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I Used to Look at the Stars (A Poem)

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This is an extra credit assignment for my English class that came out better than expected. I'm not one for poetry, but I'm really proud of this one.

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I used to look at the stars And marvel at their wonder Their light guiding my path Their glow feeding my hunger I used to stare at the stars And dream of joining their place Until a new light arose And wrapped me in an embrace

I watched as you danced Across the clear blue sky Your grace and your charm, Your love giving me life You reached out your hand And my heart filled with glee For the chance of a time When we’d finally be free

But then you turned away Your eyes avoiding mine And you got up and went Without leaving a sign I didn’t understand Why you departed so fast Until the night came anew With a view unsurpassed

She was a beautiful thing Her light soft and discrete She took my breath away And I knew I couldn’t compete I watched as you danced With your perfect new lover For she was made for you And I was nothing like her

I used to look at the stars And laugh at their shimmer But now, all I see When I look in the mirror Is the cold of my hands And my soul now undone When I remember the day That I lost my dear sun

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So close, yet so. fucking. far. . .

you think I can cross out Omega sacrificing herself to get cross out cuz of ep11? or is it too specific??

also i will die on the Tech is CX-2 theory (that's the "guy in the trailer" and I NEED HIM BACK MY BELOVED--)

This show will destroy me help--

#jennifer corbett #tbb #the bad batch #tbb s3 #bad batch season 3 #the bad batch season 3 #the bad batch s3 #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb echo #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #tbb emerie #tbb hemlock #tbb nala se #clone force 99 #tbb bingo

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Manifesting Hunter lives (JOIN ME HUNTER GIRLIES—)

maybe if we all hold hands and think really hard we’ll get a two hour long bad batch finale

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OMEGA GOING TO OLLIVANDERS IN HOGWARTS LEGACY I NEED IT---

The last character you drew/wrote about is now stuck in the last game you played. How screwed are they?

#tbb omega #tbb #the bad batch #hogwarts #she's such a huffllepuff #i'm sure she'll be able to kill that one troll in hogsmeade #i had no idea what i was doing #how do you get to the hospital wing #i have no idea #my map keeps glitching

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just went to prom last night lmao---

there's usually a huge ass crowd of everyone "dancing"

the further you push yourself into the crowd, the hotter, sweatier, and stinkier everything is

you will, and I repeat, WILL find at least one guy who soaked through their shirt with sweat

people step on your feet all the time

when a banger song comes up, everyone will be shouting the lyrics at the top of their lungs, and when the beat drops, everyone starts jumping like maniacs

sweaty people

there are sooooo many people with their flash on recording and everyone is going nuts into the camera

when the hype starts dying down the feral crowd will turn into a mellow mingling crowd as everyone waits for the next song

someone gets hoisted up and gets to surf the crowd (I almost fell trying to hold someone's feet up--)

you will fall because some idiots like to shove people in every direction

super sweaty people

put your hair up

during the slow dance section, you'll find couples, but you'll find more pairs of friends dancing together for the fun of it (@klaotaku and I were vibing so hard)

it almost looks like the pairs of friends are having more fun during the slow dance than the actual couples

um maybe add a llittle section about downing your drink as soon as you get it just in case so it doesn't get spiked or something

idk if there's anything i missed lmk 👍

Um hi can someone who goes to parties tell me what that shit is like so I can write about it properly? I was only invited to one house party in high school that I promptly turned down the offer for, bcs why would I go to a house full of teenagers to smoke and drink, when I can do that in PJs in my bedroom? I am now regretting not going only because it would have helped me describe this scene better 😭

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NO CUZ LITERALLY WHAT-

WHY IS HE SO PERFECT

My love pls get home safe--

“NEGATIVE”

Someone sedate me 😩

#hunter #tbb spoilers #tbb season 3 spoilers #Hunter the love of my life please #tbb hunter

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Warrior’s Honor - Part 15

Fandom: The Dragon Prince Characters: Emelyn, Carmell, Millie Word Count: 962 Previous // Next Warrior’s Honor Masterlist

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Carmell awoke with a start, a shutter of the open window snapping her out of her slumber. She sat up in her bed, staring at the other side of the room, wondering why she had a dark feeling in the pit of her stomach. Then again, that feeling was always there.

She looked out towards the open window frame repeatedly hitting the opposite wall. Carmell climbed out of bed and pulled the curtains aside, looking outside to see the early rays of sunlight rising above the castle. With a cleansing breath, she closed the window, changed into a clean set of work clothes, and tied her white-streaked ginger hair into a braid. Fiddling with the apron strings behind her back, she looked in the small mirror propped up against the wall before leaving the room.

That's when she noticed the scroll in the mirror's reflection, sitting on the nightstand.

When did that get there? Carmell turned around and gazed at the scroll quizzically. She crossed the room and took the parchment in her hand, her heart jumping at the sight of the red ribbon tying it shut. Emelyn? Carmell pulled the ribbon off the parchment and unfurled it:

Mom, You may have already heard about this, but I'm going to be away from the castle for a little bit. Gren disappeared last night, and a bunch of soldiers tried to arrest me for a crime I didn't commit. I don't know what happened to him, or where he is, but my gut is telling me Viren is behind this. He doesn't want us to find the princes, which is exactly what I'm going to do. Please lay low and don't draw attention to yourself. The last thing I need is for you to get caught up in this, too. Please stay safe. I love you. -Emelyn

Carmell stared at the letter for a moment, reading it twice, three times. Her lungs clenched in her chest, her heart pounding in her ears. Emelyn, arrested? What does she mean, Gren disappeared?!

Her face turned as red as her hair as her eyes darted toward a particular name within the letter: Viren. She inhaled sharply, the letter crumbling in her hand as she wrenched the door open and stormed down the hall.

