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bcbdrums · 4 years

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Legacy

I have written fanfiction for Frozen 2. Just a tiny oneshot. There are spoilers, I repeat, there ARE spoilers. Fic under the cut.

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"Grandpa?" young Anniken asked, her cloak swaying as she shyly stepped up next to the elderly man. "What's everyone doing? Why is everyone so happy?"

Guss shifted his girth on his cane and looked down at his tiny granddaughter, so slight in stature at the tender age of four that he scarcely felt her weight leaning against his leg.

"Today is one of the most important holidays in Arendelle," Guss replied, peering down into her curious eyes. "It is Dagelsa."

"What's Dagelsa?"

"The day Arendelle was saved from Runeard's Flood."

"Runeard's Flood?" Anniken asked, gripping his pant leg as her eyes grew wider.

Guss chuckled. "Come with me to the castle. Your mother and father will meet us there later for the celebration. And on the way I'll tell you what happened."

Anniken tugged on her grandfather's pant leg again. "Did you see it?"

"Yes. It was a day that I will never forget."

"Pick me up, Grandpa!" Anniken cried, stretching her arms skyward.

"Oh, Anniken..." Guss sighed, but he couldn't resist her bright smile. He slowly bent and reached with one of his arms until she could grab his hand. "Hold tight," he said, and swung her up in one motion into his other arm. She was so small and he so big, that she fit in the crook of only one arm. "Now don't let go. Grandpa needs his other hand for his cane."

"Why do you need a cane, Grandpa?"

"My leg was injured during the war against the Southern Isles. But I thought you wanted to hear about Dagelsa?"

"Yes! Tell me about the flood," she said, hugging him 'round the neck.

Guss rested his cheek against her head and smiled. He never could resist anything his granddaughter requested of him. He leaned more heavily on his cane as they began the journey from the town square to the castle.

"Back then, my hair was as dark as yours," he said. Anniken reached up to smooth down his thin, white hair before settling her arm around his neck again. "And it began with the anger of the spirits."

"Spirits?"

"Yes, little one. The four spirits of wind and water, and of earth and flame."

"Where did they come from?"

"I don't know. We had never bothered with them before, because they had never bothered with us. But one night they became angry, and attacked our city with their great magic."

Anniken's curious eyes began to grow fearful, and Guss cleared his throat.

"But...only enough to send us out of the city. They extinguished the flames and shook the ground, and blew a mighty wind."

"Did the water spirit cause the great flood?"

"No. That came much later. We fled the city and remained there," Guss turned and pointed beyond the castle up to the high cliff. "The trolls cared for us while we waited for answers."

"When do I get to meet the trolls? Áki already got to."

Guss smiled. "When you're older."

"That's what Mama says," Anniken grumbled.

"And she's right. You are far too young to play with them. I was too young when we were sheltering from the spirits, and I was nearly ten."

A swirl of autumn leaves blew past and Guss stumbled, leaning more heavily against his cane until the gale passed by.

"We waited for days that came and went like any other, except for being displaced from our homes. The spirits had gone silent after that night they attacked."

"Was it our home, Grandpa?"

"Yes. The house we live in now was my house when I was a child."

"So the spirits didn't destroy it?"

"No little one. Later we learned they had only been trying to warn us to get out of the city, because they knew about the flood."

They entered the castle courtyard where blue and white flags adorned every pole, each bearing the silhouette of a woman and a snowflake. And across from the fountains stood two tall statues where crowds had gathered.

"Put me down, Grandpa! Put me down!"

"Okay," Guss said, gratefully leaning forward until his granddaughter could slide safely off of his arm.

Once her feet hit the ground she ran toward the smaller of the two crowds and began pushing through the people to get to the statue. Guss increased his pace as Anniken disappeared from his sight until he reached the fringe of the gathering. Aged though he was, his taller-than-typical stature helped him spot his tiny granddaughter leaning against the pedestal that bore the two figures.

"Who are they, Grandpa?" she asked as he made his way through the crowd.

"That is King Agnarr and Queen Iduna when they were children," he answered with a smile.

"What were they like?" Anniken asked, staring up at the stone figures.

"I don't know. They died years before I was born. But my grandfather told me Arendelle prospered under their rule."

Anniken ran back to her grandfather and embraced his leg.

"She's Northuldra."

"Yes, she is."

