Shadows Birthright | MYG

Shadow’s Birthright | MYG

Chapter 9: Angel's Breath

Plot: Riding in on thunder and lightning, two princes are born. But a crown cannot be shared. It can only be worn by one and one alone. The hands of man have separated the brothers, allowing one to live in wealth and comfort inside the palace while the other grows up among commoners. But Fate cannot be destroyed by the hands of man. A shared destiny reunites the brothers; one to become a king who descends into madness and the other will rise as a dragon whose journey has only just begun in order to claim a crown he does not desire to have.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: series | historical!au | fantasy!au | angst | romance | drama | tragedy

Pairing: Min Yoongi (Lee Yoon) x Female OC (Kalina Shuri)

Warnings: Historical setting, caste system, magic/sorcery, graphic violence, disturbing graphic images, religious tones, angst, slow burn, smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08

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Word Count: 2,543

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AN: So, was anyone worried? Because I was...kinda sorta...maybe...

P.S. Please bear in mind that while the historical accuracy will be mostly correct, I am setting this in a time period in Joseon history where there was no such thing as a king who had a twin brother. Obviously that’s where the fiction/creative freedom is going to come in. Everything else will be period accurate, trust and believe.

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“Every moment hesitated is a moment gone from life.” - Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Yoongi bit his thumbnail as he waited with the others in one of the many backstreets of the Crown City. Despite his protests, they all agreed that it was best to hide themselves and meet in secret versus rendezvousing back at the tavern. He was pacing back and forth, his nerves completely frayed from having to anticipate the arrival of his friends. It shouldn’t have taken them this long. Yet the night continued to creep on steadily and before long, the lights from most of the lanterns were doused and vendors were closing their shops for the night.

“You’re going to create a trench if you keep it up.”

Seokjin’s voice interrupted Yoongi’s pacing, causing him to lift his gaze to meet his friend’s. Everyone else huddled around him, but thankfully not enough for him to feel crowded. He was keenly aware of their concern and as much as he appreciated it, there was a lingering ache of doubt pulsing around his chest. Regardless of how desperate he was for answers, it didn’t need to result in anything untoward happening to his comrades. 

A hand clapped his shoulder roughly, shaking him just a bit. Craning his neck, he peered back into Hoseok’s face as he gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m sure everything is fine.”

Seconds after the words spilled from his mouth, they all heard scuffling footsteps rushing in their direction. Everyone was immediately on alert, their bodies tensing as they waited for whoever was approaching them. But instead of relief washing over them upon seeing Taehyung, dread snatched at Yoongi’s heart when it was clear that Jimin was being all but dragged alongside him. His friend’s complexion looked unusually fair and the sweat shone on his brow from the light of the moon.

Namjoon and Yoongi were at their side in an instant as the others moved around, creating a small storm of chaos in the backstreets. Whatever adrenaline was pushing Taehyung at that moment gave out as he collapsed to his knees, taking Jimin right along with him.

“Jimin-ah! Hey!” Hoseok shook him, trying to get his friend to respond. 

Jimin opened one lid slowly, the white of his eye completely bloodshot. “H-Hyung...nim…” 

Yoongi cupped his face in both of his hands, lifting his head up gently. “What happened to you?!”

He watched his friend opening his mouth to speak. But before he could get the words out, he harshly coughed a spray of red mist. Flecks of blood stained Yoongi’s cheeks and he saw Jimin’s eyes roll to the back of his head. He passed out instantly. Jungkook made a croaking sound behind them, but he barely heard it. Before any of them could stop him, Yoongi was shoving Taehyung out of the way so he could heft Jimin onto his back. 

“H-Hyung-nim!” Namjoon called out to him, but Yoongi was already moving.

“We need to go,” he said, his legs carrying him down the backstreet, “he’s been poisoned.”

There wasn’t time for conversation. Yoongi had no way of determining how long the poison was in Jimin’s system. If he was beginning to cough up blood, however, that meant that it was already reaching his lungs and managed to rupture something. If they couldn’t find an antidote in time, Jimin would not be long for this world. 

Kali! It was the first solution he could come up with. I have to take him to Kali-ssi!

Thankfully, she didn’t live far from the Crown City. They needed to get to their horses and do so in haste. If Yoongi pushed his steed hard enough, they could get to Kali’s home within the hour.

He barely heard his friends yelling after him. With what strength he could muster in his frantic state, Yoongi deposited Jimin onto the horse. Before his friend could fall forward and off the horse, he jumped up and settled himself onto the saddle. He wrapped Jimin’s arms around his waist, gripping the reins tightly in his hands and kicking the horse’s flank with his heels. The horse neighed in response, lunging forward on command as Yoongi began praying that his friend would hold on long enough to reach their destination.

