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Introduction to the Blog!

Welcome to my self-shipping blog! My F/O is Cain (S/C/P 073) and my S/I's name is Daphne!

Mod is Andy, ze/zem (fluid/bi)

Daphne is a demigirl, she/zem, and Cain is a cis man, he/him.

I make imagines, picrews, moodboards, wallpapers and stories (mainly one-shots); requests for any of these are ~highly encouraged~

I am also not comfortable sharing, so of you also self ship with Cain / ship him with a canon character, please don’t interact (or just block me)! And if you ship him with Abel you should probably just go to therapy.

My ship tag: ☀️ A Love So Deep 🌙

My writing tag: 📝 Written in the History Books 📜

DNI if you’re a te,rf, homo,phobic, trans,phobic, rac,ist, or otherwise make it a point to hate or exclude people. I also don’t accept interaction from pro-sh,ippers, ns,fw blogs, yan,dere blogs, or otherwise.

My AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/TADD_Snowy/profile

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[the-siren-and-the-sailor]

Part One of a story I'm working on with Daphne and Leonora! There will probably be three parts. This is the story of how they split up and found each other again. It also deals with the Apollyons rather than the Interlopers this time.

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“Leo, stop!” A young Daphne shrieked and giggled as she was pelted with berries.

“Say it! Say that I’m the prettiest, you know I am,” Leonora giggled back from atop her perch in the tree.

Daphne playfully stuck her tongue out at her sister, bobbing in the pond below. “I’d never. And you won’t be saying that after this!” And with that she slipped below the algae covered water.

Leonora watched in amusement, waiting for Daphne to realize. The mergirl tried, and tried some more, but the tail she wanted never appeared.

“It doesn’t work in freshwater, you dummy!” Leo called.

Daphne surfaced, flicking her hair and accidentally slapping her face with it. “Well how was I supposed to know that, wench!”

“Oh, Daphne, don’t say words like that!”

“Oh what’s it matter? We’re not supposed to call each other these nicknames, either- yet here we are!” she laughed.

Leonora paused, a stricken look crossing her face. “Yes… We should probably go back, mother would be furious if she found out we were here.”

Daphne groaned. “Leo, chill out, would you?”

“And we need to stop using the names, too.”

“Leonora-“

“My name isn’t Leonora!”

Daphne recoiled, frustration rising. “You go, I don’t want to.”

Leonora put a hand to the back of her neck, brushing over the gem embedded there and causing it to glow a brilliant emerald.

“Leo, stop it! Please!” Daphne cried, panicking as her own gem flashed sapphire.

“Stop calling me that! I hate it when you call me that!” she snapped back, the scenery around them twisting and bending until they now stood in their mother’s starry hall.

And there she sat, Iýa, in all her shining regality. The look on her face was hard to see through its concentrated starlight, but both sisters knew it must have been twisted with disdain.

“Goofing off again, it seems,” her voice doubled and echoed all around the two, like a terrible chorus. “Have I taught you nothing?”

The princess tried her usual tactics. “Mother, you are an excellent teacher, I implore you, show-”

Iýa cut her off. “Princess Lisianthus, you are meant to be studying to be a leader. And Delphinium, you are supposed to follow behind.”

The princess bowed her head and stepped back. The lady-in-waiting, however, was starting to bubble over. How tired she was of this rubbish treatment…!

“So I’m, what, the backup then?”

“You will speak only with permission, of which you currently have none.”

“I don't need anyone's permission to speak but my own. You said you loved us both, and yet here you are acting like a tyrant.”

“Hold your tongue, Delphinium,” she sneered.

“And that’s another thing! You don’t even have the decency to call us by the names we choose. Instead you force us into these positions which we both do not want.”

Lisianthus was desperately shaking her head, Iýa glaring at her through gritted teeth.

“There is so much more life in the ocean and beyond it, yet despite it being my nature to be there, you-”

“I said silence! Both of you are to stay in the Library studying from now on. I don’t want a peep more!”

“Come on, Delphinium, let’s just go.”

Daphne only went for the sake of the opportunity to be away from Iýa. Perhaps her outburst was a mistake, but she was starting to consider it a mistake to stay. And so, perhaps her dear mother was right. Maybe some studying was in order, after all.

~*~

Lisianthus sat scribbling notes, placidly reading only the appropriate materials.

Daphne took a much more frantic approach. If the Library was truly infinite, then there must be knowledge from the people across the ocean somewhere. As could be knowledge of how to get to them.

“You’re not to be discovering those,” Lisianthus said quietly as Daphne thumped a pile of scrolls down on the desk.

“Shush, you. I’ve been following this one for months- it seems to be a journal of some kind. But I can’t read the characters, they’re so forgeign.”

“So put them back!” she hissed.

Daphne instead ignored her, unraveling the parchment. “Such an inefficient way to write,” she mumbled. A passage at the bottom of the page caught her attention. A smaller, more practiced handwriting, a cipher of sorts. Translating their own to a different language. Daphne took out her own translation key. Yes, it matched with one she had!

She spent hours pouring it over, slowly learning the scroll’s language by cross-referencing to the ones she already knew.

They told of a city-state, by a queen who claimed ownership of an empire built on slavery and blood magic. And by the looks of it, Daphne had an idea of where this empire may be.

Snatching her cloak, Daphne looked for a Way to lead her there. Finally!

“Don’t do it, Delphinium! Those people will use you and throw you away like garbage!”

“I have to learn more. I can’t go on here- I need to see the world for myself.”

“You’ll be killed. If not by mother, then by them. You need protection!”

A devilish smirk graced Daphne’s face. “Then by all means, come with me, sister.”

Lisianthus hesitated. Daphne thought she may actually be considering. That was until the gems glowed once more. Iýa was watching. And that was never a good sign.

The mother goddess tore into her, cursing her to never step foot in the Library again, to never see the ocean even one more time.

What was more, she was stripped of her tail, her glow, even her ways of bending the water. She would only have her abilities returned to her if it was ever required that she take the throne. But if her sister was immortal, who's to say that would ever be necessary?

Daphne left her nightsky hall in tatters and tears not an hour later. Fleeing to her room, now forever barred from the places she loved most. She should’ve know something like would’ve happened, and yet she was stupid enough to, to…!

There was nothing she could do. It would take a miracle to get her out of this.

A feeble tapping sounded from her door. Lisianthus, no doubt. Daphne let out another sob and her sister opened the door.

“Come to gloat?” she choked out.

“Not at all! I wanted to apologize…”

“What for? Tapping your gem so Iýa would find me out?”

Lisianthus sat down on the bed next to Daphne. The mergirl, now without her prized scales and instead a pair of dry and dull legs, couldn’t even bring herself to call the goddess ‘mother.’

“She can activate them as she pleases. You know that.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Daphne mumbled, going back to wetting her pillow with tears.

Lisianthus continued to watch her sister. She risked a peak into her mind, only to find it full of the unrecognizable script of the scroll found earlier.

“You truly love the ocean, even though Mother has forbidden it of you many times. And you have a thirst to learn about that which is beyond it, even though your place is behind me.

“Thanks for the reminder,” Daphne snipped. The more she cried, the drier she got. That couldn’t be good. Her hair was going from blue to silver to white all too fast.

“...Does it make you not want to live?” She already knew that answer, she had seen into her sister’s mind, but she wanted to hear it.

“No.”

Well, that didn’t help. The princess was after a reason. The only thing in Daphne’s head was more of that bloody script!

Lisianthus sniffed. “Fine! I was trying to help, but you obviously don’t give a damn. Stay here and rot if it so suits you!”

Daphne sat up as Lisianthus stood. “Read my mind like you always do, you horrible sister! Then maybe you’d bother with a shred of encouragement!”

Lisianthus, sighing, and eager now to avoid argument, did as her sister told. At last, a translation!

It was from the perspective of a young slave, rightfully unsatisfied with their life.Taking to parchment, they wrote the ways of a god they believed would save them. Pillars of sorts, core beliefs- those of determination, strength, and will. Plans of escape.

But the plans were not the writer’s, they were Daphne’s.

“Why escape through death when I can simply escape through the waterways?”

“Delphinium, no! Mother would find you, she’d-”

“I know what she would do! I can’t stand it anymore than I can stand how you act like her doting lap dog, always taking orders with your head bowed, like you don’t hate this as much as I do!”

