Soultember Prompt 1: Red String Of Fate

Soultember Prompt 1: Red String of Fate

Fandom : The Dragon Prince

Waring: Canon Character Death

Summary: Harrow didn't need Viren to tell him his wife had been killed by Thunder, he already knew she was gone.

Queen Sairi was the love of King Harrow's life. They were bound together by fate. When they walked, hand in hand, a red string hung down slightly from their pinky fingers. No matter how difficult life was they knew they had each other.

    When Viren told Harrow that there was a way to save the people of Duren and Katolis from the death that would come with the horrible winter, he felt it was the only solution. Maybe it was.

    Despite Sarai's protest, a few soldiers and the leaders of the two kingdoms left to retrieve the heart of the titan.

    Harrow was unsure when the fight began if they would emerge victorious. When the titan fell everything was worth it. The uninjured assessed the injured and they were ready to go.

    It was a selfless mission. But sacrifices must be made to save a kingdom. A few people for tens of thousands seemed only far. 

    Then he appeared. The king of the dragons was angry. Why were humans on his side of the border? What did they need and what did they destroy?

    When the queens of Duren fell, it felt like the whole world shook for just a moment. Then Viren tried to by them time. The head mage was a strong man but without him the sacrifice of the queens was for nothing.

    Sarai was a strong women. There was no doubt in Harrow's mind that she would return to him. The string that held them together would shorten as they took hands once more. They would return home and would dance in their room, watching the string as they tried to tangle it around themselves, just to see if they could.

    Harrow wanted her ride away. He looked at the tine red line that never let them play a fair game or hide and seek and smiled.

    As the soldiers approached their side of the border the king felt his finger start to burn.  

    Snap.

    Harrow felt a sharp pain in his pinky finger. The long red string that once connected him to his Queen had broken.

    This couldn't be right. Any moment now Sarai would come back up the hill, back to him. She had to. Harrow wasn't sure he could do this without her. He wasn't sure how he'd live on or how he'd explain to his sons what happened to their mother.

    The string tied itself into a neat bow, the excess hanging maybe an inch off of his finger. Harrow's heart felt like it stopped beating. Sarai was gone, his love was gone.

    Viren walked up the hill, confirming the news. Three mothers had died that day. The mage looked at Harrow's hand, a red string now visible, "I'm so sorry."

    Harrow said nothing. Tears fell silently down his face. They fell to the ground as others went to retrieve the three bodies from the field.

    He fidgeted with the short tail of the string unconsciously as the three women were brought up the hill. The walk home felt shorter and longer than it had felt before. Harrow wouldn't remember most of it.

    It was fate for the two to fall in love. Who knew fate could be so cruel.

@soulmateseptember

AI-less Whumptober Day 8: Panic Attack

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Summary: After a bad day, Gabriel loses his temper and throws a vase at Adrien. Adrien realizes what happened the next day at school and struggles to stay calm.

Adrien couldn't focus. Even though he always liked history, not even that could keep him distracted. He started at the board but took no notes and didn't listen to the teacher.

    The night before had been stressful and not just because of the akuma attack. It was what came after that made things so much worse.

    The akuma had been simple. With the power to create monsters out of light, the victim had blinded the heroes for a while before they found away around it. The attack had started right before dinner and ended about 1am.

    Even simple things can take a while to fix. Ladybug and Cat Noir said their goodbyes and both headed home.

    When Adrien had arrived home he heard crashing from downstairs. Despite Plagg telling him not to check it out, he walked down the stairs. His footsteps were silent against the ground as he made his way to the ground floor.

    There was another crash. The child made his way to the source of the noise and gently opened the door to his fathers study. Gabriel held a smaller vase he had recently gotten because he had 'knocked over' the old one.

    "Dad?" Adrian asked softly.

    Gabriel sharply turned to look at him. Before Adrien could react there was a vase being hurdled in his direction. He tried to move but ended up being hit in the edge of his shoulder. The glass broke against the wall as the man shouted at him to get out.

    Adrian grabbed his shoulder and the door handle with his other hand. He ran out of the room, trying not to slam the door. He heard Gabriel call for him but he didn't care.

    When he got back to his room he looked at Plagg, "you were right."

