#it's really quite frightning

[celestialhole]

Tyr my love-

Ivy is part giant and part god, like Tyr

She is 7'9 because I'm not about that y/n 5'5 crap.

She and Tyr have been friends since they were children and ever since they were kids she had been tallest of the two.

So imagine the look on her face when she came back to a 8'5 foot Tyr-

Ever since they were kids Ivy was always so protective of Tyr, even now she is would always spar or get into needless fights with Thor as kids.

Ivy always wanted to become a Valkyrie, entirely because she wanted wings

Their duo in a nutshell

Ivy: Someone will die tonight

Tyr: Of fun!

Ivy: You can’t make everybody like you. You’re not Tyr.

Mimir: not everyone likes Tyr.

Ivy: who doesn’t like Tyr?

Mimir: well-

Ivy: Names. Now. Give me their names.

As teens, Tyr would spar with Valkyries or Thor Ivy would watch from afar with literal hearts in her eyes

When Tyr would get into an actual fight and not even break a sweat

she'd just stand there like "well shit"

meanwhile Thor is standing next to her

looking back and forth at her and Tyr once he finally got the message

he started laughing so fucking much

The closer they started to reach adulthood the less they would see each other

Ivy's family was in need of a lot of assistance and the more loss there was the more closed off she was with Asgard and Tyr.

It wasn't until it had become a year that they hadn't seen each other, which made Tyr very worried and in a bit of a panic.

He asked Mimir and Odin if they could search for her.

Odin: You really care for her dont ya son

Mimir: Well why wouldn't he? They've been friends for quite a long time now.

Odin: Hm, I'll see into it. (he really didn't)

Two months later Odin had figured out what Ivy was and her not so distance future

Let's just say he made sure she wouldn't return to the nine realms. (mans scared her off to a whole 'nother pantheon)

Odin had to tell Tyr that she wasn't coming back and that she abandoned him and Asgard for her own adventures.

"Why didn't she at least tell me?" Tyr's voice slightly cracked, cleary he was very upset about this news

"I'm sorry son, she just- when i looked at her it was clear she showed no interest in coming back".

Tyr looked down slowly trying to process all of this, Odin stepped foward to his tall son and pulled him into his room where he would comfort him.

Tyr silently wept in his room all night while Ivy trembled in a dark cave alone.

Still not believing the words that came out of Odin's mouth

Odin threatened her that he would kill Tyr if she ever stood foot in the nine realms again

He seemed calm and collected even after murdering her two sisters, he also seemed somewhat frightned.

That wasn't what haunted her mind all night. No, what really baffled her was the fact he was willing to kill his own, because of what?

Why did he hate her so much that he felt the need to murder not only her sisters but his own son just to keep her out of the nine realms?

Suppose she would never get that answer out of him, considering he was finally dead now.

Do yall want more of this? I genuinely need to know so I can at least get a sprinkle of motivation

#tyr god of war #god of war ragnarok #god of war #gow tyr #god of war tyr #Tyr x oc #gow #gow odin #gow mimir #gow thor

[harrydracompreg]

Fic: You’re Alive (R)

Title: You're Alive Author: Anonymous Prompt: WARNING: Rape/non-con, Physical Abuse It was a cold dead night at the Auror Department, when a terribly frightned blonde boy comes in, stuttering and mumbling that his dad might be dead. The only Aurors doing the night shift that day were Harry and Ron. Scorpius was crying while he asked for help, his pregnant dad was in danger and in the verge of death because of his other father beating him into a pulp. They go to save Draco, finding him already fainted and after his recovery at St Mungo's Scorpius and Draco don't have anywhere to stay at. I guess you can say Harry really does have a hero complex. Rating: R Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Epilogue Compliant: No Who is pregnant: Draco Notes: Thank you to my beta, cbg, who put in the work on this fic and at super speed🏃 Every fix - comma, dash, or otherwise - was hella appreciated🥰 I had been quite jazzed with the prompt for this fic, then at about 20k got stuck and uninspired, so thank you sooooooo much to T for reading my work while it was still riddled with errors (Bless that strength). Your vibe check and suggestions were paramount to me feeling satisfied this fic at its completion💖😘 And of course, thank you to the mods for helping me out and the lovely friend who put me onto fic fests 😁💕 Summary: The most boring shift in the world, filled with Muggle car ride games to pass the time, was interrupted by a tow-head boy begging for help to save his papa and ultimately changed Harry's life from there on out. For the better, of course. You're Alive