"This is the last straw," Carmell muttered angrily, making her way to the Throne Room.

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"Alright," Emelyn sighed, slapping her map on the ground and unrolling it with a sense of exhaustion. She had been traveling throughout the night, but now that the sun had risen, she decided to start plotting her course to find the princes. Millie waddled over and bowed, examining the labels on the map. Emelyn's horse stood at the edge of the clearing, grazing.

"You wanna help, Mills?" Emelyn asked. Millie looked up, then bobbed her head in agreement. Emelyn giggled despite herself. Her body longed for sleep, but she knew it wasn't that easy. Between the drama with the royal family and her (almost) arrest, the Crownguard was still on the lookout for any threats.

"Okay. The most obvious place to start would be the Banther Lodge, but since it's already been a whole day since the elf and princes escaped General Amaya..." Emelyn hummed in thought, wiggling a charcoal pencil between her fingers. She pulled a straightedge from her satchel, plotted a line from her current point to the Banther Lodge, and then wrote some calculations on a separate sheet of parchment. 

"I'll get there by tomorrow morning; by then, there won't be anything to find."

Emelyn combed her fingers through her bangs, sitting back and looking at the entire map. The map had the human kingdoms on the left and a complete illustration of Xadia on the right. There were diagrams of mountains, rivers, and pictures of elven and human settlements alike. If Emelyn really wanted to, she could make her way into Xadia and track down the elves' homes.

Provided she could survive an entire nation of elves and dragons wanting her dead.

Emelyn's thoughts drifted to her beloved cousin, Gren, who had given her the map in the first place. She looked at Millie to see the Golden Eagle staring sadly at the ground.

"You wondering what happened to him, too, huh?" Emelyn asked. Millie flapped her wings and bobbed her head. Just then, Emelyn noticed something on the map that caught her attention. "Wait a minute..." Emelyn mumbled, leaning toward the map. She stared at the dot labeled 'Banther Lodge' and noticed a small blue line snaked next to it, flowing toward the mountains to the east. It was the river Gren had mentioned when they were preparing to leave Katolis to look for the princes.

"When we found out that the princes were being held hostage by a Moonshadow elf," Gren explained hours before his disappearance. "They took a boat and floated down the river near the Banther Lodge. We should start there, see what we can find."

Emelyn's eyes widened with excitement. "The river!" she exclaimed, scaring Millie. The bird hovered above the ground with an irritated squawk, then flew over to the other side of the map. Emelyn jabbed the river on the map with her index finger and said avidly, "What if we followed the river?!"

The Crownguard didn't expect nor wait for an answer from her feathered friend. With her new plan in mind, Emelyn rolled up the map and tied a ribbon around it, jumping with glee. "That's our path!" she cried, placing the map and tools in the satchel attached to her horse. Millie flew around and landed on the stallion's perch as Emelyn climbed onto the saddle. 

"Banther Lodge, here we come," Emelyn declared, flicking the reins and sending her horse into a full gallop.

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If you could relive any of your memories, which would it be?

ooh, this is a good one~

So I’m in my school’s Show Choir (singing and dancing in sparkly dresses and heels) and this is my second year. One girl, the team captain, was someone I had known since 4th grade, and I have looked up to her practically my entire life. Show Choir was a way for us to reconnect and become really close. She was very helpful getting me adjusted to the group and made me feel welcome.

This year I started helping around more, in turn helping the rookies feel welcome, just as my friend had helped me. There was a moment where I was helping all the girls put their dresses away when she told me “You’d make a great team captain.”

😳

whAt—

We talked about it a little, and since then she had been hinting at making me team captain after she graduates (she’s a grade above me) and I couldn’t help but feel so honored that she actually considers me to be team captain. Me, the one who looked up to her since I was 9. It may sound a little silly from an outside pov, but it was a really special moment for me lol. I hope she remembers me when talking to our director about next year’s captains because I would love nothing more than to uphold the values she taught me and continue to make this family I found in Show Choir a welcoming space.

I just realized this is like multiple moments but whatever they’re all connected—

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inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.

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Warrior's Honor - Part 14

Fandom: The Dragon Prince Characters: Emelyn, Iris, Millie Word Count: 1306 Previous // Next Warrior's Honor Masterlist

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The sky was painted with hues of orange and pink as the sun slowly descended, casting long shadows across the courtyard where General Amaya, Commander Gren, and the other members of the Standing Battalion stood, making preparations to depart. Emelyn rushed to the courtyard, her armored boots clanking loudly against the stone flooring as she ran. Her heart pounded as she mentally berated herself for being late again. After training with Soren for a few hours to get her mind off the princes, Gren approached her with exciting news.

"General Amaya put me in charge of the search for the princes, and I figured you could be a big help!" Gren had told her with a big smile. Only then did Emelyn realize she had forgotten her satchel, though where she had forgotten it had slipped her mind. She then spent the remainder of that day searching the castle grounds high and low, only to find it in the one place she should've checked first: tied to the horse she was going to take out the day before.

"Map, tools, food..." Emelyn mentally checked off each supply item in her satchel while leading her horse to the courtyard to meet with Gren and the rest of his team.

"Water... Horse..." Emelyn pulled at her horse's reins, but the stallion had stopped to examine a patch of grass peeking through the stone. "Oh, come on, will you? I'm late enough as it is!"

The horse snorted but didn't budge. Emelyn sighed in defeat, reaching into her satchel and pulling out a carrot. The horse looked up at the vegetable, eyes wide, and Emelyn waved it around. "C'mon, that's it..."

Emelyn led the horse into the courtyard, silently noting Gren's absence. Am I early?

She casually handed the carrot to her horse, who neighed happily as he munched on the vegetable. She scanned the courtyard, and although plenty of soldiers were talking amongst themselves, none seemed to have been assigned to the search party. She left her horse to finish his carrot and surveyed the scene. Every soldier seemed to be minding their business, but Emelyn knew better; they were all watching her.