Lisianthus recoiled at her sister’s outburst. “I don’t do that…”

“Oh yes, you do. Iýa continues to try and turn us into dolls, useful chess pieces for her to control. And you go along with it, encourage it! You’re as much to blame for this entrapment as she!”

“I don’t want this-!”

“So act like it, coward! Say something for once in your pathetic life!”

“My life is the one that’s pathetic? Look at you! Dramatic, a compulsive liar, and a selfish prick at every turn! Have you ever told the truth once in your life? Ever done something for others?”

“I can’t because she’s always putting you first! I have no opportunities to do anything worthwhile because she’s too busy with you! And when she’s not, she’s beating me down!”

“I have my own problems to tend to- don’t try and saddle me with yours! And perhaps you’re the coward for not doing anything!”

Daphne fell into a venomous silence. Lisianthus feared what a taste of her thoughts might reveal.

“Fine. Then watch me do something.” Daphne began to gather a few things; a cloak, a moonstone. A satchel full of paper and charcoal pencils.

“Delphinium, please, no, I didn’t mean it…”

“My name is Daphne.”

And with that, and the last of her water, she liquified and drizzled down under the door frame.

Lisianthus flung it open. “No, please, please stay! I didn’t mean it!”

Her sister was nowhere in sight. That form was so painful for her to take, now that the curse was setting in- if she didn’t get to water quickly it’d kill her. Lisianthus fell to her knees, begging and crying after the last place she’d seen her. But she was not seen again.

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“Now, hold it at an angle… there, that is perfect. You are a natural, Mal gein,” the woman helped her son adjust his hands, so that his dagger was properly positioned on the sharpening stone. She had a sword in her own hand, and used it to further demonstrate the way it was done.

He slowly turned the tiny blade from side to side, his eyes fully trained on it in childish wonder. Sparks flew off the wheel haphazardly and Spear giggled at the flashy sight. His mother, however, looked after him worriedly. She was not surprised when his finger slipped and nicked the blade, quickly snatching a bandage as he began to cry.

She gently shushed him, taking his hand and wrapping it in the cloth. He started apologizing through tears, but she once again quieted him.

“It’s alright, mal kendov, there is no shame in pain. That is why the gods gave us loved ones. To unify us and to lift one another up. Never forget this.”

~*~

Iýa looked the sleeping Daphne over from atop her starry perch with pity. “Struck by lightning at sea, I’m afraid. You were right to bring her here, Leonora. Let me see what I can do…” With this, she held Daphne and ran a glowing hand over her scales. The blistering burn slowly began to melt away, and Daphne’s eyes fluttered open.

Upon recognizing her surroundings, she squirmed in her mother’s arms and began to cry. She didn’t know why she was crying, exactly. Perhaps it was the way her sister had told on her mistake, or the way her mother looked at her regardless.

Either way, Iýa held her through every moment of it, crooning a lullaby in her ear and assuring her she was safe and loved. And whether Daphne believed it or not, it was the truth.

~*~

Trouble had begun to brew in the east, and the envy of the first man blew the growing storm westward. He stole a star from the Fair Folk’s skies, a great blasphemy against them and their Goddess of the sparkling Night.

While Asem was powerful to an egregious degree, the Fae still felt it necessary to push back against the man’s arrogance. This led them to go to their Goddess and make a wish.

But while the crown of Asem began to fracture his family and kingdom, the Fae’s wish had already been set in motion. Stories began to fly of monsters in the woods beyond the Faerie trading ports. Sailors would return, describing massive men as tall as trees, covered with midnight fur.

Those that knew waited with baited breath. Asem’s sin had brought him to justice all on its own, and yet the beasts made to destroy him already existed. The Fae only hoped to now hide these frightful children they had created…

~*~

Daphne sneakily slipped behind a pillar of sandstone, warily watching her back. Out of the corner of her eye, a pale pink fin darted out of view. Caught.

She would’ve laughed if it weren’t for the pressing need to not be detected. But did that poor pallid mergirl think she was being secretive in her attempts to win the match? The princess certainly hoped not, for the girl’s sake. In any case, she tapped her hand against the wall, and an icy open clip appeared around it.

With this, she allowed herself to let slip a quiet giggle and darted away behind another pillar. She coiled herself around it and promptly turned herself into pure water, so that she was effectively invisible.

Just as she had hoped, the pinky girl swam around the pillar, and was disappointed to find the princess wasn’t there. Daphne flicked her wrist, causing the clasp to snap around the girl’s tail, trapping her and making her yelp.

Revealing herself, Daphne resumed her tail, cackled like a witch, a shot ahead to claim the final prize. She snatched the flag, waving it excitedly to show off to her fellow competitors. They swam out from their hiding places, arms crossed and brows furrowed, and threw joking insults her way.

“How do you keep doing it, you wench, you?” One of them, Marina, snipped lightheartedly.

“I guess I’m just better than the lot of you,” Daphne quipped smugly.

With this, they giggled, laughed and talked, as they made their way back to their dwelling place in a cave nearby. When there, Marina and the pink tailed girl pulled Daphne into a private room to talk.

“What’s this about, ladies?” she said with slight apprehension.

“Well, we’ve been thinking. And, we figure you have the most experience with the outside world…”

“We didn’t want to send someone with anything less. And since these ‘Children of the Night’ are so out of control, even now, we thought you ought to-”

“Please, Daphne. You have friends, don’t you? The scholar you lived with in the human’s city, or what about that half-blood you got along with so well?’

Daphne held up a hand. “No, no. Cain and his family are more their targets than anyone else. And goodness knows where Ion is- frankly I don’t think they’d be able to help, anyway. And Leonora, well…”

A tense pause. They were isolated and their friends were scattered, and they knew it. What could they do? They needed the other civilizations to keep theirs afloat; they couldn’t just barricade themselves in.

“I have one last idea. Voyagers of all peoples have been the lead storytellers and information providers through this. People are bound to go to the Fae to find out what’s going on. If I wait there, I can intercept someone, get them on our side.”

And so the plan was set. Daphne gathered her things, set Marina in charge of the people, and set off for the forest shores.

~*~

After two decades of dedicating his life to a Spectrum Kendov (or Warrior), Spear had reached the point of the highest physical strength and endurance as well as elemental power of the Northern Dragon standards. A Spectrum Kendov was the highest honor a Dovah could accomplish, by defeating two God-like beings… Perun, lord of earth and all Hell fire, and Scorpio, whose stars reigned with war and bloodshed of all the other Zodiac beings.

Spear walked into the Champions Arena, the crowd roared with anticipation and excitement, for the supposed Spectrum Kendov, meant to protect them from all great evil had finally come to claim his title. His helm, shaped to match his demon horns, had already been placed upon his head, and his eyes, glistening with power and will, looked at his opponents, with no urge to kill, but to have mercy when they were beaten to the ground.

"Well, isn't this a sight to see!" Perun's deep booming voice shouted, "Another one ready to die just to claim a glorified and honorful title he just can't have!" Perun had always been the one to provoke those who had high egos, yet Spear remained unmoved with his words.

"Ain't that the truth, this little man is nothing but a few twigs tied with some leaves," A lighter, cockier voice came from Scorpio, whom was the one to provoke others who share his personality, "Sure he has a bit of a size… but he ain't average height, that's for sure!" Perun and Scorpio boomed with laughter.

"Gaah! What the fu-?" Scorpio never finished his exclamation before he was thrown into the arena wall after being punctured with a double axe bladed spear, Spear's personal weapon. The fight had begun, and Scorpio had already yielded to Spear, he was in so much shock he forgot how to fight, while Perun sprung into action with his flaming axe bladed chain, grinding the ground around Spear. As Perun made a final smash to where Spear was, a thunderbolt the size of five struck upon him, leaving Spear's weapon in his back.

Spear retrieved his weapon from Perun's back, and showed mercy on him and Scorpio, for they were only trying to find the true Spectrum Kendov. The tribe went wild and shouted, "Spear is our Guardian! All praise whoever's watching us that we have our Guardian!"

Perun spoke to Spear after he was helped up by him, "We stood no chance- your small appearance is really deceiving to your skill in battle and power. Scorpio and I made an agreement that we would be the Spectrum's protectors, because while you may be strong, you are not immortal."

Spear spoke in a gentle yet stern voice, "Indeed, and I would rather have someone by my side fighting with me, than having more power and relying on that to fight."