With poison, it was always a race against time.

The cauldron bubbled loudly as Kali stirred the large wooden spoon dipped within. The medicinal aroma filled the open space of her workshop, causing beads of sweat to break out along her forehead. She swiped at her skin with a linen handkerchief, taking a breath as she dropped a few more ingredients into the mixture. Releasing her hold on the spoon, she picked up the two thick wooden sticks and lifted them up from within the depths of the cauldron. Attached to them was a sheet of sheer linen, the center dipping from the weight of some dark substance. 

She quickly shifted the item over a large ceramic bowl, twisting the sticks and tightening the linen so that the juices were squeezed from the makeshift sack she created from it. The dark brown liquid dripped steadily into the bowl and once she was satisfied, she set the sticks and linen to the side. With a wave of her hand, Kali extinguished the flames cooking inside the furnace, the cauldron bubbling a little more quietly now.

Picking up a fan, she waved it over the bowl to cool the mixture. A somber expression painted her features as she fanned, not liking the purpose of the tonic she’d just created. But Kali knew that the quicker she worked, the more prepared she would be when the time came. 

Her vision from the previous night disturbed her.

Just as the tonic began to cool, thundering knocks of desperation boomed from the large wooden gate of her estate. Sighing, she set the fan aside and gathered up her skirts, running to the door. Kali rarely rued the day she refused to have attendants in her home. This was one of those moments. 

She quickly lifted the wooden bracer from the metal supports, pushing the gate open. As she expected, Yoongi was on the other side. His expression was desperate and wild and she wasted no time gesturing for him to come inside. His other companions were hot on his heels. They looked at her curiously, but she ignored them and waited for the last one to enter before shutting the gate closed and replacing the bracer. 

Yoongi whirled around to look at her, the burden on his back barely hanging on to him. “K-Kali-ssi!”

Kali did her best to appear calm as she so often did. The young man was in near tears, but it was clear he was doing everything in his own power to keep himself from breaking down. She reached out to stroke his cheek with one hand while pointing up to the stairs leading into the main house of her estate. 

“Take the first door on the right, Young Master.” She turned to look at the others. “Feel free to accompany him, but do not crowd your friend. I will need space to work.”

Without waiting for their answers, Kali retreated back to her workshop to retrieve the ceramic bowl that was finally cooled down to the desired temperature. It took several hours to prepare the brew and she was thankful for the time to herself to make it. 

Unfortunately, antidotes didn’t just make themselves.

Securing the bowl between her hands, Kali made her way into the manor. There was a rush of voices coming from the guest room and she could sense the apprehension and fear soaking through the walls. Pressing a hand to her forehead to drown out the emotions, she slid the door open. The boys grew silent as she approached, separating themselves from the huddle they were in to allow Kali to pass between them. Yoongi vacated the small stool that was beside the bed and Kali took the seat, her hand reaching out to help the young man who was breathing rapidly. His complexion was growing more ashen with each passing second, but she knew he would be fine. She’d made all the necessary preparations after all.

“Someone please gently rub his throat while I pour this into his mouth.” A hand reached out to help her and as the dark liquid passed his lips, she saw his throat relaxing enough to allow for the medicine to go down easily. When the bowl was empty, Kali smiled and eased the young man back down onto the bed, pulling the blanket up just below his chin. “He’ll be alright. He just needs to rest.”

Collective sighs filled the room as she turned to face Yoongi. He immediately grasped her hand in his, giving it a hard squeeze. She felt him trembling and she forced the smile to remain on her features to help ease whatever anxieties were left inside of him.

“Thank you so much, Kali-ssi,” he said, collapsing to his knees, “I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”

Kali reached out to stroke his dark hair through her fingers. “There’s nothing to repay, Young Master.” She looked at the others in the room, their eyes moving from her face and down to the floor. Chuckling, she shook her head and stood, bringing Yoongi up with her. “You boys look a little fatigued yourselves. If one of you could fetch your horses and put them in the stables, I will prepare a meal for you.”

The young man with the short beard stepped forward, his brows furrowing. “No, we can’t impose. You’ve already done enough by helping our friend.”

“Nonsense.” Reaching into the sleeve of her robe, she pulled out a strip of satin and began tying her sleeves back so they were out of her way. “Your friend will need to rest for a couple of days. Moving him from this bed is ill advised. You may as well stay until he’s fully recovered.” 

And before she could hear anymore protests, she exited the room and began heading toward the kitchen. Kali was barely inside the expansive space when she felt arms encircling her waist, forcing her to a halt. Without having to turn around, she already knew who it was. She gave his hand a gentle pat. 

“There, there,” she cooed, feeling Yoongi’s arms tighten around her waist, “none of that, understand?”