Something's off.

Keeping a careful watch on every soldier on the scene, she walked up to the closest group and spoke up. "Excuse me, do you know where Commander Gren is? We were supposed to meet up for a mission."

The soldier eyed her curiously, his weight shifting as he turned to face Emelyn. Even without him saying a word, Emelyn could feel the eyes of the other soldiers in the courtyard, could hear their soft steps as they crept closer.

"There's been a... misunderstanding," the soldier said, towering over Emelyn as he spoke. As far as Emelyn could tell, he was tall and far stronger than herself. It would take a rather unorthodox approach to take him down.

"What kind of misunderstanding?" Emelyn asked slowly, taking note of the soldiers closing in behind her. She widened her stance, bracing herself for the attack she now knew was imminent.

"Commander Gren's mission has been reassigned to another team," the soldier continued. The soldier consciously stepped toward Emelyn, and that was the only warning she needed. All at once, he and the two soldiers behind her reached out to grab Emelyn, but she was too fast. She ducked and spun around, grabbing one of the soldiers behind her and tackling him to the ground. Emelyn sprang to her feet and side-stepped away from the soldiers, only to get attacked by two more.

"Crownguard Emelyn," the tall soldier declared as the two holding Emelyn in place dug their fingers into her arms. "You are being arrested for insubordination and conspiracy against higher powers."

"Conspiracy?!" Emelyn shouted, her eyes flashing with fear and anger as she struggled to break free. The two soldiers forced her hands behind her back and tried to tie her wrists together. She looked around, desperately hoping someone would come to her aid. Every soldier in the courtyard was involved in some way; some were tense with anticipation, waiting for Emelyn to bolt their way; some were curious to see what would happen next; some even turned away and refused to watch. No one stepped up to help.

Emelyn squeezed her eyes shut, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. This is it, she thought. Everything I've worked for is going down the drain.

The sound of a horse's bray and soldiers shouting caused Emelyn to snap her eyes open and see soldiers diving out of the way as her stallion raced toward her. The two soldiers holding Emelyn in place yelped in surprise and tried to pull her out of the way, but she stomped on one soldier's foot, earning an angry cry of pain as she wrenched her hand free just in time to grab her horse's saddle and be swept off her feet.

Chaos ensued as Emelyn swung her leg over the horse's back and grabbed the reins. She risked a glance back to see a mass of soldiers clamoring after her and even more shouting at each other. One particular soldier pushed her way to the front of the crowd, her platinum blonde hair shining in the orange rays of the setting sun. She opened her mouth, her face twisted in anger, but Emelyn was too far away to hear. She gasped, turning to get a better look, but her stallion turned a corner, and Iris and the other soldiers were out of sight.

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"You've got to be kidding me," Iris growled, fuming as she watched Emelyn turn the corner and disappear into the distance. Her eyes flashed with frustration as she turned back to the other soldiers, who were bickering and blaming each other for the escape. Iris balled her fists at her sides and shouted, "Who let the horse escape?"

No one said a word. Every soldier in the courtyard looked at each other for a sign of the culprit, but no one spoke up. One soldier, the tall one, stepped forward and said, "Don't worry, Captain. We'll find her."

"You better," Iris snarled, "Because if not, the High Mage'll have both our heads."

Iris anxiously ran her fingers through her hair as the other soldiers dispersed, making preparations to search the capital for Emelyn. One particular soldier, however, stood on the opposite side of the courtyard, watching the commotion. Her bright green eyes scanned the scene before returning to where Emelyn disappeared. With a slight smirk on her lips and an almost inaudible chuckle, she returned to the stables from which she came.

***

Emelyn slowed her horse to a stop at the forest's edge surrounding the castle, looking out for nearby soldiers. The last rays of sunlight were starting to fade, the orange glow concealed behind the uneven towers. In the distance, Emelyn could see squad after squad of soldiers departing from the castle, no doubt in search of her, but none came her way. A few moments after the last team hurried out of sight, Emelyn breathed a sigh of relief. Millie flew in shortly after, landing on her perch and cooing gently. All clear.

"Oh, Millie," Emelyn sighed, stroking Millie's wings. "What are we gonna do?"

Millie's head twitched to the left. Emelyn glanced back towards the castle. "They think we're traitors, Millie. The only way to prove our innocence is... to find the princes."

Emelyn looked back at Millie, whose head was upside down. The Golden Eagle righted herself, flapping her wings in agreement. Emelyn smiled and reached for her satchel, taking out a quill, ink, and scrap parchment. 

"First thing's first," Emelyn muttered, opening the ink bottle. She looked at Millie and said, "I have one more favor to ask you before we leave. You think you can deliver a letter for me?"

***

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•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.

Spread the Word :)

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Warrior's Honor - Part 13

Fandom: The Dragon Prince Characters: Emelyn, Iris, Gren, Amaya, Viren Word Count: 1243 Previous // Next Warrior's Honor Masterlist

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Emelyn leaned against the balcony of the tallest tower in Katolis Castle, watching the sun rise over the kingdom. It was her favorite spot in the castle because she could just make out the castles of the other kingdoms in the far reaches of the land. Del Bar was to the north, while Duren was to the northeast. Neolandia lay in between, and Evenere prospered across the Independent Isles to the west.

A smile played on Emelyn's face as the sun shone in her eyes, and she thought about the world map currently sitting in her room.

Ah, the map.

It was old and tattered, and she should get a new one, but she just couldn't part with it. She had written so many notes in the margins that it would be impossible to recover if she lost that beloved piece of parchment. Not only that, but the map itself was one of a kind. She had gotten it as a gift. Emelyn recalled the day when—

"There you are."

Emelyn whipped around to see Gren behind her, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.

