My brother was always an odd child, sneaky, mischievous and secretive. One day in kindergarten while the rest of the class and I were learning our Abc’s he was nowhere to be seen. My teacher noticed and started searching for him eventually she found him inside the cubby room filling his table partners cubby with home made stink bombs set to go off in 3…2…1. Both him and my teacher stank for days.
When I was 9 he started doing more drastic things. He was blackmailing people and stealing identities. It all went over my head. One day he told me “I can get you anything you want just name it.” I asked for a dog.
When I was 10 I got bored of my dog and it starved to death. I also found a jar off teeth in my brothers room that year, he told me he started digging up graves to find jewelry and decided to take some teeth too. “But… this one looks awfully… fresh?” “Teeth don’t decay dumb dumb” “ooh ok”
When I was 11 he asked me again if there was anything in the world I wanted. Again I asked for a dog and again I let it starve. I’m not cruel, it’s not my fault he wasn’t getting me what i wanted.
When I was 12 I asked once more for a dog. He looked at me and said “Do you get off on letting animals starve?” “No but the dogs you get me are boring…” He smirked “Oh well aren’t u my twin after all” He finally understood.
Two days later he came home with a huge box with a pink bow. I opened it up and saw my brand new pet inside looking up at me with begging eyes. “SHES PERFECT!” I called and ran to hug my brother.
I shoved her out of the box with no cares at all. She was wearing a leash and leather collar, ropes tied around her body, a gag in her mouth and blood all over her. He’d done it right. I got down and pulled out a chunk of her long blonde hair and said “I’ll name you donut.” I watched as a tear rolled down her face. My brand new play mate.

My brother was always an odd child, sneaky, mischievous and secretive. One day in kindergarten while the rest of the class and I were learning our Abc’s he was nowhere to be seen. My teacher noticed and started searching for him eventually she found him inside the cubby room filling his table partners cubby with home made stink bombs set to go off in 3…2…1. Both him and my teacher stank for days.
When I was 9 he started doing more drastic things. He was blackmailing people and stealing identities. It all went over my head. One day he told me “I can get you anything you want just name it.” I asked for a dog.
When I was 10 I got bored of my dog and it starved to death. I also found a jar off teeth in my brothers room that year, he told me he started digging up graves to find jewelry and decided to take some teeth too. “But… this one looks awfully… fresh?” “Teeth don’t decay dumb dumb” “ooh ok”
When I was 11 he asked me again if there was anything in the world I wanted. Again I asked for a dog and again I let it starve. I’m not cruel, it’s not my fault he wasn’t getting me what i wanted.
When I was 12 I asked once more for a dog. He looked at me and said “Do you get off on letting animals starve?” “No but the dogs you get me are boring…” He smirked “Oh well aren’t u my twin after all” He finally understood.
Two days later he came home with a huge box with a pink bow. I opened it up and saw my brand new pet inside looking up at me with begging eyes. “SHES PERFECT!” I called and ran to hug my brother.
I shoved her out of the box with no cares at all. She was wearing a leash and leather collar, ropes tied around her body, a gag in her mouth and blood all over her. He’d done it right. I got down and pulled out a chunk of her long blonde hair and said “I’ll name you donut.” I watched as a tear rolled down her face. My brand new play mate.

My brother was always an odd child, sneaky, mischievous and secretive. One day in kindergarten while the rest of the class and I were learning our Abc’s he was nowhere to be seen. My teacher noticed and started searching for him eventually she found him inside the cubby room filling his table partners cubby with home made stink bombs set to go off in 3…2…1. Both him and my teacher stank for days.
When I was 9 he started doing more drastic things. He was blackmailing people and stealing identities. It all went over my head. One day he told me “I can get you anything you want just name it.” I asked for a dog.
When I was 10 I got bored of my dog and it starved to death. I also found a jar off teeth in my brothers room that year, he told me he started digging up graves to find jewelry and decided to take some teeth too. “But… this one looks awfully… fresh?” “Teeth don’t decay dumb dumb” “ooh ok”
When I was 11 he asked me again if there was anything in the world I wanted. Again I asked for a dog and again I let it starve. I’m not cruel, it’s not my fault he wasn’t getting me what i wanted.
When I was 12 I asked once more for a dog. He looked at me and said “Do you get off on letting animals starve?” “No but the dogs you get me are boring…” He smirked “Oh well aren’t u my twin after all” He finally understood.
Two days later he came home with a huge box with a pink bow. I opened it up and saw my brand new pet inside looking up at me with begging eyes. “SHES PERFECT!” I called and ran to hug my brother.
I shoved her out of the box with no cares at all. She was wearing a leash and leather collar, ropes tied around her body, a gag in her mouth and blood all over her. He’d done it right. I got down and pulled out a chunk of her long blonde hair and said “I’ll name you donut.” I watched as a tear rolled down her face. My brand new play mate.

My brother was always an odd child, sneaky, mischievous and secretive. One day in kindergarten while the rest of the class and I were learning our Abc’s he was nowhere to be seen. My teacher noticed and started searching for him eventually she found him inside the cubby room filling his table partners cubby with home made stink bombs set to go off in 3…2…1. Both him and my teacher stank for days.
When I was 9 he started doing more drastic things. He was blackmailing people and stealing identities. It all went over my head. One day he told me “I can get you anything you want just name it.” I asked for a dog.
When I was 10 I got bored of my dog and it starved to death. I also found a jar off teeth in my brothers room that year, he told me he started digging up graves to find jewelry and decided to take some teeth too. “But… this one looks awfully… fresh?” “Teeth don’t decay dumb dumb” “ooh ok”
When I was 11 he asked me again if there was anything in the world I wanted. Again I asked for a dog and again I let it starve. I’m not cruel, it’s not my fault he wasn’t getting me what i wanted.
When I was 12 I asked once more for a dog. He looked at me and said “Do you get off on letting animals starve?” “No but the dogs you get me are boring…” He smirked “Oh well aren’t u my twin after all” He finally understood.
Two days later he came home with a huge box with a pink bow. I opened it up and saw my brand new pet inside looking up at me with begging eyes. “SHES PERFECT!” I called and ran to hug my brother.
I shoved her out of the box with no cares at all. She was wearing a leash and leather collar, ropes tied around her body, a gag in her mouth and blood all over her. He’d done it right. I got down and pulled out a chunk of her long blonde hair and said “I’ll name you donut.” I watched as a tear rolled down her face. My brand new play mate.

5'4, Long brown hair. Green eyes. Spanish and Italian.
Area of study/work: Retiring from Law Enforcement and in school to become a NP
Hobbies/interests: Evangelism, dogs, weight lifting, Whole food Plant based eating, movies, true crime podcasts and trials, Bible study and prayer, thrift store shopping.
Tell us a bit about your Christian journey: I have been born again for 7 years. I had a radical conversion. Kind of like a Damascus Road experience.
What sort of person are you looking for? Funny, mature, fruitful in Christ and will love me for my passion for Christ. Oh, and hard working.
Age range: Flexible but must be mature in Christ
Would you be willing to do long distance/relocate? yes