#2022 hdmpregfest #fest: mpreg fest 2022 #2022 mpreg fest #drarrympreg #pregnant!draco #warnings #drarry fic

[dinosaursmate]

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#to preface this isn't a brag or anything like that lol #but #i have over 25k kudos across all my fics #I know there's gonna probs be a lot of people who have read multiple fics so that's not 25k PEOPLE #but to think that 25k times someone has hit the kudos button on one of my fics #if i think about the capacity of the o2 arena that's 20k #and when i think of it in terms like that #it's really quite frightning #lmao

[mordegons-betrothed-of-shadows]

But how do you approach people that look like High priest Hargon and King Baramos without being scared of them? They look frightning, no I don't mean insult like I mean powerfully and unhuman like.

I’ve never been afraid of anyone because of their appearances before......and I don’t pay much attention to appearances just in general. That’s why a lot of people say I’m very innocent/naive and stuff. I do tend to have a very innocent view of just..........all things in general.

I think my parents are scary, but Teepeewah or Blah-sama have never seemed scary to me. I guess it just depends on the type of person you are?

I brought one friend to meet Teepeewah before and he ran off screaming when he saw him XDDD (and also quit being my friend after that), soooo yeah. I guess people are just different in what they see as frightening or intimidating. Sorry if I don’t really know the answers to that. > .>;;

[cyrusharlow]

All in on a pair of Queens

“I thought we were friends, Marls.” Dorcas’s voice cracked slightly. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes.

“Fuck you, Dorcas.” Both of Marlene’s cheeks glistened with tears now. “You thought we were friends?

This is a little excerpt from a Dorlene fic I wrote! It’s friendly then frightning then right back to fluff, and it’s all around a good read if I do say so myself. The whole thing is right under the cut and is just over 2k words long. Please, enjoy!

“Flush beats three of a kind, spoils go to Sirius.” With a grunt, James complied with Remus’s command and shoved the pile of candy in the middle of the table towards Sirius. The latter just grinned; James had taught the whole group the rules of poker, so he couldn’t stand losing to his friends – especially to Sirius, who made a point of being an ass about it every round James didn’t win. All five players – yes, five: Sirius had convinced Lily, Dorcas, and Marlene to play as well – returned their hands to Remus, the dealer for the evening. Remus didn’t like gambling, but he liked mathematics, so dealing cards was a favourite way of his to spend time with his friends when they played cards to unwind.

“Do, you’re the small blind,” Remus began another round. “James, that makes you big blind.” Dorcas’s head swivelled at the mention of her name. She had been balancing a Bertie Botts bean on her nose ever since she folded last round. She saw Remus putting down the community cards face-down and patiently waited for the round to start while everyone stared at her.

“Why’s everyone looking at me?”

“You’re the small blind.” Remus answered.

“Right… What does that entail again? Do I match Marlene’s bet? Or increase it?” No one at the table had betted yet, but observable facts hadn’t stopped Dorcas’s conclusions before. Remus rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed slightly.

“No, that’s big blind. Small blind puts down the starting bet.” Dorcas put the bean that had just fallen from her nose in the middle of the table.

“Not that one! We all saw you drop it on the floor a minute ago!” Sirius protested. Dorcas turned to Remus with an offended look on her face.

“I’ll allow it,” Remus responded. James began muttering in protest, but Sirius interrupted before he could say anything:

“Stay out of it, James, you’re not going to win it anyway.”

