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    Koshka
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      Mikkel

      For a moment silence reigned.

      Mikkel blinked.

      “Poor fellow. Pity he underestimated his enemy.”

      First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
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      #115582
      Anonymous
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        @koshka. @elishavet-pidyon. @godlyfantasy12. Those are all such epic replies! Love them all! 😀

        Eva

        Each breath came heavy.

        Her heart almost beat out of her chest.

        A father…a father shouldn’t be like that.

        Nyx had gone after him with a viciousness Eva had never seen.

        Then Zlatan and Viktor had.

        Now, Franz was on the floor. She saw Ezra run over to Zlatan. She couldn’t make out his words, but she heard Ezra talking to Zlatan, seemingly trying to calm him down.

        Eva inched closer to Mikkel. Squeezed his shoulder, trying to ground herself.

        “Oh, dear Jesus…help us.” she whispered, the words barely able to escape her lips.

        Ezra

        He squeezed Zlatan’s shoulder. “Zlatan, hey, stay here. Don’t get lost in your head.”

        Zlatan looked at him, his breath heavy.

        Ezra glanced at Franz, who was barely still alive on the floor. Got in front of Zlatan, blocking his view of Franz. “Hey, Zlatan, stay with me, please…”

        Dear God, stop this chaos. 

        Riker

        His arms slowly unwrapped from around November.

        Franz, bleeding, a knot forming on his temple, laying on the floor, was breathing.

        But for how long?

        He looked back up at Zlatan once again. Ezra was trying to get him to calm.

        Riker let go of November. He wanted to ask if November was okay, but his lips…his lips couldn’t make any words.

        He tried.

        Oh, he tried.

        But his lips refused to move. Riker slowly stood.

        Zlatan looked at him.

        Their eyes met.

        Riker looked at his father.

        Franz had hurt him.

        But he was his father.

        And Riker loved him anyways.

        He fell to his knees beside Franz. “Please, stay alive.” Franz’s eyes were closed. A knot was forming on his head.

        Riker felt November’s arms wrap around him from behind. Riker touched his father’s forehead. “Don’t die…”

        #115583
        Anonymous
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          @godlyfantasy12. Everyone is going after him. 🤣

          Sounds like Nyx. 🤣

          #115584
          Anonymous
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            @godlyfantasy12, @elishavet-pidyon, @keilah-h, @koshka, this is…escalating quickly. 🤣

            #115585
            Elishavet Elroi
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              @freedomwriter76 @koshka @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

              Ah, yes. This is perfect! (In a horrible way.)

              Viktor

              The man was on the ground, the fight was over. Viktor’s shoulder ached from where he’d collided with Zlatan.

              From Zlatan’s face, Viktor guessed the Voyager didn’t mind that Viktor had pushed him away from his purpose.

              Or rather, back onto it. Zlatan hadn’t meant to kill the man.

              Now Viktor fell to his knees beside Riker’s father. If only he knew more about healing people instead of farm animals.

              He looked up. “November, Riker, sir, are you all right?”

              You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan

              #115586
              Anonymous
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                @elishavet-pidyon. Yeah. In a horrible way. *sobs* It’s really showing everyone’s personalities though. 😉

                #115587
                Anonymous
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                  @elishavet-pidyon. @koshka. @godlyfantasy12. @keilah-h. Also…just had to share this that I found. XD So, so true. XD

                  #115588
                  GodlyFantasy12
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                    @elishavet-pidyon @keilah-h @koshka @freedomwriter76

                    Jocelyn & Nyx

                    Nyx made his way off of Franz’s limp body, his fur covered in a blood that wasn’t his own. He hissed, even though the man was no longer conscious.

                    “Nyx!” Lyn’s voice made his ears twitch. He turned towards her as she approached slowly.

                    Everyone seemed a bit…shaken at Franz’s unconscious body.

                    Wasn’t like he didn’t deserve the beating though, so Nyx wasn’t all that concerned. He shook his fur and began to preen himself. Though…licking the blood from his fur didn’t seem very appealing rn….

                    Thought he hated to admit it….He needed a bath….Ugh….

                    “Oh Nyx…why did you-“

                    ”Don’t start. He deserved it.”

                    Lyn sighed. “Nyx…” She tilted her head and Nyx followed her gaze to find Riker, leaning over his father. Nyx narrowed his eyes.

                    He sighed.

                    He really couldn’t understand how the guy could still be concerned after everything the horrid man had just done but….

                    Perhaps….there were still some things he had to learn.

                     

                    Perhaps he was still pretty…young….

                    Not that he’d ever admit that.

                    He glanced over at Zlatan, who seemed pretty shaken at what he’d done Ezra was talking to him.

                    Nyx let out a huff.

                    Zlatan had been pretty scary, but he’d just been doing what Nyx had done.

                    Maybe he wasn’t so bad either….

                    Nyx walked up to Lyn and she smiled, glad that her companion was safe. Let o say she’d been concern wouldn’t have been accurate. She was more then concerned for him.

