Drabble On Myth Cursing Fritz?

Well, here it goes. After lurking for quite some time, I decided to make myself known. Myth(ros) needs some love and I love writing. I just suck at coming up with plots. As such I opened the ask box for requests regarding scenes, drabbels or small one shots regarding the guy, who had a route planned but was scratched in the end. (And dies in four of five routes, getting frozen in ice in the remaining one. Only reason I want to have the Rod-Route in CP Evermore.)

I’ll not touch NSFW stuff for now. I’ll put up a note, if that changes.

I’m not a native English speaker, but I hope people will still enjoy what I’ll manage to put together.

15?

And here is another one.

015 - Emotionless

Beingemotionless would have been a blessing. It would make the whole thing so much easier!

But Mythwasn’t able to just kill off his emotions, his wants or his wishes. And so, hespent every single day since the rebellion seething on the inside, snarling atpeople celebrating about the queen’s death and cursing the traitor and the damnedfairy with every insult he could think off.

And laterfought back the desperation and depression pushing down at him, when he lookedat the sleeping face of his teacher. He couldn’t fail. He wouldn’t fail. But the fear of failure was gnawing at him, day andnight, every second he spent in his disguise.

Fear ate athim, anger boiled inside him, fury seemed to cloud his thoughts when his mindslipped away.

Being ridof these pesky feelings wasn’t possible. But it made the future of his queenreturning look so much sweeter, that it may even be worth it.

34?

034 - Mechanical

Over theyears the action of renewing the glamour on himself had become an automated actionof his body he didn't even need to pay attention to. He could do it halfasleep. Had done so multiple times already. It had become a mechanical actionto him, when it had started out as a must to stay hidden.

Now it wassimply a mechanical action of him, build into a routine. Just like sitting downon the desk in his office and stamping and/or signing papers.

Time wasgnawing at him, at his mind, lulling him into a sense of secureness. But asmechanical as it was to him, as ingrained as the action was, it didn't meanthat it would work forever. He was a witch and the princess was going toinherit the Tenebrarum. And then it would only be a matter of time until shenoticed the witch in the palace.

The routinewas safe, but only for the moment. Working like a machine was only useful whenthe setting stayed the same.

He simplyneeded to make sure that the situation was in his favor when the machine becameuseless.

Myth angst drabble?

This… became a monster…

And I am not even sure that it counts as Angst. Or is still a drabble. Is something of this size still a drabble?

Despite everyplan made in his mind and prepared in the real world, Myth couldn’t helphimself from searching the princess out after he finally managed to secure aposition inside the palace, barely three months after the rebellion. Even a waybetter position than he had previously hoped to ever achieve, looking at his visiblyyoung age. But then people seemed to have difficulties to really place his ageand he highly doubted that the king would have intentionally put enough trustinto a barely twenty-year-old to name him adviser.

But here hewas, wandering the hallways openly again, the glamour keeping people fromrecognizing him and no (literally) cursed traitor around to educate themotherwise. He would have loved to fell the betrayer, but the onslaught of multipleopponents had been… problematic. Even with the queen being the Bearer, theother side had help by a Bearer as well. At least no one of the opponents hadever learned the value of a good poison or a sneak attack. Well, if they had,he would have more than a few barely healed wounds and still hurting scars.

Well, he wasalive and already working on implementing the return of the queen by being inthe palace and guarding the Crystallum. It wouldn’t do if someone stumbled overit after all. A pity, he couldn’t move it somewhere else.

As it was,gossip around the maids told him quickly where to go. They were pretty keen onavoiding the teen, who was actively sad about the supposed demise of her mother,and exchanged information whenever the princess moved somewhere else.

The gardensweren’t a bad place for introductions. The weather was nice and the royalgardens were beautiful enough that taking a look at them as a newcomer wouldn’tbe too out of place.

She was… surprisinglysmall.

Myth blinkedin surprise at seeing her. Well, she was in her teens and still growing and itwasn’t as if had ever been close to her, so gauging her size had never been onhis mind. But she was looking quite small regarding how scared the servantswere of her, curled up onto herself, looking at a bunch of blooming roses, hiddenby a few hedges.

