(A/N I'm only doing one more of these for another looked-over character, but it might take a while)

The kingdom of Liblicen, just twn miles of ocean separating it, is very different from Goldeneye. The continent is home to the highest number of hybrids, mages, and Zemrlt of corse. A small number of humans also call the colorful land home. The plants and animals seemed to have almost soaked in the magic of the many mages, changing and developing unique features found no where else. The main form of communication was a system of sign language, only taught in Liblicen. Many of the Zemrlt weren't even able to speak. A wide variety of healing plants grow deep in the seeming endless forests. The capital is tucked into the middle of this large forest. Paved roads connect all the other cities to it. This is where our young mute first met Don, a Zemrlt of Royal lineage.

I tug on my mon's dress, scared of the growing darkness. Imaginary monsters seem to be reaching out for me. My mom looks down at me, seeing my worried face. "It's ok honey, we're almost to you cousin's house. And then we can finally teach you some Liblicen sign language", she smiles at me, making hand signs that originated from Goldeneye. My mommy is from across the ocean, but my daddy was born here. We're going to see him right now. He went ahead of us to bring our stuff their for then next month. I've never met daddy's family before. I hope that they're nice. Will they hate it that I can't speak?

     But with my own voice muted, I've always been able to hear others more clearly. So, I hear the quite crunch of leaves on the forest floor. I immediately stop walking to listen. My mommy stops too, trying to gently tug me forward. I make a small whimpering sound, even as it makes my throat burn. My mom, surprised, looks down at me. "Sweety, are you ok?", she asks me. I move to cling to her leg as I hear the sound come closer. Mommy finally hears it and whips her head up to look at the dark forest around us.

The first thing I can make out are the eyes. Piercing green eyes that stare straight at me. It moves forward, steps slow and steady. My mother swears, making me flinch, before drawing the sword from the sheath on her back. My mother has always been so courageous in my eyes. I've always wanted to be like her. This memory of her standing guard with her sword would be forever burned into my memory. I cling to her leg as my mom stares down the wolf. It's nearly a foot taller then the wolves from GoldenEye. Black swirls paint themselves across its gray fur. They're called Shadow Wolves.

     It snarls at my mommy, not seeming to care about her iron blade. It stars circling, never completely leaving the shadows. I don't understand when I feel Mommy pushing me away with her leg. "Listen to me, baby, I need you to walk into the forest. Don't run. Find somewhere to hide, ok? I'll come find you", she whispers to me, not taking her eyes off of the Shadow Wolf. I make a weak attempt at protest, my throat not letting me speak. I quickly try to sign something, but Mommy gives me a slight shove away from her. I can't help it when I start to cry. I shakily start to walk, and I hear slight steps start to follow me, but my mom puts herself in front of the wolf and doesn't let it follow me.

     Pretty soon, I can't see them anymore. Despite what Mommy told me, I start running. I can barely see through the tears blurring my vision. I just want my mom! Why do bad things always happen? It was suppose to get better after this! I'm so lost in my own self-pity that I don't notice the ridge until it's too late. The ground breaks underneath my feet, sending my rumbling down the hill. I feel small rocks scrape and bruise my skin as I roll down to the bottom. And there I lay, battered and heaving for breath. I don't even remember what happened after that. I must have passed out at some point.

     I wake up to the sun shinning into my eyes, and someone gently shaking my arm. I ache all over and I still feel exhausted. But I do wince and open my eyes. I lay on my stomach, and I can just make out a blurry figure crouched in front of me. I remember reaching out for them, too scared to even wonder who it is. I let my eyes fall back closed, making a small whimper despite my throat. Arms suddenly pull me off the ground. I feel a huff of breath on my face as they shakily stand up. They couldn't of been much bigger the me, but I was too delirious at the time to think straight. But I'll always remember the sharp ridges of bone I could feel rub against my back.

This time, I wake up to a soft pillow in my face. A blanket is covering me up, and bandages are wrapped around most of my body. I shift underneath the blanket. I flinch when I hear someone jumps to their feet and come over to where I lay. It shocks me enough that I open up my eyes. It takes them a minute to focus, but then I see a face hovering over me. A pair of gray and blue eyes, pale skin, brown hair so dark that it's almost black. He smiles at me when he sees that I'm awake. I can only stare at him, wide eyed as he makes complex gestures with his hands. A few look similar to the ones I know, but I don't really understand what he's trying to say. 'Forest' 'hurt' 'home' are a few of the ones I can make out.