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Just because you’re transported to another world, doesn’t mean you’ll escape from your pain.
Abused by her parents, thirteen-year-old Frances only wants to be safe and for her life not to hurt so much. And when she and her class are transported to the magical world of Durannon to fight the monsters invading the human kingdoms and defeat the self-titled Demon King, Frances is presented with a golden opportunity. If she succeeds, Frances will have the home she never had. If she fails, Frances will be summoned back to the home she escaped.
Yet, despite her newfound magic and friends, Frances finds that trauma is not so easily lost. She is dogged by her abuse and its physical and invisible scars. Not only does she have to learn magic, she has to survive the nightmares of her past, and wrestle with her feelings of doubt and self-loathing.
If she can heal from her trauma, though, she might be able to defeat the Demon King and maybe, just maybe, she can find a home for herself.
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Ginger makes an offer to Lakadara. The rest of Telkandra's remaining brood discuss the fate of their allies.
“Not good?” Sara asked as Helias strode into the tent and made his way straight to the bottle of wine.
“Not good,” Helias muttered.
Sara nodded woodenly. “Privacy spell?
The tauroll waved his sheathed Fangroar and after pouring himself and his wife a drink, sat down. “We’re safe. Oh Galena, this is really not good.”
“How dead are we?” Sara asked, her tone light.
“We’re not dead. We’re just in a lot of danger and even if we somehow force the humans to retreat, we’ve lost this war,” said Helias.
“Explain.”
Helias drank deep, noting that Sara was also drinking deep as well. “Thorgoth is going after the humans. That part of the plan is as good as it gets. We’ll be attacking them, and using the dragons, whilst our forces hold off Titania. Our objectives are also well-chosen.” Helias buried his head into his hands and let out a deep groan. “But winning this doesn’t change anything.”
“If we can defeat the humans, why won’t that change anything?” Sara bit her lip. “Unless it renders us unable to beat Titania?”
“Yes. Even on the chance we beat the humans we won’t be able to invade them, we won’t be able to defeat Titania. We’d be at a stalemate and both armies would have to withdraw.” His hands dropping to the table, Helias stared at his wife. “And we don’t have any reserves left. We’re going to lose the war, even if Thorgoth lives.”
“If we defeat the humans—”
The general shook his head. “By defeat, I mean we’ll hurt them but we can’t prevent them from withdrawing. We might kill a few of their leaders, their important mages and Otherworlders, but they will still have soldiers. After coming so close, they won’t surrender. They’ll keep attacking until they kill enough of Thorgoth and Berengaria’s supporters that nobody will help them, or until both of them die.”
“Alright so, what do we do?” Sara asked. Helias looked at his wife, noting how still she sat. Her wings were clamped tight to her back and her lips were drawn tight.
“Sara, I don’t have good answers.”
Sara steepled her trembling fingers as best she could. “They’re going to be better than mine. I don’t know anything about war.”
“Right. Well, you need to surrender to the humans if you are captured. Present yourself as a non-combatant. Cry, scream, anything to declare that you don’t mean any harm,” Helias said.
“Why not Titania?” Sara asked.
“She has every incentive to kill you off and far less compunction about doing so. Killing our family off would allow her to have more land to give away to her loyalists. In contrast, the humans have Erlenberg troops fighting with them along with those of the Lightning Battalion. They’re going to be far more friendly to Alavari civilians,” Helias said.
Soft hands, grabbed onto Helias’s waist with a surprisingly firm grip. “What about you? I can get away, but how are you going to survive this?”
“I don’t know. I—”
“Don’t you dare! Our daughter needs her father and I need my husband!”
The general stared at his wife. “Sara, I can’t surrender to the humans if we win. They want me dead.”
Sara refilled Helias’s glass. “Then you need to help Thorgoth defeat them.”
“Then what? We’re never winning this war. Thorgoth is going to be invaded and—”
Cutting him off with the clink of her goblet against the table, Sara hissed, “And what? Why think that far? We can plan for that after this battle, so long as you are still here and with me.”
Letting out a breath Helias pushed his hair back and allowed himself a sigh. Reaching across the table, he took his wife’s hand.
“Sara, you’re right, but you know you can escape this if Thorgoth is defeated.”
The harorc placed her other hand on top of his. “We’re partners. I need you. We need you. So promise me that you’ll do your damndest to live.”
Helias closed his eyes and nodded. “I promise. First things first, before we turn in we need to talk to the dragons.”
***
Fennokra stalked slowly toward the camp. This wasn’t the collapsed side-passage where she and Yolandra had some privacy. This was the main camp where Thorgoth and their army were preparing for what had to be the final battle.
It was also where her siblings were swallowing the last of what seemed to be a side of salted pork.
“Velkandra, Makentra, we need to talk.”
Their second-eldest sister licked her lips, her neck rising to Fennokra’s level. “I am assuming you mean in private?”
“Of course.” Fennokra could see Velkandra’s haunches tensing to raise herself higher. Her sister was trying to look down on her. Allowing her head to dip, she held her height.
“Alright.” Velkandra flicked her tail and Makentra, licking his lips, followed them.
Since their enemies had set up their siege camp behind them, the Alavari camp had been reduced in size. Still, there was the alcove of the collapsed tunnel. Whilst couriers and soldiers crossed across this natural cavern to the defenses on the other side, they kept a good distance away.
Yolandra was waiting for them, scratching something into the cave wall. Fennokra let out a rumble in her throat and her sister turned from the wall suddenly, shaking her head.
“Velkandra, Mankentra—”
Velkandra puffed a cloud of smoke out. “What’s this all about?” she hissed, lips drawn back to show teeth.
Fennokra took a step away from her sister to take Yolandra’s side, her eyes narrowed. “Are you joking? Do you not think we should at least discuss what is going on?”
“And what would be the point? It is a bit late to be having this discussion. The course of the winds have been chosen,” said Velkandra.
Yolandra rose to her full height on her four legs, but even so she was still shorter than the silent Makendra. “The winds can be fickle, Velkandra, and where we are is proof.”
Velkandra pursed her lips, eyes for the first time, looking toward the ground. “The survival of our family is tied to that of Thorgoth. To abandon him would be death by the hand of the Stormcaller and her allies or by his hand.”
“Besides, if we were to abandon Thorgoth’s cause, that would be dishonorable. We promised to assist him,” said Makendra.
Fennokra blinked at her brother’s tone. It was quiet and yet there was a touch of a deep growl to his voice. His claws were ever so slightly digging into the ground.
“We are dragons. We can think and make decisions for ourselves. We are allowed to consider other options, are we not?” Fennokra asked.
Velkandra’s tail flicked violently side to side as her neck turned to her younger sibling. “Then why does it sound as if you wish to follow in the wingbeats of our elder sister?”
“Who we killed. I was there. I lost a claw striking her down!” Fennokra raised one clawed hand, flexing the remaining digits.
“On that, why did we have to kill Lakadara?”
All golden eyes fixed on Yolandra, who held the gaze of her siblings with a contemptuous scowl.
“Lakadara betrayed us,” said Velkandra, almost growling.
“I’ve been thinking over what happened. Lakadara said nothing about betraying our mother. She merely was questioning if Thorgoth was trustworthy,” Yolandra said.
A scowl flaring his nostrils, Makentra growled. “He fed us, trained us in how the humans and their allies fought. Hid us from their eyes—”
“And now Caldra is dead!” Yolandra exclaimed.
“Which is why we must kill the Stormcaller and her friends! So we can avenge him and our mother!” Velkandra almost completely unfurled her wings. Only the tips slapping the stone forced her to pull them back.
“Then what?” Yolandra asked.
Velkandra frowned. “Then what? We’d have our revenge—”
Yolandra’s tail cracked against the ground. “Then what? You all must have heard of what Thorgoth is capable of. What he’s done to others.”
Makentra rolled his eyes. “Sara’s story is just a story. She might have been just trying to turn you.”
“She was honest and she is not the only tale I’ve heard. You must have heard rumors of what Thorgoth did to his own son, Teutobal,” said Fennokra.
“Propaganda,” Velkandra hissed through her gritted teeth, while smoke wafted through the gaps. “In any case, we have no other option. We fight or we die.”
Fennokra, her claws grinding against the floor, had had enough.
“Velkandra, Makentra, have you ever considered that Thorgoth is perhaps using us for his own goals? We have not even considered what he might do to us after we’ve destroyed the humans and their allies. How do we know the Stormcaller and her allies might treat us better? Besides in the first place, she never intended to kill our mother—”
Fennokra blinked. She was flying backwards, something hard was bearing her into the wall. Dizzy as if struck by one of the Stormcaller’s spells, she realized that the force was the foreclaws of her elder sister. Mad rage lit those golden eyes that were the exact same shade as hers. Horrified, Fennokra tried to throw Velkandra off, but her sister was larger and heavier than her.
“Say that again. I dare you to say that again—ARGH!”
Velkandra rolled off, forced off of Fennokra by the Yolandra shoving into her side. As the elder dragon recovered, the smallest of Telkandra’s brood hissed, “It’s the truth! You are a fool to deny it!”