“Yeah James, my bean is none of your business!” Dorcas laughed.

“And it is his business?” James gestured at Sirius with a questioning look directed towards Dorcas.

“Oh, good times!” Sirius exclaimed, looking up dramatically as if he were in a stage play. “Good times indeed,” he continued, “when I was entitled to Do’s bean!” Lily smacked him on his back in Dorcas’s defence.

“Behave, Sirius! And don’t go blowing your own horn, I happen to know you weren’t as good at bean-related activities as you are at poker.” James and Remus burst out laughing. Marlene sighed and stood up.

“I’m going out for a smoke, play a round without me.” Remus nodded and took her cards back. Marlene had been a bit quiet all evening; this was the first time she’d spoken since a few rounds ago.

“I’ll come with you,” Dorcas said, also standing up. “Same goes for me, Moony.” She tossed her hand of cards towards Remus’s side of the table.

“You’ve already bet, Do,” Remus replied. “If you walk away now, you forfeit your bet for this round.”

“Oh, sure. Give the bean to Sirius so he can practice” she said laughingly. As she followed Marlene to the balcony, she heard Sirius defending his skills in bean-related activities, stating loudly that he didn’t need practice at all.

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Marlene took out a cigarette from her case and put it in her mouth, lighting the tip with a small flame from her wand while protecting it from the wind with her free hand. She breathed out a cloud of smoke over the railing, looking down at the courtyard of the school below. Without looking, she held out the case of cigarettes to Dorcas behind her.

“No thanks, I quit smoking.” Dorcas replied. Marlene didn’t lift her head.

“Oh? When did that happen?”

“Last week, James caught me out of breath at training and I realized it was the cigs. Shit’s bad for you, Marls.” Marlene hummed, as if she agreed, before taking another puff and letting the smoke flow out through her nose. Hogwarts rules technically forbade smoking, but the teachers had stopped enforcing the rule when students had turned to experimenting with homemade spells to mask the scent and smoke. Madam Pomfrey had promptly decided that she’d rather treat a few asthma attacks than a whole legion of students who had accidentally made their cigarettes explode in their face.

Dorcas sat on the railing with her back facing the edge, her feet hooked around the carved stone posts of the balustrade. She looked at Marlene – who had not looked at her for the entire evening as far as she knew – and tried to form a sentence, but couldn’t find the proper words.

“You don’t have to come out with me if you’re not gonna smoke, Do.”

“I never came out here to smoke with you.” Dorcas fidgeted with the lowest button of her quidditch jacket.

“What?” Marlene turned her gaze towards Dorcas, confused by what she had just said. “We used to smoke together like every day, what are you on about?” Dorcas didn’t look back at her.

“I never came out here to smoke with you, I came out here to be with you.” They were both quiet for a minute.

“Oh. Thanks, I guess.” Marlene turned her head away again.

“What’s going on with you, Marls?”

“Hm?”

“All day you’ve been quiet – hell, you haven’t been yourself in a week.” Marlene didn’t reply. Dorcas sighed. “Look – if you don’t wanna talk about it, just say so, but it feels like there’s something wrong.” Neither of them spoke for a while. Marlene lit another cigarette.

“I don’t know if I want to talk.”

“Well, I’m here if you do. And you know I’m not smart enough to take legilimency like you, so you’ll have to use your words.” Marlene chuckled slightly. Legilimancy was not taught at Hogwarts, being considered a form of malicious magic, but she did take an extra credit class in occlumency. Dorcas had often confused the two, and it had become an in-joke between the two of them.

“It’s good to hear you laugh.”

“It’s good to laugh.” They were quiet again. It was Dorcas who broke the silence after a while.

“Wanna head back inside?”

“Not really. You can go if you want.” Marlene rested her head on the hand with her cigarette in it, her elbow leaning on the railing.

