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dramarising-replacement · 6 years

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This Lore Though

Ya’ll, I stumbled upon this really good piece of lore. Like holy shit how can I get on this level of detail????? Legit felt the feels though. Kudos to L for writing this gorgeous piece ;-; It sucks I can’t find the user though :((((

BOMBSHELL

Teacher -Trickster - Illusionist

I. Childhood

______ Although Bombshell was gifted with magic, cunning, and intelligence, he had difficulty bonding with other dragons. He was praised for his budding magical talents, and gained the attention of many prominent magicians in the area. He was mentored by a staunch, cold, dragon named Weiss. Weiss bombarded Bombshell from an early age with difficult assignments and exacted punishments if Bombshell failed to complete them. Weiss, as he told Bombshell, had the best interest in his student. The only way Bombshell would ever be successful was if he could be the best magician, and have it no other way. If Bombshell were not the best, then he needed to do better, or else Bombshell would disappoint his clan, and be rejected from dragon society. At first Bombshell rebelled against the intense regimes, and strict sessions by playing pranks on his Weiss, and sneaking out. Bombshell preferred using his magic to have fun, and entertain. However, due to his limited interactions with other dragons, Bombshell struggled to establish relationships with other dragons. He though about only being the best, and made everything a competition, and insulted other dragons for not being worthy. Many grew to dislike Bombshell, not only for his magical gifts, but his personality. Bombshell numbed the taunts, cold gazes, and his insecurities by pouring himself into his magical studies. He still loathed them, and disliked Weiss, but still sought his tutor’s praises. He grew to always try to be “right” and when he was told he was wrong, could easily explode and hotly try and make his point seem right. He did, however, learn how to impress dragons with his magic, and changed his approach of being disliked, to being liked, by flaunting his credentials. However, Bombshell struggled with his identity as a magician, and suppressed love for games, tricks, and to have fun. But he also wanted to be right, and approved by members of clan. Attending a prestigious magician program, Bombshell started to not care in order to balance out the strict amount of order that’d been imposed on him, and ended up relying on his sheer talent to get him through. He began to measure his worth based on how much he couldn’t study, and use his talents as a raw value of himself. This was partly due to the “friends” he made in the program, who followed a similar philosophy. He reveled in his new found freedom, but later on did very poorly and was almost kicked out. Frustrated, angered, and feeling misled, this led to Bombshell’s self exile to the Abiding Boneyard.