An ugly sneer on her lips, wings quivering with fury, Velkandra snorted. “The truth? Oh right so we are speaking the truth then. Well here’s the truth. Our kind is doomed!”
Makentra blinked. “Sister?”
“Of course Thorgoth is going to get rid of us or try to after this campaign. He has to, but right now he needs us and that’s what we need to rely on until we gain more strength. Of course, whether he wins or the Stormcaller’s allies win, how can we expect to survive in a world dominated by these lesser species hm? How could they ever not see us as a threat?”
Velkandra stalked toward the wide-eyed Fennokra and Yoandra. Her head turned side to side as she fixed her sisters with wild wide eyes.
“Well? Tell me Fennokra. Speak the truth Yolandra. Or are you both too afraid to admit that our kind are doomed and the only thing is to live as long as we can and hopefully avenge those that hurt us as we do so.”
“You’d have us fly to our deaths?” Makentra asked.
The stammering voice brought Velkandra around. Extending a wing, she touched its tip to her brother’s. “I would at least have us fly together.”
Fennokra shook her head. “We’d knowingly fly with a murderer of children and someone who would want to kill us after we’ve stopped being helpful to him.”
“And we have no other options,” said Makentra. Letting out a breath, he rose to his claws and walked away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, sisters.”
Velkandra, without another word, turned for the exit. “You know it’s true, Fennokra, Yolandra.”
Fennokra closed her eyes. Yolandra, though, narrowed hers. “Doesn’t change that Lakadra’s blood is on our claws.”
Velkandra flinched and left. She strode away so quickly she nearly stepped on Helias and Sara as they came to the cave. She gave the pair no acknowledgement other than a growl.
“See you tomorrow, General,” said Makentra, his tone curt. “We will talk to King Thorgoth ourselves for the plan’s details.”
“Of course,” said Helias. He bowed as the pair left before turning to Yolandra and Fennokra. “I believe we missed something important?”
“Be honest, General Helias. Even if we succeed tomorrow, your king has no use for us after we help him kill the Stormcaller, am I correct?” Fennokra asked.
Sara and Helias didn’t say anything. Their slight move to stand closer so they could hold hands was enough.
“I thought so,” said Fennokra. She let out a sigh and glanced at Yolandra, who nodded. “We will be on the battlefield tomorrow. Where are we going?”
“You’re going with me. We’re attacking the forces sallying from Kairon-Aoun. The plan is that you dragons breathe flame over their army to soften them before we attack.
“Understood. Any questions Fennokra?” Yolandra asked.
Fennokra shook her head. What could be asked anyway?”
Yolandra flashed the pair a joyless smile. “For what it is worth, you two have been good caretakers to us. Even if it was to preserve your own lives.”
Helias didn’t bow. Instead he extended a hand. Yolandra stared at him, but Fennokra, recognizing the gesture, extended a single talon.
“May you always be able to see the sun.” At the dragon’s blink, Helias smiled. “It’s an Alavari saying. It may come from when we used to be enslaved by the Goblin Empire. It means good luck.”
Yolandra nodded and Fennokra found herself smiling.
“Our mother taught us a saying as well. May you never fly alone. I wish that for you both,” said Fennokra.
“Thank you,” said Sara in a quiet voice. She curtsied and the two dragons dipped their heads. They watched Helias and Sara leave with placid smiles.
Then, when nobody was looking, they turned from the entrance to hide their bulks as best they could. The gloomy light of the alcove their only curtain of privacy.
***
Frances slowed slightly as they approached Lakadara’s enclosure. However, Ginger did not slow down.
“Hold on, Ginger, what’s the plan?” Frances asked.
Adjusting her new crown mid-stride, Ginger said, “I’ll show you. I’m certain it’ll work, though.”
Frances’ eyebrows rose. “Is that crown getting to your head already?”
The new Queen of Erisdale flashed a slightly nervous grin over her shoulder. “Yes actually, but I think that’s a good thing in some way. Don’t you?”
Frances found herself nodding. It was strange to see her friend even more confident than usual and so comfortable in the regal crown that she wore atop of a standard Lightning Battalion light blue uniform. Yet she rather enjoyed the new gait that Ginger had.
“I do.” Frances smirked. “Your Majesty.”
Ginger rolled her eyes. “Fuck you.”
Giggling, Frances stopped herself as they drew even closer to Lakadara. The dragon was drawing herself up, placing her massive foreclaws over each other.
“Lakadara. I am Ginger, the new Queen of Erisdale. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
The dragon coughed, blowing out a puff of smoke. “Greetings Ginger, Queen of Erisdale. I’m sorry for your predecessor’s demise.” Lakadara’s golden eyes narrowed. “Why are you here?”
Ginger dipped her head. “Thank you and as to why I’m here. I have a proposition. If you accept it, I will grant you and your kin, the domain of the Erisdalian mountains marked by the Kwent River Valley, Freeburg and Athelda-Aoun as your home in perpetuity, so long as you do not attack humans unless in self-defense.”
“I am unfamiliar with human geography. From the Stormcaller’s expression, I assume that is a lot.”
Frances swallowed and closed her mouth, but she didn’t question her friend. Ginger, still smiling slyly, nudged her. “It is. Frances, can you lend me a hand here?”
Nodding, Frances closed her eyes and imagined a rough map of Erisdale and its territories. With a wave of Ivy’s Sting she created an image of Erisdale, highlighting in red the expanse of the mountains that bordered Alavaria and Erisdale. The area that Ginger had described sketched a rough red triangle between the three points. It was a fairly sizeable area with a low and Alavari human population.
“My husband is in negotiations with Queen Titania and I’ll have to talk to Frances and Prince Timur, but we are quite certain that Athelda-Aoun will also be included in this area,” Ginger said.
Lakadara’s golden eyes were flickering as she examined the land. Suddenly, she turned, long neck arching toward the Erisdalian Queen. “And what must I do? Fight on your kingdom’s behalf?”
Ginger shook her head. “No.”
“No?”
“Nope. If you would like to do so we can renegotiate the agreement, but my husband and I fully intend to grant you this land.”
The dragon’s tail lifted up as her eyes narrowed. “Explain yourself and the favor you seek. This is far too generous.”
“Let me explain myself first. If what I’m told by my experts is correct, you can lay eggs by yourself without a mate, but it takes time right? A few decades?”
“Yes. Still, that doesn’t explain—”
“Here me out. This war is going to end. We may lose, but if we win, banishing you to the north is making you Queen Titania’s problem and she’ll have more than enough problems to deal with. You might just end up coming south again and we know how that ended. I’d prefer to avoid that so that means we need to make an agreement. You need a new home and I need peace for Erisdale. If the kingdom has to give up some poor agricultural land then I’m all for it.”
The dragon nodded. “I see, but why so much land? Why not just give me a cave? Or request my service as Thorgoth did?”
“And how will you eat? Hunt? Where will your grown children go? I’m making an agreement that will last for decades, not just a few years. As for service? I was tempted, but you wouldn’t agree to that anyway and why should you? We haven’t given you any reason to agree.” Ginger gave Frances a wave to dispel the map. “Maybe in the future we can work something out, especially if the dragon population increases. Your service in return for more food, but again, I want to start us off on the right path, not the left path.”
“Left path?” Lakadara asked.
“Erisdalian expression. It means the wrong path,” Frances said helpfully.
Lakadara nodded slowly. “You still ask for a boon, though.”
Ginger nodded. “Yes. I want you to speak to your siblings. Before the upcoming battle starts, tell them of my deal with you. So long as they choose to accept that deal and defect, then I will have it so our forces will not hurt them. After that, you may leave. I will not request you to fight with us.”
“You want me to show myself to Thorgoth? To the siblings that tried to kill me?” Lakadara asked, mouth agape.
Ginger stepped closer to the dragon, who lifted her head away from the queen. “I want you to save your siblings. I want you to save yourself from becoming the last purple dragon in existence. I would rather you not be alone, stewing in hatred for my kingdom and our allies who brought down your family, even if we had just cause. I want peace. What do you want?”
“How do I know I can trust you?” The dragon suddenly grimaced. “Ah, right, you want a lasting peace. You have every reason to want peace.”
Ginger, arms crossed tapped her foot. Frances could see how stiff her friend was, but the action was also comforting. That her magic-less friend had such control over the situation, despite being faced with the dragon was rather…badass.
Letting out a puff of smoke that slowly drifted into the cavern, the dragon pondered the queen’s proposal. Frances held her breath and yet the dragon remained silent, only her tail moving from side to side.
Ginger waited, still content to wait for the dragon’s answer. Frances couldn’t. The tension coiled in her chest, waiting to explode.
“Lakadara, what do you want for your future?” Frances asked.
The dragon glanced at Frances, golden eyes wide. She turned back to Ginger, who continued to stand tall, awaiting Lakadara’s answer patiently.
“I accept your offer, and your promise for the future,” said Lakadara, dipping her head.
“We are glad that you wish the same as we do,” said Ginger. She extended her hand and Lakadara, took her claw and put the tip of it on the queen’s palm.
*Author’s Note: Queenly Ginger was really neat to write 😀 *