"When do I get to go meet the Northuldra? Áki already got to go with Mama last year."

"It's too long to travel for you, little one."

"Can't we just take the train?"

"The trains can't run over the cliffs. The only way to the Northuldra is by reindeer."

"I can do it!"

Guss's smile faded for the first time. "It will have to wait until you're older."

"But I want to meet my cousins..." Anniken said, sniffling.

"I know Anniken. But with your father working during the summer, it is simply too hard a journey for your mother with you and your brother."

Guss saw tears beginning to pool in his granddaughter's eyes and tried to think of a distraction.

"Do you want to hear about the flood?"

In a flash, the young girl's sadness was forgotten and she looked up at her grandfather with excited eyes.

"Yes! What happened?"

"We didn't find out the true cause until later, but I remember hearing the rush of water from a distance. And then voices shouting."

The crowd around them had stepped back slightly, the people of Arendelle listening intently to the tale. But Guss didn't mind, having told it in varying degrees of detail over the years. He knew he was one of the few living eyewitnesses left.

"My father shouted to my mother, and she ran to the cliffs. I ran after her as the water got louder."

Anniken was staring with wide-eyes again, but without fear. Guss considered for a moment before continuing.

"I heard my mother screaming and crying, but I was watching the water. It came through there," he pointed to the cliff tops, and Anniken and the crowd turned to look, "and it rose as high as the cliffs. Everyone was talking and yelling and crying, because we knew that nothing could protect Arendelle from that wave."

Anniken was staring up at him with bated breath. "What happened?"

Guss smiled. "Then...I saw the queen."

"Queen Fridda?" Anniken asked.

Guss shook his head. "No."

"Queen Anna? I'm named after her! She and Mama were friends when Mama was a baby!" Anniken said.

"Yes that's right," Guss smiled. "But no, not Queen Anna."

The girl was confused and pursed her lips into a frown. "Queen...?" she asked, pointing up at the statue of Iduna.

"No, she had died before I was born, remember?" Guss said, turning and stepping out of the crowd who parted for him.

Anniken was upset now. "But there are no other queens?" she pouted, trailing after him along with the crowd.

"Yes, there was. For three years we had another beautiful queen," Guss said as he approached the other statue. Anniken reached his side and looked up in awe as the second crowd parted. "Queen Elsa."

"Who is Queen Elsa?" Anniken asked, rushing up to the base of the statue. "She doesn't look like a queen."

Guss smiled fondly as he gazed at the stone image of the woman who never wore a tiara and whose clothing had been made of ice. The off-the-shoulder gown of the statue studded with etchings of tiny snowflakes and the single long braid perfectly represented the woman who now had a holiday named for her, but who looked nothing like a typical queen of Arendelle.

"She was Queen Anna's older sister. She inherited the throne when King Agnarr and Queen Iduna died."

"Oh. What happened to her?" Anniken asked, running her hands over the four diamond-shaped patterns on the pedestal each with unique etchings inside.

"First I need to finish the story," Guss said. His granddaughter turned and ran back to him. He reached down with one arm and she scrambled up into his embrace again. He lowered his voice conspiratorially, and the surrounding crowd leaned in to listen. "The queen...was secretly a fifth spirit. She had magical powers."

"Whoa..." Anniken said, her eyes growing wide. "Real magic?"

Guss nodded. "Real magic. She had powers of snow and ice. And as the flood rushed toward Arendelle I saw her, shining like a single, precious snowflake atop the wave. She rode a magical horse made of water over the wave until she reached the city."

A young boy's voice from the crowd drew both Guss's and Anniken's attention. "What happened next?"

Guss turned, leaning against his cane to address the people who had gathered.

"The queen lifted her hands and a giant snowflake with the symbols of the spirits of wind and water and earth and flame appeared in front of her. It was bigger than the city and taller than the castle. It held back the waters and protected the city."

"How long did it stay there?" another voice asked.

"Only moments. The queen lifted her hands again and the snowflake and waters vanished as if they had never been there. It was the most powerful magic I have ever seen."

Anniken touched his face with her small hand, and he turned back to her.

"You've seen other magic?"

"Yes little one. And soon you will see it too. It comes every year on Dagelsa."

There were nods and murmurs of agreement from the crowd and Anniken looked around at them in confusion.

"When?"