II. Exile and Gywnn

______ Bombshell ran away from his clan, and stumbled into the Abiding Boneyard. Scared, but confident in his magical abilities he wandered the area for many years playing cruel tricks on dragons, or cheating dragons out of their money as a coping method for his pent up frustrations. However, in times when he found himself alone he would cry, realizing how he might be alone forever and at these times coped by finding another dragon to scare off or try and shrug it off by objectifying his feelings. At some point he crossed paths with a guardian named Gywnn. Gwynn originally came from the Ashfallen Wastes and had been traversing through Sorienth for sometime. Bombshell had recently pranked a group of patrolling warriors, but didn’t escape unscathed. One of warrior managed to hit a vital point on the nocturne’s chest. Weak, and near death, Gwynn nearly passed Bombshell but saw the nocturne when she felt something prickle her forearm. Looking down she saw the injured nocturne, she took it upon herself to nurse him back to health. Early on, when he became strong enough, Bombshell began throwing sarcastic comments and other things to provoke the guardian. Which he sometimes was successful in, but other times she replied with an equally sarcastic, or flustered comment. Gwynn cared for Bombshell, and, perhaps due to her kindness or sincere personality, Bombshell opened about his past, and unprocessed emotions. Gwynn listened, nodded, and at time went on long talks about how silly Bombshell was, but that it was okay. Bombshell began feeling comfortable with Gwynn, and trusted her immensely. Though, he was always a bit skeptical why the guardian stayed. More than once he questioned, and got the same answer which was “you’re my charge, that’s all”. Their friendship blossomed, and the two became travelling companions though the Abiding Boneyard. Bombshell began to come to terms with himself more. He let himself be a bit more vulnerable at times, and tried his best to understand and listen. Thanks to Gwynn’s love, he was able to better communicate his feelings, and establish his own sense of self worth instead of having to rely on others. But this entire process of self healing took many many many years. “You are loved, my charge, and will always be loved. By me at least. Even if you’re broken, stubborn, and a jerk, you’re still good.” - Gwynn One day it came to be that Bombshell found the entrance to an exit of the Abiding Boneyard. Bombshell detected with his magic that there would be a few more twists in turns, but it eventually lead to the rim of the Ancient Wyrmwood. While Gwynn was happy to leave, Bombshell was still uncertain. He was afraid their friendship would end, or perhaps Gwynn would simply leave. He was still skeptical about the guardian’s Journey, even with her constant reassurance. He used his magic to cover the exit, and the two continued to journey a few more years before once again stumbling across the same exit. Bombshell repeated the same action he did, but it was only a few months later that they found themselves at the same exit. This third time led Gwynn to confront the nocturne. The two had an intense dispute, which they’d had disputes before, but this one was a full blown fight. It became to the point where Bombshell’s magic was affected by his explosion of emotions. The magic pushed the two apart, sending Bombshell flying across the Boneyard. Alone once again, Bombshell was seized by guilt. He spent years searching for Gwynn, and tormented by guilt, before stumbling upon the entrance of the exit once again. At this point he almost decided to turn back into the Boneyard and stay there permanently. His guilt, and desire were still part of him, and felt he deserved to stay in such a place. Standing at the exit, he thought. He had a choice, and it was his decision to go or to stay. It was at that point that he closed his eyes and dreamed. He saw Gwynn in his dream, and the engaged in a long conversation. Gwynn nudged the nocturne to choose the exit. That what happened was what happened in the past, and that staying in the Boneyard would continue Bombshell’s emotions to fester. Bombshell came to his own realization that his choice to stay meant he also had the luxury to perhaps never again see his clan. Never again see anything but a mass of bones, and lost dragons. Not all exits were closure, but Bombshell had the choice to go forward, or remain. With great difficulty, Bombshell woke. He didn’t want Gwynn to leave, but he had to go. He followed the winding exit of the Abiding Boneyard with a heavy heart, but a lighter soul. As he neared he saw the skeleton of a large dragon…that of a guardian. Pausing, he investigated and ran his claws across the bones. It was no doubt that these were the bones of his beloved friend Gwynn. Under her massive claw, Bombshell found a note. “Bombshell, Whether you find this note or not, I hope that you won’t have to read it. I hope we can see each other, and I am so sorry for the dispute that had happened years ago. I was hurt, so were you, but that dispute doesn’t mean we weren’t very good, if not best of friends. I admit I was hurt when you said I was just around because you’re my charge, and your intuition was correct; you never were my charge. However, dragons can choose things. I am a perfectly capable dragon to choose something as my charge, even if my instincts say differently. So while you weren’t chosen by my instincts, you were chosen by me. You’re a caring dragon, and even if you’ve got a huge ego, I still love your banter and knowledge. The fact we can converse is amazing, and we share so many different things, even if we’re different. I write this letter because I don’t have long to live. An oracle of the sorts told me I was going to die of a disease. I think it was cancer of some sort, and how funny it is to think that I can choose you as a charge, but have no control over my own body. I’ve tried herbs, potions, various other things when local plague dragons pass by. But I think I will succumb to something I can’t choose. We’re all fated to die I suppose, but I would hope we’re fated to meet again. I knew if I even exited the Boneyard, it would probably cover the exit, or I’d be lost at remembering which entrance was the exit. Many dragons I’ve passed by say they can find one exit, but if they turn back the same way, get lost again. I swear this labyrinth has a mind of its own. I will wait, and if I don’t see you, at least I’ll be happy hoping you’ll receive this letter. Thank you, my charge, friend, for the precious memories.” Pocketing the precious letter, Bombshell grieved for many days. Gwynn would never reach the exit, and it was unlikely Bombshell would find the exit again if he went back. While he could try levitating the bones, Gwynn was a massive dragon and Bombshell magic couldn’t levitate something as heavy as a guardian. So Bombshell left with a the letter, and departed with a heavy heart, but his soul lighter once more.