    The bell broke Adrian's thought process for a moment. He looked at his non-existent notes and sighed. Placing the notebook back in his bag he looked at the time. It was almost the end of the day. He had one more class.

    As Adrian put his bag in his shoulder he winced. Wrong shoulder. He moved it to his other arm and got ready to leave the class. Nino stopped him, "you okay?"

    "Oh yeah! I'm fine!" Adrien smiled.

    "Okay." Nino sounded unsure.

    Adrien made his way to his next class. He sat down and pulled out his notebook. The room was almost silent. There was nothing to protect him from his mind, nothing to fill the void.

    After the boy had entered the room, he pulled off his shirt to see the damage. He was much calmer than he felt he should have been.

    "What happened?" Plagg asked, going to grab some bandages from Adrian's bathroom.

    "It was my father. He was destroying stuff in his study." He took the bandages out of Plagg's little hands and went to the bathroom to grab a disinfectant.

    "Did he throw something at you or something?" Plagg followed him.

    "Yeah, the new vase he got." He grabbed the spray from the cabinet and opened the cap. He sprayed it on his skin and placed a few bandaids on. He threw away the trash and changed into his pajamas.

    "Are you okay?" Plagg asked.

    "Yeah, just surprised." He laid down and fell asleep.

    Adrian wasn't sure why he had been so calm the night before. It didn't make sense. Why did this have to bother him now? He looked at the paper that had been placed in front of him. Then back at the time.

    Thirty minutes stood between now and when he would be going home. Adrian didn't want to go home. How would his father act? Would he apologize? Would he tell him to be quiet about it? Would he even say anything?

    As the questions ran though his mind his breathing started to speed up. He couldn't think straight. Adrian looked down at his paper and noticed he couldn't see straight.

    Plagg leaned against him, trying to calm him down.

    Adrian felt like he couldn't breathe, the questions still circulating in his mind . Would this happen again? What would have happened if he hadn't gone downstairs, hadn't left the room, hadn't moved?

    Tears fell from his eyes as his fellow students realized something was wrong. His breathing was out of control now. He brought one hand up to his chest. The teacher got on the phone and called the nurse.

    Alya who had been sitting behind him jumped off of her chair and came to his side. "Adrian? Are you okay?"

    The answer felt obvious, still he tried to shake his head yes.

    "Breath" she tried to comfort him by placing a careful hand on his shoulder but instead he flinched, shrinking away from her touch.

    "Did that hurt?" She asked, the concern in her voice growing more and more evident.

    Adrien nodded. The teacher led them to the hallway where Alya reassured him that she could take care of him.

    They stayed in the hallway for a while. Adrian pressed his back to the wall as he shook. He listened to Alya talk to him but couldn't understand her.

    "What's going on Adrian?"

    "I don't, want to go" his breath caught in his throat and he coughed. He felt sick. "home."

    "What happened?"

    "It's fine-" he leaned into her, grabbing her shoulders to stabilize himself. "Really, it's fine."

    "No, it's not fine. Alya rubbed her hand over his back, trying to calm him down. She let him stay there and cry for a while.

    As his breathing began to even out, he moved to look at her. She looked so, scared. "Are you okay?" He asked, voice still shaking and tears still falling.

    "Yeah I'm okay. I'm just worried about you."

    "I'm fine, a few things just piled up, that's all." He wiped the tears off his face. Alya handed him a tissue which he took. The two stood.

    Alya held her arms out for a hug. Adrien quickly expected it and they stayed there until the bell rang. She went into the class and grabbed their bags. She handed him his and walked him to the outside of the school building.

    "Are you going to be okay?" She asked.

    Adrien paused before answering. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Thank you."

    "You sure?"

    "Yeah."

    "Call me if you need anything?"

    "Okay." Adrian walked towards the car. He sighed as he got in. Plagg hung close to him, trying to help keep him grounded. The boy stared out the window, unsure of what to do or what was next. At least he had Plagg.

Whumptober Day 3: "Make it Stop."

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Summary: Runaan is sent to deal with an Earthblood Cartel.

Warning: Character Death

    Runaan moved swiftly around the tree line of the forest. He was near an Earthblood elf camp. He was there to kill the ring leader of a shroom cartel. The gang has been nothing but trouble, killing the people who displeased them.

