Captive Fusion

AN: Oh hey guys – I actually started this drabble a while ago when me and Be talked about possibly starting a Pokemon or Digimon RP to get back into our joint storytelling. We’re both working adults so finding the time to RP like we used to is hard but when we go – we go hard lmao xD Anyway we did toss an idea around a couple of years ago when the Digimon Tri movies were happening where we teased the thought of digidestined being recruited in the real world to keep the balance between the real world and the digital world. Those with the powers of the crests were the high-level digidestined while others were simply agents in the field. We developed some characters on each side and eventually the story got put on the backburner due to life and us working on others stories (like the Defenders RP). But I figured I would try my hand at writing about the characters I did create for the story.

One thing me and Be talked about doing is involving fusion digivolution in the story between humans and their partners; however, the process is highly dangerous and only used in extreme circumstances, typically with terrible effects happening to the human and their partner. I was heavily inspired by an episode in Digimon Frontier when Takuya returned to the real world but was fused into a Digimon for the entire episode. I was like – yep, one of my characters is going to be fused with his Digimon permanently. And I figured if that was the case, he would be kept basically as a prisoner by the organization to study and keep him from hurting others.

I don’t have much written on the fusion character but I did write some bios for other characters I plan to include, and one of them is Lane who will be featured in this drabble. You can check out the bios here: https://maeeverglow.wordpress.com/2018/01/13/digimon-oc-bios/. Hope you guys enjoy! Let’s see if we can get more drabbles out in the near future 🙂 Thanks for reading!

A symphony of blaring horns echoed through the cityscape, the night sky hovering above obscured by the towering skyscrapers and blinding neon lights. Many were used to the constant noise, it’s patrons keeping the city alive with each passing minute. But Lane…well, let’s just say it was deafening to spend each waking moment in such a landscape. But she dared not try to leave…after all, she was a Digidestined – she had a duty to uphold…

…Scratch that, she didn’t give a shit about duty, not anymore…not after everything she’d seen during her years as an agent in the field, working together with her team to ‘make a difference’ for both the real world and the digital world. What difference were they making? Because the balance was always off-set by something, they were constantly getting thrown into predicaments that nearly cost them everything. And let’s not forget those who suffered greatly at the hands of what being a ‘digidestined’ meant.

She stood poised upon the sidewalk outside the Lazarus building, her gray orbs focused as she stared at the very top of the skyscraper. Her hands were dipped into her hoodie pockets as she lingered there in the street, paying little mind to those grumbles of pedestrians all having to carry around her still form. She didn’t care what inconveniences she brought upon this world…all that mattered to her…was Bryce.

The assigned leader of their ragtag team, Bryce and his digimon Flamemon were a force to be reckoned with. They were strong, brave, compassionate – and most of all, kind. Bryce made the job as leader look easy, constantly lifting up his teammates and ensuring victory in their missions. What’s more – Bryce always took the time out of his growing schedule to look out for Lane – who was still new to the city life and living away from home. The two bonded with their studies and their training – and eventually their friendship turned to…well, something more.

However, everything changed the day the team nearly lost everything, their mission pitting them against an overpowered digimon with a thirst for destruction. In a desperate effort to end the fight, Bryce and Flamemon made a choice: they would perform a fusion digivolution to stop the enemy.

…It didn’t end well…

The team managed to stop the evil digimon thanks to reinforcements; however, when everyone finally found their leader…what they found was no longer Bryce or even Flamemon. The two had been fused into what looked like a perfect blend of the two, a beast man nearly broken on the ground desperate for help. Lane wanted to run to him and scoop him up in her arms; however, the men in suits saw that he was plucked from the scene with barely even a plea for assistance to his companions.

That was three years ago…Bryce remaining locked away in the Lazarus building, a prisoner to those who swore to protect the digidestined in their duties. When he wasn’t being poked and prodded to study his DNA, he was locked away in his penthouse far from prying eyes. All alone…two souls intertwined in one body…a whirling chaos unsure of what he even was anymore…

A familiar ruffling could be heard from the woman’s backpack as a pink fluff with wings popped out from her hiding place, the creature wrapping her arms around her partner’s neck as she followed that determined gaze with a sigh. “You sure you want to go in Lane? After your last visitation, I would have thought-,” Piximon began to say; however, she fell silent as her companion stepped forward towards the rotating doors. Nothing was going to stop her partner from getting what she wanted…even her better judgement. “I hope this time is better Lane. I’m here for you.”

“Thanks Pixi…” Lane whispered under her breath, filing into the building as two brawny men in suits stepped forward to greet her and escort her to the elevators. There were a few short greetings from the guards but other than that, the travel was silent – Piximon propping her chin upon her partner’s shoulder, her dark eyes keeping a watchful gaze on Lane as she moved with purpose once the elevator doors opened up to the familiar penthouse. The guards nodded and took their positions on each side of the elevator, allowing the woman to step into the linen white penthouse bathed in fluorescent lighting.

The penthouse was spacious and clean, a huge step up from her matchbox apartment barely able to accommodate her and her digimon. Everything seemed so slick and modern, yet also seemed barely lived in. A frown painted her lips at the sight before she shuffled towards the couch in the middle of the room, knowing exactly where she’d find him.

Sure enough, Lane leaned against the armrest of the couch, her eyes studying the snoozing beast sprawled out upon the resting place. His wild red hair and horns poked out from the cover of his comforter, his eyes closed off to the rest of the world. She could hear his even breaths, practically lulled into peace herself as she watched over him. How he managed to find any sort of peace after what had been done to him…she never knew.

Lane could feel the shuffling from her pack as Piximon climbed out of her confines, pulling the bag from her digidestined’s person to free her from its weight as she fluttered to the kitchen counter to post her guard. The girl didn’t argue. She was entranced by the very sight of the creature before her, her body trembling as memories flooded her mind – of his life before the fusion, the transformation…their meetings since then and how everything always seemed to go wrong. She didn’t want that to happen today. Today…she wanted to be with her love…

A gentle pressure along her wrist broke her from her thoughts, Lane peering down to see the red fluff of a tail wrapping tightly around her cuff. A hint of a knowing smirk pulled at the corner of her lip as she turned her gaze to meet the green orbs peering back at her. Bryce had begun pulling himself up from his cover, a fanged smile brightening the already blinding room as he took in the welcome sight of his love.

“Laney, you came?” Exhaustion and excitement mixed together like cement, the words sticking in his throat. Despite all that, he persevered – a clawed hand reaching out to close the distance between them. Lane grinned but made no effort to shorten the gap, a grumbling huff forming deep in the beast’s throat before his tail tightened its hold on her wrist, tugging her clear over the back of the couch and into his arms. The woman let out a yelp of surprise yet didn’t struggle as Bryce wrapped his arms tightly around her and held her close to his chest. “I missed you so much! They let you come see me?”

“Nah I just snuck in – like a cat,” Lane mumbled with the smallest hint of a gesture towards the entrance where the guards remained perched as living statues. “Surprisingly they let me in without a fight today. Probably tired of mopping themselves up from the floor after I get through with them.”

“Heh, that’s my firecracker,” Bryce hummed happily, pressing his love tight against him and relishing in her welcomed warmth. He could feel her even breaths through his shirt, sending shivers down his spine all the way to the tip of his tail. As she snuggled deeper into his hold, his wild instincts allowed a sound to form from his throat, resembling a purr. Only for a moment though…he caught himself quickly and tried to shake away that side of him…the side he felt trying to take control of him more and more with each passing day. Now was not the time, not when Lane was there and still willing to accept him as he was. “I’ve missed you…so much…after what happened last time, I-.”

A sudden halt, a growing silence. Lane’s gray eyes peeked up at the beast, emotions seeming to swirl behind her gaze that for most would be unreadable. Not for Bryce though…and it stung like a wasp against his skin to see the hurt and uncertainty gazing back at him. Memories rippled in his mind and it took all of his power to hold his own pain at bay, fearful he’d lose control of his humanity. Did he even truly have an ounce left? There were moments he felt the answer was no. Now though, he couldn’t allow it to be true. He was human…He was Bryce…he had to stay grounded. He had to…even as the other side of him…the digital monster side of him fought against him.

“…we don’t have to talk about that,” Lane muttered under her breath, her gaze still peeking up at him, yet he could tell she struggled to meet his own stare. She was a horrible liar…he dared not tell her that to her face. “I wanted to be here with you. I missed you so much. I needed to see you.”

There was something about that last sentence she said, the shift in tone. He could hear the struggle behind every uttered syllable. Ever since he first met Lane, he could tell that despite the persona she painted for the rest of the world, the unwavering, unbothered pillar was actually more fragile than she would ever admit. She was a bundle of anxiety and paranoia, threatening to break with every struggle that rippled against her. He knew since his…accident…he had feared things may have been getting worse for her…his gaze shifting a moment towards the bundle of pink fluff poised on his counter. Piximon’s gaze on him was even, almost threatening in nature. He knew better than to invoke her wrath for any reason, especially when it came to Lane’s sanity. He was certain she was the only true reason his love was still managing to cope each day without him there to keep that smile bubbling upon her lips from time to time.

He returned his gaze to his love, pressing her tighter against his body, his tail .instinctively wrapping around her almost protectively. He didn’t want to let her go…ever. “How’s the team doing?”

A jolt. A flinch. Lane’s own hold around the beast tightened, his breath catching in his throat in surprise as she dug deeper into his chest. “We’re not talking about that.”

“O-Ok Laney, whatever you say,” he got out, adjusting his hold to provide her as much comfort as he could, taking in her scent as he pressed his chin upon her pink, layered locks. He didn’t want to let her go. Never let her go. “…I’m sorry Laney.”

“Don’t be,” she whispered into his shirt. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

He didn’t believe that. He knew it wasn’t true. He did do something wrong…several things wrong. Choices were made many times before…and everything has consequences. Everything….had…consequences…and some things he could never take back…no matter how much pain it brought them…brought his team…brought Lane…brought Flamemon…

“Stop spiraling,” Lane’s voice broke through his thoughts as Bryce pulled himself back into reality, relishing in her warmth once again. “Be here with me. That’s all we need.”

He couldn’t help the toothy grin forming on his lips, his fangs poking into view as a chuckle escaped his throat. He pressed a kiss upon the top of her skull, lingering there as he breathed all of her in. Gods, how he missed this, how he missed her, how he wanted nothing more than to be with her forever. And for a long while, they would be together…yet no matter how long, it would always be not enough…never enough…something always got in the way of that…

“So the reports were correct, you did arrive Miss Parker,” a familiar voice barked from the other side of the couch, Bryce the first to peel his eyes open from the comforting rest to stare upon the tall figure dressed in a black dress and lab coat, cold eyes peering down at the pair behind her spectacles. “That’s enough visitation for tonight. It’s time to leave.”

Lane didn’t move a muscle from Bryce’s hold, even despite his own twitch from the snapping tone of Dr. Claire Vaughn, the lead researcher on Project Flamebeast…the lead researcher studying him. After a moment, the doctor rolled her eyes before gesturing for the guards to step away from their posts by the elevator, the men both exchanging a look as they abided her silent order and making their way towards the couch. Bryce’s gaze was dashing about the room, growing frantic with their approach. He could feel himself tightening his hold on Lane harder…losing control of his emotions. Wait, not now – not again. He had to stay calm. He had to-he couldn’t allow himself to lose control of himself. He had to stay calm…

“Miss Parker, I won’t say it again, it’s time to leave. We have tests to complete,” Dr. Vaughn growled as both guards positioned themselves alongside the front of the couch, one of them reaching for pull Lane from Bryce’s hold as the other reached for something along his belt. Bryce’s gaze snapped towards his reach, a residual jolt bubbling from a collar around his neck…a collar fit for a caged beast. “These men will ensure you are safely escorted home. It’s time, both of you.”

Lane could feel the pull upon her hoodie sleeve as the guard held onto her, trying to peel her from the beast’s hold. She grumbled and struggled against him, but only for a moment. For she could already feel the growing heat reverberating from Bryce’s figure…not again…

With a whimper, the girl was pulled from Bryce’s hold, his arms left lingering without his love safely against him, his tail curling up at the sudden loss. His expression twisted, pained and frustrated as his fangs were bared and his eyes narrowed upon Dr. Vaughn. There was bite to his tone as he prepared to speak; sparks crackling from his mouth and curling along his horns. The temperature began to grow within the apartment, the guards quick to stand between the girl and the doctor as they shoved Lane out of the way. Already Piximon was at her side, a pointed spear tight in hand as she leveled her gaze upon the scene.

“Give her back to me! She’s mine!” Bryce’s voice was dark, booming, shaking the walls with each syllable uttered. Temperatures boiled as the flames continued to dance about him, the beast coming out in full force. The guard that stole his treasured love from him stepped forward, a baton at the ready to attack. He was certainly no match for the beast though, his fire too great and his strength inhuman. The man’s suit began to burn as Bryce’s claws ripped through the fabric and into the man’s skin, throwing him clear across the room and colliding into the wall with a sickening thud. Smoke curled into the air above his body as the man struggled to catch his breath through the pain, the beast’s attention now poised onto Dr. Vaugh.