III. Return

Bombshell returned to his old clan. There were feelings of joy, happiness, and some not so much. Bombshell continues to work on his magic. He teaches magic to clanmates in the clan, and hosts magic shows, displaying his famous magic cards. With the help of his familiar, an Ethereal Trickster named Gwynn, the duo perform grand illusions, and tricks. Bombshell still pranks dragons and whips out sarcastic, witty comments. He still enjoys showing off, and squabbling over some things, but not too much. Once in awhile he visits the edge of the Abiding Boneyard by himself. Some clanmates think he’s crazy, others think that he likes to do it for his own reasons. Some don’t bother at all. Many still ask “what happened to you all those years?” Bombshell shrugs and says “I was lost, but I was found. Nothing more, nothing less.”

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bunnybbomb · 6 years

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Trying to Tie Loose Ends (Catharsis Continuation): Chapter 2: The First Oracle Knight

SUMMARY: With visions of his future descendants in mind, Brivere enlists Prince Sidon to help him persuade the Zora royal council to agree to an unprecedented request. The outcome of this request results in the need for a new First Knight.

(A fanfic for the Sidlink fanfic Coma Baby by @banishfics or @banishedone, a continuation of the other one I made called Catharsis)

This is a fanfiction for a fanfiction called Coma Baby by BanishedOne on AO3, and a continuation of the other one I wrote called Catharsis. If you like a grumpy Link and really well developed, deep characters and an amazing take on the political structure of the Zora Domain, then definitely check out Coma Baby! It’s a long read and still going on, but the writing and descriptions are superb and it just means more great content. This fic in particular is focused on my favorite character in the series, the OC Brivere. You don’t need to read the whole series to get what’s going on in this fic though, since a lot is explained in here.

I post memes and fics for Coma Baby on my tumblr, you can chat with me any time about anything! I also post all chapters on my AO3 account BunnyBob!

Huge thank you to my amazing beta reader Alina! Her tumblr and ff.net is @ipromiseitsnotanobsession. She actually does editing shit for a living and she is the one that makes sure these things aren’t trash, so

Disclaimer: In no way does this have any true ties or canon to Coma Baby unless stated otherwise. It’s really just an indulgence AU to feed my obsession for Brivere drama.

Brivere stood behind his prince, head bowed down, with his hands balanced the on the hilt of a silverscale longsword, its sharp point digging into the marble floor of the council hall. He usually didn’t use such an outdated posture in these meetings, but Prince Sidon had advised him to appeal to the older Zora council in order to gain a little of their favor.

Although the two of them had put a lot of thought and research into their proposition, the knowledge that Brivere could either secure or lose his request with even the smallest action kept him on edge. Luckily, he was used to suppressing such worries, and so no one was able to catch onto the pit of anxiety that gnawed at his stomach. The only noticeable trait that gave his true feelings away was how tightly he was clutching onto his longsword.

After everyone had properly bowed to King Dorephan and settled in, Prince Sidon gave Brivere the nod to raise his head and stand up straight with his hands folded behind his back. He did so after gracefully twirling his sword around himself, snapping it into the weapon strap that was wrapped around one shoulder and looped across his broad chest. The longsword was completely still, hanging off of his back. This earned him a couple of pleased nods from the council members and apostles.

“First Knight Brivere,” King Dorephan boomed. “it has come to our attention that you and my son have a request of us.”

Brivere nodded politely. “Yes, your majesty. While I am very aware that the positions we currently have in our government are traditionally passed down from our great ancestors, I find it necessary to add a new role into our roster.”

The golden knight didn’t need his future ability to predict the mutters and head shakes that immediately came after his demand. Nonetheless, it still upset him that his suggestion was already being shot down before he was even able to properly explain himself.

King Dorephan hummed thoughtfully. “What makes you believe so, Brivere?”

“As you all know, I have recently awakened my ability to see the future, which is similar to my father’s.” The council nodded, recalling the event from a few days ago. “With this, it is clear that this power is passed through blood, generation to generation. I believe it is a blessing from Hylia herself, wanting to continue her protection of our people with this gift. As a result, I would like to create the position of Oracle Knight, name courtesy of Prince Sidon.” The prince grinned at this, remembering how the two of them had playfully fought over what to call their joint creation for days in the royal records hall.

“And just what would the purpose of this position be, First Knight?” Muzu asked.

“It is similar to the First Knight position, but it has the additional responsibility of using the ability to see the future to properly advise and protect the royal family. It will be passed down generation by generation, to whichever of my descendants receives this power.”