    So Runaan was there to shut it all down. Unknown to him, he has a visitor. As he approached the camp, he pulled his bow over his shoulder and scouted the area.

    Then he turned around. It startled him, seeing Rayla. She had followed him. How the assassin didn't notice, he didn't know. Maybe he just taught her well?

    "Rayla" Runaan whispered harshly.

    "I came to help."

    "I'll be fine."

    "Why can't I help?"

    "You don't know what you're doing! You're too young."

    "I'm 12! I'm sure it's fine."

    "Stay here."

    "Fine." Rayla sat at the base of a nearby tree. She crossed her arms and sighed.

    Runaan sighed. "Stubborn child" he whispered. "Stay out of trouble."

    "I will."

    Runaan looked back then started towards the cartel. He was nervous but not for himself. Rayla was young and now she was alone. Too many thoughts crossed his mind. But for now, he would just have to focus on his mission.

    He reached the edge of the village and snuck in using the moon's shadow. It took longer than he expected to find the cartel but that should only be a minor setback.

    Sneaking into the building Runaan hid near some stairs. Pulling his bow apart, he nabbed the first elf quickly and slit their throat. Blood fell to the ground as Rannan placed the stranger behind the stairs.

    As he made his way further into the building he carefully killed the members he had been instructed to and left the others knowing that they would rather be too scared or wanted out to begin with.

    Then came the last few rooms. There was screaming from the last room. It has only just come into earshot. The victim sounded young. 

    It startled Runaan. He walked past the few other rooms he had left and stood outside the door. Inside a deep booming voice spoke, "tell me where they are!"

    A small voice answered. "I don't know!" A little girl. Runaan almost broke the door. Children were his weakness.

    The girl was around 12, and looked just like Rayla. Her hair was a little bit shorter, her eyes a bit lighter, and her skin a bit darker. She had multiple wounds all over her body.

    Runaan knew the girl. Not by name but he had seen her around the village. He pulled his knife as the leader of the cartel pulled the girl up by her hair.

    The assassin saw red. As he got ready to attack a man grabbed him from behind. One of the most important rules of being an assassin crossed Runaan's mind, never get distracted.

    The leader grabbed something from a table, "you little bitch! You brought this fucker here!" The shine of a blade could be seen as Runaan fought the bastard that held him.

    The knife slid into the child's side. Runaan finally got the man off of him and grabbed his knife that had fallen to the ground. He ran it though the leader's chest making the rest of the drug deals stop with fear.

    Runaan swiftly executed the rest of the Earthblood elves that surrounded him and the girl. He neglected his own body, doing anything to keep the child safe.

    The remainder of the cartel members fled once they decide that they cared more about their lives than their dead boss.

    Runaan moved to take care of the girl. She lay, bleeding out on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. "It hurts!" Her voice cracked in a way that made the assassin's blood run cold.

    "I know." He tried to sooth her.

    "Make it stop! Please, make it stop!"

    "I" Ranaan paused. "it's okay." 

    "Make it stop!"

    "It's okay." He couldn't stop the pain. As badly as he wanted to there was nothing he could do to help her but hold the wound and pray he could get to a doctor in time.

    He wanted nothing more then to switch places with her. If he could take the pain, taking it from her and feel it all for her he would.

    It didn't take long for the screaming to turn to turn to just heavy breathing. Then nothing at all. It stopped. Her pain, her screaming, her heart, it all just stopped.

    Runaan picked her up gently and stumbled to his feet. Her pain may have stopped but his didn't. He didn't think it ever would. He walked out of the building and back into the woods. There he met Rayla who had fallen asleep against the tree.

    He sat the girl's body down out of view and kneeled to wake Rayla up. He shook her lightly and she began to stir.

    "Oh you're back" she spoke.

    Runaan didn't say anything instead he just grabbed her into a tight hug. It was the only time Rayla would ever see the man cry. He held her for a while before letting her go. "Let's, go home."

AI-less Whumptober Day 3: Sensory Deprivation/Isolation

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Summary: What if Viren hadn't told anyone where Gren was? What if he had just been left to die? (Fun fact at the end)

Warning: Broken bones and self injuries

    Gren hated the dungeon. His arms were tired of being upright and he could swear his hands were ice cold. He began to hate the taste of bread, even though he had liked it a lot before, as it was all he was ever given. Water had never been something he was so relieved to have.