                    She lifted him into her arms but didn’t nuzzle him, though she wanted to. She frowned but her eyes twinkled with mischief. “You need a bath bud….”

                    He groaned.

                     

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                    #115589
                    Anonymous
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                      @elishavet-pidyon. @koshka. @keilah-h. Who wants to go next? 🙂 Also, @godlyfantasy12, I love Nyx too. 😉

                      #115590
                      Koshka
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                        @freedomwriter76 @elishavet-pidyon @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

                        Mikkel

                        The man looked bad, but the only blood was bright, none of the dark kind Mikkel knew to look for.

                        He stepped away from Eva, his hands already digging out his kit.

                        “Riker, please lay him flat on his back.” He knelt beside him. “Does anyone have water? I’m almost out.”

                        The group looked to each other. “There’s a cistern in the garden.”

                        “Good. Please go fetch what you can.”

                        Mikkel turned back to Riker’s father, started to work with what little he had.

                        • This reply was modified 2 years, 2 months ago by Koshka.

                        First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
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                        #115594
                        GodlyFantasy12
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                          @freedomwriter76 @koshka @keilah-h @elishavet-pidyon

                          November

                          Riker had pulled away, leaving November feeling a bit cold, though he wasn’t about to say anything. He knelt by his father, pleading with him. November frowned in concern, his heart twisting in empathy. He could definitely understand where Riker was coming from.

                          What if it was Riven there…?

                          November would never hurt his father. No…no matter what he did.

                          Besides…his father wasn’t that bad. Right?

                          Yea…yea.

                          He…he was…

                          November shut his eyes tight. Why did everything have to be so confusing?

                          “November, Riker, sir, are you you alright?” Viktor has knelt beside Riker to examine Franz, but now he was looking at November.

                          The boy paled and looked away. He looked down at his hand, realizing the stone was still in his palm. He rubbed it in comfort. “Y-Yea…I-I’ll be fine….” He knew his voice was too quiet for to be taken seriously, and he could imagine the wary looks he was receiving, but he tried to ignore them. Though his heating skin and quickness to blush didn’t help.

                          He heard a shuffle as someone knelt beside him and he turned his head.

                          ”November?” Ara whispered gently. Her eyebrows were creased and her face was pale as she reached her hand down, gently grasping his wrist. He warmed at the touch and felt his face grow hot, but despite his nervousness, he was extremely thankful to have her nearby.

                          In fact, her presence, while making his heart beat a mile a minute, made his shoulders relax and he let out a breath.

                          It was…strange how she affected him.

                          He looked away, trying to avoid her piercing, questioning eyes, but she forced him to look at her when she said his name again. When he did, he found a few tears in her eyes. A lump formed in his throat.

                          Gah, he hated when she cried….

                          “Ara don’t-“

                          “Are you okay?” Her voice was barely a whisper and she raised her hand, as if she were going to touch his face, but decided against it.

                          He blushed. Hard.

                          He was sure that if she had he would’ve melted inside.

                          She too looked away, more tears coming.

                          “Hey…I-I’m fine! What’s wrong?” November asked. She shook her head, unable or unwilling to answer.

                          He touched his face, wondering if there was something there-if perhaps he had been hit and didn’t realize it.

                          Only to remember…

                          Oh.

                          His fingers traced the three marks over the left of his face. He grimaced.

                          Did she…still blame herself for it?

                          He sighed and returned his attention to Riker and Viktor who were still tending to Franz, now with Mikkel in the mix.

                          He’d have to ask Ara about it later…

                          After all…didn’t she understand?

                          He looked at her once more.

                          He’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.

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                          #115596
                          Koshka
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                            @freedomwriter76 @elishavet-pidyon @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

                            Zlatan

                            Riker was kneeling beside his father, white faced. His eyes. So like…

                            He should never have let this happen. Should never have let his instincts take over.

                            Never lost control.

                            Zlatan closed his eyes.

                            Zlatan, hey, stay here. Don’t get lost in your head.

                            Blink. Was that his name?

                            Hey, Zlatan, stay with me.

                            His eyes focused on the face in front of him. Ezra.

                            “I’m sorry.”

                            First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
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                            #115598
                            Elishavet Elroi
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                              @freedomwriter76 @koshka @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

                              Alyona

                              It was over. She had located Viktor as soon as the fists had stopped flying. He was sitting against the wall, his head leaned back, watching Franz with a much more peaceful expression.

                              Then he had come forward and now he was checking after Riker and the others.

                              Alyona followed Arabella closer to the group, then stopped a few feet back. On second thought, she made her way around Arabella and November to stand behind Viktor. Hopefully her light would help.

                              “Vitya, are you all right?”

                              He looked back and up at her, squinting against her torch light “Alya. I’m fine. Could you get some water?”

                              “If you need it.” She looked around before slipping off.

                              Viktor

                              Franz would be fine. Now Viktor was more worried about November and Riker.

                              Although, he guessed he couldn’t help them where they really hurt, no matter if he was an experienced physician like Mikkel.

