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Wild Onions

Buckle up buttercup this is going to be a wild ride~

"You're my mate." she protested tearfully "I should have tried harder. Done everything. Done anything." Kit bowed her head in shame "And I didn't even think to try." After what happened to his mother, she'd assumed everything about him that made him, him was gone. But she should have tried "I'm so s-sorry that I left you alone when you needed me most."

“You never left me, Kit,” he chided softly, taking her hand into his to kiss them both before placing them over his heart, “you were with me the whole time, right here.”

She gave a little sob curling to lay her head against his chest overwhelmed by emotion. The beads brushing against his fingers from around her wrist gave a little shiver a hairline crack spreading on one of them. The crack grew and grew, just like the ones on her poor battered Soul. It was just too much and she was already too weak, she whisper little apologies over and over before she let out a pained gasp... as her Soul shattered and her body turned to stone in his arms.

The world seemed to tilt on its axis as the woman he loved lay cold and still in his arms, “Kit,” he tried to shake her, but stone does not yield, “this isn’t funny, Kit,” his breathing grew ragged as the reality that his love was gone slowly sank in. Her hands felt like white-hot branding irons over his erratic heart, “No, not like this,” he moaned quietly, “No. No. No. No. No. NO!” the elf’s soft refutes turning into wails of heartwrenching agony and rage.

He was home; they were together, so why? Why was she gone?

It was his fault, he thought brokenly, that goddess may have started it, but he, he was the weak-willed one. He hadn’t been strong enough to stop the possession. He abandoned his mate, leaving her to suffer, letting her broken heart slowly consume her Soul until it was too late.

He was to blame.

Wild magic as turbulent as his emotions rolled off him in waves, tearing at the earth, shredding the slip of paper that rested near them. Though if the silver kitsune siblings were there, Ingall was blind to them in his grief. Leaves trembled, falling from their perches, trunks bowed, and bark cracked, flowers wilted as grass brown; all nature grieved with the Elven King, all felt his loss, all mourned the dear lady who would have been Queen.

Thick brambles sprouted from the earth, winding around the King and his lost love, barring all from disturbing him in what would be a tomb.

He might not have been able to tell if the silver kitsunes were there, but he surely could feel the small hands desperately reaching to fight past the growing bramble "Mama?! P-Papa! PAPA!" Byakko called out, crying in pain as the thorns tore at her cruelly for her attempts that she paid no heed too.

His daughter's cry jolted the elf from his grief; the brambles receded, but he felt his Spirit wavering.

She shifted to her foxxy form to zip between the branches when they widened enough to do so, red streaking her white fur as she scrambled up on him 'D-don't- don't go too Papa.' Byakko pleaded with a little cry with a glance at Kit's stone face. "P-please."

The pain threatened to overwhelm him, taking what was left of his Spirit with it, but he would not let it. He refused to abandon their children. It may have been too late to save his mate, but the children were there and needed him now more than ever. Ingall reached his magic inward with what little strength he had left to brush against the Forest's Soul. The moment his magic touched that ancient power it attempted to consume him. He couldn't tell if he was screaming again or not, but this was a battle he couldn't lose.

Byakko gave little weepy crying noises, both with her voice and her foxxy form. "Hang on." Ginko gritted out wresting her way through the loosening brambles on one side to lay a hang on one of Ingall's shoulder pushing in healing energy. "You are not allowed to go too." Kuko bite out joining from the other side, trying to hold on like an anchor.

The elf once again felt himself changing once again, and strangely felt as if the change drew him closer to the Heart.

Kuko let out a curse as he felt the changes and assumed the worse, a little spark leaping from his fingers in anger. Ginko poured every bit of her energy into him while Bya just chanted a whisper pled for him to stay.

"Ouch!" the elf? cried out,"Dammit that hurts! How is setting me on fire helpful in the slightest!?"

That made all three freeze through Kuko's hand tightened on his shoulder "Well someone had to light a fire under your ass. I thought it might as well be me."

Carefully tucking Bya under his chin, the elf? gently released his hold on Kit’s body and pushed himself free of the bramble, “That’s usually a turn of phrase, not a literal statement,” he quipped, eyes still filled with unimaginable grief and the skin? of his shoulder still smoldering.

His actions unintentionally made a little nest for Kit's stone form to curl up into, almost like she was sleeping. The other two kitsunes stood, Kuko supporting his exhausted sister "It worked though." he snarked back eyeing the... well he wasn't sure he could call him an elf any more.

Ingall's hand came back a little wet from here the brambles had cut into Bya's little self as she tucked in close.

He scowled and immediately began to heal her, though instead of a green light that smelled of fresh herbs, little flowering vines sprouted from his fingertips, and now that he got a good look at his hand, he saw his skin or what had been his skin looked identical to the bark of the Heart, and covered the little fox’s wounds detaching from his fingertips and fall to the earth below when they’d done their duty.