“K-Kali-ssi…” The sob he uttered was muffled into her robes. “...it’s my fault. It’s all my fault!”

She frowned, turning slowly in his arms. Yoongi’s head was lowered, as if he was ashamed to look into her eyes. Dissatisfied with this, she gently grasped his chin and lifted his face so that he was forced to look at her. Tears brimmed his dark eyes, threatening to spill down his cheeks. She quickly swiped at them, stroking her thumbs along his cheeks.

“None of this was your fault, Young Master.”

“Yes it is!” He shut his eyes tight, his brows furrowing and creating harsh lines on his forehead. “This happened because of me!”

Her eyes narrowed. “Why? Because you saw someone else with your face and had questions?” She watched his eyes open, wide with shock presumably at how unsurprised her voice sounded. “You simply wanted to ascertain the truth, did you not? So how is that any fault of yours?”

Yoongi’s lower lip trembled. He visibly appeared to be struggling with what to say and she patiently waited for him to gather his thoughts to the best of his ability. It hurt her to see him in this state, but she knew that this was also part of his destiny. This moment in his life was unavoidable. The hands of man could only intervene so much before Fate decided it had enough. 

Today was that day. This was simply the beginning.

Kali felt Yoongi shift under her grasp, trying to avert his gaze again. She wouldn’t let him. This time she cupped his cheeks in her palms, forcing him to keep his eyes locked onto her own. Tears continued to leak from his eyes and she knew he was in pain. But he couldn’t run from this. There would be no running from any of this.

“I don’t know what’s happening.” Yoongi gripped her elbows, as though he were trying to keep himself from falling. “I don’t know what’s going on anymore!”

Smiling, Kali gathered him up into her arms and wrapped him in what she hoped was a soothing embrace. He openly sobbed into her chest, curling his fingers into her back while she, in turn, rubbed soothing circles against his. Yoongi truly was too good; too pure and innocent. Even in the middle of his own muddled thoughts, he was berating himself for involving his friends in helping him to seek answers to questions he didn’t realize he had. There was no shame in that. It wasn’t a crime to ask for help. Kali knew he would need to continue to do just that for as long as he walked this road Fate placed him on.

“I cannot tell you what is happening, Young Master. It is not my place to do so.” She felt him hiccup against the crook of her neck, causing her to close her eyes while carding her fingers through his hair. “You must continue to seek the answers for yourself. You’ve reached your first crossroad and it is time for you to decide which direction you will go from here on out.”

Pulling away from her, he peered down into her face. His expression was torn between two different emotions. Kali had an idea of what those two feelings were, but she remained silent. 

Yoongi’s lips formed into a thin line before parting to speak. “What if I make the wrong choice?”

“It doesn’t matter which choice you make.”

His eyes flashed with anger. “Why doesn’t it matter? What the hell does that even mean?!”

“What I am telling you,” she replied calmly, “is that whatever choice you make is neither right nor wrong. It is simply a choice. It will help shape your future, but it will not change the end result.”

It was like gravity suddenly tugged at Yoongi’s knees, forcing him to the ground. Kali gathered herself onto the floor with him as his hands fell dejected at his sides. It was too early for him to feel defeated. He had to stand up and take his destiny by the horns. There would be much more heartache in the future and there would be nothing she could do to stop it. All the sorceress could do was help him along the way. 

She sighed, reaching out to place her hands on his shoulders. “You really are too good for this world…”

Yoongi buried his face into his hands and Kali watched as he gave a muffled groan in despair. But this would be temporary. He had to be able to overcome this small hurdle. If he couldn’t, then it would mean the end. The dragon would die before it could rise up from the muddy ditch he was reared in. Kali knew she couldn’t let that happen.

She would die before she would let it.

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..And now I lay me down to sleep.

I pray my sins to stay buried down deep.

A voice whispers to take one more, just another bite, just another minute.

Just another kiss.

Just another word to shred someone’s confidence.

Just another….

You are consumed by the thought of one more.

You are possessed by the thought of just another.

For years you’ve fed into this vice, letting yourself fall into the depth of sin.

Surely, you will repent when your life expires.

But if what that sin required payment?

What if that sin was given form because of your misdeeds?

Will that Sin thank you?

Or will that Sin torment you?

What lesson could be learned when..

Lust..

..Envy

..Wrath

..Greed

..Gluttony

..Sloth

..and Pride - show up at your door? In your room? At your job?

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Hi I just wanted to say call of the Amazon is AMAZING! The Namjoon wearing lingerie concept blew me away completely and I’m just speechless over how amazing it is 🥺 switch joon is a concept that should def be written more abt I hope to find more works like these!! Ur awesome for writing this

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