Perun and Scorpio took Spear to the North Tower, the one place where all you see is South. "The Wind of the Northern Winter lies here, if it finds you worthy of its own power, then you are the Spectrum Kendov, and you know what responsibility comes with that title…" Perun spoke grimly and sorrowfully as he finished his speech.

Spear responded, "I know all too well of the prophecy, but I'd rather know than not if… he… is to come in my lifetime…" The Wind of the Northern Winter flowed through his veins as he entered the tower, no cold came upon him, yet he felt he could never feel too hot. He had been chosen to be the Spectrum Kendov, the Decimator of Alduin as legend goes- but that time had not come, for another challenge for Spear and the Northern Dragons arose down South…

~*~

Nightmares plagued the residents of the trees, no doubt the Interlopers used these horrid dreams to communicate. Below the leaves, the devils hung Fae bodies in shackles, pulling and picking at them until they bled. Those above pleaded to their gods that they and their children would not be next.

The Interlopers held a ravenous, morbid curiosity. It drove them out of the forests, beyond the lands of the Fae. They tormented the remnants of the first city, the servants of the iron god and the blood necromancers of the east. Their cruel hands found their ways into the lives of the Imitites, the Ortothans, and the Dovahs who had ventured South from their home.

Even the sirens below the freezing southern waves and ice were not immune to this. They poked their heads up to find massive beasts afoot in the snow. The ice cracked under their weight, leaving them vulnerable under the sickly yellow eyes of their attackers. They sent ships to the flesh shepherds and wonder makers on land, and even some to their Fae ancestors still in the woods, but none returned.

They looked to their princess, the demigod of the moon, sea, storms, and dreams, to provide them with weapons and armour, food and shelter. She didn’t know what to do- how could she possibly slip past these monsters? They were everywhere! Not trusting the gods of the Fae she was created by, she turned to another. Going to the sea serpent of lost memories, she prayed.

The Northern Dragons reacted differently however. In their attempts to sail across lands and create new colonies, they had run into what seemed to be giant creatures of great physical strength. Those that were exploring had either been missing for a great time, or had come back with their boats and sails barely holding together, while one man handling the boat itself.

The Dovahs had decided that Spear, the Spectrum Kendov, should be the one to seek out what they heard were called Interlopers, and hunt every single one of them down. While they planned his exploration, they had caught wind of creatures called the Fae, who were being hunted by these Interlopers. With all of this information, they had compiled a plan to not only bring the Fae as an ally, but to begin not a war, but a hunt against the Interlopers. So Spear untied his sail, pushed against the boat onto the water, and sailed to what the Dovahs called the Midlands, the land between Northern and Southern lands.

~*~

Sailing across waters long, Spear found himself beached at the Midlands; scanning his surroundings he finds that a forest grows thick ahead. Grabbing his weapon off of his back, he is ready for any battle to come, as he senses danger within the dense woods. He jumps off the boat's prow and lands with grace, while only sand from where he stood moved. He sneakily and quickly veered into the woods, and found that it was vast and compacted with large, kapok trees. Spear took note as he is only used to his native Blackwood trees.

A sound appeared suddenly, Spear silently leapt to the back of the closest tree, and peered upon what looked to be what he was hunting. An interloper, magnificent in size and mass, making an absurd amount of noise through each footstep, looking like a bear on two legs, as it was covered in fur. Spear slowly and expertly aimed his weapons towards the Interlopers head, and threw. After a clash of weight caving down onto a tree, the body of the interloper crumbled into a pile of jade rocks, it was dead. Spear walked over to his weapon, sensing no other large beings around, and picked up his weapon.

Suddenly, a sharp pain dug itself into his shoulder, and he turned to be met with the end of an arrow, made of, was it ice? "Gaah! Shite! What the heck!?" Spear jumped behind a tree with an arrow in his right shoulder. "Alright, who has the bloody galls to face me in combat? I warn you, I am a Dovah!" Spear left the arrow in his arm so as to not cause more bleeding, and switched to his left hand to weild.

"Come on out Interloper! I may have mercy on you if you do!" A feminine voice shouted from beyond Spear’s field of vision.

"The hell do you mean Interloper? Is that pile of rocks not what a dead one looks like?!" Spear shouts, aggravated that he was accused of being something he wasn't.

"Wait...who are you, if not one of them?" The woman’s voice spoke once more, and Spear sensed confusion and fear in her voice. She must’ve shot him thinking she was being hunted by him.

"I'm coming out slowly, I would appreciate it if you would not shoot me again!" Spear tentatively stepped around the tree to see the figure's ice-sculpted weapon out, but not ready to fire. "I am Spear, Guardian of the Northern Dragons….who the Hell are you?"

"Princess Daphne le’Iýa, Faerie demigod of the ocean," Daphne realizes the wounds and puts away her bow while stepping towards Spear. Spear was obviously hesitant and held out his weapons towards her. "Look, I thought you were one of the monsters, and had I known you were not, I certainly wouldn't have shot you. I can fix that wound better than you can. Please, it's the least I could do."

Spear recognized her honesty, while still noticing fear in her voice. He let her come close enough to slit his throat, but she pulled the arrow out of his arm, and immediately started singing in a language the Spear only knows through ancient Faerie scrolls, and his arm healed, leaving only a scar to remember.

"You are skilled in your magic, I'm glad to have met you, even if I met your arrow first,” Spear spoke honestly and jokingly, as he knew that forgiving this supposed Daphne would be the best way to start a bond.

"I am truly sorry about that. Is there anything else I can do?" Daphne didn’t seem to want anyone else after her, and tried her best to apologize to Spear.

"Do not worry, you only shot in defense without fully knowing who you were shooting at, I can understand this," Spear patted her shoulder to assure her. "Maybe we can both benefit from this event of meeting each other… you could find safety and rest back in my homeland, and then you can share what you know about these Interlopers, this way we both are happy with what we get."

"Have you forgotten about my actions so soon? I shot you!" Daphne was dumbfounded by Spear's quick dismissal of what had happened to him. Although he shook his head at her.

"You need not worry of your actions, for they were acted upon through fear and reaction, you were only trying to keep yourself safe. I can help you with that." Daphne tried to oppose and tell him that he should not be so dismissive about the event, but Spear assured her through a side hug, which caught Daphne off guard enough for Spear to walk past her and towards his boat.

“Wait,” Daphne called. Spear turned back to look back. “The last time I crossed the ocean with someone, things ended up, well… not so good.”

“You’ll be quite safe with my people,” Spear said. Daphne shifted a bit, eying him with wary hope. He was exactly what she set out looking for, after all. “And besides. If you find yourself uncomfortable, you can always use your arrows again,” he said with a playful wink.

With this, Daphne giggled slightly and followed behind. Exiting the thick forest, the two climbed onto the boat. Spear set sail to Scandinavia, the land of the Northern Dragons. To which the two made the journey, to the next step in either great failure, or triumphant victory…

~*~

The pair tentatively made their way across the ocean, skirting past the Interlopers ships to find themselves on the icy northern shores. The princess scurried to and fro, fascinated by her new environment and its people. How different they were than the people of the places she had previously resided in…!

They were Children of the Sun, but unlike those in the First City, these people were pale, blonde, and above all, kind. They welcomed the man- Spear- back with open arms, and were more than curious to meet the woman he had brought along with him. They peppered her with questions and gifts and sights to see, until eventually she was taken to a large building made from an upside-down wooden ship, which they called the Companion’s Lodge, a place to plan a hunt of glory and honor.

Suffice to say, she should’ve known that the man she crossed the ocean with would be the leader. She also met his guards, the most different of men but an excellent team nonetheless. Here, the four pulled out books, maps, stories and paintings, pouring over them in hopes that a hint would be found. A sign that the plans they would go on to make were possible.

After much studying and deliberation, they had had enough. What better way to understand these monsters than through personal experience? Better to dive right into cold waters than to waste your time slowly wading. It was a siege they wanted, and it was a siege they would have.

~*~

The battle was ferocious, haunting... yet it yielded knowledge to Spear and Daphne. As Spear took two dozen Dovahs with him, all with different elemental abilities, Daphne trained in her skills with water. During this time she was informed of something from Spear she never expected.

"It is tradition when one makes an ally of another, they would train each other of the other's weapon, so that the bond goes beyond words of trust, it is also trust of possessions." Spear spoke to Daphne in hopes to have created at least a friend with her. "I believe we are trusting of each other, so… what do you say?"