“Guard, detain him!” Dr. Vaughn shouted as she stepped back, her heels clattering beneath her as she aimed to get away from the destructive beast who now leaped down from the scorched couch and stalked in her direction. Piximon dashed forward, her spear twirling against her fingertips as she flew towards him.

“Magical tail!” She called out, the fiery beast yelping as the attack pierced into the cocoon of flames. It didn’t stop his advances though, Bryce nearly snatching her from the air before a jolt against his neck sent electricity through his body. A pained cry echoed through the room as he finally halted in place, the beast keeling over and falling to his knees. “We should all leave now…”

“Bryce!” Lane cried out, racing forward without a care for her own safety, the guard failing to reach out and pull her back. Piximon flew forward to pause her partner’s steps; however, the girl slapped away her hand, instead falling to her knees before her love her still hand flames engulfing his form. Tears streamed down her face, the temperatures boiling against her skin as she desperately reached towards the collar, trying to ease the pain of her love in any way she could. Flames danced against her skin and hoodie, pain shooting through her nerves as her breathing grew sharp through gritted teeth. Despite all that, she pressed forward, her fingers gripping onto the collar desperate to pull it off. Claws now stabbed into her shoulders, Bryce’s eyes glowing wild and monstrous. There was no stifling Lane’s cries of pain, Piximon trying to pull her back from the beast’s grip but to no avail. Dr. Vaughn’s shouts were muffled through the pain and chaos, nothing mattered at that moment. Only Bryce’s pain…and now hers.

Suddenly clarity began to peel back into Bryce’s gaze, his humanity pulled by Lane’s pain-stricken voice. The flames dissipated from his body, tears cascading down his cheeks as he pulled his claws from his love’s shoulders. He saw the blood stained against his fingers, the wounds now red beneath her tattered hoodie. No – not again. He hurt her again. HE LOST CONTROL AGAIN!

“L-Laney!” Bryce stuttered, flinching in his spot upon the floor. He couldn’t even bear to advance, the guard now holding him down as Dr. Vaughn and Piximon raced to tend to the girl. “P-Please help her – Please help Laney!”

“Elaine will be fine, you need to calm yourself now. Guards, restrain him and prepare him for testing. We haven’t a moment to lose!” Dr. Vaughn snapped in retort as she gathered up the bleeding girl, Lane’s gaze meeting Bryce for a moment as she was carted away towards the elevator. There was something behind those eyes of hers…fear, pain…guilt…no, don’t look at him that way. He didn’t mean it…he didn’t mean to lose control. Please, Lane – please come back, please don’t go – not again!

“Lane, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I’m so sorry! I lov-!” The door had long since shut to the elevator, Lane’s body quivering in the hold of her digimon as she weeped. Once again…everything ended up going wrong…all because of their lives as digidestined. Why did this happen to them? Why couldn’t they be happy? Would they ever be able to have time together that didn’t end in tragedy…? She feared what might happen next time…if there would ever be a next time. The bleeding wounds and scorched burns made her question what fate had in store for them…

*~End~*

An Autumn Festival

AN: Hi all – so I know I originally talked about a festival story for Halloween…but as you can see, it’s no longer October haha. I still have the original story in drafts and may jazz it up a bit for later (or even save it for a post for next year – we’ll see). But for now, let’s shift gears for a more solely autumn-themed festival because I miss going to autumn festivals and I love autumn in general – it’s my favorite time of the year ❤ 

This story is held in the Pokémon world – and I’m going to tell you right now…we decided to have these characters in the Pokémon Sword and Shield era…and I know very little about the locations, Pokémon there, etc. I’ve played like…the first town and got a jersey in the game and that’s it (remember lot, I’m busy and haven’t been able to play much video games either lol). So don’t expect specifics and all, I’m mainly just going to focus on the characters of mine as well as Be’s. I realize Rhys hasn’t been on paper yet interacting with Aileen at all and I have a feeling she may not be as blindly trusting as Lucy is haha. Be recently mentioned she wanted a festival setting drabble and so there we go 🙂 hope you guys enjoy!

The sun had already begun its descent across the autumn sky, shades of oranges, reds, and yellows painting the landscape of the small hillside town. Rhys shuffled along the cobblestone pathway towards the central hub, his eyes scanning along the makeshift booths bordering the road where neighbors chatted with customers and sold their homemade wares. His Zoroark, Arken, trailed close behind him, his usual caution seemingly thrown to the wind as his attention followed every tantalizing scent that wafted in their direction, likely from the fresh baked pies and apple tarts. Rhys made a mental note he’d need to purchase some delectable treats for his Pokémon; however, first he had to meet with a certain happy-go-lucky trainer who had demanded his presence to venture through the festival grounds together.

And who was he to say no to Lucy – the woman who had rescued him from probably his lowest point and stood by his side through his recovery. The woman who for some reason seemed to enjoy his company enough to let him live under her roof, eat her food…kiss him on the lips and snuggle up to him every evening…

Rhys could feel his cheeks burn as he burrowed himself further in his jacket, desperate to avoid the gazes that he could have sworn had settled in his direction as he scurried past neighbors browsing the booths. He pushed down the lingering thoughts that every single person around him could possibly be a spy, sent to fetch him for his betrayal to the organization. After all, Lucy had spent countless nights with him, holding tightly to his hands as she reassured him that not everyone was out to get him. He was safe. She wouldn’t let anything happen to him – a promise that left his heart racing as the words echoed in his mind.

The organization didn’t know he was there. He was safe. He was protected. And though he had trouble admitting it aloud…he was happy, probably the happiest he’d been in a long time. And it was all due to the woman who helped him feel free again…

“Reeses Pieces!”

Speak of the devil…a familiar voice pulled Rhys from his swirling thoughts, his gaze lifting up to stare upon the grinning form of Lucy, her bundled up figure hopping about like a Scorbunny desperate to gain his attention. She was surrounded by some of her Pokémon, her Arcanine Argus, her Eevee Evelyn, and her Furfrou Fjord charming some of the neighborhood kids to pet them and shower them with praises. Part of Rhys wanted to dash forward, scoop the woman into his good arm, hold her tightly to his chest and never let go. However, his own personal stubbornness, or was it fear, won in the end at the notice of the other figures nearby…including a certain proprietor who seemed to scowl in his direction. Of course Aileen would be there…

“You finally made it!” Lucy cheered as she skipped forward to intercept Rhys, her gloved hands reaching forward without a care and seizing his good hand in a warm embrace. Nothing ever seemed to deter this woman from doing as she pleased, her companion’s cheeks burning red as he shrunk under the curious gazes of passerbys. All the while Lucy continued to bounce on her toes, bubbling with excitement for what awaited them that evening.  “I can’t wait to explore with you guys! It’s my first festival! And I get to spend it with my favorite people ever!”

Rhys seemed to jolt at such an innocent response, filled with cheer. There was so much to unpack from those words, the first being the notion that this was indeed her first festival. He knew it was more than just her never venturing to a festival before…no, her father likely never allowed her to attend them in the past. Festivals were common in these parts, the community banding together to celebrate in whatever way they could. Surely, they had similar festivities in Kalos where Lucy originally lived…however, he supposed those types of festivities never fit into the plans her father set out for his daughter.

Lucy had shared a tale or two about her father, one of the wealthiest men in the country. He wasn’t mean, at least from what Lucy would provide in her porch meetings with Rhys on nights she felt particularly open to chat about what she’d run away from. He was, however, controlling and strict. He had clear expectations that his daughter would carry on in the family business – and wasn’t a fan of her fascination with her Pokémon or in hair design, clothing design, any design really where she could explore her creativity to the fullest. He really wasn’t happy to hear her traveling to another country alone with her Pokémon. Rhys would wonder often if he knew his daughter was staying with a complete stranger in a small hillside town away from prying eyes. Hell, did he know about his daughter now dating, and living with, some hooligan rehabilitating from his life of crime of stealing Pokémon for experiments? Doubt that little tidbit came up in zoom calls.

And then there was the other factor that seemed to loom over Rhys more than anything else that evening. Her favorite people ever meant Lucy had invited Aileen along as well, her friend stepping to their side with a narrowed glare upon the former criminal. It was easy to see the distrust radiating from her being, even as the usual grin returned to her lips as soon as Lucy’s gaze returned in her direction.

“Well, I’m glad we can introduce you to the joy of galas during our Autumn Festival, Luce,” Aileen hummed, her Sylveon Sylvie leading the charge of Pokémon as they flocked to their trainers’ sides once more. “But before we can explore, didn’t you say you wanted to enter your pups into the agility tournament?”

Lucy’s eyes went wide as saucers as she gasped and pulled away from Rhys, the man inwardly mourning the loss of warmth as she spun around in a frenzy. “Oh, I nearly forgot! Oh shoot, I have to sign them up soon, don’t I? Argus and Fjord are so excited for the competition, I can’t let them down!”

“Calm down Luce, the booth is over towards Cherry Street, you can run over with your Pokémon and sign them up now,” Aileen reassured her as she placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder, halting her from her excessive motions. “We’ve got plenty of time to check out the festival, no need to panic.”

The other woman’s soothing tone seemed to lull Lucy into a state of serene bliss, allowing a deep sigh to escape her lips while she ceased her erratic gestures. “Y-You’re right. I’ll go do that now,” Lucy hummed as she waved her Pokémon to follow her, the trainer turning heel to head off towards her destination.

“We can come along too, Luce,” Aileen began to interject; however, a hand from over Lucy’s shoulder waved off the notion.

“No, you two enjoy some booths, I’ll be back in a jiff,” Lucy’s voice called from her venture. “No need to drag you both from the fun – we can explore together once I get back! No worries at all! Take care of him, Ailey!”

Rhys wanted to pipe up at this, conflicted by Lucy’s separation as she raced off to take care of her Pokémon’s wishes. However, the thought of burdening her any further held him in his spot, Arken’s form a welcome presence as he loomed over his trainer, likely eyeing Aileen cautiously as she once more turned her gaze onto the former criminal.

“Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of him,” Aileen hummed with a roll of her eyes before she stepped towards some booths, Sylvie skipping alongside her with a squeal of delight. When Rhys didn’t follow after, the woman glanced over her shoulder with a frown lining her features. “Oi, Freeloader. Come along, then.”

The voices in his mind begged him to turn back, to dart home where he could safely hide away from that judgmental gaze and the slanted stares of those he passed along the way. However, even as his body twitched for escape, Lucy’s image appeared in his mind, a sunny grin grown dark as she returned to find him no longer there. Would she really be that disappointed if he bailed? Would she even care at all? Part of him thought it was just wishful thinking…but then he remembered each day she returned home from working with Aileen, a smile on her face as soon as her eyes fell upon him. If anyone cared about him…it was Lucy…he couldn’t let her down…

Silently he fell in line with Aileen, his good hand shoved in his pocket as he followed along after her, Arken once more close at his heels. The woman’s frown deepened for a moment before her demeanor washed away into a joyful grin, the woman launching into small talk with those manning the booths they passed. Baked goods, woven blankets and scarfs, painted glass, and crafted jewelry were in abundance wherever they went. Aileen easily fit in with the conversations with her neighbors, often lulling into topics of work with her Pokémon rehabilitation services, as well as helping care of the pair who’d taken up residence on her property. When Rhys was brought up, the neighbor’s eyes glancing expectantly at him to join in, he’d freeze up and struggle with the words that caught in his throat. Yet then Aileen would swoop in and speak for him, bringing the attention back on her as she maneuvered the conversation with ease. Once they said their goodbyes and she began towards another booth, she’d shoot him a narrowed glance before entering her next exchange.

It felt like ages since Lucy had vanished from his side, Rhys struggling to keep himself sane as he continued to follow Aileen. He hadn’t felt this uncomfortable since the day he’d finally stood up to the organization, refusing to let his Pokémon be taken from him for their research. Those vengeful glares haunted his memory, looming over him as the phantom touch of their attack lingered on his skin. His arm held in its cast burned, remembering what it felt like to be split at the bone and leaving the man thriving in pain on the ground. Only when Arken escaped his PokéBall and rushed him to some form of safety did he actually believe that maybe he’d make it out that night alive, instead of a corpse with his Pokémon stripped from his hands.

That was the night he stumbled in the rain, seeking out the one hole he felt could provide him shelter and safety from those that chased him. Soaked to the bone and holding the PokéBalls close to his chest for warmth, he found his way to that familiar doorstep he’d approached only once before – yet never dared to enter through its archway. Yet there he was, nearly collapsed on the mat as Lucy threw the door open and beckoned him in with a warm embrace. A safe embrace that even now grows stronger with each passing day.

“What’s with the goofy grin, Freeloader?” Aileen’s voice broke him from his memories as his dark grey eyes settled in on her frame, the woman paused in her venture to stare upon him with a questioning glare. Her brow was raised, confusion melting into her expression as a hand pressed upon her hip, awaiting a response. “What? Meowth got your tongue? Lord knows I’ve heard you spin a tale or two in days past.”

“Not sure what you want me to say,” Rhys remarked, shaking away whatever expression he dared to muster while he was lost in thought. He needed to be more careful. He couldn’t let himself get distracted so much, especially out in the open like that. Aileen’s expression grew more frustrated with his response, clearly not pleased with such a cowardly answer to her question. But Rhys wouldn’t falter here, he wasn’t trying to cause trouble…not anymore, at least…

“I want you to actually talk to me,” Aileen muttered, ignoring Sylvie’s chirps at her feet, the curious creature following the exchange with interest. “You haven’t said a word all night, Freeloader-.”