Knees pulled upto her chin wasn’t quite proper either, especially with her sitting on a bench,but then, who was he to judge? It had taken him a few days to just scratchtogether the will to move through the pain of being wounded and all alone againand he knew the queen was alive, ifnot breathing at the moment.

Maybe he hadmade some kind of noise he wasn’t aware of, but suddenly the girl turned aroundand looked at him, just for a moment a startled expression on her face, beforeit all cut off from her face, promptly jerking into a more proper position.

“Goodafternoon, your Highness. I am Mythros. I just joined your father’s court,” hecalmly introduced himself, bowing and choosing not to comment on what he had justseen.

The princessgave him a cold look. “If father wants something from me, he can tell me sohimself,” she replied coolly.

Well, look atthat. Looked like the king’s ‘disfavour’ for his daughter wasn’t just extravagatedrumours. He kept his smile in place. “Oh, I didn’t speak with him today, yet. Ijust saw you here and thought introductions were in order. I am going to spend most of my time in thepalace after all,” he said, keeping his voice light and body posture untense,to not project any indication of aggression. People could be set off by thestrangest things and there was no reason to agitate her.

There was ashort bout of silence, while she continued to focus him with a cold look fullof scrutiny. Healthy outlook. She didn’t know him after all and he had justintroduced himself as a member of her father’s political court.

“You justintroduced himself. What else do you want?” she finally asked, “No one is stayinglonger than they have to.” Oh really? “Quite rude of them,” he commentedlightly, “Etiquette dedicates to at least bid someone goodbye before leaving.Especially after introductions. Social rules would indicate to wait for beingdischarged, if there is no business to attend to.” And promptly made a point ofnot bidding his goodbyes, still smiling.

The confusionflickering over her face was honest and quickly smothered under self-control. Almostcute how she glared at him. Almost like her mother, but that was like comparinga kitten to a full-grown tiger. And she hadn’t access to her claws yet.

“And you’reoh so nice,” she skewered him with aneven colder look, “Are you really going stand there until I tell you to leave?”Her voice dripped with disbelieve.

Myth decidedon a gamble.

“Your mother wasquite thorough to impress the proper behaviour into me, so I wouldn’t be an embarrassment,if she ever chose to introduce me to court herself.”

The princesshad turned to look at the roses again. At his words, her head whipped aroundback to him.

“You… knewmother?” there was something strange in her voice and it suddenly occurred toMyth that with Waltz gone from the picture, the king distant and the servantsterrified, there would have been no one at all willing to get close to her.

“She was myteacher. When I was a bit younger than you know, she took a look at me anddecided that I was worth some of her time,” he replied, making sure to keep hisvoice calm and even. There was no reason to agitate her. No reason to scare hereither. And if he was the one to tell her, when everyone else was so insistenton keeping her ignorant…

The princessfrowned. “A teacher for what? What was mother teaching you, that she couldn’tjust hand over to others?”

Stepping abit closer, so the hedges would completely hide him from view of servants passingby, Myth laid a hand onto the stone restricting the water of a fountain. Asmall push and glittering ice started to spread in patterns, stretching awayfrom his hand and reaching the water, creating a glittering sheet of ice.

“Your mother,princess, was teaching me magic.”

Oh, how easyit had been in the end, to gain her trust. And he didn’t need to weave lies either!Just wording the information carefully.

“Oh, yes, therehad been another apprentice, but he ran off, no idea, where he is.”

And it wasall the king’s fault! It would have been so much more difficult, if he couldsee past hair colour and talk withhis daughter.

As it was, hedid not, kept his distance, eyes sad, but also fearful and when he finally gotover himself, worry joined the fear, etching itself into his face with frownsand heavy thoughts, because -oh the surprise- his daughter did not miraculouslyforget him ignoring her very existence for months without end.

On anothermatter, Myth had managed to establish himself in court, starting to slip hisown twist of things into decisions made or not made. It was ridiculous how trustingthe king was towards him. Did the man even remember that a year ago some ofthese people had haggled with the queen and he hadn’t even been here for a fullyear?

Or maybe itsimply never occurred to him that people may have taken advantage of the queen’srule to further their own power. If he was informed right, the late king hadn’tallowed the monarch much involvement before his death. The man had waited witharranging a ball for his son until the back then Crown Prince was twenty! Twoyears after reaching majority!