"Gren!" she exclaimed, running toward him and pulling him into a bear hug.

"Hey, there!" Gren laughed. "Is this still your favorite spot?"

"You bet," Emelyn answered. It's like you can see the whole world!"

"You've always been one for geography," Gren teased, making Emelyn laugh.

"So, you brought the princes back?" Emelyn asked, changing the subject. Gren's face fell.

"Well, we know they're alive, but they've been captured by a Moonshadow elf. It's a wonder they're not dead yet, but we'll find them!"

Emelyn froze. "What? A Moonshadow elf?!"

"Yeah," Gren said gravely. His eyes lifted toward the rising sun, his bright blue eyes glazing over. The commander's usually cheery attitude melted away for just an instant, revealing a battle-hardened side of him Emelyn rarely saw. But before she could even blink, it was gone.

Gren sighed, rubbing the nape of his neck. "Well, I better get going. General Amaya's probably waiting for me at the Throne Room."

"General Amaya?" Emelyn cut in hopefully. "Can I come with you?"

"No, no," Gren said with a wave of his hand. "It's a serious matter, and I rather you not be involved. I'll see you later."

Emelyn's heart sank. She watched as Gren walked away, his broad shoulders set with determination. She raised a hand and waved before returning to the balcony to watch the Crownguard below change shifts. "See ya."

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General Amaya stood in the castle halls, her arms crossed and eyes closed as she waited outside the Throne Room. She would've entered the room herself to see if Lord Viren was inside, but she would rather wait outside then risk having to listen to Viren's ranting while waiting for Gren to interpret.

Amaya opened her eyes and stared at the floor. Being deaf, she was able to let her mind wander without anything disturbing her. In a way, her lack of hearing was a blessing.

Amaya's thoughts drifted to her nephews, Ezran and Callum. She hadn't seen them in so long, and it pained her to think the moment they reunited, they were in the clutches of a Moonshadow elf. Why did it have to be a Moonshadow elf, of all things?

Oh, poor Ezran and Callum. They must be scared out of their minds. But they're smart, Amaya thought. They'll figure out how to stay alive, and hopefully long enough so we can save them.

Amaya raised her hand and brushed her fingers over the scar on her right cheek. She vowed to save the boys. For her sister.

Just then, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Instinctively, she grabbed the wrist and closed her other hand in a fist, ready to strike.

"Wait, Wait!"

Amaya stared at the hands for a moment, realizing they were signs. She looked up to see Gren frantically signing at her.

"It's me," Gren signed, and based on how his chest was heaving, Amaya guessed he was laughing. He finger-spelled his name with the hand she was gripping, and with a scowl, she let go.

"Don't sneak up on me like that. I could've seriously hurt you," Amaya signed before crossing her arms. "And don't laugh at me."

"Alright, alright," Gren signed, taking a deep breath and smiling at her. 

Amaya frowned, opening the door to the Throne Room. She looked around but saw no one.

She saw Gren waving his hand in the corner of her eye and turned to face him. 

"He's not here; what do we do now?" Gren asked. 

"We wait," Amaya said, walking over to a pillar and leaning against it. She crossed her arms in waiting, and Gren joined her, watching the door.

After a few minutes, the Throne Room door opened to reveal Viren walking inside. Gren almost stepped into his view, but Amaya raised her arm. Gren looked at Amaya quizzically, but she didn't budge. She wanted to see what the High Mage was up to.

Viren walked toward the throne, seeming oblivious to Amaya and Gren. They watched as Viren started up the steps to the throne, and that was when Amaya had seen enough. 

"Thought I might run into you here."

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Iris flinched at the sound of General Amaya's armor clanging loudly as she stomped into the courtyard. Gren was practically running to keep up. As Amaya stormed over to her horse, Iris called out to Gren, who looked back at her.

"Bad day?" Iris asked, nodding towards Amaya's fit of frustration.

"Her talk with Viren didn't exactly go as planned," Gren replied with a dry chuckle. They both jumped at the sound of an ear-piercing whistle and saw Amaya staring Gren down from her horse.

"Gotta go," Gren said hurriedly. "Be back later."

"Good luck," Iris said ruefully. Gren mounted his horse and rode after Amaya out of the castle. As their horses' galloping faded, Iris noticed a small shadow soaring along the ground. She looked up to see the familiar Golden Eagle gliding across the sky and chuckled.

"Here comes Emi," Iris muttered, turning around to see the Crownguard trekking toward her. "Right on cue."

"Hey, Iris," Emelyn greeted her with a sad wave. "Where's Gren?"

"Ooh, you just missed him," Iris said, pointing behind her with a thumb.

Emelyn slumped. "Oh. I was hoping to catch Amaya before she left."

"They'll be back soon, so if you wanna wait for them..." Iris started, but Emelyn waved her hands dismissively.

"No, no. It's fine. Thanks." Emelyn started to walk back toward the castle. Iris tagged along.

"Why the long face?" Iris asked, noticing Emelyn's dejected expression.

Emelyn sighed, rubbing her temples. "I don't know. I'm just trying to figure out what to do. We're so close to finding the princes, and I guess I'm getting antsy." Her hands dropped to her sides. "I just want things to go back to normal."

Iris snorted. "Well, that's something we all want, isn't it?"

Emelyn didn't react.

Iris sighed and stopped walking. "Look, I'm sure that everything will go back to normal when Amaya and Gren find the princes, alright? So stop stressing yourself out."

Emelyn's shoulders relaxed, and she looked at Iris with a half-hearted smile. "Yeah. Maybe." She turned and started walking back into the castle. "I'm gonna go look for Soren. His dumb jokes should cheer me up, or something."

Iris laughed. "You do that!"