His eye twitched at the unfavorable nickname. “Rhys,” he retorted with a frown to match her own, his eyes raised up to lock with hers. Aileen didn’t falter at this sudden motion, keeping her gaze steady as she awaited what he’d do next. “My name is Rhys. Not Freeloader.”

“I’m aware,” Aileen replied simply with a shrug of her shoulders, unbothered with the tone the man presented in his frustration. “But as you are currently living in my home rent-free and providing more mouths to feed, you are a freeloader. Causing more trouble for me than ever before, and won’t even utter a word to me in passing. Gotta say, seems a bit like you’re ungrateful.”

“That’s not-!” Rhys began to say, yet he grew silent as he quivered in place. He didn’t like the attention. He didn’t like what she was accusing him of. He didn’t like-He didn’t like being considered a problem. He was trying to not be one. He truly was. “What is it that you want from me then?”

Aileen’s brow raised higher at the address, the woman’s fingers absently brushing along some of the knitted accessories on a nearby table as she ruminated his question. Her eyes turned to look upon the wares for a moment before she returned it full force on the figure across from her. “I want you to be honest with me for a moment,” she said quietly.

“I am honest with you,” he muttered under his breath, the woman seeming to roll her eyes at his response before continuing.

“Rhys, I’m not a fool. I’ve been watching you ever since you showed up that night,” Aileen hummed knowingly. “Lucy’s a bundle of excitement; I don’t need to tell you that. She’s got all the joy and love in the world, kinder than anyone else I’ve ever met in my life…”

A pause. Rhys flinched, seeming to know what was coming next.

“It’s my duty here to be the voice of reason,” she continued. “Freeloader, I see the way you brighten up like the sun in Lucy’s presence. It’s leagues more emotion than I ever saw from you when you were…with those people. But I need you to be honest with me now. What’s your play here? If you’re truly trying to change, to do better – I’m all for it. But if you lie to me here and then hurt that girl, my friend, I’ll make you regret it. So Rhys, what’s your answer?”

An uncomfortable silence befell the two as they were locked in their stares, ignoring the passerbys that shuffled passed them enjoying the festival without knowledge of the dramatic telling happening right there in the square. Arken had stepped to his trainer’s side, the fur along his spine pricked from the stress and anxiety of the situation. Even Sylvie who was usually such a carefree soul sat with a worried stare upon the man, unsure of what would happen next.

Rhys knew this would come up eventually…knew that he would have to answer such a question and be honest with his intentions. To be fair, in the early days, he struggled with what he thought was the truth. Lucy would hear him defend the actions of the organization, a place that until recently had been the closest thing to a home he’d ever had…and she’d voice her concerns regarding the work they did, the way they treated their teammates and Pokémon…how they treated him, leaving him close to the brink of death, as Lucy put it simply. Lucy would show him what companionship truly was, show him what life could truly be like if he were free from all that. Even despite her own past struggles with her family, Lucy persevered and aimed to live a life she wished for. And she assured him that he could live one like that as well.

There were still things that Rhys was unsure about. But when it came to Lucy, to Arken, to all his Pokémon…there was only one right answer here.

“There’s no play,” he said. “I needed help and Lucy was there to save me…I owe her my life.” Rhys then gestured towards Aileen. “I owe you both really…you’re supplying us both a safe place to stay and I’m grateful for everything you both have done for me and my Pokémon. I swear – I don’t ever want to hurt Lucy ever. I’ll do everything in my power to ensure that never happens. I’ll try anyway…I’m still human after all, but intentionally I will never bring her harm in any way. I swear it.”

Aileen eyed the man for a moment, her fingers aimlessly brushing along the material of the knitted accessories while he stuttered with his declaration, breaking eye contact to turn towards the merchant manning the booth. A swift exchange of payment was made before the woman turned heel and lifted a dark wool scarf around Rhys’ neck, his words fading as she secured it warmly in place. His cheeks lightly burned red at the close contact, unsure of what was going on.

“Good to know, Freeloader,” Aileen hummed aloud, lightly patting his shoulders with a knowing grin before she stepped back into place. “Sorry – Rhys. Good to know where you stand, Rhys.”

“W-What’s this?” He babbled, clearly struggling under her attention.

“I’ve noticed for a while how cautious you are, constantly cowering in on yourself and trying to hide your face,” Aileen answered simply. “You’re scared of someone noticing you, knowing who you are, who you were in the past. The scarf should help you through the cold; give you a little bit of shelter from the passing stares.”

Rhys’ gray eyes widened at her explanation. “Y-You got me this? As a shield?”

“A gift,” Aileen corrected with a roll of her eye. “Despite what you think of me, I honestly just want to help you. Think of this as a little bit of a peace offering…from one friend to another.”

“F-Friend?” Rhys repeated, his lips quivering as he buried his face into the fabric, desperate to hide his face as it burned red. This was something unexpected, something he wasn’t sure how to handle at all. It was hard enough admitting any sort of feeling to Lucy and she was someone whom he trusted with his life. Now he had Aileen, whom he was certain despised him to a fault, calling him a friend and giving him something that could affect him so personally. This was too much to handle in one day. Hell, this was too much for him to handle period.

A presence saddled up to his side, Arken nudging his trainer as he sported a toothy grin. Rhys warmed at the sight, struggling to grin himself as he peeked out from his new shield. The beast huffed and nuzzled his trainer, the man unable to hold back the laughter bubbling up in his throat. Of course, his best friend would be the one to break the panic and help him stabilize. He was lucky to have Arken…to have all his Pokémon…and to have Lucy and Aileen and their Pokémon as well…

“T-Thank you Aileen,” he whispered aloud as he lifted his gaze once more to level with her own, the woman’s warm smile a welcome sight from the supposed glares from the past. Perhaps she truly was just worried about him, looking out for him. He’d have to get to know her better…to let her know him better as well…after all, they were friends… “I really appreciate it-.”

Rhys’ body tensed up as a solid force rushed into his back, nearly toppling him over as he stumbled forward. His eyes filled with panic as they darted around the square, fears of being found climbing up inside his mind. However, Aileen’s smile never faltered and even Arken didn’t seem to be alarmed. Struggling to catch his breath, Rhys lowered his stare to lay upon the two familiar arms now wrapped around him from behind, tight and secure as he felt the presence snuggle up into his back.

“Luce, I think you almost gave your boy a heart attack,” Aileen snickered knowingly as the newcomer maneuvered herself around Rhys while still embracing him, Lucy grinning up at him with a smile as bright as the sun.

“Sorry – I was just so excited to see you again,” Lucy hummed happily, nestling close to her companion as Rhys’ cheeks burned once more. “You lot miss me?”

It was faint but Lucy and Aileen both craned to hear the muffled reply behind his scarf shield. “-Always.” Both women warmed at his words, exchanging a glance to one-another before Lucy then allowed Rhys some space, effortlessly weaving her hand in his and intertwining their fingers together.

“That scarf looks good on you, Rhys,” Lucy noted.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Aileen agreed with a knowing smirk. “A little gift from me – from a friend to a friend.”

Lucy brightened at Aileen’s response, her focus switching between both her friends as she inwardly cheered. Finally – some progress! She was so proud of both of them.

“Friends – that suits you both,” Lucy mused as she then stepped forward, gently guiding Rhys along as she walked. Aileen followed close behind, alongside all the Pokémon in tow. “We’ve got some time to kill before the event, let’s explore! I want to get you both gifts too!”

Rhys felt his inward struggle boil over – another gift from Lucy would surely send him over the deep end. Yet he couldn’t hide the smile brimming on his lips as he relished in the warmth of her hand, the loving look in her eyes as she glanced his way. He couldn’t hide the comfort he found in Aileen bumping shoulders with him, a sudden jolt to let him know she was there and she would be there through whatever came their way. And then there were the Pokémon, ready to protect them at a moment’s notice.

Damn…he really was lucky wasn’t he…

“I-I want to buy you gifts as well,” he managed to say through his scarf. “To commemorate your first festival.”

“And our first festival together?” Aileen added with a wink, Lucy’s smile growing brighter as she settled in closer to her companions, relishing in their presence.

“It’s already one of the best days of my life,” Lucy remarked happily as they continued forward. “A day I’ll never forget.”

*~End~*

Spiteful and Baneful, Yet Trusting to a Fault

AN: Hi everyone, I know it’s been a hot minute between posts. Life has been getting crazier and crazier but I do have creativity ready to be shared and I’m going to find some time to get some writing done. I definitely wanted to do a post on something spooky-related for Halloween to share with Be since she’s been having a rough go of it and I wanted to do something special for her. 

I may do a few (again, if I find enough time between the hecticness) so stay tuned. I also may try to do a quick review of my recent trip to Halloween Horror Nights and of the houses themselves – as well as chat more about my trips I’ve braved during the pandemic to share my experiences and tips for those who want to explore but also worry about the pandemic itself. Keyword there is try – Again, let’s see what life throws at me haha. 

Ok, for this drabble, let’s chat about the topic. Omg I saw the announcement for the Hisuian Zorua and Zoroark and I lost it. I’m in love with them and want to give these beasts loving homes. They deserve it! You can check out the mysterious footage here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEb9gbJUUeA.

Now mind you – I don’t know much about this game besides it being years in the past in the Sinnoh region. So I’m going to be as vague about things as possible because I have no idea what to expect lol. But I immediately got inspired to write this drabble after seeing the bio for each Pokemon and the mysterious footage. I’m trying to type up another story – more festival related than spooky – and I’m going to aim to have that one out tomorrow (no promises – this girl is so busy let me tell you lmao). Anyways, here we go! Hope you guys enjoy!

Radiant twilight brought a sparkling glow across the fresh blanket of snow that enveloped the decrepit remains of the abandoned shrine. A misty fog wove around the splintered archway at the top of the stone staircase, a ghostly inkling forming in the pit of Sara’s stomach as she tiptoed after the gang of boys that had cornered her that evening, coercing her into joining them in their evening escapades. 

Despite her discomfort and fear plaguing her mind, there was no escaping this lot to find shelter within the village far away from the blistering cold that surrounded them – after all, she was a young orphan who had no place set aside for her to seek shelter in and nothing to her name. She was left at the mercy of these troublemakers, her petite figure shivering as another curve of wind brushed through their posse, the bitter chill leaving goosebumps along her barely covered frame. Oh, how she wished to be curled up somewhere out of the wind, maybe next to a fire or wrapped tight in a blanket. Not out here in the cold, at the mercy of these boys who’d spent day after day ridiculing and bruising the girl for things she had no control over. It wasn’t her fault she had no family, it wasn’t her fault she wasn’t wanted…was it? 

“Oi, come on Stray! Hurry it up!” The leader of the group, one of the boys from a wealthier family in the village named Shino, called from his place at the front of the huddle, a wicked grin on his lips as he turned to stare upon the ragged girl they’d decided as their personal plaything. “You’re the guest of honor this evening, after all!” 

Sara glowered at his response, her arms wrapped around her slender frame in an effort to bring warmth in this unbearable cold. It wasn’t working. “W-What do you mean?”

Two of the other boys, a pair of twins named Hiroto and Hiroshi, stepped into Sara’s path, looming over her as they wiggled their fingers menacingly. “They say the shrine atop this mountain is haunted by a lingering curse,” said Hiroto. 

“A woman was shunned by the village for the bad omens she brought upon her home and her people,” added Hiroshi. 

“She fled to the shrine and her curse was unleashed, built from her bane and spite for those that shunned her,” Hiroto sneered as he reached forward and snatched Sara’s wrist, pulling her along up the steps without a care. “And anyone who enters the shrine will be claimed by the curse forever.” 

The last boy, a hardworking yet quiet and unsure lad by the name of Daisuke, cut a glare in the twin’s direction. “Stop it, you’re scaring her.” 

Hiroto refused to release the girl’s wrist as Hiroshi and Shino both eyed the boy with a frown of their own. “That’s the point,” Shino scoffed with a roll of his eyes, the boy then taking his stand at the platform where the archway awaited them. 

With a wave of his hand, Hiroto yanked Sara up and shoved her forward towards the archway, all four boys standing at attention with mixed expressions. Hiroto and Shino seemed cocky, while the fear was starting to get to the better of poor Hiroshi as he cowered behind his twin. Daisuke, on the other hand, was the only one who seemed remotely sympathetic for the bullied girl. Yet it was clear he wasn’t going to speak up more against someone who’s from such a prominent family, a slander upon his family’s name sure to taint the sale of their crops should they deem it. 

Sara stood there shivering, her eyes as wide as saucers as she rubbed at her bruised wrist, seeking out any form of sympathy these boys could muster. She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want to disturb this place that had such a past. She just wanted to be somewhere safe, somewhere warm, somewhere she felt she belonged. Instead, she found herself stood in the frozen cold, the threat of frostbite imminent. The stares from the boys as cold as the ice crunching below her steps, even Daisuke’s hesitance didn’t offer any sort of warmth. It was all cold. All frozen. It was almost as if death were biting at her nails, ready to gobble her up. 