“Nah, I’ll stay with you. Got to be there for my girl, you know?” Dorcas laughed and playfully punched Marlene in the shoulder.

“Don’t, Dorcas.” Marlene didn’t laugh.

“Oh, sorry. Did I hurt you?”

“No – well, yes, but it’s not about you punching me.” Dorcas was visibly confused.

“What’s it about then?”

“Stop calling me your girl.”

“Wh-”

“In fact, Do, stop leaning on me on the couch, stop winking at me in the hallways and stop asking me to be your date to parties as a joke.” Marlene had turned around and Dorcas could see a tear running down her cheek.

“I don’t- But-”

“What?” Marlene raised her voice slightly.

“I thought we were friends, Marls.” Dorcas’s voice cracked slightly. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes.

“Fuck you, Dorcas.” Both of Marlene’s cheeks glistened with tears now. “You thought we were friends? You don’t get to lead me on for a year and then decide we’re just friends.”

“Lead you on? I never- I mean I-”

“You never meant to?” She paused. “I was so fucking happy when you got with Sirius, because I thought I wouldn’t have to waste another night crying over you.” She sniffed. “But you guys broke up, and I came out to you because I was naïve and stupid, and you played me like a fucking fiddle.”

“I don’t get it,” Dorcas cried. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s been a year, Do. A year since I came out to you and started trying to get you to notice me. Last week marked the official anniversary and I decided I’m done. I’m done with your friendship if it means you getting my hopes up and letting me down again. I’m done letting you string me along, Dorcas.” She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “The only question I have left is why. Why, Do? Why not just tell me no and be done with it?” Dorcas’s mouth hung wide open.

“Because I’m in love with you, you fucking idiot.” Dorcas jumped down from the fence to face Marlene. Now it was Marlene’s turn to be completely dumbfounded.

“You’re- Wh-”

“Why do you think I broke up with Sirius? Because you made me realize I like girls!”

“Why didn’t you just say so?”

“Because you told me you weren’t attracted to me when you came out!”

“That’s just something people say when they come out!” Had someone been watching from inside, they would have seen the two of them yelling at each other with tears streaming down their faces. The balcony doors had been hexed with a silencing charm, though, so the people finishing up their game of poker at the table inside did not hear a thing.

“So you do like me then?” Dorcas yelled at the top of her lungs, seeming more frustrated by the fight than relieved by the good news.

“Of course I do!” Marlene shouted back, equally worked up and seemingly angry. “You’re fucking gorgeous, why wouldn’t I?” They stopped yelling and stared at each other, both breathing heavily. Dorcas swallowed and scraped her throat.

“Where does this leave us, Marls?” Her voice was quiet now, but she sounded no less upset. No, not upset; Dorcas almost sounded scared, like someone about to receive bad news.

“I don’t know, Do.” Marlene chuckled a bit. “How about you call me your girl again, but you mean it this time?” She sniffled and let out a small laugh. Dorcas returned a smile and wiped her eyes with the cuff of her jacket sleeve.

“D- Do you mean you want to-” The words couldn’t find their way out of her throat.

“Oh shut up and kiss me, Do,” Marlene cut in, stepping forward and softly pressing her lips against Dorcas’s. It was a soft kiss, but a lively one; their lips interlocked and they stood there for what felt like minutes, first not moving at all, then both of them – Marlene first, followed by a cautious but increasingly comforted Dorcas – slowly leaning into the kiss.

“That was nice” Dorcas said quietly, when they finally pulled back a bit and could look each other in the eyes again. Marlene hummed in agreement. They were embracing; Dorcas’s hands had found their way onto Marlene’s lower back, Marlene’s were on Dorcas’s neck.

“I’m a bit cold,” Marlene said, “Could I have your jacket for a bit?” Marlene was in fact wearing her own jacket, a leather one, which kept her at a very nice temperature.