"Uhm…" Daphne was caught a bit off guard. Her bow being one of few things she kept to remind her of the home she came from. "I'm not sure… I mean, I trust you completely… but I don't want to give my bow to anyone really…" She obviously didn't want to hurt him in any way, so she tried her best to tell him in the kindest way.

"Well, maybe we can teach each other of how to use one another's weapons, that way if we do switch weapons, it won't be devastating in battle," Spear was trusting towards Daphne, mainly because he felt a strong connection between them. Even so, Daphne felt guarded towards him, yet she agreed to training each other, as she remembered, ‘iron sharpens iron.’

While Spear was able to pick up her bow and use it with tremendous strength and agility, Daphne had immediate trouble with how to begin using Spear's complicated weapon. Until Spear suggested using it as a spear, not an axe, Daphne then swiftly grew more attuned to the weapon.

While this was happening, the Interlopers stronghold was being populated with readily growling beasts, yielding to tear apart anything that came. Just before the battle began, Daphne and Spear switched weapons, and having learned each other's weapons, they charged in the front line, and made mountains with the piling jade rocks from many fallen and crushed Interlopers.

With their great roar of excitement, the Dovahs roared with them, right into the line of Interlopers. As they crashed through their thick bodies with their hugs weapons, they became berserk and started wailing on them, showing no mercy. They had trained to fight like Hell itself, and they were as demons in this battle, blood soared not spilled, limbs flew not fell, and the morale of the Dovahs only increased. However, even with their great first triumphant starting charge, they started to wear down in numbers, just by virtue of the continuous streaming numbers of Interlopers.

As Daphne was using her water abilities in ways she never imagined using on the frontline, Spear used archery and close combat expertly to the point where he never missed his shots and never came close to getting hit. Even though the two sibling-like fighters were doing well, the Dovahs were still overwhelmed by the increasing numbers.

Many had used fire, metal, nature, and all of them were decimated, while those using lightning were barely holding on as well as wind… however, Daphne noticed something. She peers in close distance to two Dovahs using water abilities, making the Interlopers drown, what was curious however, was that when they were under the water, they couldn't move, therefore they couldn't breath and they died.

Daphne quickly refocused to the battle at hand, and Spear cries out, "Too many have fallen, fall back! Water Dovahs, drown those who follow us!" It seemed as though Spear was also paying attention to his surroundings. As the remaining group of soldiers returned to their outpost, the last two water Dovahs made a wall of water of which the Interlopers could not pass lest they drown and crumble into jade.

Daphne and Spear look at each other in agreement. The battle may have been lost for that day… but knowledge of weakness in their enemies may prove to be the element to winning the war, or as the Northern Dragons call it, the hunt…

~*~

The Companion's Lodge was bathed in a tense argument. They started the siege with the advantage of surprise, but it had quickly descended into mindless violence and death.

“How could this have happened? I thought we had them!” Scorpio shouted in frustration.

“We made sure to bring our best! All different kinds of elemental wielders were there with us, and nearly all of them were slaughtered! What more could we possibly have done?” Perun huffed. Although calmer than the others, his voice still wavered with stress.

“At least we learned their weakness,” Spear started to speak before being cut off.

“Oh, fantastic. Just in time for your people to be killed,” Daphne said icily.

“Our people,” Spear tried an uncertain smile.

Daphne paused and sighed, relieving a tad bit of the tension. “Yes, our people.” She looked around the room, which had largely quieted down. “I’m so sorry. If I had known it would turn out this way…”

“But you couldn’t have. This isn’t any of our faults,” Perun said in a soothing, almost fatherly tone. A somber silence fell over them, each lost in thought, or perhaps simply in grief.

“Daphne could tell us more about why this is happening,” Scorpio spoke quietly.

“I already told you all I know about the Interlo…” she trailed off. That didn’t seem to be the point. “Alright.”

“Well, the Fae goddess- my mother, Iýa. She created me and my… sister, Leonora. But she was made princess and I wasn’t, so I ran away. I didn’t realize why I needed to stay until the Fae had Iýa create the Interlopers we now face.”

A, “But why?” from Perun.

A, “Shush!” from Spear.

Daphne giggled before turning serious again. “The first man- Asem- stole from my people. He took a star and used it for a crown. I was already gone when all this happened, but I’m told the Faeries wished for justice. In return, Iýa gave them the Interlopers. Not that it mattered. Asem’s greed had already torn his family apart. His wives left him, his sons quarreled until they drove each other apart, and his people all left or died in the chaos.”

“And how is it you know so much about him?” Scorpio spoke with a hint of accusation.

She drew in a breath to argue, but Perun spoke as before her, more calmly. “He’s right. Even we didn’t know this, and we live much closer to the first city than you did at the time.”

Daphne huffed and turned away. Spear put a hand on her shoulder, making her tense and then ease up.

“I was there.” Silence. Spear’s hand pulled away. “I know how that must sound. Most people would have you believe I immediately joined the sirens under the ice, but…” She took a deep breath. “There was this boy. I went with him to his city- the first city- and his family. They were nice, but not kind. And I was there to witness this be their downfall. Not that it matters now- and it’s probably for the best, anyway.”

Spear put his arm around Daphne’s shoulder to comfort her, and it worked. She steeled herself again to go on. “Now, as for the Interlopers- in the city was a sorcerer- his name was Noah. I know it sounds like a long shot, but I know him, and I know he could help. I think our next step is to find him.”

~*~

Daphne had hidden herself away under her covers, with a small, glowing gem of ice. Curled up and warm, she sang a lullaby and fiddled with the ginger scarf in her hands. Her sister’s. If only they could’ve just gotten along, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. If she had just sought to understand her mother’s wishes for her, or if she had met Asem just a little sooner to convince him not to do what he did...

You’ll never be able to hate yourself enough to rewrite history, that boy’s gentle voice whispered to her. Silently, she nodded. Her heart ached with longing. How she wished she could hold him again. She’d fall to her knees and beg if it meant she could giggle with her sister again, or squirm and cry in her mother’s arms. If this could all go back to normal. But, drawing in a shaky breath, she reminded herself not to dwell on what could have been. She had a new family now, one that truly loved her, and she had to protect them.

Spear meanwhile, took a knife from his shield, which had many, but this one was different. This first knife he had crafted with his mother, the one of few things that actually cut him. He held it in his hands in admiration, as if he had never seen it before. Spear then held the knife to his chest as if trying to hug it, and thought about his mother.

He began singing an old song told by many of the Dovahs, called, My Mother Told Me. He sang it perfectly in three different keys. He then replaced his knife back into his shield, and stood up. He was ready for battle, for exhaustion, even for death… because he was once a boy who cut himself with his own knife… and now is the Spectrum Kendov… he feared not the death of himself, but the death of his newfound sister, therefore he swore that he would protect her, even at the cost of his life...

~*~

"Water is their weakness!" Perun shouted, "Why the Hell can't we just use your powers in every battle and destroy these cursed Interlopers?!" Perun was insistent on being a warlord, making sure everyone had a chance of fighting and getting stronger. Though he didn't realize the bigger picture.

"Every time I used my powers for an extended amount of time, I got tired, that is why we can't continuously use these powers every battle, because it would weaken us to the point where we can't even fight!" Spear spoke angrily at Perun, though he knew Perun's powers worked differently because he was a mythological God, he hated his lack of empathy when others got tired from using them. "Even if we didn't get tired, why should we fight and lose more of our men, when we can wipe them out completely in one big swipe?!"

"What are you talking about…?" Perun's curiosity perked up as he heard this. Daphne opened up a scroll of prophecy, and with her knowledge explained to both Perun and Scorpio more about Noah, a human from the seas, able to control great waves from below ground.

With this knowledge they created a plan, Spear would use his powers that combined into weather to create a huge rainstorm, Daphne would use her powers to raise the waves of the oceans, lakes, and rivers, and finally Noah would use his power to break the ground and gush water from the Earth. Their powers combined should be enough to cover all but the highest parts of the Earth. They trusted that the Interlopers would fall in and sink, while others would either get to the high ground, use boats, or swim in the sea if they were sea creatures. The missing component was Noah himself.

"Where is this Noah?" Scorpio asked urgently, he wanted to rid the Northern Dragons of any threats as soon as possible. Daphne then pulled out a map of the Midlands and pointed out where he could be.

"Right in the middle of an Interloper camp?" Spear grunted this, as he did not want anything to go wrong in getting Noah. Daphne nods, her expression was a mix of anger and disappointment, she had the same feelings as Spear. Perun started to notice the bond between Spear and Daphne, and while the two were talking more, Perun pulled Scorpio aside.