    It was lonely. Very lonely. Gren tried to talk to the Moonshadow elf that had been placed in the dungeon. Even though he only answered once, the commander called it a win.

    Every time Viren came down the stairwell Gren wondered if he would be released. He knew that there was nothing he had done to be placed in the dungeon. His treatment has been unjust and when he was free he would make sure that the dark mage didn't go unpunished for his actions.

    The worst part was the silence. The Moonshadow elf wasn't good company.  He never spoke. Viren was the one who locked him down there. He hardly spoke to him as well.

    Gren heard nothing from the room further in the dungeon. With all the screaming from before the commander assumed that the mage had killed him.

    Now he was alone. It had been a while since Viren had come down the stairs. Gren didn't know if it had been days or just a few hours.

    Eventually he started to talk to himself to fill the void. He had been isolated from everything with no way to escape.

    After a while Gren's optimism couldn't help him. He was hungry and tired and scared; scared of dying alone. He missed the touch of another human being.

    His skin crawled because he hadn't been touched in what felt like an eternity. Gren craved a hug from Amaya or Corvus. It almost physically hurt how much he missed people. He was social and extroverted.

    People were his thing. The commander loved the presence of others. He loved talking to them and loved listening more. Now all he could do was talk and listen to himself.

    The conversations started silly and short. Then they stopped being silly. They turned into talks about life and death. It turned into him finally saying the things he was too scared to say out loud.

    Time was his enemy. Time ticked on as Gren wasted away, praying someone would find him and save him.

    Eventually he came to the conclusion no one was coming. There was nothing he could do to help them find him and no way he could escape. He gave up standing and collapsed to the ground, his arms jerking up. He yelled as pain shot though his wrist and arms from the quick movement.

    Gren began to breathe quickly. His chest quickly rose and fell as he heaved. He tried to pull his arms to his chest but was stopped by the chains. He screamed in frustration and slammed his fist into the wall behind him.

    Then one of his hands slipped out of the cuff. Still panicking he kept pulling in the other one. He looked down to see why his other hand had slipped out.

    Gren had already tried to break them back when he was first wrongfully chained up. But it wasn't the metal that had broken. His hand had.

    The commander's right hand had been broken when he struck the wall. He looked at his other hand and decided he had to break that on two.

    Blood dripped onto the ground from where his hands had cut open. Gren slammed the side of his hand into the wall over and over until he felt his thumb break. He slipped it out and tried to stand.

    It took a minute but Gren made it to the stairs. Then he forced his body to stay upright long enough to get get to the door. His legs gave and he fell onto the top step. He leaned against the door and waited for a moment before starting to yell and hit the door.

    "Help!" He screamed. No awesome. "Please" he whimpered.

    "Is someone there?"

    A voice. "yes! Please help!"

    "I'll be right back! Just hold on!"

    Gren smiled for the first time in a while. He was safe. When the door was opened Gren saw his saviors. A woman he didn't recognize stood before him. Behind her was the familiar face of Corvus. Near the door the interpreter could see Ezren. He sighed knowing he was safe.

Corvus moved to help Gren up. As soon as it was possible Gren grabbed the other and pulled him into a hug. It had been too long. He held him and cried. He didn't care about his hands all he wanted was to be around people. It was nice being warm again.

"Are you okay?" Ezren said as he walked over to him.

"I am now."

Note: Did you know that it actually is possible to dislocate your thumb in a way that can get you out of handcuffs/chains? The lower joint in your thumb is what needs to be dislocated. It's kinda neat.

Soultember Prompt 4: Fun Holidays, Handwriting day Jan 23ed

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Summary: When your soulmate writes on themself it appears on your skin too. Soren likes writing his soulmate and Corvus sort of likes answering.

  'Heyyyyyy' Soren wrote on his arm, 'how are you?'

    Corvus looked down at his arm, feeling a slight tingle in it. It was his soulmate. He always felt his soulmate was a little too silly for him. He was so serious and quiet but they were funny and energetic.

