiss!!!"

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The sound of the door opening startled Lucie out of the flashback as Lilith greeted and invited them inside. She could barely make out the words as her already pale skin turned paler, almost like a corpse. Horrified and utterly disgusted, she stumbled backwards to create some distance between her and Reese. With mechanical-like movement, she pulled out her phone from her pocket and dialled home. The adventure to Rhindeval could wait. “Hey daddy, can I get plastic surgery? I need my mouth removed and replaced...” she said, the tone of her voice dropping and the color in her eyes devoid of life.

Reese’s voice caught in her throat. Her hand was on her lips and she felt she was sinking down in the lake just like before. Her face was burning, from the memory, from - from Lucie’s stupid reaction! She stomped past her with her head down through the door Lilith had left open for them, glared Lucie right in the eye, and SLAMMED it shut. If immaturity was the game here… Reese could beat her twice, no, three times over in it!!!! Lucie jumped, startled by the sound of the door for the second time. Anger returned and rising enough to get her blood pumping and bring her back to some semblance of being alive, "What's your stinking problem?! FROG!!" She retaliated, whether or not Reese was able to hear it. Returning to her phone call, she sighed. "No, not you daddy."

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Character Portrait: Ivelda Evers
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Good Sorceress who plans to stop her sister and help save the kingdoms

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Maestia Stowell

Holder of the Alexandrite Pendant

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Stephen Drimovir Cerenox

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Free-spirited princess who loves creating music

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Evil Enchantress currently in control of Rhindeval

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