“W-What do you expect me to do?” Sara stuttered through quivering lips and chattering teeth. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” Shino sneered with a huff as he waved his hand towards the husk of the once sacred building that was long-since abandoned. “Heh, guess we shouldn’t be too surprised you’re dim.” 

Hiroshi snickered alongside the leader, “You’re going to go in there and face the curse yourself.” 

Sara’s face contorted in horror. “W-What?!” 

“You’ll be our little sacrifice,” Shino added as Daisuke looked over to him in horror that matched Sara’s expression. “Either the curse is unfounded or it claims you, a mere fatherless stray, in its wake. It’s a win-win for the village in whatever happens.” 

“P-Please no, I don’t want to go in there!” Sara cried out, the tears cascading down her cheeks threatening to freeze against her skin. “I-I want to go home!” 

“You don’t have a home, you just weasel your way into whatever crevice you can, with little regard for the villagers who are left to deal with your unwanted presence.” 

“Shino-,” Daisuke growled under his breath, yet fell silent as a glare was cut in his direction. 

The leader then marched forward, without any sort of remorse, threw his hands up onto Sara’s shoulders, and harshly shoved her backwards. Her feet stumbled beneath her as she squeaked out a painful cry, her body falling through the archway and colliding with the ice. From the sheer force of the attack, Sara found herself sliding backwards, closer and closer to the horrid remains of the shrine. 

No. She had to escape. She had to run. She had to…

“Well Stray, it’s been a true tragedy knowing you,” Shino cackled as he waved to the fallen girl, Hiroshi and Hiroto falling in line beside him to watch the scene unfold. Only Daisuke stayed in his spot, fists bawled at his side, the boy clearly conflicted with what was going on. “But hey – look on the bright side! Maybe the lady’s ghost will adopt you and you can finally have a home…in a grave!” 

“Shino, that’s en-!” Daisuke began to shout as he stepped forward; however, his words fell silent in his throat as all four boys turned their gaze towards a sudden snap from the shrine, the sound loud enough to echo above the howling wind and the weeping girl’s cries for help. The twins were quick to leap backwards onto the steps again, ready to bolt at the first signal of danger. Only Shino and Daisuke now stood at the ready, eyeing down a blur of something large looming in the shadows of the ruins. “W-What is that?” 

The leader frowned in an effort to hide his discomfort, gesturing towards the shrine with a huff. “H-Heh, your senses are playing games with you lot,” Shino voiced with a wave of his hand. “There’s nothing there. It’s all just a ghost story. There’s no curse and there’s nothing haunting this shr-.” 

A deafening roar thundered throughout the grounds as the looming shadow shot out from the shrine, a swirling black mass growing larger and larger as it approached the archway. The twins’ screams were shrill as the sound of them darting off down the steps reached Daisuke and Shino’s ears. The mass grew closer and closer, the two boys quickly making out the slits of two narrowed eyes and a toothy grin that sent shivers down their spines. Whatever it was…it was bad news. 

“It’s the curse!” Shino cried out before turning heel and scampering down the steps as well, Daisuke beginning to turn as well to flee in fear. “Take the Stray! Leave us be! Let’s get out of here!” 

Daisuke paused at the mention of Sara, his eyes wide as he glanced over his shoulder at the trembling form still collapsed in the snow. He couldn’t just leave her here. She didn’t deserve any of this. She didn’t-. 

Another deafening roar rocked the earth beneath his feet and his own cowardly nature got the better of him, the boy whispering a teary apology before he followed suit behind the other boys, completely out of sight from the archway. 

Sara’s entire body quaked with each passing cry from whatever this mass was, her screams locked in her throat as she began to scurry on her hands and knees towards wherever she could hide. Her aching limbs struggled with each passing movement but she didn’t dare allow herself to stop, her stumbles forcing her into the ruins where she desperately searched for a hiding place. Behind her shuffling steps, she could hear the approach of her pursuer, whatever it was gaining fast. No – this couldn’t be the end. She didn’t want to die. She wanted to live…and feel wanted…

Her legs finally gave out on her as she collapsed into one of the walls, her trembling form crumbling to the floor as her tears streamed down her face. “P-Please don’t hurt me! P-Please, I didn’t want to disturb your rest! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry, please don’t hurt me!” 

The shadowy mass lingered across from her, its wicked face contorted as it shrieked once more at the intruder. One inch closer. And then another. Sara was sure this was to be her end. 

Suddenly, a small coo rose up from somewhere to her right, Sara’s eyes wide as they turned to the new noise in shock. A tiny form peeked out from a hole in the wall, its fur white as the snow blanketing the shrine, save for the red and purplish tips of his limbs that seemed to sway with the chilled air. Its yellow eyes stared upon the girl for a moment, its fox-like head tilting with curiosity at this newcomer that had invaded its home. Another chirp echoed from its throat as it tiptoed from its hiding spot towards her. 

“W-What?” Sara croaked with a raised brow as she stared upon the creature, clearly some sort of Pokemon that seemed far too adorable to possibly be a monster like what lingered in the doorway. “W-Who are you?” 

The fox Pokemon chirped again before bounding over to the girl, its nose sniffing at her feet with interest. Closer. Closer. Its tiny paws left prints in the dust as it maneuvered around her fallen figure, soon drawing near her hand that rested upon the splintered floorboards. Closer. Closer. 

Sara yipped in surprise as the creature’s tiny tongue licked at a cut on the skin of her knuckles, the girl pressing herself further into the wall as she pressed her hands to her chest and trembled. Yet this didn’t seem to deter the creature at all from its interest, the Pokemon gently beginning to climb into the girl’s lap. The creature didn’t seem to mind the girl’s shakes or her fearful gaze, instead gently nuzzling into her chest with a soft coo of support. 

Sara felt her heart skip a beat at the fur pressing into her tattered dress, the touch oddly a mixture of warmth and cold. It was a strange feeling. But not unwelcome. Sara had nearly forgotten about the dark mass, had it not suddenly roar once more before charging into the room. 

“P-Please!” Sara cried out as the dark mass now loomed completely over her, its shadows melting away to reveal a towering fox and humanoid-like creature, its white fur tainted with that same red coloring as its mane flowed about its figure with the air. Its narrowed eyes were locked onto the shivering girl, its fangs bared as it raised its claws up to strike. “N-No!” 

The fox Pokemon chirped in protest as it turned to look upon the monster, its coos slurring into a language Sara couldn’t even begin to comprehend. It sounded…chiding, as if the fox were scolding a child. Daring to lift her gaze, Sara stared upon her pursuer and held her breath as the beast allowed its claws to drop to its side. The monster reached down and scooped up the tiny fox, its body jolting backwards to stand poised in the doorway with fangs bared once more, its head twisting to motion towards the door with a huff. 

Sara…didn’t understand. Was it-was this creature telling her to leave? But what about the curse? What about the-?

But wait, was the curse not real at all? Was what everyone was so afraid of…was it not the ghostly cursed woman but instead this Pokemon? Granted, the beast was terrifying and seemed ready to attack – and may have even completed its task if not for the small fox…but was it a curse? It did seem haunting, but…but it was willing to let her go? All thanks to the tiny creature. 

“I-I can go?” Sara whispered aloud to the beast, the creature growling at her words but seeming to nod at the question. Her eyes were wide as she struggled to climb to her feet, the possibility of frostbite clear with the sting from her toes as she began to step across the floorboards. The small fox chirped from the larger creature’s hold, its curious stare never leaving the girl as she came closer and closer. The monster kept its stance strong in its place, its growl growing louder as she neared. But this didn’t deter Sara as she came to stand before the creature, the girl then lowering her body in a bow. The beast stuttered at the action, unsure of what to do. “I’m sorry that we invaded your home and called it cursed. I know having a home is so important and no one should ever threaten it. I thank you for not hurting me and allowing me to leave. I’m forever in your debt.”

The two creatures each exchanged a glance at one-another before turning their gaze completely on Sara again, unsure of how to respond. This girl wasn’t threatening them in the least. In fact, she was terrifying and yet…offered them kind words. This was something they’d never experienced before from the humans that dared to cross their lands. Yet here was this tiny child in tattered clothes and bruises and cuts all along her skin, offering kindness and apologies for crossing into their home. 

“T-Thank you. I owe you my-,” Sara’s voice slurred as her body suddenly began to crumble to the ground, both creatures chirping in surprise before the fox leapt from the larger beast’s hold and nuzzled into the fallen girl’s arms. It cooed and cried, begging for support as it found the poor girl shivering and unconscious, likely losing strength from the bitter cold she faced beyond their walls. The larger creature hovered in its place for a moment, unsure of what to do. Humans were not to be trusted. No one was to be trusted. It had been betrayed before and this human would be no different. She would hurt them. She would hurt Zorua and then itself. She would-. 

Another chirp interrupted its thoughts as it glanced down at the pleading fox, its yellow eyes wide and watery as it begged for help. That was it – there would be no turning back now. 

The larger creature, a Zoroark, grumbled in its throat before reaching its claws down and scooping up the slender frame into its arms along with the Zorua. Its clawed feet scratched at the floorboards as it stepped into the most closed off part of the shrine’s ruins, completely free from the howling winds outside. There, the creature scurried over to a nest made of tattered blankets, leaves, and other sources from nature it had gathered in its years of taking refuge there, the three of them now curled up amongst the warmth. Zorua chirped happily at the events as it pressed itself further into Sara’s body, offering whatever comfort it could to its new friend. Zoroark huffed at the sight, yet it wrapped itself fully around the two of them, holding them tight to its chest as it prepared to keep a careful watch throughout the night. 

For now, it would accept this human. It would dare to trust her and allow her safety for the night. If she broke that trust, may all the humans rue the day it entered its home. 

For now, this girl was part of their pack. And nothing would come to harm her.  

*~End~*

Blazing Like the Sun – Part Two

AN: First off – sorry I’m continuing to delay the next part of Lost. I’m not happy with it and I’d rather ensure I enjoy the fight scene and take my time on it than just rush it out. But hey – this one has been in the queue for a hot minute itself so why not get a new part out there for you guys to check out (totally not due to all the hype I have for the new game hahaha). I’m very excited to play with a new character in our Horizon Zero Dawn universe. Helios is gonna be fun to play off of Brim and Dathan. Sidenote too – I may add Nil in here at some point. Because Nil is best! Let’s keep this story going 🙂 

*~For Be~*

The metal of Erend’s armor clanged together as he made his way along the repaired bridge towards the Palace of the Sun King, a welcome signal to the guards standing tall to salute his presence amongst them. Of course, the welcoming glances soon raised brows at the parade the Captain brought along: a squirming guard left in a chokehold and being dragged with each step Erend took, an agitated Banuk woman shifting uncomfortably in the Carja-based attire she’d been forced to wear, an uneasy Shadow Carja man keeping close to his partner’s side, and then…there was the excitable Watcher trotting along like he owned the place. Most would have acted as Helios did at the gate, if not for the marks of the Mended on their person. Clearly – these were heroes chosen by Aloy herself…and they deserved respect. Even if they were Banuks and Shadow Carja…

Helios could barely breathe, the strong hold around his neck giving little room to maneuver as he was dragged along the path and up to the very top of the stairs. He struggled beneath the hardy grip; however, he fell stark still with eyes wide as saucers as he realized soon enough where he’d been taken, the throne of the Sun King now within his sights perched high above the Kingdom of Meridian. His throat went dry, panic bubbling up. This…was not going to be good for him, was it?

His dark ember gaze shifted towards the newcomers following after, silently demanding an explanation that no one bothered to answer. As soon as his eyes met with Brim’s, all he received was a huff and an eyeroll. Dathan did seem far more sympathetic to the captive; however, he offered nothing to ease his struggles. Worthless – Helios suspected as much.

As Erend neared the throne, he tossed away Helios like a ragdoll, the guard welcoming this brief moment of reprieve before finding himself bound at his side by a pair of soldiers ordered to bring him forward. Helios dared to open his mouth, ready to curse and demand his release; however, the Captain quickly shot a glare over his shoulder, the words escaping the captive guard as he was dragged along and stationed just beyond the stairs onto the throne’s platform.

Well – at least it couldn’t get any worse, right?

Suddenly, a small figure rounded the glittering throne and darting along the path, Erend fully stepping to the side to avoid the young boy in royal robes fully colliding with him. His infectious giggle seemed to bring a smile to the Captain’s face as he waved after the child, his attention fully on the newcomers – specifically a certain metal beast rounding the corner.

Brim was quick to pull Dathan clear out of the way as Frostsight barreled forward, his single blue eye steady on the approaching child as he chirped his usual, excited greeting. Once close enough, the Watcher skidded to a halt, lowering just enough to allow the boy to wrap his arms around his neck in a makeshift hug. Chirps and giggles filled the air as many guards looked on in sheer horror and confusion, the most expressive being Helios who wanted to scream at the young prince to step away from the foul beast that could trample him at any moment. This metal abomination was not to be…played with…it was to be hunted! What the hell was happening?!

Helios was certain someone else would step forward, rip the boy away from the Watcher and demand an explanation; however, all remained stoic as another figure rounded the throne and approached the newcomers, his arms outstretched in a jovial greeting.