"First," Guss said, carefully setting her down, "we have to wait for King Hákon and Queen Fridda to officially welcome the holiday. Then we need to find your mother and father. They're bringing you a present so you can enjoy the magic."

The crowd began dispersing as a light snow began to fall.

Anniken lifted her hands until a single snowflake hit the back of her hand and melted. "Grandpa, why is it snowing in autumn? Wait, a present? What kind of present?" she asked excitedly, gripping his pant leg.

Guss stroked her dark hair as he leaned against his cane.

"Ice skates."

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byrantfrost · 4 years

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Purest Expression of Greif

Byrant could not remember how long it had been since he had been in a sept. It would have been while he was at Winterfell, had Lady Stark tried to pull him into her seven gods? He could not remember. The Riverrun sept was much different than the Winterfell sept, even up north the seven gods had felt cold, distant. Here, Byrant could understand going to the mother if he had a sick child, the depiction of the father seemed as friendly as Lord Stark when he was in a fatherly mood. The Maiden- well Theon would find all sorts of things to say about her.

He was not sure what his duties were here in this seven-sided building. He was here for a vigil, had chosen the middle of the night. It was a time he was most accustomed to spending with Robb. Running about Winterfell as children when everyone else was asleep and then- when he’d returned found his boyhood friend as much a man as he was, they spent more time together at this hour then they could otherwise. But the vigil, he did not understand these southern customs. Lady Stark had sent the body of her husband back north, Byrant hoped, when all was said and done, Robb would be sent north as well, with his wolf.

Until then Byrant had an hour. He had brought his sword, was that his job, stand vigil to make sure no wrong came to Robb as he- as he what? It was at Lady Catelyn’s behest that Robb was here, she still too weak to stand vigil herself. What did she believe was happening to her son?

Byrant was not there when the decision was made, but he knew Lady Catelyn must have heard enough from those in Robb’s army. This, whatever this was, was only making her son’s spirit more restless, his physical body needed to be burned, sent north to the crypt. A crown on his statues head, he had been king. Worrying about Robb’s spirit only made the sept seem cold, empty. Lady Stark had no qualms about the burning of Greywind’s body. Was Robb’s soul torn in two? there was a connection between Robb and that Wolf. The beast scared Byrant more than he trusted it but there was a connection.

“Leave it to you to be a warg or some shit.” Byrant could almost laugh. The North’s best hope, protected by magic that couldn’t survive in the south, gone. “and you never told me, I thought we didn’t keep secrets.”

Byrant sat on the step leading up to the alter Robb’s body was laid out on, his hand on his sword, starring out at the door. “I did though, I did keep secrets from you.” Would it matter? telling Robb now? With his Spirit held here by his mother- no she did not do this to him on purpose, she believed this was the best for him.

“I never got in a fight with the wheelwright apprentice. It was the Wheelwright, and it wasn’t much of a fight. He beat me up pretty good for- well you’d heard the rumors.” Byrant wracked his brain, was that his only secret kept from Robb?

“And I loved you, this whole time I loved you. I think I loved you when I first set eyes on you at ten, you the brilliant Lord Stark’s son your hair was bright in the winter sun, your eyes were like jewels.” That day stood out to Byrant when the Starks had come to visit Lake Hold he wasn’t very old but Robb had changed his life and hadn’t known it. He’d never told Robb, they had been lovers of a sort but he couldn’t bring himself to tell his best friend. Maybe if he had- no Robb had made his own choices, he had decided to marry Jeyne.

He could not stay seated, could not sit and think about how he’d almost had everything he wanted. “Cyrus he- I lied about him too, he was a lover you were right. he was terribly jealous of you, and he was right about it, I always knew I’d come back.” Byrant forced his eyes to look at the depiction of the Warrior, forced himself to think of anything but watching Greywind tear out Cyrus’s throat. If they had been further north Byrant would have believed that a sign from the Old gods. He had made the right choice coming back. or he had thought he had. He’d come back to fight by Robb’s side and then when Robb needed him most- he’d failed.