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Part 7

Kimchi: (Singsong voice.) Hubbyyyyyyyy? Huuuuuubbyyyyyyyy? I’m coming to geeeeet youuuuuuuu.
(Snickers and giggles.) Ooh, you are so good at this. I love playing hide and seek with you so much. The park has so many good hiding spots, but out here, you don’t have the advantage of having everything smell like you. So… I can follow… your scent… to… HERE!
Hah, haaaaaah. I see you. You can run, and you can laugh, I love your laugh, but you can’t hide anymore. I’m almost on you. I’m going to POUNCE…
(Kimchi crashes in some leaves.)
Hubby, what are you doing? You came back to get me. You should have used that opportunity to get away. Now the hunt is over. That’s no fun.
(Pause.)
Well, yeah, I missed. That’s what I meant. I missed, so why didn’t you keep running?
(Pause.)
Yeah, I suppose I’ve never missed before, but, you know, it happens. Why didn’t you run?
(Pause.)
Awwww, you were worried about me. Did you think I’d hurt myself? Well, thanks, hubby, but you don’t have to worry. Cats are invulnerable. I’ve got nine lives, remember? That means I can’t get hurt.
(Pause.)
Does too mean that.
(Pause.)
That’s right, there’s no point arguing with me. Why would you try to correct me when I’m right?
(Pause.)
What d’ya mean, I don’t look so good?
(Sounding hurt.) I thought you thought I was pretty.
(Pause.)
(Brightening up.) Oh, you do think I’m beautiful. You meant I look a little off.
In what way?
(Pause.)
Why would you think that, silly? And why are there two of you all of a suddenly? All of a suggen. Sudden. Whatever.
(Pause.)
No, I didn’t hit my head when I landed. What would I have hit my head on. There’s nothing but leaves here. I just… (Sneezes.)
Sorry, hubby. That came out of nowhere. I just… (Sneezes.)
No, I don’t know. Maybe allergies.
(Pause.)
Nope, never had allergies before, but I can’t think of another reason why I might… (A few coughs.)
(Pause.)
Whaaaaaaat? Sick? No way. Cats don’t get sick. That’s a silly human thing.
(Pause.)
Cats do not get sick. I told you, cats are invulnertable.
(Pause.)
Right, that’s what I said. Invulnerable. Geez, hubby. You’re thinking I’m sick, but you’re the one not hearing things properly.
Now, if you’ll stop being so silly and doing things like spinning in circles, we could get back to our game.
(Pause.)
Don’t tell me you’re not spinning. You and the whole forest is doing it. I’m actually impressed. How did you manage to get the whole park to… ohhhhhh.
(Kimchi faints. When she wakes up, she’s in bed. She sounds a little groggy.)
Hubby? What happened? Why am I in bed? Where did the forest go?
(Pause.)
Yes, the park. The grass, the trees, the leaves. Where did it go?
(Pause.)
I did not pass out. I can fall asleep very quickly, but only when I’m trying. And I wasn’t trying.
I wanted to catch you. That’s our Saturday game. I get to hunt you in the morning and then I have the rest of the day to make you happy after I catch you.
I love being the hunter and you love being the prey. I love our Saturdays. You don’t have to go to work. I get to play with you all day. Now what happened?
(Pause.)
No, no, hubby. I think you’re confused. I carry you when I catch you. You don’t carry me. You couldn’t have carried me all the way home.
(Pause.)
No, hubby, it’s not that I think you’re not strong enough, it’s just that it doesn’t happen that way. I catch you. I carry you. I make you happy. Do you see the relationship here? Me to you. You’re getting it backwards. Now let me get up and…
(Kimchi tries to get up but stops right away. Sore, painful moans. Kimchi starts to sound a little groggier and now sounds a little stuffed up as well. If you want to cough at times, go ahead when you think it works.)
Ohhhh. Ohhh, OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH. My body hurts. Why does my body hurt?
What did you do to me? What did I do to me? Wait, did the forest do this to me? I didn’t know it could do that. I thought it liked me. What’s going on?
(Pause.)
A fever? Pfft. Cats don’t get fevers.
(Pause.)
No, I’m not dizzy, and I don’t have body aches. I’m a cat. We’re invulnershuble. Invernatable. Invlurt… We can’t get sick.
(Pause.)
Of course I can say the word. I’ve said it before, many times. You’ve heard me say it.
(Pause.)
I… just… don’t want to say it right now. That’s all. It has nothing to do with the fact that I’m dizzy and achy all over.
(Pause.)
Oh, drat. You tricked me. Ok, fine, I’m a little dizzy, but that’s probably just because I crashed into those leaves.
(Pause.)
Yes, those leaves. There were a lot of them. And they were really big. They ganged up on me. Why does the park not like me all of a sudden?
(Pause.)
(Kimchi sounds even more stuffed up now.) No, my nose isn’t starting to run. Legs run. Noses sniff. Hubby, I think you’re the one who’s sick if you forgot that.
(Pause.)
Oh, you mean I’m leaking. Yeah, you’re right. What’s this coming out of my nose?
(Pause.)
Ewwww, that’s disgusting. How could that be?
(Pause.)
What’s that? A Kleenex? What do I do with it?
(Pause.)
Ok. (Blows nose.) WOW! Hubby, look at this. That came out of me. What’s going on?
And why am I naked with the air conditioner on? It’s freezing in here.
(Pause.)
What? I can’t be in my pajamas and under the covers. It’s so cold, I…
Huh. I guess you’re right. Wow. How did I not know that? And why am I so cold?
Wait. What’s that? (Distrustful.) Hubbyyyyy, what is that?
(Pause.)
Yes, that filthy, disgusting, vomit inducing, nasty goop that smells like you pulled it out of the garbage disposal. And why are you pouring some of it into a spoon?
(Pause.)
You can’t be serious. There is no way I’m swallowing that.
(Pause.)
You humans do it all the time? What, in the literal hell, is wrong with you? No wonder cats are superior in every way when you’re sabotaging yourself as a species by eating that filth.
(Pause.)
You can call it medicine and good for me if you want, but I know better. And it doesn’t matter. I’m not sick.
(Kimchi gets a little panicky.)
Hubby? Where are you going?
(Pause.)
(Quietly, afraid to admit the truth.) Well… yeah… I guess some chicken soup does sound kinda good right now. I suppose I’d like some. But only because I always like your chicken soup. It’s nummy.
If… if you wanted to make me some, I guess I’d eat it.
(Pause)
(Panicky.) Hubby? Wait. Don’t… don’t go.
(Pause.)
Yes, I know the ingredients and the stove aren’t in here, but… I don’t want you to go.
(Pause.)
I know you’re not leaving the apartment, but I don’t want you to go… anywhere. I… don’t want you to leave me.
(Pause.)
No, please. I’m…
(Sweetly, tenderly, frightened.) I’m scared. Hubby… I’m scared. I’ve never felt like this before. I’m… sick. That means I could… I could die, right? What if you left, even for a minute, and I needed you. I think that… if you go… even for a little bit… I might…
(Long pause. Hubby walks to the dresser and opens a drawer to get something.)
Hubby, what is that? Why are you counting to ten?
(Pause.)
You’re tying a bow on my wrist.
(Pause.)
Yes, it is pretty. I like the color very much. You make a nice bow. I like it.
(Pause.)
What? There was no hunt.
(Pause.)
Oh, so that’s what the counting meant. You started a game, didn’t you? You caught me. You tied me… with this bow. And now you have to make me happy.
(Pause.)
That’s right. Those are the rules.
(Pause. From now on, Kimchi sounds more and more tired, and gets quieter and quieter until she falls asleep.)
Yes, please. Climb into bed with me and hold me.
(Pause.)
Thank you, hubby. You feel so warm. And your arms around me makes me feel safe.
I don’t like being sick. It makes me scared. I don’t want to die, hubby. I don’t want you to go away.
(Pause.)
Ok. I guess you’re right. I can’t die with you here now because you have to make me happy, and being apart from you would make me sad.
(Pause.)
Yes, that’s right. You have to make me happy. Those are the rules. And you are, hubby. You are making me very happy right now.
(Pause.)
Oh, yes, hubby. Stroking my hair feels so good. I always like it when you pet me.
(Pause.)
And scritch my ears. Just like that.
(Pause.)
Yes, I like laying on your chest. Is it ok if I squeeze you?
(Pause.)
Yes, that would make me happy.
(Pause.)
That’s good. If I hold on tighter, you’re even warmer. How is that possible? Am I squeezing warmth out of you?
(Pause.)
Hubby, thank you. You make me not scared. I love you, hubby. I love you. I’m so glad you’re mine.
(Pause.)
No, I’m not yours. You’re mine.
(Pause.)
Ok. I’m yours too.
(Pause.)
Yes, that makes me happy.
(Pause.)
No, I’m not going to fall asleep. I just like laying here with you.
(Pause.)
So what if my eyes are closed. That means I’m comfortable.
(Pause.)
Yes, I am a good hunter. I love to catch you and make you happy, because I love you.
But… I always wondered why you liked being the prey so much. Now I know. This is nice. You’re nice.
I like you taking care of me. I love you, hubby. I… love…
(Kimchi falls asleep.)
Part 8 next.