    Soren checked his arm throughout the day, waiting for his soulmate to respond. 'Hello????' He wrote impatiently.

    A tingle, 'hello.'

    'Oh hi! How are you?'

    'Fine, how are you?'

    'I'm good!' Soren fawned over his soulmate's handwriting. It was so clear and neat.

    Corvus sighed at his. He wondered what fate could have in store for two people who clearly seemed to be opposites. When he talked to Gren about it he said 'opposites attract.' It was the most, least helpful piece of advice he could have given him.

    Grabbing a cloth Corvus dipped it in water. He gently ran the damp cloth over his arm and dried it off. Sitting on his bed, he put water back on the floor.

    As the lines smeared, Soren took a cloth from the table. He couldn't find any water so he tried to just use the fabric to get rid of the ink. Placing the cloth of his skin he roughly pushed the cloth into his skin, trying to keep the smudging at a minimum.

    'Take your time.'

    Soren Smiled. He drew a little happy face and put the pen down. Leaving his room, he set off to get some water.

    Gren walked into Corvus's quarters. "What are you up too?"

    "My soulmate wrote. He sure likes to."

    "I think he'll be good for you" Gren smiled and walked over to the bed. "Someone has to get you out of your shell."

    Corvus ignored the commander's comment.

    "What do you know about him?"

    "Not much, we can't share our names. He's in the crown guard of Katolis."

    "See, you already have something in common! You're both in the Katolis military!"

    "I suppose we are."

    Soren walked right into Callum as he rubbed the drying ink off his arm. "Hey step-prince!"

    "Oh, hey Soren."

    Callum looked at Soren's arm, "writing your soulmate?"

    "Yep!"

    "How's it going?"

    "Good! He actually wrote back for once!"

    "Have fun with that. Tell them I said hi."

    "Will do, step prince."

    Soren rushed off to his room where he could continue talking to his mystery person. 'Im back!'

    Gren grabbed Corvus's arm, "what did he say?"

    "I'm, not sure." He drew a question mark next to the illegible words

    The guard chuckled then wrote slower. "I'm back." He spoke to himself.

    Corvus smiled. 'I see that.'

    The two wrote for a little longer before someone walked into the tracker's quarters, "both of you are needed by General Amaya."

    "Okay. Tell her we'll be right there." Gren got up, "let him know that we need to go."

    Corvus quickly but neatly wrote that he had to go. He pulled his sleeve down, leaving the ink there. Most of it had dried.

    The guard took his chance. He pulled his pen out and started to trace what his soulmate had said. Each stroke was placed with deliverance.

    Though the meeting Corvus had a hard time concentrating; the tingling feeling from his soulmate writing in his arm almost worried him.  It felt like it was always the same thing in the same place.

    As soon as the meeting was over, Corvus, followed by Gren, walked back to his quarters. He threw the door open pulling his sleeve up. There was, nothing new?

    The tingling was still there. He had to be okay. Gren handed him the wet rag and he quickly scrubbed the ink off. But nothing changed.

    Soren felt a change. He grabbed the rag by his bed and cleaned his arm off.

    'Are you okay?' This time it was Soren who drew the question marks.

    'Are you okay?'

    'Yeah why?'

    'You were just writing a lot. What did you write?' Corvus sighed and turned to Gren, "he's okay."

    "That's good."

    'I was tracing your words. I like your handwriting and want to have better handwriting so you don't have to draw so many question marks '

    Corvus smiled. 'Thats sweet.' His stomach filled with butterflies.

    'Awww thanks!'

    Gren sat down next to Corvus, handing him a rag so he could clean off his arm. He took the cloth and rubbed it on his arm.

    'Im going to go train for a little bit. I'll write to you later!" Soren rubbed everything but that off.

    'Okay.' Corvus laid down.

    "I told you it would be okay."

    "You were right."

Soultember Prompt 5: Color one from 2018 list

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Summary: People are colorblind until you see your soulmate for the first time. Amaya never expected to be looking at her enemy as the world lit up around her.

    The breach had never looked so beautiful. It had always been a place of death and fear but right now it was lit up by color. It stunned Amaya for a moment, the color that erupted from the lava.