     Pushing myself slowly into a sifting position, I use my hands to ask 'Who are you?'. He looks at me with a confused face before clearing his throat. "H-Hello?", he says, his voice sounding scratchy. I hesitantly wave a little to him. He smiles even wider, it that's possible at this point. He quickly goes to the other side of the room and digs through a chest. This is when I looked around, suddenly realizing that I'm in a bedroom. His bedroom. I turn back to find a paper and a pen being shoved into my face.

I'm not the best reader, but Mom's been trying her best to teach me. Written on the paper in messy ink is 'my name is Don, what is yours?'. I look at Don's excited face before taking the paper from him. I write down 'i can not spel it'. My name is long and even hard to sign. Don seems to think for a minute before writing 'can I give you a name like mine? what about Sub?'. I nod my head, liking the sound of it. Before we can 'talk' about anything else, the door to the room opens. Dona and I both look at each other, before looking at the door. A man and a women stand their, pale with dark hair just like Don. And their looking right at me.

Don's parents weren't very thrilled at first to see me. I was human, after all. It wasn't until later that I realized Don was royalty. He was the eighth royal member in line for the throne, three spots away from actually having to learn how to lead. And Don never had any ambition for a higher position. He was just happy about doing the best he could. Bringing me home was apparently the first time Don had stepped out of line. He was seven, and I was four at the time. I have no doubt in my mind that I would have died in the forest if he hadn't found me.

     But Don didn't just save me life. He gave me a life, a purpose. Zemrlt only usually have one child, but Don claimed me as his brother, his 'Sib'. I'm still not sure how he did it, but five years later, we were training together alongside soldiers three times my age. I remember people questioning why I was there. Don always made it very clear that I would be wherever he was. And when he won a position as a Liblicen army captain, he immediately made me his second in command. That's when he also won his mask, covering everything except his eyes. It's something that all Liblicen royalty wore after some war a long time ago. I've never been one to really care about history.

     I haven't been able to talk since I was one, but that actually made me fit in better. I wasn't weird around Don. He taught me Zemrlt sign language, although I never forgot the GoldenEye ones. I learned the Liblicen fighting styles, still wanting to be a strong as my mother who I barely remember. I grew up as Sub, a mute human among the Zemrlt royalty. This could be part of the reason that Don and I were sent on the mission that tore us apart.

     It was meant to be simple. A quick visit to our allied western kingdom, and then right back to Liblicen. GoldenEye was in its third war in 20 years, and our Queen was getting a little sick of risking her people in their battles. Don and I were going to see just how bad this kingdom really need our help. And if a war was worth it for us. We would also be meeting with Len, Liblicen's foreign representative. Don was so exited to see a human continent, so much that he practiced his speech for the whole month before we were leaving. I won't even mention how sea sick we both were on the boat.

     'This place is so beautiful! Not Liblicen pretty, but a GoldenEye type of pretty', Don signs to me, staring in awe at the towering castle. 'The architecture and city lay-out is so different from Liblicen', I easily sign back. Don gives me what I'm sure is a smile, his mask hiding it from view. We both wear chain armor, Don bearing a short spear, and I having a pair of daggers. The short spear shows his status, my daggers meant to just show that Don had back up if things went South. But it won't come to that. GoldenEye is our ally.

The two of us soon met with the GoldenEye King and Don's uncle, Len. I never was one for politics. I don't even remember what was said. But I do know that Don decided to wait for Goldeneye's war to progress, to see how bad it gets without our help. If only things had been different.

'Well, that went better than expected', I sign to Don as we walk back out of the castle. 'The king did seem only a little furious with me', Don signs back, the corner of his eyes crinkling with a smile. Quickly making the sign for laughter, I follow Don as we move between the buildings, trying to get back to the docks a little faster. It wasn't until a heard a shoe scuff the ground that I spun around. Don stops with me, also turning to see two men with gleaming weapons. "What's is this!?", Don growls, his voice gravely. "We haven't had any Zemrlt roaming around these parts in ages. The king would of noticed if his precious advisor went missing", one guy sneers.