Byrant rounded across the room was the depiction of the Mother. He took the few steps over, suddenly furious, His steps rung out in the empty room. his Gods Robb’s gods could not reach them from here but these gods. Lady’ Stark’s gods-

“Where is your Mercy?” Byrant’s hand tightened on his sword hilt. “I don’t know much but I know I’ve heard him, that man up there-” Byrant’s hand pulled his sword out of it’s scabbard, pointing the body on the altar. “Swear by your mercy. Where is now? Where was it last night? Men, died swearing by your mercy.“

“And you-” Byrant stepped in front of the Father. “Your justice? A Father’s justice huh? My father does not hold to you, but you seem to be practicing his idea of justice. Robb only acted in honor, what he thought was most honorable, doesn’t that make any difference to you? to your Justice?”

His steps rang out on the stone floor as he strode to the Maiden. He did not know when he started crying. He could not stop it anymore than he could have stopped yelling. “What kind of god are you? what good were you to him?”

Byrant strode to the middle of the room, looking back at Robb, his sword still unsheathed hanging by his side. He was not in the right state of mind to realize he had drug it across the floor, he would need to sharpen it tomorrow if he had not ruined it entirely.

“What good were any of you to him? He believed in you I know he did. as much as he believed in the old gods he believed in you. He could not say it, not to his army. The Men of the North hated that he might believe in you, yet he did. WHAT GOOD WERE YOU TO HIM?”

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Byrant was given leave by a Southern soldier he did not recognize. His sword had made its way across his lap, sitting vigil in front of Robb’s body. He still was not sure what the vigil was for, but it felt right, to bare his steal in front of these gods.

“Lady Stark would like to see you.” the man said. He took place by the warrior, kneeling in front of the depiction. Praying then, praying for Robb’s soul. Byrant did not have the heart to tell the man that the best thing they could do for Robb’s soul would be releasing it from his body. He didn’t tell the man that Lady Stark should be asleep. Instead, he took his time, he did not have a spot in the castle, he could claim he got lost as if he had not snuck in to see Robb more than once.

He knew his position would change, Lord Edmure would not keep Byrant on for advice, he was the son of a traitor. Byrant wondered if he would be executed once they were done mourning. He’d taken an arrow for Lady Stark, to get her down, under the table. His shoulder smarted, but he’d had worse, and it wasn’t his sword arm, he would continue to fight for Northern Independence.

“Lady Stark? It’s quite late for a summons, are you feeling okay?” He did his best impression of a man who was not terrified. A man who had nothing to lose, nothing to fear but his liege lady’s health.

“They say you stood vigil for Robb.” She had always sounded frail to Byrant, perhaps the North had never quite agreed with her, but now, now she seemed frailer than ever. “You don’t keep the faith of the seven.”

“He was my King, and my best friend My Lady, I felt obligated.” Byrant did not move further into the room he had not been invited.

“Did you pray for his soul? what good is it for you to be there if you don’t hold the vigil correctly.”

There were many things Byrant wanted to say, some that he wanted to shout. he let his hand fall from his sword, and took a deep breath. “It is how you, who hold the seven, say goodbye My Lady, and Robb, More than any of his siblings, held both the Seven and the Old Gods, I will say a proper goodbye to him when we go back north, but I will not carry his soul with me while I wait.”

The light was dim, it was hard to see but Byrant could tell that she was staring at him, she had turned her head to look at him, he was not sure the last time she had looked at him like this. They had never gotten along. Perhaps Because Lady Stark was worried about the friends Robb had kept. A Bastard half brother, A traitors son, and a man who had all the wrong rumors following him. Two traitors sons now, and Theon himself was one. He had always gussed that Lady Stark liked him the most, but then-

“I will not bring it up again. But they will talk. The Northmen more than ever now that you’ve done this. Tell me, please. Is what they say true?”

Byrant wanted to laugh, it seemed he’d gotten the inability to ask the right questions from his mother. He could still remember the night before he left back for Lake Hold, Robb asking almost the exact same question. “Is it true what they say, about you and- and other men?”

“If you are asking if I prefer the company of men-”

“Of my son. Ser Byrant, I am asking as the woman who took you in a child, as the mother of your king-”

“The woman who, with this information, could make a case to have me executed. You know My Lady, already they will call for it, my father-” Byrant shook his head, the moonlight glinting off Lady Stark’s hair- he’d seen that color, it was burned into his mind. The way moonlight looked so different coming off Robb’s hair than sunlight. “I loved your son, call it perverse if you must, i know what your gods think about it. I do not know if he would consider me a lover or just a wartime comfort.”

