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@freedomwriter76 also yes! Poor Paxton lol. But the reason he did it isn’t very funny poor babe
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#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 thank u! I luv Arthur! Also AGH IF THEY FIND THEM WHAT ABOUT BABY WOLFGANG?!?! He’ll get in trouble too….
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@godlyfantasy12. I’m not gonna hate you at all…because Girl…I do too. XD
Because…well…you seeeeeee….
I’m kinda thinking about a redemption arc, even in my book, so the boys can be reconciled with at least one member of their family…
….and Dietrich may be redeemed.
TADAA!!! XD
And maybe they’ll find the club…maybe they won’t. I haven’t decided yet….
And yes, Paxton and Arthur are amazing!!! <3333
@freedomwriter76 GASP!!!!! GUUURRRLLLL
ok that would be so interesting!!!!
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#ProtectSebSo I have an idea.
for ur actual series. But it includes ur Wolfgang spoiler
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#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 btw u wanna RP with one of ur charries reacting to Arthur and Corvina
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@godlyfantasy12. OOH!!! I MUST hear it…but my computer is blocking me from the spoiler forum…so…I need to think of somewhere else for you to tell me…lol.
I have an idea. XD
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Leo
Leo jumped as soon as the door opened.
He turned around, fast, as everyone did the same and the story stopped.
A blonde haired boy and a raven haired girl walked inside.
“You didn’t have to hit so-“ the blonde looked up, “Oh. Well. I suppose we are late.” He smiled and waved, as the girl turned on him, eyes blazing.
“It’s quite alright. Welcome.” Winton said with a warm smile.
Leo tried to get his heartbeat to steady, which did work, and he took in and let out a deep breath.
Alright…it wasn’t his stepmother or his stepbrothers or his father…he and his brothers were safe.
@freedomwriter76 poor Leo! @elishavet-pidyon @koshka
Arthur
Corvina’s eyes displayed one clear message:
I’m going to murder you when this is over.
Arthur merely smiled, showing his dazzlingly white teeth as he continued in at the behest of the older man seated in the circle.
“Grab yourselves a seat,” the man smiled. “My name’s Winton, the school counselor. I was just telling everyone about a friend of mine.”
Corvina pursed her lips, bits of pink splattering her cheeks. Arthur moved first, headed towards the extra chairs and grabbing one for himself. Corvina followed, much less enthusiastically, her head held low.
Every step she took brought a chill into the room, and Arthur watched with a bit of a smirk as a few of the others in the room shivered at the sudden temperature drop.
He and Corvina placed their chairs side by side, Corvina sitting next to a fox-eared lad, and Arthur next to a young man who…must have recently been in an accident (Joshua). A few still stared, while others he could tell wanted to, but were trying to be polite.
Some kept their eyes diverted, as if afraid to look at Corvina.
Arthur snickered. He could understand why.
“Well! Don’t let us interrupt, so continue!” He grinned, turning and winking at Corvina, who fumed, crossing her arms and one leg, looking just as unhappy as the boy seated next to her.
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Almarrin
Her…father? Rhaich! Teeth came together and grey eyes flashed, but he finished the sling with an even gentler hand.
Then he found a Janitor’s closet nearby and cleaned up the tile. The lass on the other hand–she was still huddled against the wall, eyes round in her white face, shivering. He frowned and pulled his jacket from his backpack, draping it across her shoulders.
“You have a home to go to, where you’re safe?”
She hesitated a moment, then nodded.
“Is your father coming back?”
She shuddered. “He said so.”
“Don’t worry. You’re safe now. Can you walk?” He glanced over at the now clean tile. She had lost a lot of blood, but hopefully nothing to serious.
“I-I think so.”
“If you need help, just ask. I’m trained for first response.” He slung on his backpack and glanced down the hall. So maybe that was a little bit of a stretch, but field rescue and medicine was something he was training in. “Let’s get you to the nurse’s office, unless there’s somewhere else you’d rather go.” She shook her head.
They started off down the hall. Almarrin kept a hand at her good elbow to steady her whenever she wavered. He kept asking her questions and quietly keeping her focus whenever her eyes grew round again.