“This one?” Dorcas looked down at her varsity quidditch jacket. “But your aesthetic? And it’s not even that cold out so I don’t-” Marlene smiled at her silently. “Oh.” Dorcas realized the request for her jacket had very little to do with temperature. “Of course you can wear it. Anything for my girl.” She began to take off her jacket and Marlene met her with a quick peck on the lips.

“Thanks, babe.” The jacket was a little big for Marlene, but she didn’t mind. It was warm, and it smelled of Dorcas, and above all, it was a reminder that things were good now. Marlene stepped away from Dorcas and faced the balcony, lifting two fists into the air. “Woo!” she yelled in glee. Dorcas watched her and smiled, joining her at the balustrade while some student – most likely a confused Ravenclaw – cheered back from the balcony across the courtyard.

“If we work together, do you think we’ll have an advantage over Sirius?” Dorcas put her arm around Marlene’s shoulder, and Marlene rested her head against Dorcas’s neck.

“You really don’t get poker, do you?”

“Not really, no. I just like the candy and the prospect of beating Sirius.” Marlene let out a small giggle.

“Dorcas?”

“Hm?”

“Are we like- you know, girlfriend and girlfriend now? Or are we still just friends?” Dorcas pulled back a bit to look Marlene in the eyes and lifted her eyebrows.

“Would you like to be? My girlfriend, that is?”

“I would. I’d like that a lot.”

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That’s all, folks! Thanks for reading my work, be sure to leave a like (or even reblog this post) if you enjoyed the story. Thanks to @w0tchermarauders and @stuff-of-pi (as well as some of my non-tumblr friends) for proofreading! As mentioned in the moodboard post, an rp thread featuring them based on this fic is in the works. Hope to see you there!

#All in on a pair of Queens #my fic #hp fic #marauders era #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #dorlene #also mentioned are #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #lily evans #fluff #angst #poker #smoking #smoking tw #gambling tw #yes i have unconvential headcanons for these two ladies #you can either deal with it in peace or help me fix my mess of a universe #either is fine #w0tchermarauders #stuff-of-pi

[cconcerned]

Character Development Questions: Hard Mode:

Character:

Amai

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Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

Her brother, Trey. He is only 5 months older than her

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

Good, her mother was always an supporting mother, always there for her.

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Not as good as with her mother. Amai always had an difficult relationship with him, but they can talk to eachother, but dont have any intrests what so ever

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

Yeah. The first time they went to their new country, that they are in now, her brother, Trey, had began to smelt. Being an icecream and all. It was quite frightning as she heard her brother yell from pain. Even tough he made itout alive and is happy, she is still traumatized

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

A pen, an notebook, gloves, phone, and some candy

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

Most of the themes are about the cold, and her past country

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

As said before, the near death of her brother still haunts her dreams.

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

She is too scared to even consider holding an gun

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

When she was younger, she mostly believed that the poeple she knew and loved, could be gone the next day without any trace. That lead to constant fear. She tried cheering herself up with thinking of what would happen after death, and it helped. Alot.

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

More, it makes her feel at home more

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

Her near brothers death, and the discovery of Robin

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

Shes nearly always calm, hard to choose one

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Not by blood, but by dripping of candles, water, slime, ect.

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

Faces, she is intrested in all the different type of body types and facial structures poeple could have around the world.

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

Material possesion, she never liked money all that much

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

Happiness, she just wants the best for all the poeple she knows

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

An half broken stick. its weird, i know, but it would make her feel even more protected. Ready to face the world

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

Both. She is inspired by the ambition poeple can give and the wisdom poeple can get.

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

Envy, alot of envy.

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

‘‘I’m happy they are more happy’‘

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

Caused it. As said 10 times before, she and her family were the ‘cause’ of her brothers near death. 

What does your character like in other people?

Confidence, logical, optimistic

What does your character dislike in other people?

Too much pride. Basically. She doesnt like poeple who always think ‘’Im WAAAYYY better than everyone else 24/7!’’