Everyone Keeps Asking So Here You Are:
Fallout4.esm
DLCRobot.esm
DLCworkshop01.esm
DLCCoast.esm
DLCworkshop02.esm
DLCworkshop03.esm
DLCNukaWorld.esm
DLCUltraHighResolution.esm
HUDFramework.esm
ArmorKeywords.esm
SBRsFramework.esm
HiPolyFacesCompanionPlugin.esl
FFO.esm
TrueStormsFO4.esm
ExtendedWeaponSystem.esm
Endless Warfare.esm
IllumBillboardsAIO.esl
CROSS_CoA.esl
TeslaHeavyGun.esl
7 More SPECIAL points.esl
Cyber Arms.esl
Skb-MinigunsRebirth.esl
GoodneighborExpanded.esp
ODT - Raider Armors Retextured.esl
CWRaiders.esl
TCDeyes.esp
Dogs can grab player.esl
DamnApocalypse_CORE.esm
KillTips_by_tooun.esl
Natural Roads.esl
Serene Skin.esp
FIS-Naming-Weap-Armo-EN.esp
Diello_ExtraIconsForFIS.esp
Armorsmith Extended.esp
[KB-47]-INSTITUTE.esp
DamnApocalypse_Loot.esp
FFO.esp
A Forest.esp
BetterCombatZone.esp
ENBLightsHDRPatch.esp
DamnApocalypse_PowerArmor.esp
HiPolyFaces.esp
CBBE.esp
RaiderOverhaul.esp
OutcastsAndRemnants.esp
CrimeTown.esp
Wasteland Illumination.esp
GoodneighborExpanded[Patch-Crimetown].esp
Depravity.esp
AmazingFollowerTweaks.esp
Stm_DiamondCityExpansion.esp
MikeMooresMCAM.esp
CheatTerminal.esp
[KB-47]SYNTHS.esp
Goodneighbor Apartment.esp
GoodneighborExpanded[Patch-GoodneighborApartment].esp
TWH_TheWayHome.esp
CruiseShipWreck.esp
Mercenary.esp
Forced Evolution.esp
ProjectValkyrie.esp
LimaOutpost.esp
MK3_Takedown_Rifle.esp
VD_SIGMCXVirtus.esp
MW1Akilo47.esp
PKMnv.esp
MW1Mike4.esp
SPR300.esp
[XHX] Metro Exodus Stallion.esp
BF1 Animations - Double Barrel Shotgun v2.3.esp
CROSS_MojaveManhunter.esp
MK18.esp
Remington700.esp
LString_Bow.esp
AER15.esp
AAC_HoneyBadger.esp
F4NVServiceRifleRedux.esp
RPD.esp
AKeVolk.esp
M2Agency.esp
WattzLaserGun.esp
HuntingRevolver.esp
ButtonsCompanion.esp
llamaCompanionHeatherv2.esp
LeeEnfieldNo4MkI.esp
EndlessWarfareDLCFixes.esp
STREETSWEEPER.esp
(SKI-NotDave) P-5 Power Armor.esp
Ranger.esp
NAC.esp
Burst Impact Blast FX.esp
Ryan.esp
FnScar.esp
CitySurvivor.esp
Vargo52.esp
MP7.esp
OP_Workbench.esp
HK_MP5.esp
X12Plasmacaster.esp
GIAT_FAMAS.esp
Mossberg500.esp
Glock19x.esp
TEC9.esp
AX50.esp
Modern Weapon Replacer - Glock 19x FX0x01 - 10mm Pistols.esp
SigSauerP320.esp
Modern Weapon Replacer - Sig Sauer P320 M17 - Deliverer.esp
SideAim.esp
Black Widow Suit.esp
ScreenArcherMenu.esp
SettleObjExpandPack.esp
SettleObjExpandPack-AllLightShadowEnabler.esp
PhotoMode.esp
Better_Notes.esp
SBRPatch-GIAT_FAMAS_SA.esp
SBRPatch-SeeThroughScopes_SideAim_Compatibility.esp
Insignificant Object Remover.esp
Realistic Movement Speed.esp
The Eyes Of Beauty.esp
KSHairdos.esp
ChildrenOfAtomFace.esp
Stalker Suit.esp
StalkerSuit - CoA.esp
Triggermen FC.esp
Famas_Addon.esp
Faster Terminal Displays (20x).esp
Complaint of the commonwealth.esp
LostWorld.esp
Modern Military Pack.esp
VD&AO_SIG_MCX_LT.esp
ESPExplorerFO4.esp
Faster Stations.esp
Reverb and Ambiance Overhaul.esp
TrueStormsFO4-FarHarbor.esp
TrueStormsFO4-NukaWorld-FH-Compat.esp
NAC-FH.esp
NAC-NW.esp
Nac-TrueStormsFHPatch.esp
TrueStormsFO4-GlowingSeaExtraRads.esp
TrueStormsFO4-FarHarborExtraRads.esp
Vault-Tec Armor Redux - Modular Expansion & Fixes.esp
MW2022_Ghost_Mexico_Urban.esp
Rusty Face Fix.esp
nino.esp
Linglongvita.esp
TeslaHeavyAuto_LLInjector.esp
MWM4 Ultimate Redux_Warfighter_No TR_LLI.esp
Factor.esp
Factor_LLInjector.esp
AX50_LLInjector.esp
AKeVolk_LLInjector.esp
AAlpha12.esp
AAlpha12_LLI.esp
Tactical Flashlights.esp
Tactical Flashlights - Settings.esp
USP .45_by_tooun.esp
F4NV_44_Magnum.esp
SV-98.esp
PIP-Pad.esp
AzarPonytailHairstyles.esp
VGDoubleBarrel.esp
VGDoubleBarrelReplacer.esp
VaultTecSecurityReplacement.esp
VaultTec Chest Armor.esp
HoneyBadger Expansion.esp
XP-GEM.esp
AlysrazaOverlays.esp
CombatArmor_Remodel_mr.esp
Alternative Satellite World Maps.esp
VividFallout - AiO - 2k.esp
Grasslands - Healthy.esp
KSHairdosExtra.esp
EndlessWarfare_MechBots.esp
Campsite.esp
Smoke-able Cigars.esp
LooksMenu.esp
3dscopes.esp
MwOtter.esp
RRRebelArmor.esp
Toxic Raider Armour.esp
CROSS_Cybernetics.esp
CROSS_Jetpack.esp
Project Elimination - PMC Combat Suit.esp
Ev_CPA10.esp
EV_CPA10_LL.esp
GammaGunRedux.esp
[BXX] Die Hardman's mask.esp
[KB-47]-ModernVehicles-V1.4.esp
Desert Punk Raiders.esp
[MW2022] Shadow Company.esp
LeatherHood.esp
MWR_Opfor.esp
CoD MW OpFor - Minutemen.esp
MinutemenEnforcer.esp
Modern Replacer - Tape.esp
Modern Replacer - Antiseptic.esp
Modern Replacer - Blowtorch.esp
Modern Replacer - Jerry Can.esp
Modern Replacer - Cement.esp
Modern Replacer - Gears.esp
Modern Replacer - Ashtray.esp
Modern Replacer - Concrete.esp
Modern Replacer - Oil Filter.esp
Modern Replacer - Fiber Optic.esp
[KB-47]ROBOTS.esp
Robots_CR .esp
[KB-47] DC Police.esp
AVBMusket.esp
MutantBear.esp
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M2_Flamethrower_2.2.esp
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Remington700_Addon.esp
X12-PlasmaReplacer.esp
GoodneighborExpanded[Patch-Previs].esp
FFHD.esp
Addiction Overhaul.esp
Dreaded Deathclaws 4k.esp
Gloomy Glass.esp
M8rDisableCreationClub.esp
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MoreEnemies.esp
Infinite Armory.esp
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dynamicHelmet.esp
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VeryZenFGEP_4k.esp
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Arbitration - Sneak Detection Distance Increase (Half).esp
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VD_SIGMCXVirtus_SA.esp
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Might be the wrong place for this but although I'm primarily an electric bass player I do have a double bass that I need to sell. The bass comes with a bow but I do not remember whatsoever if it is a real horse hair bow or a synthetic one. How do I tell from looking at it/playing it?
If not allowed, please just delete. THANKS IN ADVANCE