At this, one particularly displeased council member scoffed. “We cannot defy Zora traditions! We have kept and maintained our current position roster since the beginning of our race, only picking those who are qualified.”

Prince Sidon was now the one to speak up, eager to show off how prepared the two of them were. “Actually, that is not entirely correct. If you examine these positions,” he said, holding up a scroll from the royal records hall, pointing a claw at several sections, “they have only been added within the past few centuries, when they became necessary. I would be glad to give you this scroll to examine, but rest assured that Brivere and I have already confirmed its legitimacy.”

“Even so, we cannot let the position only be passed down by blood! The only one that follows that ritual is the role of the king!” Muzu hissed. “Do you intend to create this position just to usurp power from the royal family?!”

At this, Brivere shook his head. “That is far from my intention. I only ask that the position of Oracle Knight be passed down my bloodline because that is the only way the power to see the future will flow, and that quality is necessary for this new title. If it pleases the council, you may take away as much power or pay from this status as you like, but all I ask is that you keep its duty to protect the royal family.”

The council listened, seemingly more content with that compromise. King Dorephan let the words sink in before he broke the silence. “I believe that is all the questions we have, unless anyone else is unsatisfied.” The other members shook their heads. Brivere slowly became nervous, as the council members all suddenly wore the same emotionless mask that he had. It was impossible to tell what conclusion they had come to. “In that case, you may make a closing statement before you and my son must leave for us to deliberate and come to our answer.”

Brivere nodded, quietly clearing his throat as he stepped forward. His eyes softly gazed around, trying to make direct contact with each individual council member and apostle. “I know that tradition is important, and I would never disrespect our culture and proud history. That is why I propose that we start this new custom, not starting with me, but with my late father Prion.”

The council broke out into a wave of confused murmurs as King Dorephan raised his brow. “My father used his abilities to protect and advise the king in order to help our kingdom prosper. I simply wish to pick up where he left off and protect Prince Sidon. With this, we can start a new tradition where my descendants will dedicate themselves to the royal family. I wish to create this position not to gain more power or status, but merely to pledge my bloodline’s loyalty to the royal line from now on. Whatever your decision, I am thankful for your consideration.”

With this, Prince Sidon and his First Knight Brivere bowed respectfully before turning to leave the chamber.

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“How do you think it went?” Brivere asked as he and his prince strolled down one of the palace’s many halls.

“To be quite frank, it is difficult to tell. They all looked about as indifferent as you usually do.” Sidon teased, trying to ease his knight’s tension. His attempt failed, as Brivere looked up at him with a rare worried look in his eyes, clearly wanting to ask something. “And no, I did not use my abilities to read their emotions. You know that I never use them without the person’s clear consent unless it is an emergency.”

Brivere nodded sheepishly, ashamed that the prince had caught onto his curiosity. “I apologize, my lord, it was improper of me to expect such a thing from you. I am just thankful that you helped me with the research and construction of my argument. This never would have happened without your assistance.” Sidon chuckled at his knight’s modesty. The two of them stopped in front of one of the windows, quietly enjoying the sight of their beloved Domain sprawled out before them.

Turning to face the golden Zora, Sidon let a genuine smile stretch across his pale face. “No matter the outcome, I do not regret supporting the Oracle Knight. But are you absolutely certain that your bloodline will not feel chained to and resent the title?”

“I have already told you of the visions that I had.” Brivere said softly, not looking away from the window. “Although, I did not mention them during the hearing because I worried that the council may think that I was making them up for my own benefit. But as long as you believe me, I am confident in my decision.”

Sidon nodded and turned back to gaze at the citizens walking around, enjoying the sunny weather. “Could you tell them to me again?” he asked gently.

Brivere slightly bobbed his head up and down before closing his eyes, basking in the sunlight. “I saw myself training a young girl who looked so similar to me. She always followed around a young man who looked so similar to you. This girl could predict the future, and she used this gift to protect and serve the young man. They went everywhere together, maintaining an admirably strong bond no matter how terrible the war or how great the distance. Then, the girl was training a little boy who looked more like her, but I could still see myself in him, and he followed around another little boy who looked so much like you that it hurt.”

“I watched the same cycle repeat through generations and generations of our bloodline, the powerful bond between our families never breaking. It was obvious that my descendants didn’t despise their role. Instead, they were completely honored to have the chance to protect the person they loved for the rest of their lives. And in each of them, I saw our Domain finally at peace, continuing to thrive under your family’s rule.”