Quite exhausted from her scare she just collapsed against him closing her eyes with a little thanks, not for the healing but for staying.

"Do we... have to be worried about that?" Ginko asked sluggishly gesturing towards him.

As he turned to look at her, the vines and leaves that made up his hair swayed with the movement, “I- No, I don't think there's cause for worry…I don't rightly know what I am at the moment, but I feel much more strongly connected to the Heart.”

"You look strongly connected." Kuko remarked dryly, if only just a little conflicted at that thought. Byakko fidgeted a little as one his leaves tickled her little black nose.

“Care to show me?” Ingall asked. After all, he could only see his hands and a bit of his hair? Well, he thought it was still his hair.

Kuko lifted a hand as he created a mirror from illusion reflecting Ingall's new form.

His jaw dropped. He looked like an elf made from a camphor or, rather, The Camphor.

"I don't think you should leave until we can be sure it's safe." Ginko slurred slightly as her eyes sagged and it was clear that Kuko was the only thing holding her up, the vixen had literally poured every drop of magic in her efforts to keep him with them.

'Papa?' Bya murmured tiredly 'Can I stay? Please?'

“Yes, Little Miss, sleep,” he whispered, stroking her fur, then looked to Kuko before reaching a hand out towards Ginko, “may I try something?”

Byakko murred softly against his throat. A finger pointed at him sternly (well as sternly as a wavering finger could be) "If you... undo all my hard work... I will... jerk a knot in your... heh... nonresistant tail." Ginko uttered the familiar threat clearly punch drunk.

“You can jerk knots into my hair,” he suggested as he rested a hand on her forehead and willed a bit of the Heart’s magic, which he could sense and feel keenly, to restore her strength.

Ginko inhaled sharply as the fur on her tails poofed at the surge of magic and energy. She looked at him with wide and far more alert eyes "Oh dear..."

Ingall jerked his hand back, “too much?” he asked, eyes, the only thing really the same about him, darting over her in concern.

"Not too much, per se, but a lot." Ginko murmured pulling from Kuko's hold on her as she looked between him and the Heart "I think you are much more connected to the Heart than you might have thought... that felt just as it does invoking it's power."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, “come again?”

The two silver haired kitsunes looked at each other in silent communication. Kuko nodded and headed away from them shifting into his larger true form. His eyes glowed as he growled lowly before he pulled magic from the heart to strengthen all the wards around the mountain at once, a feat that took tremendous energy which the former elf felt pull from his very center before Kuko finished folding to the ground tired from being used as a conduit. "Did you feel that?" Ginko asked looking at Ingall intently.

Ingall rubbed at his chest, “Yes, yes I did-” he cut himself off before cursing in elfish, as just exactly what he was now dawned on him, “I’m a Stars damned dryad!”

Byakko shifted against him with a little chitter of protest at his loud swearing.

"And you're connected to the Heart..." Ginko's fingers touched her fingers to her mouth at the implications as her brother succulently finished as he shifted back "He practically is the Heart." he rubbed at his temples.

After apologising for disturbing Bya, he ran a hand over his face, “why is nothing ever simple?” he asked, looking up at the sky.

"Because life isn't simple." Ginko lightly placed a hand on his shoulder in sympathy. She offered him a sad but kind smile "You should rest." her eyes drifted to Kit's curled form in the nest of brambled pressed against the Heart's truck. "Would you like me to stay here with you?"

The dryad’s grief seemed to make him wilt, “Yes,” he murmured softly.

She gently led him and Bya a little further on the other side of the trunk. Ginko looked to Kuko "You go make sure the others don't come here yet either."

He nodded looking uncertain before confessing "I do not know what to tell them."

“The truth,” Ingall choked, “neither them will take kindly to being coddled. The longer we wait, the more it will hurt. Take Tum to Tamashii, I won't-” he took a breath as tears pooled in his eyes, “I can’t answer the questions that will come, not yet.”

Kuko gave the el-dryad a nod before he turned and left the glen. Ginko gingerly wrapped her arm around him coaxing him to rest against her careful not to dislodge Byakko "I am sorry Cousin, for all our sakes." she murmured sadly feeling his heartache.

He did so, thankful for the kind touch and comfort as he grieved.

Time and tears passed. It was hard on them all, but they pulled together to support the other. Ingall and the children often visited Kit in her bed of eternal flowers, kept blooming year round by her loving mate.

Decades maybe even centuries passed peacefully and Ingall got to watch his children blossom and grow just as his flowers did. Over time a young sapling had started to grow near the Heart, growing and growing into a proper tree of it's own. But more importantly it seemed to flow magic like the Heart, slowly growing stronger and stronger.... as Ingall's and the Heart grew weaker.

It was dying and... so was he.

One day he closed his eyes for the last time. When he next opened them he felt better than ever floating in a realm of warm light, heart pounding as the voice he'd longed for most sang out from behind him-

"Charmer~"

~Final Fin~

True End

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