                              It was like his nightmares. Something you just lived with and didn’t talk about.

                              Only, theirs was a worse ache. A real injury.

                              He’d have to keep them in his prayers.

                              Alyona returned with her flame and a jug of water.

                              “Thanks.” He reached to take the jug, but she set it down and caught his hand.

                              “Viktor!” There was concern in her voice. He jerked his hand back and frowned at her.

                              “I just took the skin off my knuckles.”

                              She frowned back. “Well, bind it up or something. Mama would kill you if you got it infected.”

                              “It’s not going to.” He took the jar and turned to Mikkel. “Here’s water.”

                              You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan

                              #115599
                              Elishavet Elroi
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                                @freedomwriter76 @koshka @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

                                By the way, I don’t know if I’ve clarified this yet, but Viktor has nightmares sometimes about the night his parents died. (He doesn’t know that’s what it is, though he does suspect it’s more of a memory than imagination.) It’s also the time he got his hands burned. According to the people that brought them to their adoptive parents, his burns were from the house fire that killed his parents.

                                That’s why I keep mentioning them. It’s all part of a bigger plot, and I’m experimenting with how to incorporate it all.

                                You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan

                                #115602
                                Anonymous
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                                  @elishavet-pidyon. Good to know about Viktor. 😉


                                  @koshka
                                  . @keilah-h. @godlyfantasy12. Also, y’all, there’s a minor character of mine that needs some development and I want to add her. She’s only 5 tho. 🙂 But she needs some development and I think it’d be fun to be her. Just wanted y’all to have a heads-up. 😀 Her name is Naja. She’s very sweet, caring, silly, loving, almost always smiling, but gets upset and angry at herself when she messes up and someone yells at her. So…don’t yell at her. Y’all will make her cry. (but it’s okay to do so. Just know that one of my characters may tear yours apart, lol)

                                  Riker

                                  Viktor handed Mikkel a jar. “Here’s water.”

                                  Riker glanced at Mikkel. He hadn’t even heard Viktor ask if he had been okay.

                                  Then Alyona had gone to get water.

                                  Riker noticed Arabella was talking to November. Good, he needed her right now.

                                  Eva came forward, coming to Ezra’s side.

                                  Riker glanced back at Franz as Mikkel began to work on him.

                                  His father was still alive.

                                  “…Thank you Mikkel.”

                                  Ezra

                                  “I’m sorry.”

                                  Ezra and Zlatan’s eyes met.

                                  Ezra smiled. “Hey, it’s fine. I probably would have done the exact same.”

                                  Ezra felt Eva come to his side.

                                  She wrapped an arm around him.

                                  “Zlatan, really, it’s okay. You didn’t mean to. Every last one of us would have done the same if we were you.”

                                  Ezra knew he would have.

                                  Yes, Riker was on the opposing side of the war.

                                  But Riker had given him food.

                                  Riker had nursed his wounds after they had tried to torture the information out of him.

                                  Maybe he hadn’t noticed it before, but Ezra still cared about him.

                                  “Zlatan, it’s going to be okay. You didn’t mean it.”

                                  He looked around the room until he found Vulkasin. He waved him over.

                                  Maybe Zlatan’s brother could help.

                                  Eva

                                  She rested her head on Ezra’s shoulder, still praying silently.

                                  Dear Lord, help us all out of this mess. Help Zlatan, Riker, November, and Viktor, who need you…She thought, oh, and Franz, Lord. 

                                  She saw Ezra wave Zlatan’s brother, Vulkasin, over.

                                  She smiled faintly.

                                  Then…she heard crying and sniffles.

                                  Coming from the other direction of the hallway.

                                  How many people were in this castle!?

                                  Then she heard footsteps.

                                  Soft, quiet.

                                  Eva raised an eyebrow.

                                  Who would be walking that softly. How could someone walk that softly?

                                  Unless…but it couldn’t be someone small, could it?

                                  Could it?

                                  More sniffles.

                                  More cries.

                                  “…I want Mommy. I want Daddy!”

                                  Oh Lord, it is a child, Eva thought, her hand coming up to her mouth.

                                  Everyone seemed to stop, like her, maybe shocked that they heard a child.

                                  Riker’s head instantly shot up. “…Naja?”

                                  Riker stood. Mikkel was still taking care of Franz. Such a sweet man.

                                  What was a child doing in the castle…alone?

                                  And Riker…he…Oh Lord, is it his child? 

                                  The footsteps, sniffles, and cries got closer. Riker walked in that direction.

                                  The little child, a girl, as Eva had guessed, stepped out into the light.

                                  “Naja!”

                                  “DADDY!” she ran at him, and Rike picked her up and wrapped her in his embrace.

                                  “Naja…oh Naja…my sweet baby girl.” Riker whispered, now openly weeping as he held Naja close. She cried into his shoulder. “Daddy!”

                                  Riker held her tighter. “You’re okay. You’re safe…I’m here now.”

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