Well, heshould count himself lucky that the man was more inexperienced than incompetent.But some of the noises in court regarding the princess… Some wanted her in somefar away estate and for the king to remarry for a ‘proper’ heir. Just his luckthat the king was still pinning after his ‘true love’. No risk there then fornow.

Something theprincess asked most for when they were alone (mostly hidden by the hedges ofthe gardens) were displays of magic.

Myth obliged,because a familiarity with magic wasn’t a bad thing for the future Bearer. Itwouldn’t do for her to be scared of her own skills.

Small sculpturesof ice, all sharp edges and pointy ends, glittering in the sun light. Thornyvines grabbing a tree trunk as if choking the live out of it and crumbling toashes, leaving deep gorges in the bark. Mist rolling together into forms foolingthe mind, by looking similar to forms that may trick the eyes…

It was precious how fascinated she was byeverything. How she lit up at the spark of magics, eager to see more. And itwas their secret.

Theirs alone.

There wouldbe no problem resurrecting his queen, it seemed.

Hell knew,what Alcaster was trying to pull by assigning a guard do to the princess.Especially his own son. Not that there was any doubt about the young man’sskills, but a father assigning his own son to spend time around the crownprincess?

Please, whydidn’t the man put up placates proclaiming his intentions of playing matchmaker?

Fritzgeraldwas… friendly. Genuinely so. It was baffling.

He was alsodutiful and just as easy to drive off like holding a bone and trying to driveaway a starved dog.

He was alsopolite and almost impossible to ditch, despite the princess being known for notleaving the palace.

The new presencehad the side effect his familiarity with the princess being ‘discovered’.

Not that theyhad tried to hide it. They just…tended to visit the gardens at the same time and weren’t even hiding that. Whenpeople were too blind to pay attention that wasn’t their fault.

But no oneseemed to know what to make from it, especially the king, who suddenly gotsmacked into his face that -yes- his daughter was willing to spend time with atleast one living person. It had also had the consequence that he was promptlydelegated to be the go between to the man and his daughter.

Oh, how blindthe man was… Myth wondered what his face would be like, when he learned of thefull story behind everything.

There was apainting of the queen in the hallway. It was surprising that no one had takenit down, yet, but maybe the king simply didn’t want to explain to his daughter thereasons for that.

As it was,the cold green eyes looked down at him and he found himself wondering. Whatwould be his reward in the end? She had promised to reward him…

He took inthe way he hair fell into her face and framed it and how her eyes werecuttingly cold.

“It’s apretty painting, isn’t it?” the princess asked next to him and he turned tolook at her, watching her hair move in a breeze trailing through the hallway. Goldeneyes turned to him, looking at him -and only him, wasn’t that strange?- and hesmiled. “Yes. It’s really a good sight,” he told the just sixteen-year-old,taking in how her lips twitched for a moment, as if she was fighting back a smile.

How curious…was that really due to him?

Court wasalways moving. Someone gained money, lost it, gained favour, fortune, influenceand wasted it on lies and pretending to be saints.

Always movingit was not always clear, who was sending which messenger, but the messengers alwaysknew who they needed to talk to and how. And in this case beyond closed doors.

A quite luckycase for him, he noted, taking in the mangled body and how the blood had splattered.His self-control seemed to have loosened. He hadn’t even taken the time for properinterrogations. Myth pondered how to best dispose of the remains, beforedeciding to move the parts closer together and keep the door looked via magicuntil dusk. Some empty bottles of fine a bit too close to the fireplace, justnext to the body and there shouldn’t be too many questions.

And while thecould go and run around trying to identify the man, he would have the time tolook into who may be stupid enough to think he could be pressured or bribed intoharming his precious princess. That wouldn’t do at all.

The palacewas still reeling from the fire and the dead body weeks later, when the kingannounced the newest hair-raising decision.

Myth ponderedwhat to do for a few days. The king knewhe had found the right woman, a widow now herself, with children of her own.

Arranging anaccident now would be… high profile, even with magic.