Lady Stark had not been crying, but hearing her sobs Byrant found his own cheeks wet again. “Then- Then I will not let them execute you. but know that I never approved of you, Why Ned kept you around after those rumors- I wish you had loved Jon.”

Byrant did not know what to say to that. Jon has been a good friend, but he wasn’t Robb. She was right though, everything would have been easier if he had fallen in love with Lord Stark’s other son.

“I want you to leave.” Byrant turned to walk away, leave Lady Stark to her grieving but she called out. “The camp Ser Byrant. I want you to leave me and this Army. Let us grieve, and take the rumors about you and my son with you.”

“I will not have men call me a traitor Lady Stark, I swore I’d serve your son, but more than that I serve the North. When we are finished down here I will be part of the army that gets your castle back, then roots out the Northern traitors, my father and brothers included. The North will be independant Lady Stark and I intend on seeing it.”

He thought he heard her laughing, but he did not turn his head to see if he heard correctly. She did not say anything for a long time, Byrant had made up his mind to go when she spoke up again.

“In the coming days you may find that a small party is secretly sent north to see if they can find my sons. Do not be surprised if your loyalty to my husband and son is rewarded by giving you lead of this party.”

Byrant felt fresh tears run hot down his cheek. He’d grown up dreaming of fighting in a war that mattered, just like Lord Stark had. And now, his wife was taking that away, sending him on a fool's errand, those boys were dead, no matter what their mother or eldest brother thought.

“Good night Lady Stark.” He covered his crying with the sound of his boots on the pavement.

#Long post #Stories of Byrant

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kats-magic-bag · 5 years

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The Myths

Sunday post part 3.

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After packing up they left to the house to finish the crib. They sculpted dragon markings into the crib as they finished building it they put it into the baby’s room.

“How's it look?” Edge asked stepping back to look at his work.

“It looks great.” Rus smiled leaning his head against Edge. Right as Rus had finished his sentence he heard knocking at his door.

“Hello?” Rus asked opening the door.

“Rus, thank god your ok.” Hickory sighed pulling him into a hug.

“Of course what’s going on.” Rus asked hugging back.

“Some of the people are starting a riot again.” Hickory worried pulling away.

“What, why?” Rus exclaimed looking back into the house.

“I don’t know.” Just as hickory finished his sentence the front door started banging. Edge rushed down the stairs.

“What’s going on?” Edge yelled looking to Rus.

“People are starting a riot again.” Hickory informed walking inside and shutting the back door behind him.

“What.” Edge growled looking to Hickory.

“Edge don’t do anything.” Rus warned walking closer to him. But before Rus finished talking Edge opened the door.

“There he is. Get them.” the crowd shouted looking at Edge. As they rushed forward Edge shot a fireball out. The crowd backed up in fear.

“What is the meaning of this?” Edge yelled looking over the crowd. The villagers stayed quiet.

“Either tell me or die.” Edge threatened charging a flame blast.

“Edge.” Rus urged going to stand by his side in case he wasn’t bluffing.

“You’ve set our crops on fire. You’ve been taking our resources.” One of the brave ones yelled. Edge hated the brave ones. This did not appease Edge. His face scrunched and his hand flared with fire. If a few of the men hadn’t peed their pants they did now.

“And who is spreading these rumors.” Edge growled glaring at them all.

“WHO?!” Edge yelled, his wing puffed up to make him look bigger and more of a threat, and it worked. A few of the men ran back to their houses.

“A man that lives on the edge of town.” They cowered back making way when Edge approached. Edge stomped out of the house and marched to the man’s house. The rest of the men scattered. Edge banged on the man’s door, for awhile there was no answer. Then someone opened the door.

“Oh it’s you.” They sighed looking Edge over.

“What‘s that supposed to mean?” Edge asked puffing his wings again.

“Nothing.” They groweld.

“Why’s it I’m hearing about you spreading false rumors?” Edge demanded his wings tucking into his back.

“Never said it was me.” They smirked looking at Edge like they were a child pretending to be intimidating.

“You’re the one that lives on the edge of the city.” Edge growled out losing his patients.

“Yeah, so what I live on the edge, lotta people do.” He smiled knowing Edge was losing his temper.

“West side.” Edge huffed out trying to remain cool.

“There are plenty of other houses on the west edge of the city.” They sighed as if they were bored.

“Just tell me why.” Edge demanded.