How quick is your character to trust someone else?

Very quickly. She had grown a bond with nearly everyone she had met in her life. Also shes a bit clingy

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

Pretty quickly. She wants to make sure not only her feelings, but also the ones of her friends are in well being.

How does your character behave around children?

Excited. She had played with childeren before back in her country, so it reminds her of home.

How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

Crying. Crying. Crying. Apologizing 100 times

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

Quick. She learned to have a quick defense so that ice bears, or other animals in her old country wouldnt hurt her.

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

She dreamed of being an movie star. like the ones from the tv shows that were actually animated but she didnt know ssshhhh. Never became one cri

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

Nudety

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

Cold, snowing, fire place on, lights on, under blankets, hot chocolate winter nights

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

Running in her clothes in the hot summer, or going on vacation to an relaly hot place.

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

willing to improve, wants the best out of the best

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

Keep trying. This idea fills you with Determination!

How does your character behave around people they like?

Pretty energretic and open. usually greeting them with immediatly jumping on their backs. Especially with her boyfriend Rusk.

How does your character behave around people they dislike?

Silent threatment

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

Defending their honor

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

wants the best, so remove a problem/threat

Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

Her camp was attacked by an ice bear when she was younger, got bitten, and infected. Still has the scar but doesnt remember anything.

How does your character treat people in service jobs?

Nicely, she knows they just want the best just like her, so she has respect

Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

She feels like she must earn it first, like an video game.

Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Not really

Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

Her old best friend, Cyclis

How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

Hard. If she is in something romantic, she gets really flustered and shy, hiding her head in her jacket

What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

Amai believes that poeple just chill with their lost ones for awhile in heaven, and then be reincarnated as someone new

Base not owned by me

#Oc #Challenge #Questions #original character #character

[cheap-wynos]

I think I got out of the drug scene like at a good time. I might the odd time be tempted to indulge but I hung about with somebody who I was friends with 5 years ago and they havent really stopped and I saw her hit like the most insane drug fueled paranoia in my life. It was really actually quite frightning, like if I was still friends with that group for all this time I would be a total mess. I mean Im a mess but I am not that bad at all 😵

[theburbplane]

Chapter 1 - The truth must be told

I woke up to find that It was dark because the fire had died and there was no light outside other than that from the moon and the stars. I poked the fire revealing the hot coal and put some small pieces of wood onto it then I blew it until a small flame came. Nothing ever good comes from the dark.

I then heard a screech, the sound was so high pitched that my ears began to ache, it grew louder and louder.

Chills began to go up my spine. I've never heard a sound like that before.

"What is that?" I said to myself. I decided to look outside to find out what it would be. I saw something move in the shadows. The screeching stopped and everything was silent.

"Mom?" I called, turning away from the window. No  one answered. "Mom!" I croaked as I began to freak out realising I was Home Alone.

I went to the front door to lock it and as I got to it, the door's nob moved but I quickly turned the key and started slowly moving backwards, not taking my eyes off the door. My heart started racing.

"Lily." A voice called from behind the door. The sound of its voice was alluring. "Come to me." It ordered. It's voice was dark, something not from here, not human. I went behind the bookcase because the door began to open by itself and icy breeze entered the room and blew the flames from the fire out. It became quite dark but you could see the outlines of objects.

I got up from behind the bookshelf and  started moving towards the door because of the fact that I had lost compelete control of my body, I tried to fight it but It didn't work. I reached the door and saw the fingure of a Huge Shadow-Like Dog that everyone warns you about. I wanted to scream but my lips wouldn't move. It was as if it was feeding off my fear and using it against me.

It's eyes bored into mine and I tried to move my eyes away but it stopped me. It's eyes were dark and empty, as if it had no soul.

"I've finally found you." I heard it say inside my mind.

"You are not welcome here." I said in my mind.

"I can do whatever I want. Even take over your soul." It's voice got angry. "I am a shadow, You cannot stop me, human."