“I had hoped you would bring along Frostsight – Itamen hasn’t stopped telling us tales of our last venture to Bitter Climb,” Sun King Avad hummed as he stepped forward towards Brim and Dathan, placing a strong hand on each’s shoulder to welcome them. “Aloy certainly has graced us with some of her best warriors to help us this day. It pleases me to see you both again – though I must admit I wished it would be under better circumstances. I thank you for journeying here – and for also making my brother’s day.”

A shy grin formed on Dathan’s lips as he bowed his head, “Thank you, my King. We’re both-.” Dathan paused to glance beside him where Brim stood, her attention focused on the small boy and the machine playing together. She had a warm grin on her lips, a welcome sight for sure, as she gently ruffled the giggling boy’s mane. Alas, as wonderful it was to see Brim so interested – it was time to pull her back to the matters at hand. So the Shadow Carja lightly jabbed his partner in her side, her familiar narrowed glare returning upon him as he gestured to the knowing Sun King. “We’re both happy to be here to aid the kingdom of Meridian in whatever ails it. Isn’t that right Brim?”

The Banuk blinked before nodding along, “right. Thanks.”

Dathan cringed at the sound of her blatant disregard for order. Lucky for them, Sun King Avad grinned at her words and once more praised their good fortune in their timely arrival.

“Brim and Dathan – two of Aloy’s finest warriors of the Mended – it is we who are to be thanking you. Your arrival means so much for our people,” Sun King Avad said as he gestured for Itamen and Frostsight away from the discussion, the young boy not hesitating for a moment to dart off to play. Frostsight held his ground for only but a moment, a quick flick of the wrist from Brim the signal he was allowed to play.

Once both had left the area, the Sun King stepped back, the good tidings seeming to melt away as tension began to rise upon his features. Massaging his temple, he continued, “I trust you have already received word why we’ve asked you here?”

Dathan tensed up at the question, glancing over to his partner in hopes she may have had an answer for him. However, she offered nothing in return, her gaze straight ahead upon the Sun King, awaiting whatever reason she’d been asked to travel beyond her comforts among the mountains and snow and to boiling landscape of desert and jungles. It was clear her patience was strained, her desire for action overwhelming. They needed to get to the bottom of things and soon if they wanted to keep her in control.

“We came as soon as we could – Varl had come to us stating it was an urgent matter and that we were needed in Meridian right away,” Dathan admitted. “Unfortunately, there wasn’t much else briefed to us. He stated we needed to ride as soon as we could. So we made way straight for here.”

“Heh, Varl skimping on the details?” Erend chuckled, though he faltered under Sun King Avad’s knowing glance. “R-Right, I guess we did express the need for urgency and kept a lot of the details close to heart. Wanted to speak with you lot in person. And lucky for us, you three got here in record time. Aloy’s certainly got a good eye for you lot.”

“She surely does keep the best in company,” Sun King Avad agreed with a smile; however, it soon faltered as his eyes finally befell the two guards stationed behind Erend, their hold strong upon a now-bound guard. Erend noticed the stare, preparing himself for the next question that was sure of roll of the Sun King’s tongue. “Captain Erend – I see we have another here with us? Who is this bound soldier?”

“Ah right – Helios Brand’s here too,” Erend ran his fingers through his hair as he relinquished a sigh. “My king, seems we had a bit of an incident along the bridge entering the kingdom. You see, Ice Queen here brought along her good buddy Frostsight despite my personal request not for him to leave Bitter Climb-.”

“Again, you try telling Frostsight he can’t come along,” Brim muttered, Dathan cutting her a glance in hopes to keep her from starting a fight before the Sun King. He could already see her frustrations bubbling up from the excessive use of the nickname Erend had fondly begun calling her.

“I thought it would be best to keep him from Meridian in our current situation – to you know, avoid any panic at a metal beast roaming the streets,” Erend continued, offering a wink towards the irritated Banuk as he spoke. “But well, Ice Queen – much like Aloy – goes by the beat of her own drum. So she brought along Frostsight-.”

Sun King Avad seemed to finally catch on, his eyes studying the captive with a studious glance. “A scene occurred.”

“Yes my king – you see, Helios Brand here is one of the guards stationed along the bridge,” Erend said, gesturing the guards to bring the captive forward to stand right before Sun King Avad. Helios went along with their motions, his eyes wide and searching for some semblance of an answer for what was going on from the man before him that he had such high regard for. Alas, after seeing such a scene commence just moments prior – perhaps there would be no answer he didn’t favor. Erend stepped before the captive, placing a strong hand upon his shoulder as he stared him down. “A capable fighter, got a great set of eyes too for lookouts. But he rushed in to attack Frostsight on the bridge. He failed to see the Mended ensigns on their person and there was a bit of a standoff.”

Sun King Avad shifted his gaze to fully stare upon Helios, noting his straight posture as he stood before his king. He took in the terror that the guard was desperate to hide but to no avail. But what outshone that fear above all else…was pride. Avad could see that pride swell at Erend’s comments regarding being capable, making the flinch at his reprimanding all the more noticeable. This fighter before him was someone strong – perhaps a bit cocky.

“Helios Brand is your name, yes?” Sun King Avad said calmly as he gestured towards the guard before him.

Helios bowed quickly in response, “Yes my king – my name is Helios Brand. I am one of your watchmen.”

Erend cleared his throat at the sight of such a gesture, “My king – I brought him here to share with you what happened on the bridge. And to also instruct that he formally apologize to our guests-.”

“I will not apologize…”

All was still and silent following Helios’ interruption, the guard standing strong despite all eyes now settling upon him. Erend’s narrowed gaze pierced through his armor, eyeing him carefully for such a bold remark. Sun King Avad didn’t seem to flinch at the response, the man carefully studying the watchman for a moment to gauge what would happen next. Brim and Dathan both eyed him as well, the man’s stare more calm and questioning while the woman housed a bubbling fury behind her glare. 

“You will apologize,” retorted Erend firmly as he turned to stand directly before Helios. “You will apologize and mean it. A mistake was made so you owe them-.”

Helios’ frown deepened as he struggled under the hold of the two guards. “I will not apologize. I was doing my duty. I was protecting our kingdom from the metal beasts that terrorize our homes. That monster frolicking there with our prince should be slain, not treated as some pet. Not when it will only take a moment for it to slaughter all of us here!”

Erend reached forward and ripped Helios from the other guards, the watchman’s feet hovering above the ground as he struggled under the Captain’s harsh grip. He noted Erend’s other hand extended and followed its trail, noting that Brim was now armed with her spear, its blade aimed in Helios’ direction while Dathan held her back with two arms wrapped around her shoulders. The Banuk was clearly furious and ready for blood – almost like a wild beast herself. The only thing truly keeping her together seemed to be the Shadow Carja, his whispers to her inaudible to others as he desperately tried to soothe her spirit.

“Frostsight is not a monster – he is my family and I will not allow your slander,” Brim hissed through gritted teeth as Dathan looked on with pleading eyes towards Erend for help. Luckily it seemed the Captain was determined to make his thoughts known.

“Neither will I, Ice Queen – neither will I,” Erend growled as he focused his glare upon the watchman still tight in his hold. “You’ll apologize or else I-!”

“That’s enough,” Sun King Avad’s voice suddenly cut through the panic as he stepped between the chaos, an apologetic gaze falling on Brim as she turned her stare upon him. “Brim, I’m deeply sorry for what’s been said here – and Dathan I am sorry as well. Frostsight is family – not just to you but to us all. And I will not allow this behavior from one of our own continue.”

Brim did not lower her spear though the fury seemed to drain from behind her gaze as she listened to the Sun King’s words, Dathan keeping his hold on his partner in case things would escalate again.

With a nod to emphasize his words, Sun King Avad continued, “our kingdom is currently being surrounded on all sides by a bandit tribe of immeasurable size. Surely one of the greatest we’ve ever faced previously. They’ve aggressively pushed into our borders and have taken the lives of guards, merchants, and have even turned their weapons upon children.”

Horror washed over Dathan’s expressed as he loosened his grip on Brim, instead resting a single hand on her shoulder while the other fell to a fist at his hip. “Are they Shadow Carja?”

“Our intel reports a hodge podge of assholes, likely a tribe built from those that were brought down previously that seek revenge for their lost camps,” Erend added, Helios still remaining high in his grip. The watchman’s eyes were narrowed yet even daring to open his mouth as received a threatening glare from the Captain. “I’ve got teams standing by to launch an assault against them but with them countering all around us, I thought up a plan. We use the border assaults as a distraction, pulling forces from the main camp. That’s where you lot come in.”

“We’re doing an infiltration on the camp itself, cutting them off at the head,” Dathan concluded, exchanging a quick glance with Brim before she finally eased her spear to her side.

“I’ll be leading a small team of select individuals, you both included, and we’ll take out the camp and cut them off from escape,” Erend agreed as he finally lowered Helios to the ground, refusing to let him go however as he gazed at Sun King Avad. “We aim to attack at sundown. It’ll be a dangerous trek, through Snapmaw and Longleg territory. May even come across some Bellowbacks, Ravagers, and Stalkers. A lot’s been sighted. And what’s more…there’s been whispers that these bandits may have corrupted machines at their call.”

“Another sign of Hades?” Dathan asked aloud.

“Or something else. Whatever it is, it’s a danger and we can’t allow it to continue,” Sun King Avad answered as he turned his gaze towards the man being held by his Captain. “Helios Brand, I can see you are a formidable guard and someone worth having on your side in the midst of battle. However, your words and actions here today worry me. Yes, the machines can be quite dangerous as we’ve seen in our years living with the land. However, under Aloy’s guidance and efforts from those-,” he paused and gestured towards Brim. “-Like Brim here, we’ve seen the good of machines. And we’ve seen machines work with us. They may be wild, but they are not monsters. Some may even be considered our friends…or family, like Frostsight.”

Helios frowned at the Sun King’s words yet held his tongue. He could feel Erend’s grip tighten and the Banuk woman’s glare pierce his armor. He was vulnerable now and in a fight…he likely wouldn’t win. Not to mention the act would be high treason since the Sun King had made his stance quite clear.

What was to happen to him? He wasn’t willing to back down from his stance. He’d seen the horrors those metallic monsters had done across the lands. His goal in life was to fight for the kingdom…to fight these demons that threatened their safety. What the hell was this talk of them being family? It was madness…

“I can’t allow your actions to stand; however, I want to give you a chance to redeem yourself and possibly learn from your mistakes,” Sun King Avad hummed as he gestured to the Mended in his presence. “That is why I’m going to have you join tonight’s efforts to bring down the Bandit Camp under the watch of Captain Erend, Brim, and Dathan.” An audible groan sounded from the Banuk woman as other sounds of protest formed from Erend yet this did not falter Sun King Avad’s words. “You’ll follow their orders and protect them as I hope they will do to protect you as well. If you hinder the mission in any way, endanger the lives of your teammates, especially Frostsight, Erend is ordered to sentence you on the spot.”

Helios gawked at the Sun King, his words sounding more and more like madness. How could he possibly work together with those who dared to side with the mechanical beasts? How could he possibly be allies with this Shadow Carja…and this Banuk? How had his path led to this – being forced to align himself with these cretins or else face imprisonment…or worst?

“M-My King, you mean for us to babysit him? With all due respect, we’re going deep into the heart of enemy territory and one wrong move could mean life or death for us. That’s too great a risk to chance our survival on a rebellious watchman who’s clearly hostile with those meant to be allies!” Erend argued. 

“I hear your words Erend and I understand your concerns,” replied the Sun King. “But I have faith that under the careful watch of you all – we may find Helios Brand an essential asset to the team and a valued ally.” 

It was clear that Erend wanted to continue arguing; however Sun King Avad raised his hand to signal there would be no discussion further on the matter. He’d made up his mind and had full trust in the team to see this through. Brim looked ready to argue as well, yet she was quickly silenced by Dathan’s hand on her shoulder, squeezing hard to keep her mouth shut. They didn’t need to aggravate the situation further.

“So Helios Brand, what say you?” Sun King Avad said with a knowing grin. “You ready to prove yourself today as a true warrior of the sun?”

There was so much Helios wanted to say, his glare cut towards where he saw Frostsight last with the young prince. His eyes then traveled towards the annoyed Banuk and her struggling Shadow Carja partner, then onto a frustrated Erend. This was truly madness…but the King asked him to prove his worth as a warrior of the sun. Perhaps this would be the best way to help these fools see reason. 

“My sword is yours My King,” Helios replied, ready for action – and hoping he didn’t end up killed by day’s end. He was going to prove that these metal beasts were monsters…and nothing more.

*~Part Two End~*

Stubborn Companions

AN: I’m working on some writings here and there to post 🙂 Be wanted me to try my hand at a Guild Wars 2 drabble of our characters together and I aim to please lol. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve actually played the game so hopefully I got our characters right at least hahahaha.