"I remember that Noah was taken captive with the Daevite Methuselah, though I don't know what their intentions were," Daphne spoke to Spear, she was annoyed by the fact they had to fight more Interlopers to get one person.

"I have Dovahs around the area, mainly for scouting. They came back long before all of this and told me that there is a camp, and it's only guarded by about 40 beasts, which I would think are Interlopers. It will only be tedious, that's all," Spear spoke to Daphne, trying to lift her spirits at least a little. It worked, and Daphne thanked him for being the one to look at a mug half full. Spear meanwhile thanked Daphne for looking at every possible bad ending, things to avoid.

As Scorpio and Perun come back unnoticed, they begin to pack for the adventure ahead. They thought it would be a walk in the small forest, so they only brought Spear, Daphne, Perun, and Scorpio. A mistake they made to bring so little to a battle they thought would be easy. For there may be small numbers, but the camp is one of the oldest camps the Interlopers made, and since they do not age with time… trouble is amongst those who venture into these parts of the Midlands…

~*~

The travelers numbering four ventured forth into the seemingly haunted woods. As they were traveling Perun started sensing many things in the woods, small animals mostly. He looked everywhere at all times, making sure they were safe. It seemed the right thing to do considering they were going into unknown territory for everyone.

The trees themselves were massive birch trees, usually thought of as peaceful, harmless. However twisted magic had affected these trees over the decades, and created monster-like limbs and branches. Even with these weird formations, no twigs or branches had fallen to be broken, as if nobody had ever ventured into this area.

They managed to find the camp of the Interlopers, and snuck in. All of them were on high alert, especially Perun, as they crouched and sneakily ran in multiple directions.

Daphne left the group and followed the sweet scent of water, a stark contrast against the putrid stank of things rotting in the dark. The brook led her to a horrid sound, red lights serving as a waypoint. It was awful; the closer she got, the more she clung to the bed of the stream for comfort. But alas, her head emerged at the rumbling thud of Interloper footsteps. She immediately gagged.

There, in the middle of a crowd of singing devils, was Iýa, but it was not really her. This was a massive, sickly tree, the size of a large town. It was twisted and warped, with a thousand wriggling bodies strung up in it’s branches. The aberration was screaming and crying an demonic bellow, all the while the Interlopers hummed as though in joy.

What was this thing? This couldn’t be Iýa, it wasn’t possible! Iýa was a glowing mother, a sleeper in the stars, a granter of wishes. She cared for the downtrodden and oppressed, and all those who could not defend themselves. She couldn’t become this, this...

Meanwhile, Spear, Scorpio, and Perun had convened in the main camp. It seemed that only the prisoner's area was inhabited, there they found the supposed Noah. As they started to unchain him, he started grunting. They quickly shushed him and told him they were there to help, he calmed down enough to be unchained, however, they did not quiet him in time.

Suddenly, a loud sound of seemingly screeching giggling and groaning of war had been shouted, despite Perun's attempts to look everywhere, he managed to miss the entire garrison of the Interloper camp. Spear and Daphne, now returned, immediately stood back to back as if they could take on the whole world, while Perun and Scorpio started smashing their weapons onto the Interlopers. Scorpios scythe had pierced many during the battle, while Perun's axe on a chain whirled around and clashed the heads of many. Spear and Daphne, using each other's weapons as always, were always either defending each other or helping the other attack an Interloper, they were synchronized.

The fight continued on like this until Daphne was thrown to a tree, leaving Spear vulnerable to the last remaining Interloper. Spear looked about him as the Interloper charged his weapon at him….although no injury befell him, rather on Scorpio. Spear threw his weapon and the last Interloper was thrown into a tree and broke into jade. Spear slides to Scorpio's side in time for him to speak to Spear for a short time…..

After his dialogue, his body turns bright and, as if he were being sucked into the sky, his body lifted up swiftly, leaving only his necklace for Spear to bear… Scorpio was dead. Spear shouted out in rage and a thunderstorm started to appear, then it stopped. Daphne hugged Spear tightly, and while Spear was caught off guard by this, he embraced her, being thankful that he was still with her at least. Perun had then brought who was seemingly Noah out of hiding, from behind thick berry bushes, and into sight.

After their journey back, and the heartache of Scorpio's death, they explain the whole plan of how to destroy the Interlopers. Noah was quite panicked at first, but after calming down and hearing Perun, Spear, and Daphne, as well as considering they saved him, he agreed to being a part of the plan. So together, they trained, and got ready for The Great Flood of Cleansing Sin. Factions around the world had been sent a message entitling everyone to either get to high ground, build ships to sail on, or dive deep underwater so as to not be destroyed by the coming flood. Who knew what more sacrifices have to be made to create peace, was it even worth it all? The story continued, and the next step was the extinction of a race…

~*~

Spear, Daphne, Noah, and Perun travelled back to the forest of their greatest travesty, and had one last moment of remorse, sorrow, heartache. The rest of the Dovahs were building their ships to sail on the waters to come, and they decided to go to the location after the prophesied flood.

Daphne didn't know Scorpio for long, but she still enjoyed his comedic comments and his radiation of happiness, and she knew everything would be at least a good amount more depressing. Spear knew Scorpio for not much longer than Daphne, but like Daphne, he enjoyed Scorpio's company, as well as their many interesting conversations… including the one where he told Spear he was getting married.

Spear and Perun had to hug his fiancé for over an hour just to comfort her. Perun was Scorpio's brother, they were not blood related, but brothers nonetheless, therefore Perun, for the first time in his entire life, cried a tear from his eye. All Dovahs remorsed of his death, but only those who truly knew and had a relationship with Scorpio needed time, time to be sad. Then anger rose from the sadness, and all of them started preparing for the creation of the flood.

As Spear and Perun walked away, Daphne tailed behind them and slipped into the nearby creek. She did not have the will to enjoy the feeling of her tail returning; the situation at hand was much too grim. Her mother was now an abomination, her heart torn out for those created to be betrayed. And a man who had so quickly become a brother to her was dead. Daphne never had any brothers, why now that she did would one be taken away so carelessly?

Daphne heaved a sigh and began to sob. At first it seemed that the Interlopers were tools, created to do the Fae's dirty work and then be ignored forever. But they weren’t; they were children. Made for violence and cast aside like waste. And festering in the dark for so long, was it any surprise they didn’t know any better? Was it their fault?

She now knew what needed to be done, but hadn’t they already lost enough? A good friend and a mother gone were too much, how could she bring herself to wipe out an entire race, even despite their actions?

She once again thought of Asem’s family, of Cain, and felt an overwhelming pang of guilt. Oh, all the things she could’ve, should’ve, didn’t do to stop this! Clutching at the clockwork bracelet he had given to her, she did the only thing she could think to do; pray. Not to what was left of Iýa, not to any leviathans or sea serpents, but to a simple god with a simple purpose. She only hoped her words could be heard, that things could still be fixed. But the quiet sound of a thousand voices whispered to her, that she already knew what to do.

Touching a hand to the grass, she began to sing. It was her sister’s song, a flowery poem of spring, rebirth and justice. But this was not justice for her, Daphne thought as the flowers around her began to bloom in unison. This isn’t for the Faeries, their queen, or even Leo (though Daphne did hope she was safe). This was not for Asem or the Children of the Sun, or even the countless cultures that had been picked, pulled, and torn at by the devils.

No, the flood may be necessary to wipe out the horror of their acts, but the flowers now blooming across the face of the planet would serve as the Interlopers grave. And she would ensure this day would be remembered.

~*~

The flowers had wilted as the sun set the evening after their blooming. In the night that followed, light rain began to drizzle. This quickly turned to torrents and lightning that could rival that of even the god’s creation. Flash floods cascaded down mountains, turning creeks into rivers and rivers into great lakes. Forests became cold swaps and Interloper camps were reduced to sticks and blankets.

Those devils that were not fastened in place by the waters took the prisoners by their chains to the summits of peaks. Yet still most of the monsters slipped and fell, leaving the humans, Faeries, and Daevas still in their chains to find higher grounds, both together and on their own.

All the while, Daphne and Spear were deep, deep, down, their magic sustaining and growing on itself on their life forces. Low in the halls of Daphne’s first home, in the strip of land connecting the massive continents, they dreamt.