***

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Warrior’s Honor - Part 12

Fandom: The Dragon Prince Characters: Emelyn, Carmell, Soren, Viren, Opeli, Gren, Amaya Word Count: 1101 Previous // Next Warrior’s Honor Masterlist

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Dawn had finally come. Citizens of Katolis had begun to gather in the courtyard, awaiting the coronation. Standing at the entrance, Soren observed hundreds taking their places. He took a deep breath, savoring the refreshing morning air. Amidst the crowd, he noticed Emelyn leaning against a wall with a look of disapproval etched on her face.

"Red," Soren called, making his way toward her. Emelyn looked up and, upon recognizing Soren, saluted him with two fingers.

"Hey, why the long face?" Soren asked, mimicking Emelyn's posture. Emelyn sighed.

"Nothing," Emelyn answered flatly.

"Oh come on, I know that look," Soren prodded, playfully poking Emelyn in the side. She swatted his hand away.

"I said it's nothing, okay?!" Emelyn snapped. Her eyes flared with irritation as she glared at Soren, who recoiled in surprise.

"Woah, okay, sorry. I didn't mean to upset you," he said, rubbing his stinging hand as he stepped back. Perhaps he was being too cheerful too soon, but he didn't know what else to do. As he watched Emelyn cross her arms over her chest and furrowed her brows in frustration, he longed for the opportunity to cheer her up properly.

After a few minutes, Viren appeared on the balcony, adorned in simple yet elegant robes. Emelyn's fingers dug into her arms upon seeing the High Mage, a small gesture that Soren picked up on.

"People of Katolis," Viren began, his voice projecting with confidence. The crowd fell silent. "King Harrow's death has wounded us deeply, but the loss of his sons— our princes— is a greater injustice. By eliminating both heirs to the throne, our enemies sought to leave us without a leader."

Soren observed the crowd, their eyes fixed on Viren, their breaths held as they awaited his following words. "It would disgrace Harrow's memory to allow the kingdom he loved to be lost in darkness." The High Mage lifted his arms regally and proclaimed, "Though it is a heavy burden, I will humbly take up the battle in Harrow's name. I will become Lord Protector of the realm!"

The entire courtyard gasped in shock. Even Soren was surprised; he didn't realize that his father was willing to take the crown to exact revenge on the evils of Xadia. Emelyn, on the other hand, spat. "Typical, ain't it? Because calling yourself the king would be too obvious."

It seemed to Soren that she knew something he didn't, but he didn't dwell too much on it.

As Viren turned and kneeled, High Cleric Opeli stepped forward, holding Harrow's crown. Her brows were knitted together as her eyes darted across the crowd, desperate for someone to speak up. When no one did, She closed her eyes, sighed deeply, and slowly lowered the crown to Viren's—

"Stop the coronation!"

Everyone whipped around to see two soldiers barreling into the courtyard on horses. As they slid to a stop, one raised her hands and moved them wildly as the other spoke. Emelyn gasped.

"Stop the coronation," Commander Gren of the Standing Battalion shouted, translating for General Amaya's rapid signing. "The princes are alive!"

Soren's eyes widened, and he turned to look back up at Viren and Opeli. It seemed that Opeli hadn't finished the ceremony because she was gazing at General Amaya with satisfaction, the crown still in her hands. Opeli's eyes shifted from Amaya to Emelyn, who returned the knowing look with a smirk.

Okay, so there was definitely something she knew that Soren didn't. Soren then noticed that his father had stood up and was now glaring at Amaya with an anger Soren rarely saw.

Ooh, Soren thought, sucking his teeth. That's not going to be good.

***

The crowd gathered in the courtyard for Viren's 'coronation' had dispersed and gone home. Some were relieved of the sudden interruption. Others grumbled amongst themselves about the still-empty throne.

Once the courtyard had cleared, Commander Gren scanned the setting to see General Amaya handing the reins of their horses to a Crownguard. As the guard led the horses away, Gren approached Amaya, who signed, "Have you seen Emelyn?"

"Not yet," Gren answered, signing as he spoke. "She might be on duty; I'll try and find her tomorrow."

A Crownguard approached them, waving her hand to get their attention. "General?" she asked. "The servants are wondering if they need to set up rooms for you and your forces."

Amaya raised her hands to sign, but Gren spoke up before she could. "That won't be necessary," he said. "We're just here to talk to High Mage Viren."

Amaya poked Gren's arm and signed, "We can find him later. For now, let's rest."

"Are you sure?" Gren signed back. "You're not really the type to delay essential matters."

The Crownguard watched the silent conversation blankly, not comprehending the signs. 

"Is it unnecessary if we're getting some much-needed rest?" Amaya signed with an eyebrow raised. Gren hesitated for a moment, then turned back to the Crownguard.

"Actually, go ahead and get the rooms ready," Gren told the Crownguard. He turned back to Amaya and signed, "Good point."

***

As Gren made his way to his room down the castle halls, he witnessed a peculiar sight - a large pile of blankets appeared to be walking down the aisle. The pile stumbled around momentarily, prompting Gren to rush to offer assistance.

"Woah, do you need help?" Gren asked, hovering his arms over the fabric. He looked around the blankets to see a head of ginger hair pop out from behind.

"Thank you, but I've got it under control—" the servant started with a smile, but when she opened her eyes, she stopped, staring at Gren in astonishment.

"Gren?!"

"Aunt Carmell?" Gren responded, surprised. Carmell practically dropped the pile and threw herself into Gren's arms, hugging him tightly.

"Oh, Gren!" Camrell repeated gleefully. "When did you get here?"

"Were you at the coronation?" Gren inquired when she pulled away. Carmell sighed.

"Did you really think that I would attend a ceremony crowning a crook? I was stress-cleaning." She gestured to the pile of blankets with a dry chuckle.

Gren chuckled, too. "I thought you worked in the kitchens?"