The piled snow crunched under each heavy step as Corvo’s boots sunk into the sea of white crystals, reaching past his ankles and forcing even his strong physique to struggle as he charged forward along the path towards the caverns where his latest mission awaited. His lips were pressed into his usual scowl, his cool eyes set forward to stare upon the frosted tundra he’d found himself traveling in. Even as the sound of a struggle and an audible groan echoed from behind him, his gaze didn’t falter from his goal. After all, this damn mission was all her idea anyway…

“Hold a minute ya big lug, can’t you hear me struggling here?” Eavan called out as she tried to swim her way through the banks of ice, the Ravenborn continuing to ignore the Sylvari’s whines. Her bluish lips pressed together into a pout before she scooped up a snowball and chucked it towards the towering loaf ahead of her. With a sloshed thunk, the snow erupted into Corvo’s dark locks, his movements paused before he turned heel to glare at Eavan. “I said hold a minute, don’t be leaving me behind. Can’t you see I am having a hard time here?”

Corvo brought a hand up to wipe away some of the snow that managed to trail into his line of sight, his frown deepening as he looked over the smaller being who then proceeded to stick out her tongue in his direction. “I said from the very beginning we shouldn’t take this mission. The terrain was too difficult to travel. But you insisted – so I agreed to come along on this one on one condition. What was that condition?”

Eavan rolled her eyes at his words. “Oh please – not this again…”

“I told you I’d come along but I wasn’t going to slow down or carry you along. It was your choice to take this mission and you had to deal with the consequences,” Corvo grumbled, shaking his mane in hopes to release all the snow from the Sylvari’s deadly attack. “And yet here we are with you trying to sway me for a moment’s reprieve.”

“Hey now, that’s not true – I just don’t want to be left behind,” Eavan huffed, trying to stomp her foot for emphasis of her words. Alas, the snow was much too stubborn to allow her frustrated motions. So instead she crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her gaze upon her companion who showed no sort of remorse for her struggles. “I’m doing my best to keep up. The least you could do is slow your steps.”

“The faster we move, the quicker we can finish this bloody mission and return home,” Corso replied, turning heel once more and trudging forward towards his destination, leaving the woman standing alone with a fury boiling beneath her skin. “Can’t keep up? Turn back then. I’ve no time to coddle you for your mistakes.”

“Corvo Cruz, don’t you dare leave me behind!” Eavon called out, once again sluggish with her frustrated movements due to the snow encasing her in place. That didn’t stop her from glaring daggers into the fading back of her companion as he marched onwards. “I’m warning you-!”

The Ravenborn lifted a hand to wave off the woman’s threats, never pausing his steps as he continued for his goal. “Just head back Eavon. I’m quicker on my own. I’ll handle everything from here.”

Part of her wanted to heed those words; after all, the snow was becoming more and more difficult to traverse for her smaller frame compared to the mountain of a Norn Corvo was. The cold was biting at her skin, seeping into her boots and coat, threatening to freeze her from the inside out. And yet…that stubbornness held strong in her heart. This was her mission. This was her choice. And by god if she was going to let him take all the credit, especially after him alluding to her being unable to manage from the very beginning. She needed to prove him wrong. She needed to do this…

“Corvo Cruz, you will wait for me right now or-!” Eavon’s words caught in her throat as the hiss of an arrow caught her ears, the woman barely able to fall back into the snow banks as a barrage of iron tips sailed right where she once stood. Her glowing orbs widened at the sudden attack, the string of the frozen snow the least of her worries as she struggled to find her footing again. “C-Corvo-!”

“Enough yelling and stay down!” The light above was suddenly blocked out by the towering form of the Ravenborn, his greater sword held tight in hand as his dark gaze searched the area for any sign of their attackers. He was only met with silence and a sea of white amongst the hills, a growl bubbling up in his throat as he stood firm in place. “Eavon, I’ll keep their attention. You head back-.”

“I’m not leaving you idiot – we’re doing this together!” Eavon hissed as she did her best to maneuver the snow, finally securing her footing and lifting herself up. The white crystals stuck to her armor and she struggled to whip the cold away from her, holding to bring some relief to her frozen body. “As you said, this is my mission and I’m seeing it through to the end. So no – I’m not leaving you! Deal with it, ya big lug!”

She could see the strain in his body at her remarks, the muscles tensing up as he thought to turn to her and shout for her to listen. However, another barrage of arrows could be heard approaching through the fog and he cursed, keeping his body between the woman and the attack as he sliced his sword through them. His breathing was harsh, evidence that he was struggling to keep himself composed. Eavon was ready for the venomous bite of his anger to turn on her, demanding she just listen to what he has to say.

But that venom never came…

Instead, Corvo inhaled a deep breath, his shoulders falling into a steady rise and fall with each exchange of air in his lungs. He didn’t turn back to Eavon, remaining firm in his stance amongst the snow. There was a subtle nod however, an affirmation of the woman’s words and passion as he prepared for the next assault. “You’re so stubborn, you know that.”

“So are you,” Eavon retorted, a hint of mischievousness in her tone as she smirked and shoveled her way to stand at her companion’s side. Her sword at the ready, Eavon’s breathing began to fall in line with Corso’s as they both searched the fog, ready to launch forward once a sign of their attackers came into being. “Guess we’re made for each other hm?”

“Not the time,” Corso huffed, his attention firmly on the incoming arrows that now sailed through the air. “Attack from the west – you ready?”

“I was born ready!” Eavon hummed as her body glowed, her gaze firm on the Norn as he rushed forward and once more sliced through the arrows. He didn’t pause for even a second before continuing forward, his eyes narrowing on every shadow, every shape that could be a sign of their attackers. And sure enough, he found the band of bandits that dared to cross them, their figures rushing from bank to bank in search of cover from the approaching warrior. He quickly sheathed the giant blade before pulling out his long bow, preparing his aim to line up as many of the bandits as he could. Almost…there…

The arrow was released, soaring through the air and securing through the head of one of the bandits, the man collapsing in a bloody heap upon the ground as the arrow then diverted its course and secured into the back of another. The bandit stumbled at the blow, diving for cover as a trail of blood kept Corvo’s attention. The Norn charged forward, once more switching his weapons to a hand sword, at the ready as he approached where he last tracked the escaping bandits.

“Fire!” A voice shouted from the banks as another slew of arrows approached, Corvo quickly swatting them with his blade while he made his approach towards where the bleeding man laid. Sure enough, the bandit was a bloody heap upon the snow, his bow drawn and ready to fire as Corvo rounded the bank. Unfortunately, even the quickest arrow he could muster was nothing compared to the Norn’s speed as he dodged the attack and quickly sunk his blade into the chest of bandit, silencing his breath for good.

“Three more,” Corvo guessed by the shouts and barrage of attacks, his eyes scanning the area to follow the footsteps in the snow. This needed to end…and now…

“Fire again!” Corvo’s eyes narrowed as three men poked out from a nearby bank, flaming arrows surging through the cold air towards him. The Norn raised his sword to slice through them again; however, he realized too late the charges attached to the arrows and as he attacked, small explosions burned his skin and vision as he fell back, quick to pat away the flames that began to eat away at his coat. He felt a pain in his face and arms, nothing life-threatening but enough to catch the air from his lungs as the cold bit into the exposed skin. However, now was not the time to dress such wounds, for his blurred vision gazed towards the approaching blobs as a growl sounded through gritted teeth. “He’s down! Spill his blood for good!”

“You won’t get the chance!” The bandits barely had time to register the other voice before a flash of blues, greens, and purples filled the air around them, visions of a butterfly soaring through the air catching their attention before each of them suddenly cried out in anguish. Through their chests, the tips of blades emerged – their blood pouring from the wounds before they were kicked to the ground to spend their final moments watching their blood mix with the snow and ice. Standing there proud among her doubles was Eavon, the Sylvari shaking the blood off her blade before dashing forward to make it to Corvo’s side. The Norn still struggled to see her clearly, but he could tell she looked at him with that same worried expression he’d seen before on previous missions when things grew too touchy for their liking. He could feel her freezing hand touch his cheek, the man flinching slightly under her touch yet refusing to shake her away. “You ok, ya big lug? Luckily the burns don’t look too severe. Your coat managed to catch most of the damage to your arms. Your pretty face however, we’ll have to bandage up a little bit. A real shame.”

Corvo rolled his eyes at her words, feeling some clarity return to his vision as he saw her manage a grin at his notice. “I’ll live. We still need to get this damn mission completed. And we’re even further delayed thanks to these assholes.”

Eavon chuckled at his response before holding up some trinkets that were looted from the men’s bodies, an effort to hopefully catch a bounty or two for their dispatching of the bandits. “We may get some extra coin for this inconvenience – so maybe it’s not a total loss.” She paused again, slowly stroking the man’s cheek to emphasize her worries. “Corso, we can turn back for now. Give us time to rest and recharge after-.”

Her words fell short as Corvo reached a hand up to grace her own cheek, the Sylvari’s lips curving into a smile as she nuzzled into his touch. “I’m fine, we’ll use the snow to ease the burns. We’re close. No turning back now.”

“Stubborn,” she remarked and he smirked, the woman helping him to his feet and watching him tower over her like the mountain he was. “Like I said, we’re made for each other.”

“Whatever you say,” he muttered under his breath before beginning to move in the snow back towards their destination, leaving the bloodied corpses to rot in their snowy graves. “Come on, let’s get a move on since you refuse to turn back yourself.”

“Oh here we go with that again,” Eavon huffed as she began to struggle through the banks following after the Norn, slowly making her way after him. After a few grunts however, the Sylvari suddenly gasped as her body was lifted up into the air, cradled in the arms of her companion. Corvo didn’t acknowledge the action, he simply continued on without a word, keeping his eyes on their destination as Eavon gawked up at him. Soon though, her grin returned as she cuddled against the warmth of his chest, pleased to see that through all his stubbornness, he was still her kind, gentle Ravenborn. “I knew I loved ya for a reason, big lug.”

“I will drop you.”

“No you won’t.”

“We’ll see then, won’t we.”

*~END~*

An Evening Alone – Part Two

AN: Wow, it’s been a hot minute since I first started this story that was meant to be broken down into three parts – one focusing on Eavan and Corvo, one focusing on Gridlesser and May, and one focusing on Damon and Bellemere. As you can see, that didn’t happen xD but now I’m continuing on with the story and I can’t wait to dive into those Guild Wars 2 feels again. I miss these characters terribly and hope that one day we can actually do an RP of them (and finish it hahaha). Hope you guys enjoy! Check out the first part here!

Also real talk, I never finished the storyline for Bellemere at all in the game so I don’t really know everything that’s been going on with the dragons, the thorns, all those fun times! I’ll dive in again at some point to finish it. Another sidenote, I know I jump around a lot at calling my girl either Bellemere or Bellammere. It’s easier to say Bellemere so we’ll be going with that for now hahaha. 

Trails of snow curved through the wind and into the tavern as Gridlesser kicked open the door, her fierce might shaking the entire building as she raced inside with a slender bundle tight in her grasps. Corvo pulled Eavan out of the way, the Sylvari’s eyes wide at the realization of just what was going on – Bellemere’s unconscious form limply curled against the Norn’s chest as she struggled to breathe. Her skin was a pale blue in contrast to her usual pink – bruises and gashes littering for body. The ranger was far more panicked than the pair had ever seen, her wild gaze searching the room before she rushed to the hearth and laid the Sylvari’s body upon a nearby table.

Within seconds, Maynerd raced into the tavern as well with Grid’s Sylvari Hound, his hands tight against Damon’s arms as he dragged him along with him. It wasn’t to bring him along however…May was clearly holding Damon back from rushing forward and facing Grid’s wrath. Both men looked so fearful – yet none could hold a candle to the Norn’s pale expression as her hands quivered, hovering above the struggling Sylvari she’d carried in.

“B-Belle needs help! Help! Belle needs help!” Gridlesser shouted, any consideration for the other occupants of the tavern now tossed out the window. Already the sound of shuffling could be heard from the other rooms, occupants peeking out from their hovels to see just who would be screaming so late in the evening. “Sh-She’s freezing! Someone please!”

“Grid please calm down,” May tried to take control of the situation but that proved useless as his own growing panic broke through his words. With a heavy sigh, he quickly tossed Damon away, the fiery Sylvari experiencing freedom for only a brief moment before Corvo’s strong arms snatched him up and held him in place. Once again, the demon was left struggling in the Norm’s strong hold, his eyes filled with desperation as he pulled in the direction where his fallen comrade laid prone.

The guardian ignored the struggle he’d tossed aside, quick to fall in line with the Norn woman as he said, “Grid, let me look at her. You go get the tavern keeper and see if we can get a doctor to come-.”

“I’m not leaving!” Grid growled back at the man through gritted teeth, May relenting with a sigh before turning his gaze towards Eavan. With a silent command, the mesmer nodded and took off for the other rooms, seeking any sort of help that could be offered.

“Ok Grid, just – just let me look her over please,” May said quietly as he leaned in, noting each bruise, each gash, each scrape. He took in her quivering nature, the bluish tint to her skin, the dripping remains of the snow that had clung to her battered form. He was thankful she had such a strong spirit – or else he feared she wouldn’t have clung to life so stubbornly. “I-I’ve got some potions to numb the pain and at least keep her stable. We need to get these wounds treated and get her dried off and wrapped up to warm her up. Grid, can you-?”

The Norn didn’t budge from her spot, her stare so focused on her fallen friend upon the table. May relented once more, instead reaching for his belt and pulling out one of his remaining stock of potions. Gently he lowered the brew to Bellemere’s lips, carefully allowing the drops to enter her throat as he lifted up her head. So focused on the task at hand, he nearly leapt from his skin when a familiar voice blared from across the table.