There were footsteps, someone was running towards us.

"Get away from her!" I heard someone yell. It turned and slowly moved towards where the noise came from.

"Get away you DEMON!" They yelled louder.

I heard the sound of a blade moving through the air abd then there was a yelp. I felt my body again and the fire came a light. I immediatly closed the door and put on some more candles to make the room lighter.

The door opened again for I forgot to close it but this time, thankfully, it was my mother that came through the door.She turned, closed the door.

"Mom?" I noticed the two blades with strange markings that were covered with black blood that she placed against the wall. "Were you the one who killed the Shadow?" I asked.

"Yes."

"How though?"

"With these." She picked up the blades. "You cannot kill it with a normal blade as it's a Shadow and has no physical form."

"Oh, what are those markings."

She sighed. "Look, my love, I know you deserve answers but this is not the time and definatly not the place."

"butiwannaknow." I said in a small voice.

She gave me a glare. "Do not talk back to me."

"Sorry mom." I looked down at the floor.

"You're not hurt, are you?" She placed the blades down and came towards me. She looked at my arm.

I pult it away. "I'm fine mom."

"Is your father here?" She changed the subject.

"Him and Augustus -"

The door opened.

Micheal and Augustus came inside.

"Perfect timing." She said.

"Hi." Augustus said to me. He smiled and waved.

"Please help me with this, son." My father said as he held the one side of the table.

"Sure." Augustus said whilst picking up the other side of the table.

"Thanks."

They moved it infront of the door.

He ran over to us and hugged us.

He let go of us.

"Let's go somewhere safer." My dad said.

She nodded. "Yes, to the basement." She turned to face Augustus. "Augustus, Please can you go and grab some candles."

"Okay." He went to the cabinet and took as many as he could.

"Thank you, dear." My mother smiled at him.

"Pleasure, ma'am." He said smiling back

My father opened the door to the basement and we all went inside.

He locked the door with a key.

"They've found her." He said.

"What?" My mother's face became dark.

"The Shadow's. They're here." He said.

"They never come this far South." She held me tighter.

"I know." He looked at us. "We need to go."

"Wait." Augustus said. "What about me?"

My mother and father looked at each other.

They both nodded

"You'll come with us." My father said.

"I'll explain later right now is not the time." My father said.

"We need to go through a portal, There is no way we can leave without it spotting us."  My mother said.

"Yes that is true." My father replied.

They joined both hands and started whispering strange words, they said it in sync, I couldn't make out what it was, It was in an ancient language called 'Certer' It was the language of the centurion, I have never tried to learn it as it was extremly difficult.

"Ex strem mana tore enla berdien centurion." Both of them repitadly kept saying it until a light appeared between them. They let go of each others hands and a portal appered.

The door bursted open and more shadows came in.

"Jump!" My father yelled. "I'll hold it off!"

We did as we were told and jumped in.

~*~

I woke up in a bed inside what looked like a palace bedroom. My head was really sore. I saw my mother by my side.

"Mom?" I said my voice was shaky and soft. I moved my hand to hers.

She looked up her eyes were red, her hair was messy and She was completely strained.

"Are you feeling okay?" She asked in a motherly tone. Searching my eyes for an answer.

"Yes, Why what's wrong?" I asked curiously.

"Don't you remember?" Her eyes widened.

"Um, Something was trying to take me?" I yawned. "

She smilied but didn't respond. She was hiding something I could see it in her eyes. A few minutes passed until my father walked in and sat on the bed.

"I think you deserve some explinations." He said as he sat down ,frowning.

"I sure do." I replied whilst crossing my arms

"What would you like to know?" He asked in a very serious tone.

"Where am I really from?" I asked saying the really, slowly.

"Well your from here, Kulun mountians" He said back as if it was something casual.

I read about Kulun mountians, It's the ancient place, The mountians are extremly high, the clouds hide them and only a Centurion can get there, It's also where the queen of the centurions lived with her loyal subjects but since she's been dead they have abanded it.