The two of them leaned against the window sill in silence, enjoying the thought of their descendants thriving within their beloved kingdom. Brivere only opened his eyes when he felt Sidon’s strong arm rope around his waist. “And did you happen to see if my future children were also yours?” the prince teased.

Brivere flushed, quickly looking around to see if anyone else was nearby. The two of them and the Hylian Champion had been in an open relationship with each other for a while now. He and Link weren’t dating, a fact that bothered Brivere for reasons he couldn’t quite explain, but were rather just friends that happened to be in love with the same prince. However, their polyamorous relationship was unheard of in Zora culture, who mated with only one person for the rest of their lives, always with a strong soul-bond. Anything else was taboo. Brivere knew this well, considering what happened with his late mother.

As a result, they decided to keep the whole thing secret for now since all of them held such high and public positions. And even though the Hylian Champion was off fighting the Calamity, the other two Zoras decided to keep their own bond a secret, not wanting to expose themselves without him.

But Sidon would always tease the golden knight, saying that if he and Link developed into something more then he would easily approve. Brivere would always ignore it in turn. There’s no way he could date a man he used to despise; their current friendship is nothing short of a miracle.

So there was no reason to push or hope for anything more and possibly ruin that.

Finding no one, Brivere eased up slightly and leaned against Sidon’s chest, angling his tail so that it wouldn’t be squished in-between them. “Admittedly, I couldn’t tell. I was more focused on watching the actions of our children rather than their actual relation to each other.” The prince hummed in response, leaning his head on top of Brivere’s as they continued to gaze at the scenery outside of the window. Neither of them had any idea of how much time had passed when they heard a guard calling their names. They quickly pulled apart from each other as he came around the corner, announcing that the council had reached their decision.

Thanking him, both Zoras ran over to the council’s chamber, stopping out of sight of the entranceway to catch their breaths and recompose themselves. Sidon was the first to straighten up, giving his knight a reassuring squeeze on the arm before turning to face the entranceway. Swallowing the anxiety that crept up his throat, Brivere followed his prince into the chamber.

When the two of them had fully entered, the council and apostles present hushed their conversations to watch the Prince and his Knight position themselves in front of the king. Brivere whipped out his sword, going back into the same position as the beginning of the last meeting. He held his head down and gripped onto the weapon until Sidon gave him the same nod, and then he spun the sword around again until it hung off of his back, buckled into the weapon strap. Although the council had already come to their decision and no amount of theatrics could change it now, Brivere figured that he may as well give them a show they wouldn’t forget.

“First Knight Brivere and my beloved son Prince Sidon.” King Dorephan said in a proud voice. “The council has agreed to create the new position and title of the Oracle Knight.”

Years of maintaining a stone-cold mask of indifference was the only thing that saved Brivere’s dignity in that moment. If it hadn’t been for his aquired muscle memory in keeping a tough, indifferent appearance, he would have jumped around and shouted with joy. One quick moment of eye contact with Prince Sidon made it easy to tell that the prince wanted to do the same, but he was much less skilled at hiding it. The wide smile that stretched across his face completely gave him away.

“However, in exchange, the Oracle Knight will have a few differences from the First Knight, in order to balance out the power and maintain the tradition of First Knight.” Brivere nodded hesitantly. Fair enough. “The First Knight will continue to be the captain of the knights, but the Oracle Knight will not. Rather, they will solely be the personal knight and advisor of their designated member of the royal line. Both knights will report to their ruler, but neither will have any formal control over the other. Each will be considered to be the same in terms of status and equal in their importance. Does this satisfy the two of you?”

They bowed in unison and said “Yes, your majesty.” Brivere then stepped forward and knelt before the council members. “I am extremely grateful to all of you for your approval. I promise that I and my future descendants will never come to make any of you regret this decision.”

“We will be holding you to that,” King Dorephan chuckled. “However, there is more to our decision. In order for us to establish this new title, we have one more addition to the role of the Oracle Knight.” Brivere and Sidon glanced up, unable to keep the confusion off of their faces.

“We will explain more in a moment, but the two of you should prepare yourselves to speak in front of the whole Domain.”