“What happened?” Corvo questioned, his gaze narrowed as he took in every inch of the fallen Sylvari. In his grasps, Damon fought against the other’s brute strength, his burning eyes searching desperately for a way free to rush to his fallen friend’s side. No matter how much he dared to struggle however, Corvo’s grip only tightened – even as he stood there entranced with Bellemere’s current state. His skin grew pale as he refused to look away from the bloodied and blue body of his friend – the guilt bubbling up behind his dark eyes. Earlier that evening, he allowed her to leave to chase after the fleeing Damon…he should have fought to keep her within the tavern away from the world beyond the walls. He should have gone with her to ensure she was protected…he should have… “What happened?!”

“Corvo calm down, getting angry will not help this situation,” May began to say as he tried to focus on his work.

“She was nearly killed by an ice worm! All because of that demon!” Grid interrupted as she shot a glare in their direction, venomous slits narrowed upon the struggling form of Damon Demonburnt. The Sylvari thief eased his fight at the address, his attention instead turned directly upon the woman who dared to start a fight. The hatred between them boiled over – their usual annoyance with one-another long since escalated since Bellemere’s fall. “He was trying to have her killed!”

“That’s not true and you bloody know it!” Damon growled through gritted teeth – his usual mischievous nature tossed to the wind as he yanked harder against Corvo’s strengthening hold. “Let me go you damned crow – I need to help Belle! I need to-!”

Corvo did not appease the captive’s wishes, his grip tightening harder on his limbs as his dark eyes followed Gridlesser closely, the towering Norn woman finally breaking away from her spot beside her fallen companion to stride before the two men. Her expression was dark, almost completely void of her unusual confidence, as her hand gripped tight to her bow. Her movements were swift as she plucked an arrow from her quiver, aiming it squarely at the demon’s throat. Silence fell upon the room, gazes all now fixated on the looming ranger threatening to shoot what once all thought was her companion.

“Grid-!” May shouted above his care for Bellemere but it was clear there was no breaking through that rage building in the woman’s heart. He needed to find a way to deescalate this situation and fast. Or else, he suspected the entire tavern would be up in flames by morning. “Grid stop, he’s not-!”

“I will never forgive you for this,” Grid hissed, refusing to back down. Corvo stared back at his friend, his lips parting to speak but nothing came to the surface. All he could do was gawk at the scene, his own guilt forcing his strength to focus instead on keeping prisoner the one who Belle chased after in the first place. Damon, on the other hand, did not falter his gaze, a resolute understanding swirling behind those burning orbs of his. Even as the jagged tip of the arrow was pressed against his throat, threatening to release and severe his vocal chords, he did not stray from his one wish. “She could die. And it’s all your fault.”

Damon hesitated to respond for he knew he could not deny her words. For he knew well-enough…why Belle had charged out into the winter night and put herself at risk – all for his sake. It was because of him Belle was even out there in the cold to begin with…chasing after him to bring him, as she would say, “home.” His stubborn fire burned in his chest and kept her out in the cold, and that’s when the attack happened…

Grid was right…it was Damon’s fault Belle got hurt…However, that didn’t mean roll over and let himself be subdued…because he needed to save the woman he loved – here and now.

“I won’t let her die,” Damon pleaded, any anger behind his gaze completely subsided as he looked directly into Grid’s glare. Now, tears were bubbling up, cascading down his bruised, red cheeks. “Please, I can’t-I can’t let her die. I won’t let her die. Please let me go to her.”

Both Corvo and Grid faltered in their stances for just a moment, taken back by the rush of emotion their captor willingly showed for their fallen comrade; however, the Norn woman refused to lower her weapon. Instead, she searched deep into those yellow orbs laced with salt water as she continued her threats; all the while the Ravenborn keeping his hold upon the Sylvari.

“Why would I let you anywhere near Belle when you’re the reason she’s on the brink of death?” Grid argued with a frown upon her lips. “Absolutely not, I won’t-!”

“Grid, let him go,” a familiar voice called from across the hall, their party and the onlookers all turning their gazes upon the returning Eavan. The Mesmer narrowed her eyes upon the scene while she ushered the tavern keeper onto the scene. One look at the injured Sylvari at the center of this standoff and the man was off to the races to fetch a doctor, urging all who ventured from their rooms to stay out of the way as they treated the fallen woman. Once he was gone, Eavan stepped forward to May’s side, placing a gentle hand on the guardian’s shoulder for comfort, all while continuing to glare upon the actions of her friends. “Let Damon go.”

“I will not release this demon! He’s the reason Belle is-!”

“I know that look all too well,” Eavan ignored the woman’s shouts as she then strode over to the tussle, brushing past Gridlesser and gently maneuvering the arrow point away from Damon’s neck. The Sylvari welcomed the released threat upon his life, his gaze now firm upon the Mesmer before him. They were locked in a contest, their silence conveying volumes from the emotions bubbling up behind their eyes. It’s true – Eavan recognized that look anywhere Damon harbored – it was the desperate look of someone in love doing all they could to save the one they treasured most. She’d seen it before in Grid, in May, and especially a certain Ravenborn. This man was not there to bring harm to Belle and she very much doubted he caused her pain on purpose. And she had a guess once whatever happened did happen, he fought the hardest to rescue her. Damon wasn’t the demon everyone made him out to be…he was just a scared, love-struck thief who wanted to do everything he could for the woman he loved. “Could you bring the warmth back to her?”

“I can,” Damon said without pause. “I can and I will.”

That was all Eavan needed to hear, her gaze lifting to the man holding tight to the captive. Corvo held a breath in his throat as he fell into the usual trance her gaze left him in, the self-inflicted guilt caving against that knowing stare. “Corvo, let him go. It’s ok. Belle will be ok.”

“Corvo, don’t you-!”

There was no arguing with his love as Corvo’s grip lessened before pulling away completely, Damon stumbling just a moment in his newly-found freedom. However, he quickly regained his footing, and with a thankful nod to Eavan he dashed to where May had Belle laid out. The Sylvari’s hands reached forward, aglow with a red energy less destructive than his usual fiery blazes he conjured in those palms. Grid had already raced over to try and stop him; however, it was too late, Damon’s hands pressing into Belle’s chest. And once again, silence befell the room, onlookers breathe catching in their throats as they watched the scene unfold. Belle’s entire body seemed to glow the same red as Damon’s hands, the dripping remains of ice evaporating off her person in seconds as the pinkish color returned to her skin. She no longer shivered or shook upon the table, an audible gasp pooling from her lips before those familiar eyes flickered open to stare upon the world above her. Belle was awake! She was ok!

A sea of relief washed over Damon as he slowly stepped back from the table, his eyes staring upon the woman he loved so much and then upon the hands that brought her back to consciousness. He couldn’t help the smile brimming on his lips as he realized that she’s brought out another side of him he never showed to anyone – not one of his demonic destruction that he’d been known for across the land, but something far more gentle. Belle did that. He couldn’t help the thought of how amazing she was and how she had done everything in her power to bring him “home” and-.

Suddenly the smile was gone, the tears returning to his eyes as he shuffled back from the table. All memories from what happened out there in that icy hell came rushing back…and the guilt returned at full force. He slunk away from any chance at stepping into Belle’s line of sight, shuffling to the farthest corner of the room and sinking into the shadows far from view. Eavan and Corvo both raised a hand towards the departing thief; however, they thought it best to leave him be for now, instead their focus returning to the matter at hand.

“B-Belle?!” May gasped and gently held the Sylvari down to ensure she didn’t open up her wounds any further without being properly dressed. Where Damon once stood, Grid fell into place, her hands now tight upon Belle’s as she smiled through her tears. “Belle, thank the gods. Just lay still, we’ve got you. You’re ok. Just hold on a little longer.”

*~Part Two End~*

Inspirations: BREADSWORD’s Look Into Animation

Ok so he doesn’t just talk about animations but these are three of my favorite videos from BREADSWORD. We dive into two Disney animated features believed to be two of Disney’s biggest mistakes in film. And then there’s the dive into Dreamworks The Road to El Dorado.

I’ve shared my love for animation quite a bit in this blog, gushing about the history of some of my favorites and how they came to be. I’m fascinated with Black Cauldron and Treasure Planet especially, seeing how each came to be known as films that were some of the biggest failures in the studios history. There’s so much to unpack in these films and I highly recommend checking out BREADSTORM’s videos on the subject.

Thanks for watching 🙂

Blazing Like the Sun – Part One

AN: So last night during my Horizon Zero Dawn stream *blatant plug for twitch.tv/maeeverglow haha* we finally made it into Meridian and as I was walking around and see the people and seeing the guards that lined the bridges and roadways…I got an idea for a new character to join our party for the Horizon Zero Dawn RP me and Be write. It will be interesting to see how he blends with our other characters, Brim and Dathan. Enjoy! 

The smoldering heat that enveloped the city of Meridian was nothing new to Helios as he situated himself at his post along the bridge entering into the city, his armor heavy on his brawny frame. Flocks of travelers stepped along the stonework, shuffling past him with barely any notice of this stock-still individual eyeing them carefully. Some were alone, taking strides to meet with the bustling markets within the city’s limits. Others however were flocked in groups, chuckles and woven tales leaving their lips as they shared their latest adventures beyond the city’s limits where the metal beasts awaited.

It was enough to boil the blood within Helios’ tanned figure, his dark eyes narrowed at the mention of devilish Snapjaws, Longlegs, and Thunderjaws finding their way among the caravan trails to attack those trespassing in their midst. The warriors used their tools of the trade – weapons and battle prowess – to dismantle those that stood in their way…well that…or died trying. Such a fulfilling life for a warrior…unlike being stationed at the city gates ensuring the bustling visitors didn’t start any trouble.

When Helios was younger, he dreamed of being a member of the guard. His father and mother were merchants who took up refuge in Meridian and it was those guards who protected them from the dangerous bandits or metal beasts that threatened the city. He saw their armored figures march into battle against machines, their spears and swords ripping into their wired frames and scattering their parts across the plains. So Helios trained hard in the hopes of becoming one of the armored warriors of the sun…and when he had finally achieved his goal, he quickly realized that he had made the wrong decision.

He was often stationed around the city as a watchdog, his masterful eyes scanning the crowd for any shady business endeavors among the people. Sure, he’d catch a dealing or two in its midst, or if lucky a brawl in need of intervention – but all in all, the life of a soldier was proving much too lackluster compared to what he’d envisioned in his dreams.

If only something would happen – a bandit sneaking along the path to rob the markets, or maybe even a rouge machine in a maddening charge. Something that would lift his spirits and truly test his talents.

A sudden commotion lifted Helios’ gaze towards the first archway leading towards the city, flocks of travelers beginning to encircle something coming. Their awes were a symphony, the soldier’s interest piqued beyond compare as he threatened to step away from his post. He noticed the interested stares of his fellow guards along the way; however, none of them broke their ranks to address whatever could be so fascinating.

That is…until Helios finally noticed the wandering blue eye of a Watcher venturing along the bridge. The world blurred as the soldier dashed from his post, his poleaxe readied to attack as he shouted for all to stand aside. His fellow guards looked on with wide eyes, grabbing for their weapons to follow the lead of Helios. The audience all gasped and dodged out of the way from the Watcher, the metal beast noting the sudden danger and bracing itself for the impact.

“Die you metal be-!” Helios shouted as he prepared to pierce the oddly still Watcher, his weapon parried away with ease as he narrowed his gaze upon the interruption. A Banuk woman a foot shorter than him stood in his wake, her spear now twisted in her hold and aimed for the man who dared to come before her. “What do you think you’re doing?! Stand down!”

The Banuk didn’t answer him, her cold eyes mere slits as she growled at his approach. This infuriated the Carja more, Helios twisting his poleaxe and launching forward once more. The woman parried yet again, this time the two of them locked against one-another, eyeing the other down. The guards behind Helios began to close into the threat, another man – a Shadow Carja – stepping forward with hands raised in hopes to deescalate the battle.

“B-Brim, wait a minute! He’s a guard!” The Shadow Carja tried to intervene, another guard racing over and holding out a hand to halt him in place. “B-Brim!”

“You will not harm Frostsight!” The woman snarled, her force surprising as she shoved Helios back, chasing him down as she spun her spear to attack. Helios’ dark eyes brightened at the sudden thrill, feeling something he hadn’t felt in a long time – the adrenaline of a proper fight. He braced his heels into the stone walkway, readying to take the woman’s attack. That is…until a blade suddenly got between the two warriors, shoving Helios away before a figure slipped in front of the one called Brim.

“Stand down soldiers!” Erend shouted loud above the whispers of the crowd, the guards all skidding to a stop and falling in line under the watchful eye of someone far beyond their rank. Breath caught in Helios’ throat as he stared up at the brawny warrior before him, his eyes wide as Erend then reached out a hand to the Banuk to stay her spear. Though it was clear she had much ill-will for the guard who dared to charge them, she relaxed her spear under Erend’s guidance. “Oy, I thought I told you to leave Frostsight at Bitter Climb.”

“You try telling him to stay behind,” Brim remarked casually as the Watcher trotted forward, nuzzling up to Erend’s outstretched hand. Behind the Banuk, the guards allowed the Shadow Carja man forward, Dathan quickly falling in rank at the woman’s side.