The girl hadno place in court, open and cheery and way too easily manipulated. The nobleswouldn’t like her, but love her easy to control mindset. Show her one personhurt by a law and she would forget how the laws befitted the wider population.But the peasants would love her…

The boy was almostlaughable easy to deal with. Myth wouldn’t even need to lift a finger. Huntingthe witch down that cursed him gave him somany juicy details he promptly proceeded to share with his princess. Encroachingonto her space permanently, just toimpress one little peasant girl? They would never be friends…

Well, he couldstill arrange for something, if it proved necessary. Too many deaths closetogether would be suspicious…

The weddingwas a grand thing, like any official royal event.

The bride waseven pretty nice to look at.

The CrownPrincess was sixteen, growing into her body and looking just as breath taking,dress carefully tailored to not outshine the bride.

Emelaigne wasnot even looking half as regal, no matter how pretty her dress was. But then,her tutor for etiquette had met a very… unfortunate end by falling down astaircase (not that anyone had told the girl that) and as such there had beenno one to instruct her on proper behaviour. As such, she chattered away with noblegirls her age, not even noticing or knowing how much of an embarrassment shewas.

She didn’t evenhave the self-control to at least pretend to not be trying to look atFritzgerald whenever possible.

Well, it wasn’tas if he had much room to talk there, he could admit that much to himself. Hestill made sure to get a good look at the king’s face when the man saw himdancing with his daughter, twirling her around skilfully to the music among theother couples, revelling in the way how he got to hold her close.

It was a deliciouslook. The man almost stumbled over his own feet. Pity, that the other nobleshad been too dumbfounded by the sight of the ice princess dancing, to catch sightof the scene.

And the kingdidn’t want to make a scene at his own wedding and let it be.

A few moremonths passed and a new routine slowly settled in with the new addition to thepalace life. Myth wasn’t that enthusiastic about it. The new princess was stubbornlytrying to befriend her stepsister and seemed to have decided that he was theperfect person to get information about what she liked.

How to tell achatterbox that a person liked quiet company…

Pity that shewasn’t the mute one. Her brother knew at least some manners.

But then shewas so dense and naive, that the nobles weren’t really keen on her becoming crownprincess at all anymore, no matter how easily influenced she was. Just as well.Kept him from needing to get rid of more people, to keep the coast clear for hisprincess. No need to let rivalries fester after all.

As it was,they would need to live with their meetings getting interrupted by Fritz, whowas still set on the fact that she needed protection inside the palace, Emelaigne,who tried to befriend them and Fritz at the same time, and Rod, who wastrailing after his sister.

Myth reallydidn’t like how they intruded onto his time with his princess. She was his. Even if the queen would never allowit…

Strange, howhe hadn’t thought about her in some time…

His princess becameseventeen and the king, encouraged by his daughter suffering through thecompany of the new family members, tried to involve himself again by throwingher a party.

Myth took noteof the different young male nobles attending, strutting around like peacock,decked out in fancy clothing and made their introductions.

Mentally hestarted making a list, adding a name whenever eyes trailed lower than hisprincess face.

Death… wouldbe too attention grabbing. The list was getting too long for that. But a brush with death? Just a scare and a fewscars? No one died, no attention…

And maybe afew rumours about whores, illegal doings and a few other things… there wasalways some dirt to dig up.

Well, outsideof the guy daring to push himself into her personal space like that, afterhaving the gall to get drunk halfway through.

He rescuedhis princess from the trash and made sure that he was looked up in a room faraway from the festivities.

The kiss shestole from him just before retiring for the night was… surprising. Elating.

…Addicting.

She was his. And his alone!

The screamswhen the maids found a mangled body in the kennels of the hunting dogs was musicto his ears.

The king wasat least not completely blind, going from the looks the man threw him when hethought Myth wasn’t noticing it.

Thoughtfuland worried at the same time the man seemed to weight something.

Weeks passedwith the man not doing anything at all and truthfully, Myth was not sure, whatto do, if the man proved problematic. It was difficult to dispose of a king,especially of one well liked. Startling his horse during his parades would beeasy enough, but that wouldn’t ensure that he fell and broke his neck.

And the mankept doing nothing! Not even talking to anyone!

The eighteenthbirthday slowly crawled closer and Myth was… not sure what to feel.

The princesshad learned about what her mother been years ago -also about the possibility offreeing her- but they had never really talked about her role in the war. AndMyth really liked the kisses andhaving attention all to himself…

And then onemorning he woke up and his precious princess was gone!