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An announcement was made that the Prince would be giving an important speech that pertained to everyone, even the Undercity dwellers, and so every Zora in the Domain was crammed together in the large streets near the palace. That is to say that the upper class sat in more comfortable viewing areas while the Undercity Zora tried not to touch them. The streets were alive with the sounds of conversation and rumors, all of the Zora wondering what the announcement would be about. They all prayed that it wasn’t a worrying declaration of something catastrophic happening again in the Domain, such as another Water Blight spreading around.

Their patience finally paid off when the prince came into view on one of the balconies with his First Knight right beside him, as usual. As expected, complete chaos broke out at the site of their beloved Prince, the women shrieking at his handsome appearance and the Undercity Zora hollering in appreciation of his inclusive policies on class equality. The prince rode out the excitement, showing off a wide smile as he waved to the crowd. His First Knight next to him was wearing an unfamiliar but fancy choker that covered all of his upper chest and neck, but no one was paying attention to the reserved golden Zora in favor of the more popular Prince Sidon.

Eventually the prince had to hold up his hand, waiting for the excited crowd to calm down before he spoke. “Zora of the Domain!” he bellowed, making sure each word could be heard by every individual. “I must thank you all for coming on such short notice. The announcement that I will make was the result of a decision made by the council just a few moments ago, and it was important for us to get this information out as soon as possible.”

Prince Sidon paused. “In short, I am in need of a new First Knight.”

A collective gasp washed over the crowd as everyone gawked at the former First Knight who was still standing next to the prince with a blank face. Waves of rumors and conversation soon drowned out the shock as every Zora in attendance speculated how the First Knight had gotten himself removed from his position. Those in the crowd who had always ridiculed and despised Brivere grinned smugly as they watched him continue to stand there with his usual emotionally-devoid stare. They were pleased to imagine how much he was actually squirming under that cold mask of his.

Everyone silenced when the prince raised his hand again. “Just as before, I am making the position open to everyone within the Domain, no matter their bloodline or class. We will decide this with the same tournament system, which will start in a few months. For those who wish to participate, you will need to register in the Basilica within the next few weeks and undergo a mental and physical examination before gaining approval to compete. I wish the best of luck to all of you.”

The crowd cheered, Undercity Zora in particular, and Prince Sidon waited until the noise calmed before he continued. “With that being said, I am proud to ask all of you to pay attention to my new Oracle Knight, Brivere.”

The cheers quickly stopped as the crowd stared in confusion as the prince stepped aside and gestured for the golden Zora to take his place. Oracle Knight? Every Zora was required to learn about the different positions and statuses available within their government, and they had definitely never heard of that one before.

They all finally noticed the very flashy choker that covered most of Brivere’s upper body, and each Zora turned to each other to ask if anyone knew which position it signified. It was definitely fancier than the Prince’s, but there was no way that the former First Knight would suddenly have more status than him. When he opened his mouth, the crowd was almost silent, wanting to hang onto every word that he said, searching for answers.

“First off, I must apologize for the misleading way that my lord introduced me.” Brivere said, shooting a pointed glance to Prince Sidon who just smiled back sheepishly. “I was not removed from my position for any misdeeds on my part. Rather, I have just been appointed to the status of Oracle Knight. It is alright if none of you know of it, because it was created just moments ago by the royal council through my request. Put simply, in this new position, I will advise and protect the royal family, Prince Sidon in particular, with my ability to see the future.”

The crowd gawked at the Oracle Knight, the streets full of shouts of denial and shock. There was only one Zora that everyone knew of that had had that very same power, and that man was dead.

Brivere knew that he didn’t have as much respect built up as Prince Sidon, so he just waited for the crowd to quiet down. It took a while, since everyone was busy trying to wrap their tails around his words, but eventually they calmed down enough for his voice to be heard again.

“Some of you in the crowd are aware of the controversy that has surrounded my lineage ever since my birth. However, I am not here to discuss that or to explain every single rumor to all of you. To make a long story short, I have been confirmed to be the son of Prion, and this choker is the same that he wore.”

To an outsider, one would have thought that the Calamity had struck the Zora Domain once more. The streets shook in complete chaos as everyone began shouting and clamoring for answers. Those who had never known Brivere were completely blindsided by the fact that the late First Knight Prion, a decorated war hero that they all celebrated even to this day, had had a hidden son for so long. And those who did know Brivere either felt embarrassment for being wrong or felt nothing but rage and disbelief.