The Letter With the Silver Seal
Hooves drummed on the hard-packed dirt of the road.
The rider’s cloak streamed back in the wind of his running, and dust rose in his wake.
After months of searching, riding town to town, dawn to dusk, Finn finally had a lead on the wayward elf. The letter rested in his satchel, slung diagonally from shoulder to waist under his travel cloak. It was wrapped in oilcloth and sealed with silver wax bearing the intricate sigil of House Fyndrael. The letter was urgent, make haste, Lord Brynwell had said. And Finn had rode like a madman ever since.
People flashed past in both directions, the occasional ox-drawn cart or a courier on horseback kicking up dust in their haste. Some cursed his breakneck speed, turning to shake fists. Finn just grinned and spurred his horse faster. The road curved ahead through a thicket of trees and wound off into the countryside like a dusty ribbon dotted intermittently with the dark shapes of carts, wagons, and riders.
In the distance, the faint, cloudy silhouette of Suncrest Hold beckoned him. Almost there. A few more hours, he would put the letter in the elf’s hand and be on his way. A smile split his dusty face, and he leaned low over Dett’s neck, urging the horse on, eager to be quit of this mission and on his way back to Kaelos and all the comforts the sprawling mountain city had to offer. Wine and dancing, dicing and women, taverns and inns and brothels enough to drown a man in pleasures, that’s what waited in Kaelos. But first, he had to deliver the letter.
“Alright, Dett, show us your heart,” Finn put his face against the horse’s neck and the wind snagged his hood away, streaming his long honey-kissed hair out behind. “A few more miles, and you can rest. All the oats and water you can stomach.”
Trees flashed past. Dogs barked sharp challenges, then fell away. Dett thought this was a race, strained to go faster, legs and neck stretched out, mane and tail whipping in the wind. A group of caravaners cursed him as he thundered past. Finn laughed, called back his apologies and raced on, laying about with his reins.
Hours passed, the road transitioned from hard-packed dirt to the dark gray of flagstones and traffic deepened. Suncrest Hold rose before him in all its gray glory; slate-roofed towers and spires reached for the sky behind the silver-gray teeth of battlements. People, carts, farmers with wagons, merchants, and caravans crowded the road. Finn slowed Dett to a trot, skillfully weaving through the crowd with the desperate urgency only a man months gone from home could muster. He was ready to see this mission done.
He passed under an arched portcullis and came abreast of the guard house on the other side.
Soldiers in steel ring mail worn under red tabards slashed with black and embroidered with the royal coat of arms waved him through when they saw the silver glint of a courier’s badge pinned on his leather tunic.
“Make way,” they growled at the crowd, shouldering into the people and shoving them aside so Finn could pass. “Make way for a courier. Move it, you country kelps!”
People grumbled and cast dark looks Finn’s way, but they moved. None wanted to be the one who delayed a royal courier.
A figure in polished platemail worn under her tabard, and the transverse crested helm of an officer, stepped out of the guard house. Finn brought Dett to a halt.
The officer approached.
“May the sun favor your roads,” she greeted. Finn noticed the four golden knots of a captain embroidered on her tabard’s left breast. “May I offer the courier an escort?”
Finn’s mind went blank. This lady wasn’t just pretty for a guardswoman; she was unbelievably striking by any standard across the land. Breathtaking. He wanted to get off his horse and propose marriage on the spot. Heat began to rise in his cheeks, and he covered it by bowing in his saddle and giving his cloak a little flourish. A thick layer of dust broke free and danced around him.
“Gracious of you, my lady,” he said, cuffing his brow. “I am looking for an elf named Aberiel. I was told I could find him here in Suncrest Hold. Heard of him?”
“Captain Aurelume,” she said, looking off down the main road at all the buildings and structures crowding up to the walks. “Not My Lady. I'm not noble blood. Aberiel, you say?”
Finn gave a nod and patted Dett’s neck to calm the restless horse.
“Can you describe this man?”
Finn dug into his saddle and drew out a piece of parchment enchanted with the elf’s likeness. He handed it to the captain. She studied the portrait.
One of the other guards came up and peered over her shoulder, his face crisscrossed with old scars inside his open-faced helmet. “Damn, looks like the one what got back-knifed over dice a few nights gone. Remember? Almost died and the Count was all in a fury. Had us knocking down doors and cracking heads for three nights til we got the ones what did it. Darkhand gang, it was.”
Captain Aurelume studied the picture, her lips pursed. Her eyes were cerulean jewels dancing with sparks of sunlight.
She drummed a gauntleted finger on her sword hilt, and the sun glinted off her pauldrons. “Yes,” she said after several moments. “I remember him. Young and reckless, fair hand with the ladies, I’m told.” She glanced at her guard. “Which I suspect is the true reason for the knife in the back. Men have killed for far less.”
The guard shrugged, and his ringmail made soft clinking sounds. “Only said what I was told, Captain. Dice, they said it was.”
The captain returned her attention to Finn.
She returned the picture. “Try the Medi toward the center of the city. Beside the Basilica.” She nodded at the guard beside her. “Harker will show you the way. Good luck.” She turned and disappeared back into the guardhouse.
Harker came up beside Finn. “Alright then,” he grumbled, obviously irritated with having to play babysitter. “This way.”
Finn followed him down long streets that turned and twisted through the city. Every few seconds, he would holler for the crowd to give way to a courier. After a time, they came to a sprawling structure of soaring turrets, tiled roofs, tall arches, and windows filled with ornate traceries and colorful glass. A central dome gleamed silver in the sun.
“The Medi,” he said, and without so much as a by your leave, turned sharply on his heel and waded back into the crowd.
Finn eased Dett over to a tie post on the side of the road and swung out of the saddle, his legs filled with a deep ache from months on the road. He took a moment to stretch and stamp his feet before climbing the marble steps to the fluted columns flanking a set of tall doors rounded at the top and standing open to the public.
Inside, it was dark and subdued; carpet in blue and silver with fancy tassels flowed down the corridors. Tapestries hung the walls and the air smelled of herbs and incense. After getting directions from one of the healers, he stood at the entrance to a private room.
The door stood open, and a gentle breeze whispered through tall, arched windows. The room was small, modestly appointed with bookshelves on the walls and a small brazier across from a four-post bed on which lounged a figure wrapped around the midsection with clean bandages.
Finn knocked on the door frame and stepped inside. The elf on the bed stirred from his reading and set the book aside, fastening his eyes on the visitor. “Who are you?”
Finn approached the bed and gave a slight bow. “Finnton, my lord,” he said, digging into his satchel. “You are Aberiel of House Fyndrael?”
The elf’s eyes hardened with suspicion. His hand slipped under the sheet covering him to the waist. “Who sent you? What is this?”
“I was dispatched from Kaelos five months ago, my lord,” Finn produced the letter. The elf’s eyes locked on the silver seal, and the coiled readiness in his posture melted away. “That is my house seal. Give it to me.” The elf snatched the letter from Finn’s hand, gave the seal a cursory inspection, and broke it off with his thumbnail. His eyes moved over the words. He stopped at one point, drew in a deep, ragged breath, and glanced at the ceiling before continuing.
A single tear broke free from one of Aberiel Fyndrael’s lavender eyes.
The hand holding the letter slowly sank into his lap. Another tear streaked his cheek. Redness gathered in his eyes, across his face. “They have found her,” he said. His voice was a quavering whisper. “She…” he broke off with a sob. “She…I can’t believe it…she…”
Whatever the elf was going to say, Finn would never know. The words were drowned in anguished cries.
Finn turned to go, but thought he caught a glimpse of a smile breaking through the elf’s tears. Was Aberiel smiling? Finn couldn’t tell and it would be rude to stay. Whether tears of sorrow or joy, he would never know. Nor did he care.
“Good day, my lord.”
He left the elf lordling to his letter and his tears and silently wished him all the best. It was time to see to Dett and lodging for the night. A hot bath to wash away the dust of the road and a hearty meal to fill his belly, that was what he required. Then sleep. Dawn came early this time of year and he wanted to be on the road with the first rays of sunlight.
He stepped out of the Medi and took Dett’s reins in his hand. Music drifted to his ear from a lively tavern down the street. The sounds of raucous laughter and a dozen conversations sang in the air.
A grin crept onto his face.
A bath, a meal and maybe just one game of dice before he found his bed. He turned toward the tavern.
A man had needs.