"So am I a Centurion?" I asked curiously.

"No you are not, your a halfling. You are both a human and Centurion." He said looking directly into my eyes.

I frowned. "So is mom a fairie and your a centurion?" I asked.

"Uhm well you see ,we love you so much don't forget that. We aren't your parents-" I interrupted him.

"WHAT?"  I said, my voice was croaky.

"Let me finish, You are queen 'Adalinds' daughter,  You have royal blood flowing through your veins and royal powers." He said that really slowly so that I didn't miss anything.

"So then who are you?" I asked once again another question.

"We are your guardians, We are angels sent from Archangel Micheal to protect you from any harm or threat, We were given this task because we have been with you from the start. We watched you being born into this world, We watched you take your first steps-" I interrupted him.

"Why did you watch me? I surely remember it was you who helped me take my first steps." I said to him.

"No we had to earse all of your memories with your mother or father because it was a threat to everyone, They would find you." He said that with fear.

"Who would find me?" I asked a little frightend.

He pursed his lips "The Ice wolf King."  He said, He had no emotion. That word brought chills up me spine.

The Ice wolf King has never been seen by anyone, Maybe they saw him but they were killed right then and there. They say that he is a werewolf just like the others. No one has seen him in either of those forms.

"Why would he want me?" I asked freaking out.

"We will have to ask the elders." He said frowning. "I really don't like to talk about it, I'm to pure for such evil."

He helped me out of the bed. I stumbeld a little and definatly felt light headed, I got up to fast. I sat down again and got up five seconds later.

"Are you okay?" He asked in concern.

"I am now." I replied and held my head. "Um is there any clothes other than a robe for me?" I asked looking down at my clothes.

"Oh." He observed me. "I will ask a maid, now one second." He said holding his hand up. "I will be back soon sit down." He said in a protective voice.

He walked out of the room and closed the door. Now that I am up I can see the floral patterns on the bed, these look familiar. I got up and walked around the room and saw a window, I went to it to see what was outside. I was very high off the ground, We were in Kulun Mountians. This place was supposed to be abonded, wasn't  it?

~*~

I heard knocking on the door. It echoced throughout the room.

"Come in." I said to whoever it was.

A lady in a neat blue dress with a white apron walked in she was holding a beautiful frost dress and some shoes ,which I guessed was mine. She walked towards me and layed the dress on the bed and put the shoes next to it.

"Thank you." I said to her smiling.

"My pleasure your majesty." She replied and smilied

Majesty? Oh yes I'm basically the heir to the kingdom. That isn't frightning at all.

"What is your name?" I asked curiously.

"It's Mary ,I haven't seen you for so long." She replied and looked at me.

"I'm sorry but I don't remember, my memory was wiped." I said that with shame.

I sat down on the bed and she sat down next to me.

"It's fine dear, We all know about that, It was for everyones safety." She said whilst rubbing my back.

"I know." I looked at her. "Well it's nice meeting you ..again, I think I should get dressed." I said to her and she walked out of the room to give me privacy.

I pulled on my dress and put my shoes on. I looked in the mirror

"What the heck?!" I said out loud.

I started observing myself, my hair has gone white from brown, my eyes have gone to ice blue from brown and my skin has gone from tan to a pale white.

~*~

I heard someone knock on the door.

"Come in." I said whilst still observing myself.

The person came in. It was my 'father'. I don't know his actual name.

"Oh my." He said and put a hand over his mouth. "The spell is wearing off." He said that taking his hand away from his mouth.

"What spell?" I asked.

"Oh we had to protect you, change your identity and conceal your powers." He said whilst observing me.

"But centurions don't look like this." I said whilst gesturing at myself.

"We should go and meet the elders now." He said grabbing my hand and pulling me.

"Yes, we should." I said back to him.

#the untold story of lily's life #why did i write this #a story i will never finish