Gone from him,from the palace and no one was remembering her!

He didn’tcount the worried looks he got thrown, tearing through the hallway without talkingto anyone before settling in the garden where they normally met.

Only Fritzand Emelaigne were there.

That wouldn’tdo.

Someone was going to suffer.

Days passed. Weeks passed and he couldn’t find her!

It wasdifficult enough to control himself, when people called Emelaigne crownprincess. The ball was an insult in itself and he made sure, to dispose of thenew tutor as well, just like the second one got caught up in an unfortunateaccident. The third one was left alone, but it had been calming to let some ofthe pressure bleed of.

And thenthere was suddenly a red headed maid with Emelaigne at the garden space and Mythhad been so surprised by it andEmelaigne -sweet, obvious, naive Emelaigne- had been surprised and ecstaticthat the two knew each other.

Myth took inthe wide-eyed look of the prince and knew he couldn’t allow the boy to leavethe palace with this information. Tragic, but accidents happen.

Well… hesurvived the fall from the staircase. Keeping him from waking up then.Everything else would be too obvious.

The drama ofthe accident was -ironically- enough to push the ball closer, people pushing tofurther the line of succession with only Emelaigne left and no other alternatives.

The girl was slowlybreaking under the pressure, but that wasn’t his problem. Emelaigne occupied bythe preparations allowed him more time with his princess, who told him allabout what happened.

The LucisBearer, Delora and the traitor thought, they could lay hand on his princess?

Time to… dealwith them.

With care.

The ballhappened a week before Lucette’s eighteenth birthday and Alcaster proved to bethe person trying to wrench the throne from the rightful bloodline.

Myth slippedaway with Lucette, her father stubbornly trying to do the ‘right thing’ and ‘honour’.

A week of hiding,of being alone with her and all the sinful pleasures he got her to give in to…

He wouldn’tgive that up. Not even for his queen.

And, oh, hissweet princess agreed… and she would be queen one day as well. He should startcalling her by the title.

Time to adjustplans even further.

Mind runninghigh, Myth started ‘leaking’ information.

On the dawningof her eighteenth birthday they sneaked into the secret passage to where theCrystallum was hiding.

Oh, if his princessknew of all the things he had arranged.

He madehimself scarce during the freeing and made sure that every other pawn wouldmeet their timely end.

Hildyr dealt withAlcaster quickly enough, three hours into her resurrection, not even sparing aglance at her late husband beheaded in front of the throne, whose blood wasfresh enough that the beheading was quite recent.

Alcaster musthave thought that would endear him to his queen.

The queenstruck Alcaster down, just in time for Delora, the other Bearer and the traitorto turn up -the later still cursed to his delight- and he made a show ofstepping out of the shadows and taking the glamour of, letting them shout andflail and magic clash- and fail.

He wanted tolaugh at the sight of their faces crumble when they noticed.

The witchdown and fading, the fairy dying as well and the traitor staring at him, redeyes wide and terrified and trying to scramble away from him in fear, when hestepped closer.

When he wasthe only one alive, Myth made his next move.

Hildyr neversaw the icicle killing her.

And Waltzdidn’t get to ask questions about anything either.

Looking atthe mess the throne room was, Myth let out a sight. There was a clean-upnecessary.

But first hewould need to look for his princess.

The coronationto place three weeks after her birthday, her face impassive and stoic.

Myth smiled,standing right next to her, not having bothered to reapply the glamour, throwingpeople in for a loop.

Emelaigne wasclinging to Fritz and her mother, the woman looking pale, eyes empty. No dangerfrom there.

Rod had fadedaway just before the birthday; his curse having caught up with him.

There were afew people coming out of the woodwork already, trying to gain favours. Well, atleast the prince of Brugundia was easy to deal with. One broken curse for animproved political connection was good enough, especially with the recenttumult in the politics.

Well, at leastthe nobles couldn’t haunt his queen about the line of succession.

Not thatanyone had dared to comment, when the first orders for the preparations of a weddinghad gone out.

019 - Snow

Myth had a split opinion on snow. Yes, it was pretty and shiny and watching it fall had something serene to it. Something calming.

But that was only the case when you had the possibility of warming up somewhere, of changing into dry clothes and having a safe place to sleep.