    The moment of admiration quickly faded to dread. Why here? Why now? Why, her? The general looked back to her opponent, a skilled Sunfire elf. She looked just as surprised.

    Then the elf drew her sword. It was colorful, the blade being different shades of, green? No yellow. It looked lively in the same way that Sairi had told her.

    Amaya drew her sword. She looked at it, curious to see how it changed. Nope still gray. Something seemed wrong about fighting the women you're destined to love.

    Even if they were soulmates they were enemies first. They attached each other but both soldiers couldn't help but get distracted. The bright colors that surrounded them, the overwhelming feeling of the world looking so different. 

    The colors were the only destination. There was something alluring about the elf. Every part of Amaya felt that this was wrong. It felt traitorous to feel that way.  

    When their fight ended Janai wandered around, taking in the sights of the world.

    Amaya wasn't going to tell anyone. But when she arrived at the base and saw Gren she couldn't help but smile. He looked good in color. His hair was definitely not what she had been expecting. It was like a lighter version of the lava.

    'What are you so smiley about?' Gren signed.

    'Just happy to see you' she replied.

    Gren smiled. That was sweet.

    Amaya's smile slowly faded. She didn't want to lie. Gren was her closest friend, she should tell him. He was unwavering in his optimism, he'd find the positive.

    Then she looked at him. She had to come to terms with it first. She couldn't tell Gren, at least not yet.

    For the next few days Amaya wondered about the elven stranger. She was a good fighter, strong, beautiful, and dangerous.

    When night fell that day, the general rode up to the breach. She knew it wasn't a good idea but, she had to know. When she got off her horse, she went to where the two had met.

    And she wasn't the only one there. The elf sat near the edge of the path. She looked gorgeous. It pained Amaya, finding beauty in Xadia. She hated it, she hated her self for it.

    Then the elf stood. Amaya waved. The soldier looked at her, "what are you doing here?" She asked.

    'Looking for you' she signed.

    "What?"

    Grabbing a piece of paper, a feather, and an ink well, Amaya questers to the ground. Unsure the elf walked over and sat down. Then the human did.

    Amaya grabbed the feather gently and wrote, 'Im deaf.'

    The elf looked at her and reached her hand out for the pen. She took it and dipped it in the ink. 'Okay'.

    Amaya took it back. 'So, you're my soulmate?'

    'And you're mine?'

    They looked at each other.

    "This alone is treason." The elf sighed.

    'It is' Amaya wrote. 'What's your name?'

    The elf grabbed the feather carefully, 'Janai.'

    'Im Amaya.'

    "Amaya" Janai said. It sounded right, saying her name. She hated it in the best way she could.

    Maybe this would be okay. Everything had to be okay. Fate wouldn't be so cruel as to connect them only to have it be impossible to love each other right?

    'Do you like color?' Amaya wrote.

    The two's hands touched as they exchanged the feather. 'I do, do you?'

    'I do. Got a favorite?'

    "I'm not sure what it's called but-' then she pointed to a color on her armor.

    'Yellow?'

    "How do you know?"

    'My sister used to tell what the colors looked like. She said it was bright and lively; the color of the sun.' 

    'Oh, you have a sister?'

    Amaya nodded sadly. She grabbed the pen and dipped it into the ink. 'She's dead.'

    "Oh, I'm so sorry."

    Amaya didn't say anything.

    Janai grabbed the pen softly, 'What's your favorite color?'

    She pointed at the color of her armor, 'blue.'

    "How did she describe blue?"

    'The color of the sky and of the ocean but also sadness.'

    Janai tried to look at the sky but clouds blocked her way. They stayed over the breach, making the area darker than the rest of the land around it.

    'If you want we can take a walk? I can tell you what color some things are. If I'm right anyway.'

    Janai looked unsure, "to do that we'd need to leave the breach."

    'Then I'll follow you'

    "Are you sure?"

    Amaya nodded. She stood up and extended her hand out for Janai.

    Janai led the way. It was the first time in nine years that Amaya had been in Xadia. It felt different being there just to talk instead of going to kill.

    Deep down she knew this wouldn't be the last time she'd be in Xadia to see Janai and the more she thought about it, the more she was okay with it. Fate would have brought them together for a reason and maybe that reason was simply to love each other.