Hers started out pleasant. She was in a field, picking flowers as fast as her sister’s magic grew them. They took turns braiding the blossoms into each other’s hair, until the ground began to shake and the earth was overturned. They were then older, ceaselessly arguing as their mother futilely tried to calm them. Both sisters stormed off, swearing to never speak again.

The doors slammed shut, and there she sat beside the scholar, quietly watching him write. She reached behind him for a pen to mimic his strange symbols with. But as soon as her eyes turned, she was face to face with the starry iron crown of Asem. Across her eyes played scenes of the brutality and deadly force of the Interlopers- their prisoners crying, her mother’s corpse screaming- and the storms and floods created to wash them away.

And then she saw things she didn’t recognize. Simple flashes, almost ideas. Some were light. Her friends, older and stronger. A wedding, two boys that looked half like her. Spear, in command of legions, and Leonora, princess of the Fae. But some were dark. A corrupt king and his four knights, sent to destroy, going back to their kingdom in cursed shambles. The cadaver of her sister, willingly having given her life to end the terrorous reign of the Fae’s ruiners, and the great profanities she created.

And then her mind went blank. Only the rains remained.

While this happened, Spear and Perun quickly started getting ready while Noah and Daphne had already started using their powers. Perun was there to guard them, but just in case anyone slipped by, Spear created spheres of protection to serve as a shield against any attack, and he surrounded Noah, Daphne and himself. While Spear started to control his power, he saw Perun burst into a flaming creature, with black wings that seemed to be infected with white colors. Then, Spear lost himself to his thoughts, his powers activated, and he could only see darkness.

Then, a flash of light, and he could see everything. He saw the bodies of the many fallen Dovahs that died during the hunt against the Interlopers. In the middle of the body littered ground, he saw Scorpio, his heart pierced, and his body lay soulless. Then, his eyes filled with life, and he got up. Spear stood back in shock and terror at this sight, he didn't realize this was only in his spiritual mind. Scorpio plucked the halberd from his chest, and tossed it to the ground, and then gave Spear a brotherly hug.

As Spear was in question, Scorpio calmed him, saying that it was not his soul that died, and that there is hope for him to live. Spear begged him to tell him how, he said he only knew that the coming Alduin must be defeated, before he could return. Spear was still in question, but Scorpio assured him that he would be a guide of what to do, and where to go throughout his life from now on. Scorpio then touched his necklace, which Spear bared on his chest, and Spear filled with increased power. The Blessing of the Zodiacs, only given to those worthy enough to fight by the side of a Star.

As Spear started calming down, his heart filled somewhat with anger, as he still remembered the deaths of the many Dovahs, and Scorpio. Then his heart filled somewhat with love, as his brotherly relationship with Daphne reigned in his heart, he knew he had to defend her. He didn't even think about his family, his friends, or even anyone else he was supposed to save, and he even forgot about the deaths. All he thought of was Daphne, and even the thought of her being injured haunted him… so he protected her.

In the physical realm, Noah was breaking water from the ground, and Daphne was moving water from all bodies of water, just as planned. Interlopers expectantly charged towards them, but then a fiery creature came crashing down, and looked at them. Horns grew a meter long each, body of a demon, with huge hawk-like wings colored charcoal and streaks of pure white, a tail meters long reached around the creature, and at the end, was an axe, all the while the creature was violently flaming, and was hold a huge Greatsword in one hand, and a Battleaxe on a thick chain in the other. It was Perun, in his true Rising Demonic form, filled with rage. Still in the stage of horror, the Interlopers were then crashed into by Perun, while he wailed his axe around and flurried his sword at them, they felt fear. Even in their terrified state, they fought hard against Perun, though they knew they couldn't take him down, they just needed to get past him. Due to Perun's arrogance in attacking them, many Interlopers ran past him and towards the flooding trio.

Though they got close to them they stopped in horror, as they looked at one of the three. Spear was glowing lightning bright, and a hurricane the size of the entire world started. Even Perun looked in confusion, he knew Spear could never use that much power in any given situation, but he did, because of the blessing given by Scorpio's spirit, and Spear's heart filled with the brotherly protection for Daphne. He created the hurricane that not only flailed the opposing Interlopers away, but immediately started filling the earth with the water.

Clans and Kingdoms around the world were taking refuge to hide from the flood. Samurai of the Isles took to the mountains with the Ninjas of Darkness. The Woodlands Weres took refuge in mountains as well, far from the Isles. The Southern Dragons used magic to protect them from the waters, and the Northern Dragons used ships, as they were voyaging Vikings, and loved the challenge of the storm. And the creature of the water took refuge in underwater caves.

The Interlopers were swiftly wiped out, as they couldn't swim or build boats fast enough, they crumbled into jade as they were suffocated by the rising waters. An entire race was wiped out, all except a few remaining Interlopers that managed to get high enough, but they were eventually taken prisoner or driven underground.

Then, when all the destruction was done, Spear and Daphne woke up exhausted in all ways, using that much power greatly diminished their strength. Perun ran to them in a hurry, and tried offering to help them up, but they both refused and just wanted to lay down for a bit. When they somewhat rested they slowly got up, and Spear and Daphne hugged tightly, and then they looked for Noah. When they found him, his body was resting peacefully, a burnt-out husk as he took his final breath using a great amount of power to help them stop the Interlopers.

~*~

And so the floods receded, and life seemed to simply go on. The sparse handful of Interlopers leftover were dragged into hiding, and their prisoners found their way free of their chains and back to their homes.

Daphne's blue eyes looked upon Spear's hazel, and smiled wearily. Then, they hugged tightly. Though they had made it in the end, many had sacrificed their life to help them get this far. Their mission was done, and Noah, Scorpio, and the Interlopers went with it.

They returned to the Dovah home land, where celebrations had burst forth like lightning. For the first time in a long time, they allowed themselves to simply rest and enjoy themselves. They ate, drank, and were merry for seven days and seven nights, but no time limit could contain their joy.

Until the bitter taste had set in. So much was lost, and yet they partied. But they reminded themselves that festivity was not meant to diminish the sacrifices made to allow it. They honored those that had fallen by reveling in the peace and freedom they had brought.

Perhaps the world would never be entirely fixed, but they had learned by now that it didn’t matter. Spear had never forgotten his mother’s words, and chose now to share them with his newfound sister. That is why the gods gave us loved ones. To unify us and to lift one another up.

“So what now?” Daphne asked him at one time. “The world will never be the same. It’s like, their entire existence has just been… swallowed whole.”

“Yes, I suppose that was the point. But we’ve done a great thing, you know.” She smiled at him and nodded. “And now we… carry on?”

She sighed.

“...And now we carry on.”

~*~

And so Spear returns to Scandinavia, and continues to be the Spectrum Kendov, Guardian of the Northern dragons. Not only that, but as he bears the necklace of his fallen brother, Scorpio, he feels his night sky presence, watching over him, as if he was right next to Spear. Perun becomes the general of the entire Northern Dragon Dovahs, and sets up a way of communication for Daphne and Spear, making it so that they can continue being siblings. After all of this Spear trains, what he trains for is only in prophecy. At first he didn't believe it, but as soon as he found a scroll prophesying Noah and the flood, Spear began his training to fight Alduin…

Daphne found herself aimlessly wandering when the Flood had finally left. She met the madman Ion again, and helped them raise their religion. And after a while, her path crossed that of the scholarboy from the first city again. They were married in a temple of the Iron God, and when that church no longer accepted them, they fled to build a family and a city of their own. Every now and again, the princess, now queen, would ride the waves north to see her Dovah brothers, just as they went south to meet her, as well.

The Interlopers fell into legend, the ghost stories that would frighten children at night. All had forgotten them but the Faeries and the Dovahs. They mourned for the losses caused across the world, and for all that they had allowed themselves to do and believe. So when the Apollyons came to conquer the Faeries, they accepted their fate in hopes that justice could be served properly this time.

And Iýa? She tore out her own heart to make the prison the Interlopers requested, where Asem rots to the present day. Her body, similarly, decays in a cavern just below it, as do the few remaining Interlopers and the Apollyon knight who failed to seize her. The Wormwood trees had long since pulled it into an underground cavern, wiping its memory from all those above. All that was left was a scar. Although Dovahs were disconnected from this magic, therefore they could remember all.

Perhaps there is a lesson to be learned here. About the envy of Adam, about the failures of the Fae, or maybe about the levity blindly doled out by Iýa herself. Or maybe it's about the teamwork of those who opposed the Interlopers, the love that bound them together, and the relentless courage they wielded. We may never know.