"I do," Carmell answered with a grin. "But you know how I am with cleaning; it clears my head!"

Gren laughed. He helped Carmell stack the blankets and handed them to her. "Are you sure you don't need help?" he asked.

"I'll be fine, thank you," Carmell answered with a smile. "It was nice seeing you!"

Carmell walked down the hall, stumbling over the carpet. Gren almost ran over to help her, but she called, "I've got it!"

Gren shook his head and smiled before turning to continue to his room.

***

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Warrior’s Honor - Part 11

Fandom: The Dragon Prince Characters: Emelyn, Millie, Iris, Opeli Word Count: 1093 Previous // Next Warrior’s Honor Masterlist

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"Alright, Millie," Emelyn briefed as the Golden Eagle perched on the horse before the Crownguard. Emelyn adjusted the saddle on her stallion and said, "We're going to the Banther Lodge. I need you to look ahead to see if Callum and Ezran are inside. Make sure that nothing jumps out at us, too." Emelyn reached up and patted Millie's back. "You think you can do that?"

Millie screeched.

"That's a good girl!" Emelyn cooed, but when Millie screeched again and flapped her wings, Emelyn couldn't help but wonder if there was more to her behavior. Suddenly, a voice from behind caught Emelyn's attention.

"Looks like your bird was trying to make sure nothing jumps out at you."

Emelyn whipped around to see Iris walking toward her with a smirk.

"Iris! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Emelyn exclaimed.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," Iris answered, dismissively waving her hand. "What are you doing?"

"I'm heading to the Banther Lodge," Emelyn replied as she adjusted her horse's saddle. Millie, her horse, glared at Iris with her hazel eyes.

"The Banther Lodge? You're not planning to search for the princes, are you?" Iris inquired suspiciously.

"No," Emelyn answered nonchalantly. "I'm going to stay there for a few days to go mud-sledding."

Iris looked at Emelyn, confused. Emelyn sighed irritably. "What do you think?!"

"Emelyn, there's no point. The princes are dead!" Iris said.

"Do we know that for sure?" Emelyn questioned, folding her arms and resting against her horse. The stallion let out a frustrated neigh.

"Yes!" Iris yelled, throwing her hands up in the air. "The High Mage told us so at the funeral!" 

"How do we know he wasn't lying?" Emelyn shot back.

"Because--" Iris groaned, dropping her head in her hands. "Why in the world would he lie about something like that?"

"Because he wants the crown for himself!" 

"Wha-" Iris stared at Emelyn, her left eye twitching. "What the heck are you talking about?!"

Emelyn rolled her eyes, then turned to mount her horse. She didn't have time to argue with Iris; the princes were in danger.

"Look, when I come back, I can debate with you all day, but I need to find Callum and Ezran more than I need to be here. I'll be back with the princes by tomorrow morning."

Emelyn slipped her boot into the stirrup as Iris groaned. The latter rubbed her eye, then said, "You know what? I just remembered. The High Cleric is waiting for you in the Throne Room."

Emelyn froze mid-hoist, glancing back at Iris. "Opeli? I wasn't aware of this."

"That's because I just told you, dummy," Iris said.

Emelyn sighed, her feet returning to the stone floor of the courtyard. As she passed Iris by, she said, "If I'm not back in 10 minutes, just put the horse back in the stable. I don't need him frying in the sun."

Emelyn left the scene, leaving Iris with Millie and the horse. The Golden Eagle glared menacingly at the Crownguard, who immediately took the horse's reins and led it back to the stables. Iris glanced up at the bird and scoffed.

"Don't look at me like that, you stupid bird," Iris sneered. Millie's eye narrowed in suspicion, and then she took off into the sky, gliding to the window of Emelyn's room.

***

Emelyn pushed open the doors to the Throne Room to find Opeli at the war table. The High Cleric looked up at the sound of Emelyn's metallic footsteps and smiled. She hurried around the table and approached the Crownguard, placing her hands on the soldier's shoulders. "What a coincidence, I was just thinking about you. Come." Opeli motioned for Emelyn to follow and walked back to the war table.

"What…?" Emelyn muttered in confusion, but she shook it off and took her place on the other side of the table. The markers representing the Moonshadow elves were still present, bringing a dull pang to Emelyn's gut. Anything even remotely related to the royal family was a reminder of the tragedy she failed to prevent.

"What's the problem?" Emelyn asked, pushing the feeling of regret and failure to the back of her mind.

Opeli sighed. "Viren wants a coronation. Tomorrow morning."

Emelyn scoffed. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I know. I've tried to hold it off, but the rest of the council is too concerned with the fact that the throne is empty." Opeli's hands clenched into fists. The anger written on her face was evident— anger and pain.

"We can't let it happen," Emelyn agreed. "Opeli, I think the princes are alive. Viren must've been lying about their deaths so he could take the crown."

Opeli looked up. "Are you sure?"

Emelyn shrugged. "I wouldn't put it past him. I was just about to go to the Banther Lodge to look for them."

Opeli's expression grew serious as she contemplated the situation. "Regardless, we can't do anything until we have proof," she finally stated firmly, her brows furrowing in contemplation. Emelyn's face fell at the words, and she quickly interjected, "Then let me go, Opeli. I can find them—"

But Opeli cut her off, her tone stern. "No, Emelyn. Viren is monitoring the castle's every move, under the guise of ensuring the elves have truly left Katolis. If your suspicions are correct, Viren may be attempting to cover up the truth about the princes' whereabouts."

Emelyn let out a sigh of frustration, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. Opeli, noticing her distress, continued with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "However, when King Harrow received the news of the Moonshadow attack, he sent a letter to General Amaya at the Breach; the Standing Battalion was sent to the Banther Lodge to meet the princes."