At the world’s top college of magic and technology, every day brings a new discovery -and a new disaster. The advanced experiments of the college students tend to be both ambitious and apocalyptic, with the end of the world only prevented by a mysterious time loop, and a small handful of students who retain their memories.
Surviving the loops was hard enough, but now, in his senior year, Vell Harlan must take charge of them, and deal with the fact that the whole world now knows his secrets. Everyone knows about Vell’s death and resurrection, along with the divine game he is a part of. Now Vell must contend with overly curious scientists and evil billionaires hungry for divine power while the daily doomsday cycle bombards him with terrorists, talking elephants, and the Grim Reaper himself -but if he can endure it all, the Last Goddess’s game promises the ultimate prize: power over life itself.
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The last few notes of a Roxy Rocket song echoed through Vell’s dorm, and while scrappy and dissonant, they were at least coherent. An improvement from early lessons, especially.
“Well, that didn’t hurt to listen to,” Skye said. “You’re making progress.”
“You have such a way with words,” Vell said.
“Okay, fine,” Skye said. “You’re actually making good progress for a guy who only finds time to practice every couple weeks.”
The ever-encroaching responsibilities of being a senior, the leader of the loopers, and the focus of a godly game of fate had whittled Vell’s free time down to almost nothing. The occasional guitar lessons were some of his only islands amid the storm, and a welcome excuse to spend more time with Skye.
“You want to try a few more chords?”
“My hands are starting to hurt, actually,” Vell said. He pulled away from the guitar strings and shook tense fingers loose, revealing fingertips rubbed red and raw by practice. Skye stepped forward and took him by the wrist to examine his hands.
“I do not understand how a guy like you doesn’t have thicker skin,” Skye said. “Weren’t you an actual cowboy for a while? You did rodeos and everything.”
“I wore gloves,” Vell said.
“And for the rest of the weird shit you’ve done in your life?”
Vell took a long pause.
“Yeah, I don’t know,” Vell said. “Good genes, I guess.”
“I’m not complaining, mind you, I just think-”
A loud dinging sound from Skye’s purse interrupted the conversation, and she released her grip on Vell to go answer her phone. Vell recognized those familiar chimes as the Dad Ringtone. While most contacts were set to vibrate, Skye’s father and a few other lucky high-priority contacts got their own ringtones. Vell was lucky enough to have his ringtone set to the theme song of a cartoon Skye had loved as a kid, but played at a much lower volume than the Dad Ringtone. Skye’s father didn’t call often, and when he did it was usually about something important, so she wanted to be sure to never miss a call.
“Hey dad,” Skye began. “No, now’s fine. What’s up?”
Vell set his guitar back on the shelf and relaxed while Skye continued the call.
“No, no, that’d be fine, great, even,” Skye said. “He might be a little busy, but- What?”
Skye’s delight and talking to her father shifted to mild concern.
“Dad we kind of need to- no, not tomorrow, dad,” Skye said. “Dad!”
A long silence followed as Skye held the phone frozen by her ear for a short time. She tucked it back into her purse, took a deep breath, and clapped her hands together as she spun to face Vell.
“So, good news, you’re going to get to meet my dad,” Skye squeaked.
“And the bad news?”
“Well, part one of the bad news is that it’s going to happen tomorrow,” Skye said. Vell would’ve like a little more notice, but that was far from disastrous. Part two was still waiting, though. “And part two is that I kind of maybe didn’t do a very good job describing the nature of our relationship, and he sort of a little bit thinks you’re...a hero.”
Vell waited for a part three, and there was none.
“Is that the bad news?” Vell scoffed. “I might let him down a little, but there’s worse things my girlfriend’s dad could think of me.”
“Yeah there’s definitely a few upsides, be sure to hold on to those,” Skye said. “But also, you know how I flunked out of mad scientist school?”
“Yeah?”
“Well my dad...didn’t.”
***
“Your girlfriend’s dad is a supervillain?”
“Former supervillain,” Vell corrected. He adjusted the suit coat he’d just put on. “He left the game after she was born and went white hat, now he only builds death rays and robot armies so relevant authorities can observe, learn, and prepare for the real deal.”
Having a genuine mad scientist to train with helped keep secret agents and spies ready for actual threats, and Skye’s father got to keep doing what he loved: threatening to blow up the world.
“Are you still really a supervillain if you don’t actually do any villain shit?” Hawke wondered aloud. “Isn’t he just sort a supertrainer? What would you call that?”
“I’d call it asinine,” Alex said. “We shouldn’t be condoning this behavior, much less inviting him to build a death ray on our campus.”
The Einstein-Odinson had been selected as the faux-mad scientist’s next testing ground, and due to a misunderstanding of his role on campus, Vell had been selected as his testing partner. He had to put on a tuxedo and everything, to better fit the classic secret agent trope Skye’s father was envisioning.
“Mad scientists are an important part of the scientific ecosystem,” Helena said.
“You’d know,” Samson muttered under his breath.
“Conflict breeds innovation,” Helena continued, either heedless to or deliberately ignoring his snide comment. “The arc of history requires both heroes and villains.”
“Yeah, well, as far as villains go, I prefer mine to be weird old dads with fake death rays,” Kim said. “Still, Vell, doesn’t it feel kind of weird that he doesn’t actually know you’re dating his daughter?”
“It’s fine,” Vell insisted. “It’s always awkward trying to talk to your parents about your relationship, and she just over-focused on me saving the day and helping people. Simple miscommunication.”
“And when are you resolving that miscommunication?”
“Later,” Vell said. “Skye and her dad don’t get to spend much time together anymore. They’ll take the day, and we’ll get this all sorted out later.”
A life of volcano lairs, alpine bases, and remote tropical islands did not exactly make it easy for Skye to keep up with her dad, so having him concoct a scheme right on her home turf was a good way for the two of them to spend time together. Right now, Vell’s only priority was allowing for some healthy father-daughter bonding time. And also preventing the apocalypse.
“Okay, I’m good to go,” Vell said, as he finished up the knot in his bow-tie. “Hawke, ready on comms?”
“Mission control good to go, Agent Harlan,” Hawke said. He enjoyed any apocalyptic arrangement that allowed him to stay safely behind a chair, but playing mission control was especially fun.
“Good. Samson, you’re on tech duty,” Vell said. “The rest of you, keep an eye on the island. There’s no guarantee our supervillain will actually end the world. Which feels like a weird thing to say.”
Big events usually invited big catastrophes, and a literal supervillain seemed like a prime spark for some apocalyptic fire, but Vell was not so sure. He couldn’t think of anything less likely to actually end the world than a deliberate attempt to do so. All the loopers agreed having some backup eyes on other potential disasters might be warranted.
“Let’s just get this over with,” Alex said. She was the first to leave, everyone else filtered into their respective roles to play soon enough. Samson walked alongside Vell as he left the lair.
“Hey, do I have to put up the whole mission control act like Hawke was doing?”
“Not if you don’t want to,” Vell said. “Play it up a little if Skye’s dad is around, maybe, but like, right now we can just talk normally.”
“Okay, cool. Got your shit right here,” Samson said, as he hefted a large bag of gadget. “Standard spy bullshit. Gizmo watch, secret cufflink radios, pen with a concealed laser cutter, got it all right here.”
“Thanks,” Vell said. “Where’d you find all this stuff?”
“I just asked,” Samson said with a shrug. “Island full of supergenius weirdos, most of them had this kind of stuff just lying around.”
“Convenient. Did you make a list of everyone you got this stuff from?”
“So we can keep an eye on them? Yeah.”
“So I can give it back later,” Vell corrected. “But yeah, actually, knowing about the laser pen guy might be a good idea.”
“We’ll know where to start with any laser-based apocalypses,” Samson said.
“Good instinct,” Vell said. The two of them walked out of the building and towards the docks. “Am I walking weird? I’ve never worn a tux before.”
“Little stiff, but I think it’s working in your favor. You look more serious.”
“Great, thanks,” Vell said. He stepped up to the edge of the docks and strapped on his gadget watch before checking the time on it. “Should be here soon.”
“You need me to stick around?”
“No, you’re good,” Vell said. “Thanks for the help.”
Samson excused himself before the chaos started in full. Vell felt like an idiot standing around in a tux for a minute or two, until he was joined by someone in an equally odd outfit. Skye joined him in waiting on the docks, wearing a dress with long sleeves and a short skirt over sparkling tights and some very high-heeled boots.
“Very gogo dancer,” Vell said.
“Yeah, dad’s really into that whole Cold War era 60’s style,” Skye said. “Apparently this is what a ‘proper villainess’ looks like to him.”
“Could be worse, could be the catsuit kind of female villain.”
“Ugh, don’t get me started,” Skye said. “Every time he took me to work conferences I had to watch grown women try to waddle around in pleather bodysuits.”
“Supervillains have conferences?”
“Oh yeah, surprisingly good ones,” Skye said. “Especially if you’re a little girl who likes genetically engineered sharks.”
“Oh, so that’s where you got your start.”
Skye nodded. Her penchant for genetic engineering had struck at an early age. Her father had initially been excited for her to get into the family business, but it turned out Skye just liked fucking with fish DNA, and didn’t have much skill in all the non-genetic engineering parts of mad science. He was proud of her anyway.
After shifting on uncomfortably high heels for the umpteenth time, Skye checked her phone and texted her father.
“He says he’s pulling up right now,” Skye said. Vell scanned the horizon and saw nothing coming across the ocean.
“Is he at the right-”
Vell was cut off, and forced to step back, as the ocean started to churn. The waves parted to reveal a jet-black submarine with a towering, jagged skull carved into the prow.
“Oh, right, supervillain,” Vell said.
The imposing submersible drifted to a halt, and a hatched on the side hissed open. Red lights beamed out from the darkness within, and a few seconds later, an armored killbot marched down a boarding ramp, flanked by a towering man in a long white labcoat. He had a jagged streak of black through his otherwise gray hair, and wore heavy glasses with thick black lenses that obscured his gaze and shadowed his face.
“Hi dad,” Skye said.
“Hello dear,” said the man behind the murder machine. He stepped off the boarding ramp onto the dock, as another killbot exited to flank him, and fixed his dark glasses on Vell. “And as for you...I am Doc-”
“Doc” stopped his imposing introduction to have a coughing fit. Skye stepped up and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Dad, did you take your meds today?”
“I did, I did,” the Doc said, between coughs. “Just a climate thing. I got on the damn submarine in Seattle, now we’re in the tropics, there’s pressure differentials, humidity.”
He let out a few more coughs and then cleared his throat loudly, before regaining his previous composure.
“Now, as I was saying,” he continued. “I am Doc Ragnarok!”
His boisterous shout failed to echo in the open air of the docks.
“Oh, good lord, that was terrible,” Doc Ragnarok said. “Can I try again?”
“I wouldn’t bother,” Vell said. “We’re by the beach, open air, the acoustics are terrible.”
“Oh, yes, you’re right,” Doc Ragnarok agreed. “Finally, someone who appreciates the details. You must be Vell, then, or is it Agent Harlan? Do you have a codename I should be using?’
“It’s just Harlan. Vell Harlan.”
“Yes, Skye has told me quite a bit about you,” Doc said. “You’ve escaped kidnapping attempts, outwitted undead thieves, stolen secret treasures.”
“Oh, he’s, uh, also a really nice guy, very helpful, top student,” Skye said, laying groundwork for the eventual boyfriend reveal.
“I expect nothing less,” Doc Ragnarok said. “I can’t begin to tell you how excited I am to face off against someone with real credentials again, Mr. Harlan. For the past few decades it’s been nothing but greenhorns using me as a test run, well-trained but no experience, no sense of style.”
“Well, I am nothing if not experienced,” Vell said. “Stylish, however...well, this tuxedo is a rental.”
“I can tell,” Doc Ragnarok said. He let out a single boisterous bark of delighted laughter. “Ah, look at us, already bantering. I missed this.’
Doc cleared his throat again and regained his ominous supervillain demeanor, as he snapped his fingers to make the killbots flank him.
“I must begin my preparations,” he said, in a voice shockingly distinct from his earlier conversational tone. “Challenge me if you dare.”
“Excuse me a moment,” said a voice somewhere behind the killbots. Doc snapped his fingers, ordering the crowd to part again, and Helena hopped forward on her crutches. Skye glanced at Vell curiously, and he shrugged in confusion. She wasn’t supposed to be here, for multiple reasons.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes, I was just reading your book earlier, ‘Practically Evil: A Guide to Classic Villainy’,” Helena said. “It’s a great read, but what really stood out to me is the section on classic henchman archetypes, specifically ‘The Igor’?”
She held up the book in question, which Vell noted had a picture of Doc Ragnarok holding a skull on the cover, and opened it to the section in question.
“Oh yes, I understand, completely,” Doc Ragnarok said. “As I said in the section opener, that information is presented for historical context, and I strongly condemn the typecasting of differently-abled persons like yourself into such roles. Regardless of my intent, I’m sorry if I caused any offense, and if you have feedback-”
“Oh, no, you misunderstand, I’m not offended, I’m actually intrigued,” Helena said. She turned the book around to quote a specific passage. “‘An outcast, often hunchbacked or otherwise misshapen in such a way to make them a pariah, physically handicapped but mentally gifted, driven to evil by the harsh treatment of judgmental peers’. I think it’s a very fitting role for me, and I’d love to give it a try.”
Vell had several very strong opinions about that, but kept all of them to himself.
“Well, it’s a bit short notice, but I’ll never discourage anyone from following the path of evil,” Doc Ragnarok said. “And this is a training exercise, after all, perfect time for you to train. Come along, minion! The more the merrier!”
Doc Ragnarok snapped his fingers again, and the killbots fell in line, this time with Helena in tow. A procession of smaller robots followed, carrying a worrying number of power cores, ray guns, and mutagens. Not for the first time, Vell began to wonder if this was a good idea. The recurring doubts got obliterated as Skye looked over her shoulder and winked. She was worth a lot more trouble than this.