“You wanna know why I hate your kind? All you do is think about ruling over everyone. King of the north queen of the south. All we have is a mayor, you all are just trying to take over. You should know by now that the peace treaty is about over and when it does break i’ll be going after you.” The man growled looking Edge over. “And your sweet piece over there.”

“Edge.” Rus yelled running to stand next to him.

“You take perfectly good spouses from those that deserve them.” The man smiled looking to Rus. Edge growled, deep and threatening.

“Edge!” Rus yelled grabbing his arm. Edge snapped his head at Rus. “Let’s go home.”

Edge grudgingly walked after him.

“Don’t worry about them.” Rus smiled warmly looking to Edge.

“They threatened me, and when they threaten me-” Edge barked looking to Rus.

“They threaten me.” Rus sighed rolling his eyes. Rus remembered when Edge hardly ever talked. God did he miss those days sometimes. “It’s alright you know. They won’t hurt us.”

“I don’t want to take that chance.” Edge sighed wrapping his arm around Rus’s middle.

“I know.” Rus smiled, putting his hand over Edge’s. Rus leaned in for a soft kiss to try and calm the dragon’s nerves.

“Now we’ve had a long week. From fighting bad guys to yelling at the common folk and I’m hungry, so let’s eat.” Rus joked pulling Edge along as he speed up his pace.

“Alright. I’ll make something.” Edge smiled picking up his own pace to match his boyfriend’s.

6 months later, early June. The baby was expected any day now and Edge and Rus were on the ‘edge’ waiting for the baby.

“Do you feel anything yet?” Edge asked for the 20th time in that hour circling the couch again for the 31st time.

“Again, no.” Rus responded for the 20th time that hour watching Edge pace a circle around their couch.

“I’m just making sure.” Edge worried looking Rus over as if expecting him to explode at any minute.

“Again I know, relax. You’re starting to annoy me.” Rus sighed looking to where Edge was about to switch directions again.

“Sorry.” Edge apologised looking to the worn circle in the floor around the couch. it was supposed to be a relaxing Saturday, but with Edge on such a high strung note it wasn’t relaxing anymore.

Edge sat on the couch next to Rus and wrapped him in his wings. Rus was in his normal form. He never really liked his dragon form, or his half form, he liked him best. Edge put his hand on Rus’s stomach to feel the baby move, again. They weren’t as active in the day as when they were when Rus was trying to sleep. True to his word Edge had a letter ready to send to his father when Sage was born. She was supposed to be born a week ago, but her having her father’s stubborn attitude, she decided to wait. If she wasn’t born this week they would have to perform a C-section but Rus was very skeptical about it since it was very dangerous for both him and the baby, so they were counting their miracles for her to be born this week.

It was only Tuesday so they still had three days. But they wouldn’t have to wait that long, because 5 minutes after Edge had finally sat down Rus’s water broke. They rushed to the hospital while Edge found a way to send the letter as fast as possible. It was a long process for Sage to be born. A lot of screaming and crying, mainly from Rus but she was here now, to Rus and Edge that’s all that mattered and as soon as she cried the room was calm.

“She’s so precious.” Edge smiled looking down at their little girl. Edge was sitting next to Rus on the hospital bed looking down at Sage.

“She is.” Rus smiled back kissing Edge’s cheek. Sage grasped for the pair, reaching her tiny arms out for her mom and dad. Edge reached a hand down and stroked Sage’s face. Sage cooed and smiled. Edge looked like he was about to cry. Rus had never seen him happier.

A few hours after sage was born Solon entered the room with Timeo. Hickory and Red had to wait outside for them. But when a strange woman entered with large blue wings and a crown almost like solons Rus was confused.

“Dad who’s that?” Rus asked looking over to the woman.

“Rus. this is your mother, Maia. She is the queen of the dragons.” Timeo smiled looking to her.

“What?” Rus asked looking to Edge for confirmation. He only shrugged in response.

“I wanted to tell you this earlier, but. Son your a dragon.” Timeo sighed looking to Rus.

“No duh.” Rus mocked summoning his wings. Edge had helped him get control of his dragon magic before Sage was born.

“Oh, you figured that out.” Timeo blushed scratching the back of his head.

“Yes. I did.” There was a large silence apart from the baby’s coos.