Before the queen had taken him, Myth had dreaded the arrival of the snow. It was a sign of the cold weather to come, of snow sticking to fabric and melting, turning warming clothes cold and wet, needing ore layers to stay warm and some of the hiding places tuning uninhabitable.

Years later, clothed in thick coats or behind windows with a fireplace warming the room, Myth watched the snow with indifference. It was there, it would go away. The only danger it brought him now was hiding slippery ice patches, blocking paths or someone daring to throw snowballs at him.

Keyword - List

Well, look at what I found. A list of keywords for drabbles that was quite popular on Fanfiktion.de once as the 120-challenge (I think it was called).

You can ask requests for a specific setting with a keyword or simply pick a keyword in generall and I’ll write something for it.

If there is no ask in general, I’ll simply pick one with a random number generator.

And yes, words can be picked multiple times.

001. In Between Worlds

002. Love

003. Sunset

004. Deep

005. Seeking Solace

006. Break Away

007. Eden

008. Innocence

009. Drive

010. Breathe Again

011. Memory

012. Insanity

013. Abuse

014. Smile

015. Emotionless

016. Caged

017. Blood

018. Candy

019. Snow

020. Fortitude

021. Anomaly

022. Forest

023. Cat

024. Me Time

025. Trouble Lurking

026. Never Cry

027. Poison

028. Anguish

029. Curious

030. Rain

031. Defile

032. Never Look Back

033. Provoke

034. Mechanical

035. Hold My Hand

036. Precious Treasure

037. Eyes

038. Abandoned

039. Dreams

040. Black and Blue

041. Teamwork

042. Standing Still

043. Dying

044. Two Roads

045. Illusion

046. Family

047. Homunculi

048. Orphan

049. Stripes

050. Breaking the Rules

051. Games

052. Claustrophobia

053. Keeping a Secret

054. City

055. Waiting

056. Hell-Bent

057. Sacrifice

058. Bittersweet

059. Suffocate

060. Rejection

061. Fairy Tale

062. Djinn

063. Come-hither

064. Amputation

065. Contort

066. Suicide

067. Security Blanket

068. Bully

069. Annoyance

070. Wanton

071. Obsession

072. Pawn

073. I Can't

074. Demented

075. Mirror

076. Broken Pieces

077. Test

078. The Fool

079. Disease

080. Words

081. Edge

082. Forever

083. Heal

084. Out Cold

085. Spiral

086. Seeing Red

087. Appetite

088. Pain

089. Through the Fire

090. Sephia

091. Drowning

092. Die for you

093. Give Up

094. Last Hope

095. Streets

096. In the Storm

097. Regret

098. Puzzle

099. Solitude

100. Relaxation

101. Emo

102. Act your age

103. Covet

104. Detached

105. Belittle

106. Confusion

107. Dog

108. Moonlight

109. Secret Place

110. Annex

111. Coward

112. Emulate

113. Kami

114. Place of God

115. Delicate

116. All my fault

117. Chains

118. Ferocious

119. Autumn

120. Loser

Your writing is veeery good. Thank you for creating all this content. Can I request Myth interacting with young Lucette? Like, before the rebellion.

Take some story time.^^

If anyone wonders, the tale Myth starts telling is taken from the game “Kingdomd of Amalur: The Reckoning”. There are multiple tales in it, this one is the start of the one called “The Fading Of The Fae”.

The ten-year-oldwas looking at him curiously from her place at the floor in front of themakeshift puppet stage Waltz seemed to try to hide behind. “Princess,” he bowedstiffly to the girl and then glared at the boy trying to make himselfdisappear. “This is what you do, when you’re supposed to be studying?”

“W-Well,” Waltzchuckled awkwardly and forcefully, glancing at the door as if he was judgingthe time, he would need to reach it and flee successfully, “What are you doinghere, Myth?” “You didn’t put the books back. I got the allowance to get out ofyou where they are. That involved hunting you down in the first place. Does thequeen know what you’re doing?”

“It’s a secret!” the girl exclaimed cheerfully, “Youlearn together with Waltz? Can you also do tricks? Waltz can make flowersappear!” Big golden eyes peered at him. With her head slightly tilted the smallgirl looked… kind of cute.

“Secret?”he asked flatly, “Flowers?” “And we make dolls together and come up with storiesand he is really got at telling stories.”