Miraculous 1: Concept: heat Kwami name: Redd Kwami pronouns: he/him Transformation: Redd, ignite detransformation words: Redd, extinguish Power: heat (manipulates heat, so he could make something cold, or hot) Disaster if Kwami uses power without holder: the Eifle tower melts, or something freezes (or mass quantities of metal in general) Animal: red panda Type of item: Elastic bracelet, (sometimes a hair tie) Miraculous weapon: bow and arrow Holder name: jack Holder superhero name: pandiscorch
Miraculous 2: Concept: Change Kwami name: Miika (or Mikka) Transformation words: Miika, rainbow detransformation words: Miika, black and white Power: Kaleidoscope (switches people’s places around) Disaster if Kwami uses power without holder: every single person on earth gets switched Animal: humming bird Miraculous type: hair clip Weapon: kaleidoscope Holder name: Holder superhero name: Color bird
Miraculous 3: Concept: strength Kwami name: Barry Transformation words: Barry, kick butt detransformation words: Barry, legs rest Power: buff up (becomes insanely strong) Disaster if Kwami uses power without holder: one touch would shatter the most powerful of materials Animal: bear Holder name: Lucas Holder superhero name: Mko
Miraculous 4: Concept: darkness Kwami name: Voidd Transformation words: Voidd, pitch black detransformation words: Voidd, fill the darkness Power: Absorb (absorbs energy, but notably doesn’t get to use the energy he absorbed, it’s gone unless magic ladybugs bring it back) Disaster if Kwami uses power without holder: all sorts of energy everywhere gets absorbed Animal: Bat Miraculous type: unknown (no one besides the darkness knows) Miraculous weapon: Unknown (the holder hasn’t taken it out before) Holder name: Unknown Holder supervillain name: the darkness
Miraculous 5: Concept: light Kwami name: Gloww Transformation words: Gloww, lights on detransformation words: Gloww, lights out Power: Glowlingitization (releases a magic fire fly that does something, similar to Akuma/Kamiko and amok) ( leave what it should do in comments) Disaster if Kwami uses power without holder: glowlings start appearing everywhere Animal: firefly Miraculous type: Unknown Miraculous weapon: Unknown Holder name: N/A Holder superhero name: N/A

Dont fall for the distractions I had a dream about 3-4 months ago, i still remember it. I've been having this re occurring thought to share it, as it might help some. Although I'm nervous and scared of what people might say I have a deep strong feeling to share it, others have heard of this story and they might get tired of it because of how much I mentioned it, but the thought still doesn't get out of my head to tell it. I was in an empty room with what I though was my sister and we were playing some type of board game, I remember there was a black cloud behind her in the corner. The cloud was a mist and I could barely make out anything of it, i remember she had told me it was an "angel" and I remember her getting to her knees to bow down to it, she even rested her head in the floor, I saw her do that and out of respect I just bowed my head down; to this day I regret doing that. I didn't see the mist clearly so I had no idea what I was bowing my head to. Later, we were still playing the board game when I turned around and the same sister that was with me came to us from another corner, she was acting like her usual self, the other sister didn't act like her she was quiet, intimidating and didn't say much. While my other sister came in like how she usually does, making a joke- at this point I don't know why I wasn't more aware of why there were 2 of the same sisters I probably should've been worried or something. Then she said "hey, what's that" and I said "oh, that's an angel" as we we're walking towards it I could see more clearly what was there. It was horrible, I first noticed it's face, it was beautiful it had a baby face, but then I noticed it's skin and it's arms it's skin was light but it was symbols on it, and it seemed durty with black patches, one of the symbols, actually the only symbol that I saw more clearly was the upside down cross, thats when I noticed it was no type of angel, it was a fallen one. It hair was to its shoulders and it was matted, black and spikey; it's wings were alike black with spikes and matted, its tail was also black with spikes and it was long. I remember it being naked but maybe it had a skirt covering its parts, i wouldn't have been able to notice though because its legs were crossed at the ankles and its knees were bent over its stomack, its hands were in handcuffs as well as its ankles, they were chained; that was also how I noticed that it was no angel. When I saw it I was scared but then I remembered how I saw a video on social media get pranked and how she said "I rebuke you in Jesus name, Amen" I then did the same thing I raised my hands to the fallen angel and I told it "I rebuke all evil in Jesus name, Amen." And just when I said that it turned into a sandlike texture and blew away, it reminded me of when yiu blow on a dandelion, it also resembled how when people blow on ashes, the color and texture looked almost identical to it. After that happened the "sister" that was with me in the start, y'know the one that told me it was an angel and that was bowing down to that thing, started telling us something totally unrelated and said "drugs made an impact on the history of korea" she said as "she" turned back around and kept on playing a board game, like as if "she" hadn't seen what happened. I keep quoting she because I know that wasn't my sister, "she" was not like us after she had bowed to the fallen angel. Me and my real sister looked at each other in disbelief like as we both knew that she was an imposter, then the dream ended. This dream made me understand how the devil will give us distraction, like how the imposter sister tried to do when we both saw the evil being blown away by god, she tried to tell us something totally unrelated and tried get our mind off of what had happened. Similar to in real life how the devil will try to hide what happens. But we must not fall, i don't want to cause worry and anxiety and i hope i didn't but these distractions are going to be hard to get over, even sometimes i get distracted and i regret it always. We must be strong in order to open our eyes and let god protect us, ask god to protect you and to take away the distractions, it's hard but the relief and peace you'll get from god is much more better then the distractions keeping you from seeing him. I feel as though its the holy spirit asking me to share this, something in me, maybe god is speaking to me and telling me to share. Because wherever I look wether it be in social media or maybe just day to day life theres always signs of not being scared and not care of what people have to say about it, being brave, and i pray that god can help me post something like this without fear of what others may think, i hope i get the courage to post something like this to my own personal social media, and not hide.

Hello Reddit Users of NJ and beyond. A repeat at a post I put up earlier in the year..but now we are half way through 2024 already and giving this one more go to start a long term relationship that could lead to life partner. Anything is possible, even if in the middle for some fun first or start a friendship that leads to the longer terms. I live in North East NJ but willing to make parts of NJ or even beginning PA work too. Still working on bettering myself as I have been single now for over a year, but a little about me:
5'9
170lbs (dad bod ish)
Love horror movies (recently saw the Tarot movie)
Classic Rock Music/Hair Metal is my jams
I play video games every now and then, plus have friends I stream with during the week
Occasionally watching TV with Hulu/Peacock/Netflix
Definitely an introvert but the Italian in me can keep talking once comfortable with someone
Can sometimes pull out a dad joke or two
Looking for something serious and long term however will meet in the middle if long term is not exactly what you want.
If any interest, please chat or message :)

I wish i was a girl so mcuh especially my best friend she is pretty i wish i could wear dresses without being judged i want long hair with a bow in it i want to be squishy i want nice thighs i want hips i want to be wanted

Can someone help me translate this conversation. It's a sample conversation actually a monologue with a crush(kon to chorp) of mine. I am a male speaker btw.
Hey, Where do you get those bows anyway? I see Thai women wear them all the time. But Ive never seen it before in a shop. How many bows do you have? 100? Just kidding. In America only kids wear hairbows. Not the same as in Thailand. I'll see you next time. Tell (mutual friend) I said hi.
PS. Since I know people on Reddit are extremely sensitive, I actually know this woman already and we have several mutual friends. She isn't a stranger.