And so, the book closes and another story is shelved.

~*~

Well, dear reader, if you've read this far, I couldn't possibly thank you enough!

And many, many thanks to my little brother, Spear (@jack-spear-eye), for helping me on this!! Scorpio, Perun, and Kendov (Warrior) Spear (his self-insert), and the Dovahs are all his creations; Daphne is mine. We created the plot together, and the worldbuilding in general belongs to djkaktus (based on SCP-6666, 4840, and 4812).

Lil' man, I swear, he was the best partner on this! Every time I hit a roadblock, he had a new idea that got the gears turning again. It was a big commitment, too, I mean, just look at all that text! But we pulled it off, and I'm glad we did!

Fearless and creative optimist you are, I couldn't have done it without you, Spear.

So without further ado, here's the man to talk about it a little, too!

I did this not for my own gain, but to show others a message of unity, as well as to entertain. Normally I would say something in dovahzul (Dragon tongue/language) But pretty much I just want to say thank you all very much for giving me the chance to be a part of this community, and I want to personally thank Andy (@the-siren-and-the-sailor) for giving me the chance to do all of this, and giving me something to look forward to :•)

And last but not least, the TL;DR!

#please consider reblogging #reblogs appreciated! #writing #📝 written in the history books 📜

[the-siren-and-the-sailor]

A little fic where Cain and Daphne see some pets!

Two guards walked behind Cain and Daphne, not-so-subtly reminding them of how much more power they had.

That could change, Daphne thought, shooting Cain a look that said 'if these people touch me one more time, the whole facility's going underwater.' Cain vaguely shook his head at her. Just play along, he said with his eyes.

Soon, they had arrived at their destination, and one of the guards scanned the door open. It was was like stepping into a supermarket, or the collective junk room of a whole city. Both terms' accuracy could be considered, Cain supposed.

Inside was a single man, with honey-blonde hair and a scientist's coat. His friendly smile was a far cry from the stoic guards, and had been curiously inspecting one of the many shelves.

"Oh, you can just leave them to me. I have the clearance if you need to see it," the man chirped, walking over to them.

"No, that won't be necessary. They're all yours," one of the guards said, motioning for his partner to follow him out.

Once they were gone, both Cain and Daphne sighed in relief. "Oh, thank you, Dr. Glass, it's more than kind of you to do this for us. If there's anything we can do in return-"

"Oh, it's alright, Cain! Just remember, the cameras will be off for-" he peeked at his watch- "-an hour starting three minutes ago. And be sure to not leave the warehouse. Have fun!"

With this, they exchanged thank-you's and goodbye's, then Simon left. Cain and Daphne now had the whole expanse to themselves!

"Well, mouse, what now?"

"Well, I see some ventilation shafts up there. We could just escape," she dared him with her smirk. He raised an eyebrow at her in return.

"Okay, fine," she put her hands up in mock-surrender. "Did you say there were animals in here?"

Cain brightened up at this. "Yes, there are! Would you like to see them?" Daphne nodded, and so he took her hand and led her through towering stacks of bits and bobs to the furthest corner of the room.

Cages and terrariums and aquariums dotted the shelves now, all full of life. Daphne giggled as a little parakeet hopped towards her and cocked it's head, trying to figure her out. A row down, a snake lethargically wrapped itself around a small plastic tree.

Behind her, several hamsters scurried around and crawled over each other to get a look at the couple. "Oh, Cain, look at these! Oh they're so little and fuzzy and..." Daphne continued to incoherently babble on as Cain slid the cage lid off and scooped up one of the creatures.

"This one's name is Mango. Would you like to hold it?"

Daphne nodded vigorously, and so Cain gingerly placed the orange blob in her hands. It twitched and sniffed and poked it's nose up at her, to which she giggled and pet down Mango's back.

After a moment, the furbaby started getting agitated, and Daphne disappointedly placed her back in the cage.

"Sweetheart, have you ever seen a chameleon?" Cain said, gesturing to a terrarium a few shelves down.

"Oh, gosh, I dunno. I don't think so..." She said, walking over to the tank and peering in. "But what if I had seen one, and I didn't know it? Maybe I have. But how would I know?"

"Daphne, I don't think it matters that much."

She hummed in response and began squinting. "How many are there?"

"Why don't you figure that out?"

Daphne frowned, scrutinizing the leaves, twigs, and dirt inside the cage. An oddly shaped bump on the ground then moved it's head, and Daphne giggled. "Found one!" She continued to stare. A leaf uncoiled it's tail, and a twig's eye could be noticed when it looked around.

"There are three, right?" Cain nodded and removed the lid to hold one. It looked around for a moment, analyzing it's new perch. Soon enough, and to the pair's delight, it's dark green skin changed colour. It's tail was now black to match Cain's glove, the rest of it had turned a speckled copper to match his prosthetics.

"Woah, that's amazing! And- oh my god, what is that!" She was distracted again, pointing at tiny tank on the corner.

"Good grief, darling, slow down!" Cain yelped, as he carefully placed the lil' lizard back with it's companions.

"Sorry, sorry," she didn't seem very sorry, "He's hiding in his hut- I can't really see it. Can you get it out?"

Coming over to see what she was so excited about, Cain shook his head. "This is a tarantula. They're rather fragile, so I prefer not to get him out. Besides, I think you know my opinions on bugs." He shuddered slightly.

"Oh, kitten, I'm sorry. C'mere," she said, wrapping her arms around his torso to comfort him.

"Aw, thank you mouse, but I'm really alright!"

She looked up at him and smirked. "Then why don't you pick him up?"

"Oh, no. You're not doing this to me, not on a date. Come here," he said, briskly walking over to a cage a few rows over.

When Glass found them later on, Daphne was sprawled out on an old couch, three ferrets happily napping on her stomach. Cain sat neatly beside her, allowing her to prop het feet up on his lap as he pet the parrot resting on his shoulder.

Glass laughed. "I hate to ruin your fun, but the cameras will be turning back on in two minutes."

"Oh, no. Daphne, wake the ferrets, we need to put them back now," he pushed her legs off him and stood up, taking the rainbow bird to it's perch.

Daphne grumbled and gently shook the fluff noodles awake. Cain scooped one up and deposited it in it's cage, leaving the door open for Daphne leave behind the other two.

"Goodbye, my babies!" She cooed at them as they lazily coiled back up on their blanket.

"You know she's gonna keep bugging us to come back here, right?" Dr. Glass murmured to Cain.

"Trust me, when Daphne finds something she likes, she doesn't give it up for anything." Cain whispered back.

"We'll be coming back here, right?" Daphne said, smiling.

"Case in point."

#☀️ a love so deep 🌙 #📝 written in the history books 📜 #writing #my writing #story #short story

[the-siren-and-the-sailor]

   It was late in the evening; the sun painted the sky in beautiful colours, the bed looked comfortable and warm, yet Qabil was still busy at work. Dahlia found him later on, at his desk, hunched over a blueprint with quill in hand. The quill however, was not moving, nor was Qabil thinking. He was, in fact, sleeping.

   Dahlia’s cold hands ran up his back and worked his robe and tunic off of his shoulders, leaving him in a simple undershirt. Once this was done, the hands returned once more to rub the exhausted man’s back until he eventually stirred, cracked open an eye, and wearily smiled. 

   Dahlia smiled and leaned down to press her lips to his neck. “Qabil, the sun has set. Come to bed with me,” she whispered gently in his ear before moving to kiss along his chin.

   He shook his head, adjusting the quill in his hand to once more continue his earlier work. “No. I must finish the monastery I am planning. I can’t simply leave it unfinished in the middle of designing it.” Dahlia cast him a look as he dipped the quill into the pot of ink to his left. His efforts would prove to be in vain, however, for as soon as the quill neared the page, he stopped, still at a loss for ideas.

   “Qabil, let yourself relax. Your thoughts will flow better once you’re well rested.” Despite his wife’s urgings, Qabil continued to gaze at the unfinished blueprint before him. Dahlia, realizing that this will go nowhere, takes matters into her own hands, quite literally.

   She runs her hands up and down his arms before slipping them under his shirt, all while continuing to kiss down his neck and to his collarbone. Her hands find their way up his chest and her lips to the sweet spot on the back of his neck. Qabil tenses and then loosens up, setting down the quill in favor of placing his hands over hers.