Opeli glanced at Emelyn, whose chest swelled. There was a chance that the princes were alive, and General Amaya was on her way to confirm it. The past three days have been some of Emelyn's worst, but finally, there was a win in her sights. Emelyn tried to keep her hopes down as she said, "So what do we do now?"

Opeli smiled softly, catching the slight waver in Emleyn's voice. "We wait for them to arrive." As they approached the Throne Room doors, Opeli advised, "In the meantime, you should go get ready for Viren's coronation. Go polish your armor or whatever you Crownguard do before a big event." Opeli paused, then chuckled. "I never thought I'd say that."

Emelyn smirked. "What, the Crownguard part, or Viren's coronation?"

"Both," Opeli replied with a smile.

***

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Warrior’s Honor - Part 10

Fandom: The Dragon Prince Characters: Emelyn, Carmell Word Count: 949 Previous // Next Warrior’s Honor Masterlist

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The days following the funeral were filled with clear blue skies, and the people of Katolis couldn't help but feel a sense of bitter irony. The Crownguard soldiers milled about aimlessly, unsure of their next move now that the throne was vacant. The once-bustling halls and rooms were now eerily silent, and even the library where Emelyn had sought refuge seemed to be holding its breath. Emelyn spent hours poring over a dusty old tome titled "Katolis Law" but left in frustration, taking a book with her. She let out a deep sigh and leaned against a nearby pillar. The morning light filtered through the window, bathing the cardinal carpets in gold. The past two days had been like a blur to Emelyn, and it seemed that the entire kingdom was still processing the tragedy.

"This book is so confusing," Emelyn muttered to herself. She glanced back down the corridor toward the library where she had come from. "Orphans are supposed to start new dynasties, but how are we supposed to find—?"

"Emelyn?"

Perking up, she turned around to see a woman standing before her. The woman had graying ginger hair tied in a braid and freckles on her face and arms. She nervously smoothed down her flour-stained apron with her hands.

"Mom?" Emelyn started. The woman hesitated, but her face flushed bright red as she ran toward the Crownguard. Emelyn stood, taking a few steps before her mother slammed into her, throwing her arms around Emelyn's neck.

"Mom, I—" Emelyn tried again but was cut off when Carmell sobbed, desperately stroking Emelyn's hair. Emelyn stared at the opposite hall momentarily, stunned, until her eyes watered, and she buried her face in her mother's hair.

"Mom," Emelyn repeated, laughing. She pulled away, looking her mother in the eye. "I meant to see you earlier, but—”

Carmell wiped her eyes and smiled, though her eyes were filled with worry. "No need," she said, her voice cracking. "I heard what happened."

Emelyn half-smiled. Carmell looked down at the book Emelyn held and said, "What's that? Are you trying to become a cleric now?"

Emelyn chuckled as she glanced at the book, then looked back at Carmell. "I'm trying to find something on who's supposed to take the throne when there's no one else in the royal family."

Carmell nodded in understanding and began walking, gesturing for Emelyn to follow. "So, you're talking about when Viren declared himself as the next ruler?" Carmell's voice dripped with disdain as she mentioned Viren's name.

"Yes," Emelyn groaned. "Something doesn't feel right, so I thought that maybe I could hit him with law and order?"

Carmell chuckled. "Just be careful, love. Viren is a very powerful man, and he's deeply committed to Dark Magic... just like his daughter."

"Mom," Emelyn protested. "Sure, Claudia studies Dark Magic, but she's not like that!"

Carmell's expression grew somber. "That may be true for now, but who knows..." She trailed off, gazing out the window as Emelyn stood at her side.

After a brief pause, Emelyn inquired, "So, how did you come to know about my injury and everything else?"

Carmell grinned, glancing at Emelyn slyly. "Soren filled me in after the funeral."

Emelyn groaned aloud and rolled her eyes. "That figures."

Carmell chuckled to herself and added, "It's intriguing that the person I converse with most often is not my daughter, but her closest companion."

"Mom!"

"I wish you would come by the kitchens more often and let me know you're okay," Carmell teased. Emelyn couldn't help but laugh as Carmell poked her in the side.

"I know, I'm sorry. I've just been really busy with work," Emelyn replied with a tired smile. "But now that things have calmed down, I'll make more time for you."

"What do you mean?" Carmell asked.

Emelyn's smile faded as she hugged herself. "The royal family...they're gone. I couldn't protect them." Emelyn turned away, hugging herself. "I'm a complete failure."

"That's nonsense--" Carmell gently interjected.

"But it's true!" Emelyn burst out, whipping around to face Carmell. "I literally gave my life fighting for King Harrow's, but it wasn't enough. And what's worse, it hasn't even been a day since he trusted me with taking care of the princes, and now they're dead, too!" Emelyn let her hands fall to her sides and looked at her feet. "I failed in the one job I had as a Crownguard."

Carmell took a moment to observe Emelyn's anxious movements before asking, "How do you know?"

"What?" Emelyn asked, looking up. 

"How do you know they're dead?"

Emelyn furrowed her brows. "Viren told us so at the funeral. What do you mean?"

Carmell let out a deep sigh and crossed her arms. "Think about what you just said, Emi. Really think about it."

Emelyn paused, her mind racing. Then, it dawned on her. "You don't think--" Emelyn started.

"That's exactly what I think." Carmell placed a hand on her daughter's cheek. "Those boys are smart, and if they escaped the castle grounds, the most likely place they'd be is at the Banther Lodge." Carmell pointed at Emelyn's chest. "And who should be there waiting for them?"

Emelyn stared at Carmell for a moment, smiling broadly.

"Mom, you're a genius!"

Emelyn reached out to embrace Carmell, who laughed. "Well, it's not scholar-level science!"

Emelyn pulled away and ran down the castle hall, yelling, "Thanks!"