"What has that got to do with anything!", Don fires back. "Don't play dumb, you know why we want you", the second says. This is when it finally donned on me what they were talking about. It had been outlawed in Liblicen and GoldenEye, but when the two continents were still at war with each other, it was common for Zemrlt prisoners to have the armored ridges on their bodies to be removed. The material was melted with iron to make nearly indestructible weapons. These sick people wanted to kill my brother.

It all happed so fast after that. I'm not sure how I convinced him, but I got Don to run. More people came out of hiding, but the most important thing is that I got my brother out of that ally. I wasn't so lucky. It's like when Don found me the first time, but I'm on my own now. Everything went blurry past a certain point. I just knew that these people were furious at me for helping Don get away.

I was severely outnumbered, and only managed to seriously wound four of them before being beaten to the ground. I must have taken a bad hit the head, because I still have the scar more then six years later. "A date worse than death" is what the humans wanted for me after I cost them 'their prize'. I couldn't think much through the haze in my mind, but I was not expecting to get dragged to a jungle. Why go through all that work? Why not just kill me? They must have really been mad at me.

I finally regained enough consciousness to think after the assassins had found me. I think my silence amused them. They tried, and failed, to make me speak for at least three days. I was too beaten up to do much, anyways. Fingers on both my hands were broken. So, as I finally found myself alone in some rickety tree house, I was surprised to see a kid wander in. Couldn't of been older then 15. My twentieth birthday had just been a few weeks before this trip. How can someone so little end up in this place? He didn't even look very strong. He kept glancing around nervously, looking like he was about to get in trouble. Carrying a gray hoodie and with a narwhal horn strapped to his head, I wasn't too sure what to think of him.

     "H-Hello? ........ My name is Ross", he mumbles when he's standing next to the bed I've been stuck in.  Not wanting to let my guard down, I keep my face blank and just watch to see what he'll do. Ross seems uncomfortable with my silence. "Um, I-I just wanted to come and tell you DON'T DRINK THE RED JUICE!", he suddenly screams at me, the nervousness in his voice switching to desperation. It makes me flinch back from his loud voice. Ross flinches at his own voice, before quickly scampering back out the door. I remember spending the entire next day trying to make sense of the strange kid.

But I listened to him. Roughly a week later, I was finally able to walk around without much pain. I still have no idea how I survived. It was that same day that I found a wine glass sitting on the small table on the room. I dumped it out the window. Better safe then sorry, right? That Ross kid seemed pretty spooked over the 'red juice'. I eventually grew stronger, a few scars etched into my skin. I new that Don would be back in Liblicen by this point. Everyone I know probably thinks I'm dead. Well, I'm sure my sib will refuse to believe it. I'm in unfamiliar territory, and I have nowhere else to go. Many of the Zemrlt believe in fait and destiny, so I learned to trust that things will be okay. If I'm alive, it's for a reason, and something out their wants me to be here. So I'll wait.

It was a little over a year later when something finally happened. The 'insane assassins' knew to let me be by this point. I actually enjoyed their company now and then. It's weird how all this 'end of the world' stuff can unite people from such different backgrounds. But on this particular day, I saw someone who I recognized. It was just for a moment, but I swore that I was looking at the face of the 'dead' GoldenEye prince. I saw him briefly in the castle when I went their with Don. I thought to myself, 'Welp, looks like it's up to me to save this empire. When the right time comes, I'll have to drag that boy's royal behind back to the capital'.

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A lot can change in a few days. I stare out to sea, breathing in the salty air with the breeze brushing against my hair. I'm finally going back home. The word feels so foreign to me now. I wonder how everyone will react with my sudden 'resurrection'.

Someone comes up on my side and leans against the rails of the ship. I smile already knowing who it is. 'So...... how's life been?', I ask him. "Idiot", Don says out loud in his scratchy voice, before quickly signing, 'How could you make me worry about you for 5 years? Do you know how boring all those General meetings were without you!?'. 'Yah, Yah, I get it. Love you too, big brother', I sign back. Don laughs at that, the sound resonating around the empty air. Looks like happily ever afters do come true. I know that I've found mine.

I'm going home.