   Qabil leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, drawing in a deep, calming breath. For a moment Dahlia thought he had gone back to sleep before he spoke. “Maybe I can put it off until tomorrow after all...” Dahlia giggled and slid up onto his lap to kiss his lips and run her hands through his hair. 

   This continued on for some time before Qabil spoke once more. “I knew I had found a fine woman when I met you, but I know now that you are so much more than a princess. You are my queen,” he praised her as he pulled her closer. 

   Dahlia giggled again and playfully leaned away from him. “Me? A queen? Oh please.”

   “Hmm, you may be right,” he hummed into her skin. “Who’s to say you’re not a queen?” He continued to fondle her, and looked her in the eyes when he spoke next. “Perhaps I have pledged myself to a goddess other than Mekhane.”

   Dahlia pulled away in incredulity. “Qabil! You mustn’t say such things!”

   Qabil drew in a breath to defend himself, but stopped. A light went on in his eyes; not a lovestruck one like had been there before, but one of inspiration.

   “Oh, Dallie, that’s it! You’ve done it, you’ve inspired me!”

   Dahlia looked at him with a balance of suspicion and amusement. “How? By denouncing your blasphemy?”

   “Yes!” He stood up and spun her around, causing her to yelp and cling on to him. “Oh. Wait, no. But I do have an idea now!”

   “And what is that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

   “Why, I will build you a temple, of course! Off of our palace, on our own private ground, that way no one could call me a blasphemer. A water temple, full of fountains and streams and...” He trailed off at the sight of his wife’s apprehensive expression. “Oh, Dallie, let me do this for you. It would bring me so much joy!”

   She considered his proposition for a moment before slowly nodding. “Alright. But be careful. And tell no one of what has inspired you, understand?”

   Qabil dipped and kissed her with a cheer. “Anything for you, love. Now hand me a new parchment, I plan to be building by noon tomorrow!”

   He did not wait for her to hand him his supplies and quickly set his things up. Dahlia watched as he once again sat down, dipped his quill in the ink, and-

   -nothing. “Oh, it’s no use, my mind is still blank! I can picture the idea in my mind, but couldn’t for the life of me articulate it’s structure in drawing form.”

   “You’re still tired, you know. Again, come to bed. You’ll dream of it tonight and have it’s design in mind by morning,” Dahlia said as she crossed the room and climbed into their bed.

   Qabil sighed. Perhaps she was right. After all, the bed did look enticing, as did the woman now laying in it. And so, he muttered an agreement, crawled under the blankets with her, and turned out the light.

#lowkey I have no idea how to pronounce Qabil #f/o x s/i #my writing #☀️ a love so deep 🌙 #📝 written in the history books 📜

[the-siren-and-the-sailor]

Cain and Daphne’s overall story! (moved from the masterpost, but still linked there)

No longer the actual story, but keeping in for records-sake!

  Our story starts when the goddess Titania created two daughters; the eldest, Leonora, and the youngest, Daphne. They were made to guide the Fae and protect them in their ongoing war with the Children of the Night. Leonora was made their ruler, and Daphne was her lady-in-waiting. But what use is a lady-in-waiting when your princess cannot die? Daphne, feeling betrayed by her mother and sister for giving her such a useless role, transformed herself into a water spirit and ran away, leaving the Fae to wage their bleak war without her.

  Then one day, a long time later, a strange man shipwrecked near the underwater cave where Daphne had made her home. She found him passed out in an air pocket, and debated as to whether or not she should help him. He was very tall and had dark olive skin- unlike the short, green-skinned Fae- and Daphne caught a glimpse of brilliant blue eyes when she lifted his eyelids. Her debate ended as she touched his face, was taken with his unique sort of beauty, and brought him ashore.

  The stranger, once he was revived, said that his name was Qayin, and that he was human priest for a foreign religion. His people were followers of a broken god, though how a god could be broken was beyond Daphne. Unfortunately, he was also cursed, so that his mere presence would destroy any greenery he came across, land or sea. He suggested that he should leave, and as soon as he had repaired his ship, he did. But the man and his stories had already intrigued Daphne, so she shed her old home and followed him out of curiosity.

  Qayin did not expect to find her stowing away on his ship, but welcomed her company all the same. After a long journey, they arrived at their destination, and Daphne was amazed at the world that lay before them. Instead of a bitter and ancient war between two tired races, there was a multitude of peoples, all with their own enemies, alliances, histories, conflicts, and cultures. A beautiful splash of rainbow colour across continents she hadn’t known existed a fortnight before.

  Qayin guided her about, answering her every question and teaching her about anything she wanted to know. He gave her a home with him in a city he’d built, and even added a water temple to it in her honour. Time revealed that there was a chemistry to their differences, and it allowed them to build a bond; First a close friendship, then something much deeper. This later led to their marriage and two sons, as well as the multitude of adventures that carried them through history.

  Speaking of their adventures, let’s fast forward a few millennia to the rise of the SCP Foundation, where Qayin (now known as Cain), was contained in 1936. Daphne, frustrated by his absence, joined the Serpent’s Hand in hopes that one day the Foundation would be toppled and her husband would be free. The Foundation did manage to catch up to Daphne after a while, though, all the while not knowing that she was not showing them her true form. While they ran their experiments and tests, Daphne plotted as to how to find Cain.

  But Daphne grew tired of the Foundation after a while; tired of being treated like an object or a lab rat, tired of not being able to embody her true self, and certainly tired of being called ‘fifty-four’ rather than her name. So as soon as the opportunity presented itself, she slipped into a poorly maintained pipe and began to search for Cain with a fair bit more urgency.

  She knew Cain was somewhere in the facility, too, and it was only a matter of time until she found the right shower drain to slink out of. ‘Seventy-three’ they called him, but for as mad as it made Daphne that he was kept caged as well, she was also relieved to finally see him again. The cameras in his room did not cover the shower, and so that is where they would meet until Daphne finally revealed herself to the Foundation and was given a looser set of containment procedures.

  And so Daphne and Cain had once again wandered into a new home, just as they had been doing for millennia. Cain was given more freedoms and responsibilities as time went on, and Daphne’s protests against the Foundation’s cruel methods went a fair way towards more positive changes. They continued to raise children as well, like the cyborg girl, who became like Cain’s daughter, and a small but sweet satyr that Daphne formed a particular bond with. But more than anything, they loved each other, no matter what challenges they faced. Their love had lasted nearly ten thousand years, and it would continue on into the thousands that would follow.  ♥

#f/o x s/i #s/i #s/i backstory #☀️ a love so deep 🌙 #📝 written in the history books 📜

[the-siren-and-the-sailor]

Here, have Cain and Daphne’s first kiss because self-indulgence  ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯  

   They stood on the edge of the ship, leaning against the railing, watching the sunset in a pleasant silence. They had been on the sea long enough to have seen this sunset a hundred times before, but despite this, it had never gotten old. Qayin turned to Daphne and smiled, and when she realized he was looking at her, she did the same.

   For some reason he couldn’t quite place, he started to feel warm as he looked at her. This feeling was only heightened when she leaned closer to him, placing her head against his arm. He felt his heart skip a beat, as he continued to look at her. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he felt her head move to nestle into his side.

   They stayed like this for a while as the sun dipped ever lower, painting the sky in brilliant reds and oranges. But eventually, Daphne realized that she was staring and Qayin more than the sunset, and hopped up on the railing to get a better look at him. He held her sides so that she wouldn’t fall as she ran her hands over face, fingers exploring every dip and curve.

   The tenderness of her touch surprised him, and he couldn’t help but lean into it. Daphne ran her fingers down his neck with one hand and cupped his cheek with the other. Leaning closer, Qayin could feel her soft breath in his ear as she whispered to him what she wanted. His heart jumped and he nodded, bringing a hand to her head and running his fingers through her hair.

   Just as she had requested, Daphne leaned her face into Cain’s and brushed her nose against his. She ran her hands over his face one more time before tilting her head so that her lips finally pressed into his. The kiss sent sparks flying through both of them; like their blood had been set on fire. The kiss lasted a little longer before the both pulled away to breathe.

   After a moment (and a few kisses more), the sun finally slipped below the horizon and they both giggled. Daphne slipped off the railing, ran a hand over his chest, and told him that she was heading to bed. He leaned against the railing and stared as she left for a long time before finally deciding to join her.

#i dunno i'll tag it later #☀️ a love so deep 🌙 #📝 written in the history books 📜