“Stories?”he raised an unimpressed brow Waltz, “You do this instead of-?” “Don’t tellmother, please?” Myth starred at the girl. “What?”

“Don’t tellmother, please? I like having more company than my dolls and the maids areforbidden from playing with me and mother is barely there…” a pleading gaze methis eyes “You can stay as well!”

Silence. “What?I have no time to-” the golden eyes seemed to get a bit watery. For a momentfaces seemed to overlay, golden eyes darkening a bit, face morphing into a toddlerpeering at him, reaching for him. He forced the feeling away, before it couldgrab him. He starred silently at the girl. “And what would I be doing here?” hefinally asked coolly.

“Oh, Waltzand I come up with stories to tell each other. These Fairytales are boring andalways following the same pattern. So we come up with new stuff. Do you knowany stories to tell?”

He triedglaring at Waltz, who was still looking at him, but not looking outrightterrified anymore.

“I…”curious eyes looked at him. Hopeful and waiting. “I guess, I know a few fewerknown ones…” he finally sighted and the small girl let out a delighted aroundand suddenly he got pulled down to where she was sitting. “Tell, tell, tell!”The girl stilled and then looked over to the stage. “Is it something that couldbe played as well?”

“Ah… I doubtyou have the fitting things here…” Myth started and looked around for a moment.In the end the girl settled down comfortably anyway and looked at him. Mythalmost flinched when Waltz sat down as well, looking just as curious.

Myth took abreath and started talking, remembering dark evenings and a dark voice wistfullyrecalling old stories from memory.

“They were the harbingers of the Fall, theseChildren of Dust…and they lit the forest with their fires, and then split it with their blades.We crept back, shapeless in the darkness, silent in the trees. But shadows are few in this age of mortals. The light beckons…”

It was along tale and he was barely halfway through when he felt a weight against hisside and trailed of. The princess had fallen asleep and cuddled up to him,Waltz giving him a bright smile and then got up, coming back with a blanket.

Myth lookedat the sleeping girl snuggled into his side and tried to drown away thememories of a dark-haired toddler doing the same years ago.

111!!

111 - Coward

Myth was very sure that most of the knights and other people obsessed with waving swords around would call him a coward. But there was simply no reason he could think off to knowingly put himself into harms way! And why should he enter a fight he knew wouldn't end well for him? That was simply being stupid.

Running from danger you couldn't fight was a viable strategy to prolong your own life, it had already worked during the witch hunts after all. And even kept him saver than hoping that these stupid humans would simply leave him alone, just because he really wished they would.

Running and hiding was a strategy, he could live with, as long as he came out on top in the long run. Sure, some people may call him a coward, but at least he was an alive one.  

71 - Obsession :)

071 - Obsession

The crystal was slightly glowing, just like always. His queen was safely enclosed, sleeping like she had for the last months. Months he had spent busy to assure the success of the task she had given him

There was no way, he was going to fail. Failure wasn’t tolerated. He was the only apprentice now. The loyal one. He would work on freeing her and succed and she would praise him, acknowledge that he was the better student.

His loyalty would be rewarded. Him fulfilling his task would be reward. These rewards was all he wanted. Only serving his Queen was important.

What about 005?

You shall receive!

005 - Seeking Solace

Memoriesand dreams were the only solace Myth still had. His queen was encased incrystal. He was hiding who he was, unable to trust anyone and not able to moveanywhere, where hiding would be unnecessary.

He didn’twant to hide, to play loyal pawn to the king, who was undoing his queen’s work!He wanted-!

If he wascompletely truthful, he wanted his life back from before the Hunts. Being ableto hug his mother for reassurance and his father there to chase imaginarymonsters away. Seeking solace in the warmth and protection only his parents couldoffer him until they had gone up in flames together with everything else.

And whilethe queen had taken him in, she wasn’t someone to coddle her apprentices. Shewas no one to offer reassurance. Not to him, who wasn’t her child. She was noone to went to, to seek solace. She was a beacon, shining bright, but too coldto offer comfort or warmth. The only safety it offered was the light illuminatingyour surroundings.

But Mythmissed the warmth, missed the safety and having a place to belong. As it was,he needed to seek solace in his memories and dreams.