“I’m glad you got your message to me son. I was starting to worry you had forgotten me, again.” Solon teased looking over Sage.

“I knew you wouldn’t be happy if you found out your way.” Edge joked looking down to his daughter.

“True.” Solon laughed walking over to look at Sage closer.

“I think we should give them some privacy.” Timeo said looking to Rus and Maia. “Edge, Solon.” The three walked out of the room.

“I’m sorry, I haven't been there for you a lot in your life.” Maia apologized looking down.

“It’s alright.” Rus sighed looking at her.

“Are you sure?” Maia asked looking to meet Rus’s eyes.

“Yeah. I don’t mind.” Rus replied smiling slightly.

“I’m glad you found someone to be there for you in your life.” Maia smiled putting a hand in Rus’s lap.

“Thanks. Mom.” Rus smiled back. Maia smiled brighter. She brought Rus into a hug and sighed.

“I’ve really missed you. It gets lonely at the south tribe.” Maia joked looking at Sage.

“Why didn’t you stay?” Rus asked looking to the door for dad.

“I would have but the kingdom needed me. I told your father when you grew up to say that I left.” Maia sighed looking down.

“But dad said you had important work.” Rus asked pulling away from the hug.

“Well that would also be true. I had to stop an uprise.” Maia worried looking to Rus.

“What?” Rus asked looking out the window to the southern mountain tip.

“The dragon race was in danger of being overthrown by the dark lord and his minions. But we fear that with marcus still on the loose that might still happen.” Solon intervene walking back inside.

“They never caught him!” Rus yelled startling Sage.

“Rus, calm down. We can’t upset Sage.” Timeo urged looking to Sage.

“I thought you said they got him.” Edge added going to sit by Rus.

“We weren’t trying to worry you both. We were going to wait until we caught him to tell you.” Solon sighed looking out the window.

“We need to find him.” Edge urged looking to his father.

“Edge no. We can’t go after him there’s no telling what he could do. It’s better just to wait till we find him.” Solon warned looking sternly at his son.

“We’ll find him don’t worry.” Maia ensured looking at the both of them. “We have troops looking for him”

“I think it’s time for us to go well let the two of you get back to your life. We’ll see you around.” Timeo sighed heading for the door.

“Alright bye dad, bye mom.” Rus smiled looking at his parents.

“Goodbye son, we’ll miss you.” Maia smiled back following her husband.

“I’ll be seeing you around?” Edge asked looking to his father.

“Probably.” Solon smiled turning to the door. They left to their palaces and homes not to be seen until needed again.

“I think it’s time for us to head home as well.” Edge sighed looking down at Sage.

“I think your right.” Rus smiled at him leaning in for a kiss which Edge gratefully gave back.

#the myths #dragons #spicyhoney #part 3 #next part will be up thursday

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Sed De Sangre

Part 12

Much time passed few after Outis had arrived at the Wolf encampment, though he could not be for certain how much time as they would only venture out at night despite the barn that housed the entrances to their settlement was completely blacked out. He first felt disoriented, his eyes hurt from straining under dim light for so many days until Cain found and took a lamp from a farmhouse nearby and soldered it to work again for the room they shared together. Incandescent light bulbs were hard to find, so together they scavenged miles away with the few of the pack that Cain had arrived at the theater with a few times before finding one that worked. Outis grew to know them a little, but they kept a wide berth of him because of their first encounter. Most were quiet except for Cain who took to bossing his pack like a worry sick mother when they were out in the wastes. Outis found it annoying at first, and then endearing.

He found that what they said about the Wolves were true; it was a settlement much like some fabled human ones found outside the city, where people farmed mostly for the city colonies, but also grew for themselves and traded what they themselves could not eat. These vampires were much more humanlike in their social interactions, though Outis had no experience of previous vampires talking at all to each other. They always seemed to singularly occupy a space, acting more like maps and instructions rather than flesh and blood beings with their own needs. Outis remembered the night he was taken and Blues outburst of emotion, how human it made them lying on the floor, blind with rage and desire. He also remembered Fidel holding him and comforting him despite the threat toward his own life. Outis thought on the event frequently, and began wondering more and more where he would be most fitted: obviously he was human, but perhaps his genetic code made him more vampire than he was comfortable with.