“My name’s Almarrin. I heard you calling for someone. Do you have anyone that you want to know what happened, or at least that you’re alright? Anyone who can come pick you up?”
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
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Hunter
“Hello. You two must be Hunter and Omega.” Eva told them.
“We sure are!” Omega practically bounded around the humans.
Hunter was still registering Ezra’s question. “What do we want to do? Well…I don’t really know…..We haven’t really been to many places yet. Do you know of anything fun around here?”
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@elishavet-pidyon What exactly is Reuven doing? Is there, like, a war going on right now? Because if there is, I just realized some of the things my characters do might connect to that.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
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Wow, Arthur is such a mess. XDand oh, it very much has an end.
Winton
Almost all the comfort in the air had disappeared the moment the raven haired girl stepped in. Her face was flaming in embarrassment and she was obviously with the friendly young man who’s stepped in before her, yet a form of darkness beyond her black hair and clothing imbued everything about her.
One of those cases. Winton took a deep breath.
“Grab yourselves a seat,” he nodded toward the extra chairs “My name’s Winton, the school counselor. I was just telling everyone about a… friend of mine.”
They quickly found chairs and settled in, but no speed of movement could alleviate the tension in the room.
“Well! Don’t let us interrupt, so continue!” the blond headed boy grinned, completely at ease. Perhaps he was even enjoying the situation.
Winton smiled and looked down at his notes. How in the world could he reestablish the familiarity that had just existed?
The story went on. Not very long or detailed, but clear enough. And hard enough for him to tell as it was.
He talked about the days that this boy had gotten home from school to find the house a mess, his mother a mess. He spoke of neglect and confusion and all the warring voices. And yes, the abuse. Then of the times the temptation to end it all had nearly been given into.
As he spoke, he engaged the kids. There were no questioning glances, but keen looks of understanding. Gradually he brought their attention away from each other and to the story. To this young boy he had known so well.
He paused when he saw they could see the tale for themselves. The worthlessness, the brokenness, the confusion. It wasn’t pretty.
“What do you think happened to this boy?”
Silence. A few uneasy shifts of weight and a muted cough. He closed his eyes and took another deep breath.
“This boy is sitting right in front of you. His name was just Winton, but now it’s Winton Aetheling. Child of the Most High King.” He leaned forward and looked them each in the eye in turn.
“Don’t be afraid of what’s behind you. That’s not what defines you. It’s how you finish that matters, not how you start. Now,” he held up a hand. “Does that mean you lock it up and throw away the key?”
Looks of confusion.
“What happens to an untreated infection?” A pause, then an “ewww.” From somewhere in the circle.
“Yeah. You have to clean it out. Addictions don’t break without first finding the root behind them, and that goes for more than substance addictions. You have to let the past, for some of us the present, heal.”
“All of us, I repeat, all of us were born with a specific purpose. There’s a good end to your story, waiting to be found.”
He leaned back into his chair and smiled slightly, opening his hands. “Any thoughts? Or should we talk over cupcakes?”
“Cupcakes!” Wolfgang hopped to his feet. Winton laughed.
“I thought so. To celebrate this first meeting, I got some mini cupcakes Wolfgang, could you help Liora get them from under that table?”
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Reúven is in…. (*Does some research and decides to just take CAP and the National Gaurd and Army Reserves and blend them*) the National Civil Patrol. This is a lot like actual military service, bu it is really just a program for giving youth a taste of the military and building worthy citizens. (includes wearing a uniform at times, training, and disaster response service.) Being in it doesn’t mean you have to join the real military, but it does prepare you to if you want to… Which Reúven wants to be a Chaplain.
So, as for the war, this is what I’m thinking. There is a war, but it’s so far away that most people don’t even think about it. Basically, the military is joined in combat in another country, but nobody would really feel like it’s a war, except those involved. Like Reúven, who is from the country the conflict is in. It’s just a conflict. (*Ignores Reúven’s death glare*)
Does that make sense? Does it fit with the academy world?
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
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