Carmell watched as she turned the corner, then laughed to herself. "Oh, Emelyn," she murmured with a smile. "Sometimes I wonder if that Soren is rubbing off on you..."

With a shake of her head and a chuckle, Carmell walked back to the castle kitchens with her hands in her apron's pockets.

***

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Warrior’s Honor - Part 9

Fandom: The Dragon Prince Characters: Emelyn, Millie, Claudia, Soren, Viren, Opeli Word Count: 994 Previous // Next Warrior’s Honor Masterlist

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Word traveled fast in Katolis. Hundreds of citizens filled the streets as the party silently paraded through the kingdom. Children peered at the event from behind skirts and trousers. Many held back tears, and some were outright sobbing. Finally, the congregation led out of the capital and into the Valley of Graves, where all the great kings and queens of Katolis were buried.

Claudia observed the towering statues of previous rulers carved into the cliff sides as the party made their way to the podium. Soren let out a tired yawn and rubbed his face, the stress of the night clearly taking a toll on his body.

"Hey," she said, elbowing Soren gently. "Keep your head up."

"Sorry," Soren answered, stretching with a groan, then slumping his shoulders. "Long night." 

Claudia couldn't help but agree. Between the Moonshadow elf attack and the scare from Emelyn's near-death experience, she was feeling quite drained herself. She thought for a moment, then pulled a bottle from her belt, uncapping it and pouring a brown liquid into it. Giving it to Soren, she said, "Here. This'll help."

Soren took the drink and, after smelling it, took a sip. His eyes widened, and he smiled. "Woah. That's good!"

"I call it: Hot Brown Morning Potion!" Claudia answered triumphantly. 

Soren noticed Emleyn walking ahead with her head lowered. Concerned, he picked up his pace to catch up with her. He found her with her palms pressed to her eyes, gritting her teeth. 

"Red? You okay?" he asked. Emelyn groaned, ran her fingers through her bangs, and looked up. They both saw Millie flying overhead, but the Golden Eagle remained silent.

"I don't understand," Emelyn sighed, rubbing her eyes. "Four times, Soren. I beefed up defenses to four times our usual strength. The entire army was looking for these elves, and they still slipped through our fingers! How could this happen?" Her voice cracked as she spoke as if she was willing herself not to cry.

Soren spoke softly, aware of Claudia watching them. "Red, it's okay. The important thing is that we're alive, okay?"

"That's the problem," Emelyn answered, folding her arms around her torso. "We shouldn't be alive. I shouldn't be alive. So many soldiers gave their lives fighting those elves, but... it wasn't enough," she looked away from Soren, her shoulders shaking. Soren suddenly felt nauseous, and his taste for the hot brown morning potion was lost.

As soon as they arrived at the Valley of Graves, the Crownguard gently placed the pyre on the platform. Viren proceeded to climb the steps to address the people gathered there.

"Today, we woke to a devastating truth. Our king has been taken from us. Slain by the forces of Xadia: Moonshadow Elves!"

The crowd of citizens started chattering amongst themselves, and Emelyn scoffed. "Way to work a crowd up," she muttered, crossing her arms.

"To me, he was more than just a king," Viren continued dramatically. "In his final hours, King Harrow called me... his brother."

"Wait."

Viren glanced over and noticed Opeli scowling at him. She stepped forward and demanded, "Where are Princes Callum and Ezran? They need to be here!"

Emelyn perked at the sound of the princes' names. She watched as Viren turned to face the crowd, and with a somber face, he said, "The princes... are dead."

Claudia gasped slightly. Soren's eyes widened. Emelyn stared at Viren in horror, her mouth agape, her mind racing. She knew it couldn't be true; Callum and Ezran were at the Banther Lodge—

Wait. Callum had run up the tower to King Harrow's chambers mere minutes before the Moonshadow Elves arrived…

Ezran was nowhere to be found—

"Take care of my sons..."

Emelyn swayed violently, and Soren seized her arm before she could collapse. He placed his hands on her shoulders and held her close, steadying her against his body. His brows furrowed with concern; her breathing had already become shallow and ragged. He contemplated murmuring a few words of affirmation into her ear but decided against it. If the princes were truly dead, what could he possibly say to ease her tensions? Instead, he remained silent, offering his presence as comfort.

"We cannot let Xadia's cruelty go unanswered. We must move forward with strength!" Viren turned to Opeli, who was holding a torch. "Light the pyre!" he shouted. Opeli looked at the torch, then at Harrow's covered corpse. She glared at Viren and waved the torch, causing the flame to blow out.

"No," she said defiantly. Emelyn and Soren watched as the other council members smothered the fires on their torches, following Opeli's act. Viren sighed, then turned to Soren, Claudia, and Emelyn.

"Claudia," Viren prompted.

Without a word, Claudia stepped forward, heeding her father's command. She pulled a bottle from her pocket, and when she raised it, Emelyn could see a tiny spider within. 

"Claudia, no," Emelyn whispered, her breath shaky. She started forward, but Soren gently pulled her back. Claudia opened the bottle, letting the spider crawl along her hand, before she clenched her fist, causing an orange goo to spill between her fingers.

Then she started chanting.

Emelyn couldn't help but shiver as the mystic language filled the air, memories of past encounters with those wretched incantations flooding her mind. Soren took notice and gently rubbed her arm, offering a comforting presence. Claudia raised her hand, and suddenly, a flame erupted from it, casting a warm glow across the darkened sky. She directed the flame towards the torches the council members had extinguished before it finally collided with the pyre. Harrow's body quickly ignited, a thick cloud of smoke billowing into the air.

"When a ruler of Katolis dies, we mourn for seven days. But we are at war." Viren turned to the crowd as the smoke created a dreadful background behind him. Millie circled the smoke in the sky and screeched in alarm. "Today, we must mourn seven-fold. For tonight, there will be a coronation!"

***

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