Several guards had to be dispatched in order to hold back the wild crowd. Prince Sidon threw his arms around as he shouted for everyone to calm down while Brivere reflexively held a battle stance in front of the prince, trying to hold him back from the chaos. The mayhem below nearly drowned out the approaching footsteps of King Dorephan as he walked to the balcony.

“Silence!” the king bellowed, his voice nearly knocking over every Zora in attendance. Instantly, the streets were quiet once more, almost as if the Calamity had killed them all in a heartbeat. “While the shock of these new decisions and discoveries are natural, it is no excuse to treat our speaker with such disrespect. We will release more detailed information about everything later but, for now, I swear to you, my beloved citizens, that we are absolutely certain that Brivere is the son of Prion.”

The crowd let his words sink in, only somewhat satisfied. King Dorephan let out a huff, turning to Brivere who had somehow went through all of the chaos with a straight face. “Please continue, Oracle Knight.”

Brivere nodded and walked back out to the front of the balcony. “I did not come here solely to speak of my new position or to confirm my parentage.” he began. “I must also talk of the additional position that the council has attached to mine: the Holy Knight. It is simply a personal knight and assistant to the Oracle Knight.”

“Similar to the First Knight, the position will be open to everyone, regardless of class or family name. Unlike Prince Sidon’s tournament, however, the winner will not be decided solely on raw strength alone.” Brivere explained. “A series of trials will he held to test for intelligence and a sharp mind. The final stage will be different, but its content will not be revealed until ten people remain. Those who wish to participate will gather in the records hall at dawn 3 months from today.”

“I advise anyone who considers joining to study as much as you can, particularly government politics, but unfortunately, I cannot give any other advice than that.” With this, Brivere bowed. “Thank you all for your time.”

He was about to turn to retreat back into the palace, but he hesitated, clearly sensing something. His body visibly locked up for a moment before he spoke again. “I am aware that many of you may be wondering why we are bothering to hold these trials and tournaments if I could just use my ability to already select the winners.” Everyone in the crowd stared back, dumbfounded.

Brivere quickly tried to explain himself. “Admittedly, I just had a short vision of many of you asking me that very question or disregarding the competitions altogether. However, I encourage you all to try. The future is always subject to change based on your actions, so do not believe that you have no chance. You will only fail if you do not try.”

At this, Brivere paused, and suddenly his golden eyes shifted off to the side. It was clear that he was staring at someone in particular. “Good luck to all of you,” he blurted out, shifting his gaze back before the crowd could determine who he was looking at. “I look forward to working with the winner.” With this, he quickly turned to go back to Prince Sidon’s side, and the two of them followed behind King Dorephan to disappear back into the palace.

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With the announcements finished, the crowd began to disperse, loudly talking amongst themselves about the shocking news of not only the discovery of Prion’s lost son but also the rare addition of two new titles. Undercity Zora were absolutely ecstatic, boasting about how they were going to prepare for Prince Sidon’s tournament or the Oracle Knight’s trials as they swam back down to their homes. Uppercity Zora complained about the Undercity Zora’s excitement, confident that none of them would win against the elite class. But no matter where they were from, gossip began to flow between every Zora about the day’s new discoveries.

Estuu watched it all from the tall rock that he was perched on. He had been listening to the announcements from this height, wanting to avoid getting smothered in the rambunctious crowd that had filled out the streets earlier.

Admittedly, when everyone had burst into complete havoc at the announcement of Brivere being Prion’s son, Estuu had had a bit of a meltdown. He had covered his ears and whined, his tail wildly smacking against his back. King Dorephan’s loud voice had almost sent him over the edge, but his older brother’s familiar tone had brought him back.

Estuu didn’t quite understand why his brother had looked at him like that around the end of his speech. Part of him knew that it was because the overprotective Zora was worried about him, but the other part argued that there was something else in his older brother’s gaze. But Estuu quickly shook the strange feeling off, knowing that he had something else more pressing to attend to.

When the crowd had mostly disappeared, save for the usual residents who lingered in the streets to talk to their neighbors, Estuu carefully climbed down from the rock with his one functioning hand. He quickly scurried through the streets towards the library.

If he made it in time, he could still rent out enough books to study for the Holy Knight trials.

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