The rumours of the Wolves were in fact very true as well, Outis learned. Cain touched on the subject the night he had been assigned to him, but went into more cautionary detail a few days after due to Outis' repeated inquiries. The Wolf packs had several pure alpha leaders, mostly from the house of Strigg, that were allied for trading and commerce. Vants brother, Cains uncle, was the leader of the volatile southern pack that dealt in trafficking and horrific human sacrifice. While Cain talked to him at-length about these habits, Outis could see some emotion that was hard to decipher shining through his iridescent eyes. It resembled fear or disgust, but also something more...

"Have you ever witnessed these things?" Outis asked Cain. Cain looked at him and said nothing else on the subject except for, "I hope to your God that you never have to."

Others in the pack began speaking to Outis, and after several weeks, he began recieving gifts at their doorstep of prairie flowers and cuts of salted meat. Once again, Outis had to be explained that Omegas, though some were chosen by Vant to be his mate, were free to have their own suitors should they desire in this pack. Outis took the gifts seriously and responded with graciousness and genuine thankfulness to each of them, but silently wondered to himself every days he received another gift if he would ever receive one from Cain.

A night came when Vant called Cain and Outis to his chamber to discuss an important matter. At first, Outis was made to wait outside where he could hear a large amount of indecipherable arguing through the heavy door. He had wondered if he had gotten in trouble doing something when Cain opened the door with an expression of anger and sorrow.

"Come here, Outis," Vant said, beckoning him inside.

"Sire, is there a problem?" Outis asked, looking between Cain who stood at his side and Vant who sat at the large desk that occupied the center of the chamber.

"After much deliberation, it has been decided that you and my son will be accompanying me to the southern pack on an embassy trip." Outis heard a low growl come from deep within Cains throat.

"The trip will be next week, and I have instructed Cain to teach you the etiquette for while you're there. If you have any questions, direct them to him."

"Yessir," Outis bowed.

"One more thing: I've heard you've been getting inquiries from suitors throughout the pack," he said, his eyes darting to Cain, "I hope you choose yourself a good mate. I hope you don't think it rude that I havent show any interest, Outis, but I'm heavily engaged with another Omega currently-"

Outis' face flushed, "s-sir, no, I...," he also glanced at Cain who continued to fume, "I haven't decided anything, or had any thoughts toward you- with respect, sire."

Vant nodded and then dismissed them. The walk back to their room was a silent, awkward time. Outis kept trying to rouse Cain from his silence, but other than punching the wall occasionally and leaving heavy dents from his superhuman strength, he made no reply. When they finally got to their room and Outis closed the door behind them, Cain lost his composure.

"What the fuck is he thinking? Does he think uncles going to change? Outis-," Cain yelled, pacing around the room, "you're in danger if you don't pick a mate in a week, uncle, he-"

Outis looked at Cain with alarm, "I dont understand, he said it was in good faith." Cain grabbed Outis by both arms and shook him gently, "If you don't have a suitor, Outis, Uncle will take you, and he doesnt care about the lives of humans like we do."

Outis pushed him away, "why do you care what happens to me? I know we're friends and roommates and all, but if you cared- like... cared, cared- you'd have tried to like, talk to me." Cain swallowed and looked at Outis.

"You don't understand,-"

"Then tell me! Why don't you like me like the others that don't know hardly anything about me?"

Cain spoke, "while I'm just as much a vampire as anyone else in this colony, no one thinks that, Outis. The only clout I have is that my father is my father, but my mother was an omega, and, I don't know, the purebloods don't see me as the same as them-"

Outis placed his hand on Cains chest, "But.. that's why if I were to have to choose anyone, it'd be you, Cain, because of your humanity. What they find to be disdainful, I find unique- and that's not just from being close to you for so long. You're genuinely different from the others I've met."

Cains face twisted as he blushed and he worked to cover it, "my mother, she was kind, but," his eyes teared up, "no one has ever seen her in me before, they always look for my father..." outis paused and embraced Cain as he let a few tears flow from his eyes, wetting the top of Outis' head.

"The truth is," Cain said, "I don't know how I feel about you, Outis. I didn't want to be around you originally, but these last couple months, they've forced me to come to terms with parts of myself that I tried to keep buried down deep inside myself, parts that I felt I should be ashamed of."

Outis tightened his grip, breathing in the faint smell of sweat from Cains thick sweater as he said softly, "Outis, do you want to be to be your partner?"

#sed de sangre #12

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