“It’s good to see you Erend, though I wish it was under better circumstances,” Dathan mused, an apologetic glance towards Helios as he continued. “Varl said it was urgent that we-.”

“Of course he’d say that,” Erend huffed at the remark before gesturing behind him towards the inner city limits of Meridian. “Come on then, I’ll brief you the details inside the palace.”

“S-Sir, the machine!” Helios snapped to his feet, pointing a threatening finger towards the one they called Frostsight. A poor mistake as his superior grabbed hold of his hand, his fingers ensnaring the limb and nearly breaking the bones within. “A-Ah-!”

“I know you’re not blind, you’ve been ranked one of the best eyes in our command so tell me how you missed their ensigns of the Mended!” Erend snapped as he gestured towards Dathan and Brim, both sporting a familiar insignia on their person. Sure enough, they were Mended. Helios’ features grew pale at the realization of his mistake. “You were lucky I stepped in. Ice Queen here would have skewered you for sure.”

Brim frowned at the nickname and took a step forward, Dathan quickly to throw out a hand to keep her in place. They had already entered the city on terrible terms…they needed to keep some semblance of peace.

“I-,” Helios wanted to keep arguing. To shout to his fellow soldiers that the machine before him should be nothing but scrap metal. That beautiful blue lens and the heart roaring inside its metal chest could go for good shards. But as Erend’s grip intensified, the Carja relaxed his shoulders and lowered his gaze. “I am sorry sir.”

“Don’t apologize to me Helios Brand, you apologize to Ice Queen, Frostsight, and Dathan,” Erend snapped with a narrowed glare upon the man. Behind him, he could hear the Shadow Carja mutter something about not having a nickname.

Helios lifted his gaze again and peered past his superior, eyeing each one of the newcomers with a hint of fury behind his glare. For a moment, there was nothing. No words of any kind. However, Helios huffed at the trio and turned his nose up at them. “I was only doing my duty to-.”

“Oh so you’re still looking for a fight huh?!” Erend shouted before grabbing Helios and placing him in a chokehold, manuevering them both towards the city as he gestured for the trio to follow after. “Let’s see what our king has to say about this. Come on, Dathan, Ice Queen! The Sun King awaits!”

*~Part One End~*

 

May’s Drabble-A-Day Thirty-One: A Secret Showdown – Part Two

AN: Thanks for joining me this month for a month-long celebration with drabbles galore. I know there were some days I failed to get the drabbles up for you all but I finally got caught up and here we are. Sorry if this drabble isn’t the end of this specific story. I’ll get it done as soon as I can 🙂 thanks for reading and I look forward to what the future holds. 

Sedi’s heels clacked upon the sheet metal flooring of the warehouse as they ushered Benji and Gunther inside, the pair’s eyes wide as they gazed upon the inner workings of this building completely blended into the skyline. Inside was a domed arena, with a catwalk surrounding the glass for observers. And standing at the platform entrance of the dome was a familiar squid, a narrowed glance falling upon the newcomers as Sedi fell in line at his side.

“What are these two doing here?” Cale asked, trying to mask the disdain in his voice. The last time he’d seen Gunther…the meeting ended on a sour note. “I thought you said you were going to gather agents for this test.”

“You wanted skilled fighters who could really make these weapons shine right?” Sedi hummed with a knowing grin as they gestured towards the silent Benji and flaring Gunther. “These two can do just that. I’ll be teaming up with them.”

Cale frowned at the Cuttlefish’s words but soon relented with a sigh, motioning towards Benji. “It is good to see you well Benji. We’ve missed you at the agency.”

Benji nodded at the acknowledgement but found himself pushed backwards as Gunther marched forward towards the former partner of a certain Squid he adored.

“What’s that look for jackass? Acting all high and mighty. You lot are the ones that invited us and you’re going to treat us like trash? Screw you!” He hissed through gritted teeth as he raised a threatening finger to the inventor, Cale staring down the outstretched limb with that same amount of disdain as before. These two…were not going to get along. “Don’t think I don’t know what happened with you and Atlas. How you and your damn agent friends trapped her like a wild animal. When all she wanted was to be free.”

“You mean treated her with the intent to help her with her flareups?” Cale asked though he knew exactly what Gunther meant. “We did that to protect her.”

“Protect her my ass. You wanted to find a way to fix your fucking mistakes so you’d feel less guilty about what you did to her,” Gunther snapped back, fangs bared as he saw Cale’s expression twist at the accusation. He felt like he was winning the war with this squid…if not for Sedi stepping between them with a gentle push back towards Benji’s side. “I don’t want to have anything to do with this guy. Come on Benji, let’s bail. Even having the opportunity to rub this in Lily’s face seems not worth it anymore.”

“Oh I think you’ll tune will change momentarily,” Sedi cooed with an acknowledging glance beyond the pair, both Gunther and Benji unable to catch onto what was happening before two pairs of arms were suddenly around their chests, engulfing the squids in unsuspecting hugs. “Good Evening you three!”

Gunther flailed at the unwelcome embrace, the pair of arms pulling him tightly into the grasps of a familiar Octoling with a wicked grin. Wes hummed in the Squid’s ear, forcing an array of curses to echo within the warehouse. “Hey there Gunny, aw did you miss me?”

“Get off of me!” Gunther howled as he tried to wiggle out of the shockingly strong Octoling that held him in place. “Benji, get this guy off of-Benji?!”

Gunther went pale as he turned his wide eyes towards Benji’s position, the poor sniper a puddle of jello in the embrace of a familiar two-toned Inkling. Atlas was grinning ear-to-ear as her cheek snuggled up against her captive’s, Benji’s cheeks brighter than her red tentacles. Despite his situation, he didn’t flail or try to push away. He did however note the burning jealousy of Gunther’s gaze upon him as he realized who was there with them.

“These two aren’t operatives,” The second of the Octotwins, Zane, stepped forward from the shadows to line with the others, not bothering to join into the snuggle fest that was going on at either side of him. “What’s going on?”

Gunther’s eyes narrowed at the question before forcing Wes off of him, his attention back on Sedi and Cale at the end of the platform. “Yeah start talking! What’s going on?”

“We’re going to have ourselves a little showdown to test out some new weapons and to test out the teamwork of our trio of operatives here that’ll soon be joining teams on the frontlines,” Sedi explained with a gesture towards the dome behind them. “Wes, Zane, and Atlas will pair off against myself, Benji, and Gunther for a battle royale.”

Atlas beamed at the announcement as hugged Benji tighter in her hold. “You mean I get to play with Ben-Ben?! Oh this is the bestest day ever! I get to play with Ben-Ben!”

“A-Atlas, too tight-,” Benji got out between breaths as Gunther turned towards them and marched to their side.

“Hey wait a minute – what about me?” Gunther asked with a raised brow towards the squids enjoying themselves. “You forgot about lil ole me already?”

“Of course not Squiggles!” Atlas cheered as she then dragged Gunther towards them and threw both Squids into a bear hug – the once furious Gunther now a grinning mess as he held tight to his two favorite Squids. “I get to play with Ben-Ben and Squiggles! It’s a dream come true!”

“You mean we finally get to face off properly on the battlefield?!” Gunther cheered along with a smirk. “That means I finally get to beat the Great and Powerful Atlas?!”

Suddenly Atlas released both Squids, her eyes narrowed as she stood there with a pout on her lips. “Nuh uh, no one beats the Great and Powerful Atlas! I’m gonna win!”

“Oh yeah, in your dreams,” Gunther’s competitive nature matched the woman’s as they both stood toe-to-toe, tempers flared while the rest of their team looked on with mild interest. “Get ready Princess, you’re going down!”

“Aw it’s great to have the gang all back together again,” Wes cheered as he slipped next to Benji and tossed an arm over his shoulder into a small embrace. “You ready Ben-Ben?”

“I-It’s Benji,” he whispered under his breath, unable to shake off the Octoling as his friends were locked into a betting match to prove who truly was the bestest Squid around. All the while Zane moved over to Sedi and Cale with a raised brow.

“You sure this is a good idea?” Zane asked aloud, Cale remaining quiet as Sedi nodded along with a smirk.

“We’re all going to get a great workout in and these new weapons are going to get a run for their money,” Sedi announced with a wink. “This is going to be the bout of the century. Just you watch!”

*~Part Two End~*

May’s Drabble-A-Day Thirty: A Secret Showdown – Part One

AN: I’m going to finish up my posts for the month of May today with two parts of Splatoon fun times! Thanks to everyone who’s been reading my drabble a day posts. I’ll certainly be back to writing drabbles here and there but for the month of June I’m returning to the playlist since those are easier to do and as you have already guessed – everything is a little hectic for me right now. Thanks everyone! 

Benji and Gunther had been dominating on the battlefields that particular afternoon – the pair finally reuniting for a good ole fashion beatdown against some rival teams. The sniper pair were unstoppable, Benji taking aim from high above and picking off his enemies one by one. And should anyone dare to make their way towards the orange pools of ink in hopes to claim that area – they were instantly met with the ruthless Gunther’s barrel, sending their squid forms flying back towards their home base.

How the pair had missed this exhilarating feeling – battling side by side. Gunther had often tried to lure Benji back to the team, vocal about his wishes to fight alongside his best friend. It was the rather quiet Benji who truly couldn’t wait to return, especially after he’d left the agent life behind to find his own path. He needed something constant to return, something fun to keep his mind off the look Lily haunted him with after he abandoned her and the life she helped pave for him with the agents.

“Another win for us!” Gunther roared as his team stepped off the battlefield, claiming a unanimous victory for their final bout for the evening. The other squids all smiled along with their leader, praising the excellent teamwork for a job well done. Benji couldn’t help but grin himself as he followed after them – it was a victory well-deserved. All of their victories were well-deserved. How he missed this. “Looks like the cash is flowing tonight! Who wants to party hard tonight?!”

The other squids hollered at the statement yet Benji’s sudden pause lifted Gunther’s gaze towards his friend…and then towards the newcomer that had stepped forward from the nearby alleyway towards them.

It had been a few weeks at least since the pair of friends had seen Sedi, the Cuttlefish grinning ear-to-ear as they approached the shocked squids. Gunther was quick to wave off the team, stating that they’d catch up later to join the fun. For now, it was clear they were being sought out. And he wasn’t leaving Benji to deal with these agents anymore…they needed to take no for an answer and quit bothering him already.

“Congratulations on an amazing day of victories you two,” Sedi hummed as they came to a halt before the squids, their splatbrella hovering above their silvery, ponytailed tentacles. Gunther’s eyes narrowed upon the Cuttlefish, his arms crossed over his chest as a frown formed on his lips. Benji however, nodded in greeting upon seeing his former teammate. “It is wonderful to see you both in such good spirits. I have missed you lot.”

“Better step off, he’s not going back with you,” Gunther hissed through gritted teeth, Benji turning a glare upon him. “Don’t give me that look. You know exactly why these agents keep coming out of the woodwork wanting to chat with you. They wanna snatch you up again and I’m not gonna let that happen. He left! So step off!”

“Gunther,” Benji spoke up with a hand to his friend’s chest to keep him from starting forward and clocking the Cuttlefish before him. “Stop it please.”

“Oh don’t you worry Gunther. I’m not here to ‘snatch Benji up’ and return him to the agency. He has made his decision and I respect him fully for his choices,” Sedi cooed with a knowing grin, the two squids raising a brow at their approach. “No, I’m actually here to ask if the two of you were interested in doing me a little favor. You see, I need two powerhouse Inklings who could dominate a battlefield to join me for a little get-together I’m having.”

And suddenly, the tables were turned. Gunther’s interest immediately piqued at the request – the thought of showing off his skills on the battlefield yet again nearly sending him into a frenzy. Benji, however, was quick to hold up a hand for an explanation.

“What sort of get-together are you talking about Sedi? If it’s not a sanctioned battle then what exactly are you asking us to volunteer for?” Benji asked, Gunther seeming to pout at his interruption.

“It’s a protected battle – don’t you worry – though I’m afraid the usual audiences you performed for today won’t be around to see your skills firsthand. It’s a more private affair,” Sedi explained. “It’ll be a three-on-three match to test out some new equipment. And who better to show off the new equipment than two powerhouses like yourselves. Besides, you two are rather in sync on the battlefield. I foresee you putting up a great fight.”

At the mention there would be no audience, Gunther’s excitement began to dissipate. “What’s the point on making a splash if no one’s around to see it?”

“There will be folks around to see it, just a handful however. Cale will be in attendance,” Sedi paused a moment, a wicked grin forming on their lips. “And there’s also a chance Lily will be there. I know you’d love to rub it in her face that Benji and you are teamed together again.”

Benji froze at the mention of Lily’s name. He had only seen her a handful of times since he’d left the agency…and none of those meetings were more than a few pleasantries before the pair dashed in separate directions. He recalled how hurt she was when he announced he was quitting being her teammate. Would he get a chance to talk to her that evening?

Gunther, on the other hand, beamed at the thought of bragging to Lily that he’d won Benji’s attention after all. He tossed an arm over Benji’s shoulder and pulled him close, a toothy grin signally his agreement.

“Well what are you waiting for Sedi? Lead the way! We’re in!”

*~Part One End~*