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Raiden

Raiden was thirteen when his mother was murdered. He had been waiting for her, as he always did at night. She liked to come into his room and tell him stories of another life. Of glorious heros and kings. Adventures he could only imagine in his head. The stories were his favorite thing about bedtime. But one night she never came. 

She always came.

He waited up for hours before he got worried and decided to look for her himself. He left the overly giant bedroom he had been staying in and padded down the marble floors. Raiden and his mother were currently staying in the palace of Arrawyn, per his fathers request. Normally they stayed home in his mothers village, but The shadow king would prefer they lived here. He liked all of his belongings under one roof.

Raiden hated the palace and all the prestigious things that came with it. Like corridors that echoed. It left chills down his spine the way the empty halls made noises all on their own.

He froze suddenly when he actually heard footsteps.

Oh no, he thought, the guards were going to be very angry.

He left his room and disrupted their night. There was no point in backing away, the guards had a knack for finding him, so he decided to make it a little easier and go to them. Then find a great excuse for leaving his room so late at night.

He paused when he found no guards at all at the base of the corridor. No he found something , someone, entirely different.

A girl.

About the same age as him he presumed, maybe a couple years older. She cried. Why was she crying?

She leaned over the edge of where the wall and open window lay attached, staring at the gardens below.

He took a step forward to ask what was wrong but her body froze at the sound and suddenly she was gone. Disappearing from his sight like the flash of a light. He didn't hesitate. He ran to the ledge and felt sick at what he saw.

A body lay in the gardens beneath the willowing trees and among the howling wind.

His mother.

***

Kaida

The shadow realm was different from the light realm. But also the same in many ways. The trees were different, they were dark, the leaves turned to ash the second they hit the ground leaving embers in their wake. The castle and cities were different as well. They were also the color of ash shaped like the peak of a church, pointy and sharp.

Kaida wore a hood covering the shape of her face and her dark short hair. She didn't know if she would be recognized or not in this realm but she wouldn't take any chances.

She knew her job:
Take down the royal guards.

Not kill them of course, they weren't at fault, but distract them.

And of course she was the perfect distraction.
She stopped once she reached the side of the palace, gazing up at the building before her.

"It'll be fine," Mara assured from beside her.
Just the sound of her voice... Mara's soft rasp melted Kaida and gave her the confidence she needed.

Mara would have to scale the wall if she wanted to keep up.

Kaida clenched her fists to stop them from shaking. She didn't know if she could do this. She thought of her father. Her kind, loving, father. His words, never let anyone know what you truly are, who your mother was.

Would she be betraying him by doing this?

She felt a hand on her shoulder and she gazed up into Mara's golden brown gaze. Her hand moved from Kaidas shoulder to her hand, grasping it tighty. Please don't touch me like that. I can't take it. "You can do this. I believe you can do this."

Mara leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Kaidas forehead. Kaida jerked back in surprise.
Mara only smiled softly, probably assuming Kaidas reaction was based on her awkwardness. Not because everytime Mara touched her she fell a little more down a never ending well. No matter what, she could always fall more. It was the small things too. The way Mara laughed at certain things. If she laughed too hard it almost sounded like a snort. Or the fact that Mara was kind and gentle and accepting. And she smelled like cherry blossoms and-

What am I doing? Focus Kai.

She called to the power deep within her. It was ancient by now. Rotting deep in her core.  She hasn't used her gift since she was a kid. Well, gift was not the right way of saying it. More like a curse. Her curse.

Kaida was different from the other Royals. They had special abilities like reading minds and healing, but hers was different. Hers caused death. Hers she could not control.

This is for my father. 

She felt the power first in her toes, tingling up her body like a wave of warmth. The burn spread through her stomach transforming her.

The difference was, her mother was not a Devara. Her mother was a shapeshifter. And shapeshifters were perhaps the most dangerous supernatural of all. They were unpredictable, angry, and uncontrollable.

And Kaida had inherited her mothers abilities.
Most shifters could only shift into a select few of forms.

Kaida could shift into whatever she wanted.

She tried it once. She must've shifted into fifty different things. Today she would shift into something big, something that would take a lot of guards to take down.

A dragon.

It was Bash's idea of course, she would never choose it. She was afraid of losing herself, of losing control.

Her eyes burned along with her veins and for the first time in years, she shifted. She shifted into a magnificent and horribly terrifying beast. Her dragon had black scales, heat came off of them in waves. Her eyes were the color of fire, burning and glowing. Her wings ... her wings were beautiful.
She flew up, her head was already starting to get fuzzy.

It only took ten minutes for every single guard in the castle to be out in the courtyard trying to take her down. But they couldn't. Nobody could. She was unstoppable.

Mara and the others were probably well in the castle now doing their jobs and Kaida should probably stop now. But the hunger running through her was so strong. The bloodlust rushing through her veins was like nothing she'd felt before.
She wanted to kill every last one of them at that moment.

She needed to.

She never considered what her mentality would be like in this form. It was different every time she shifted. Her instincts were changed. And right now they were currently telling her to commit murder.
She squeezed her eyes closed reigning the dragon in with everything in her.

Kaida spat fire at the guards below until none of them were left standing.

She shifted back into her normal form and strode towards the palace doors trying to ignore the feeling in the pit of her stomach. Trying to ignore the pure power rushing through her veins like electricity.

as she walked the echoing corridors she tried to convince herself that she wasn't a bad person. That the guards below ... They were fine. She didn't kill them. They just passed out from the heat.

"You're here to kill us aren't you?" a voice said from behind her.

Kaida froze in shock. She turned her head very slowly. A woman with black eyes and golden skin stood behind her. She asked the question with no fear and no hesitation. It was simply asked calmly and ... hopefully?

"You're going to kill the king. Because of what he did to your families."

This one was not a question at all, it was a statement. A fact.

Kaida decided to tell the truth. She didn't know why she did it. But something about this woman felt safe and warm. Kaida felt like she could trust her somehow. "Yes."

The woman didn't look shocked, she looked sad. "He'll be expecting you, he's smarter than he seems he knows-"

"Listen lady I don't-"

"No, you listen," she cut her off sternly.

Kaida shut her mouth immediately.

"I can help you," the woman said.

Kaida took a step forward observing the woman a little more. She took on a gentle tone as if she were a mother speaking to her daughter. She didn't feel dangerous and she didn't act like she was, she was the opposite of most Greer. 

"Who are you?"

"Who I am doesn't matter, I need you to listen to me carefully. What's your name dear?"

"Kaida."

"Kaida," she repeated softly, it made kaida feel special for some reason. "Listen Kaida, the king knows you're here, it's a trap. He's not even in the castle, he's far from here."

"Why are you telling me this? Why are you helping me?"

"Because," the woman said. "I want him dead too."

A Greer wants her king dead?

"He's down south, in a small village for a couple of days. I'm the only one who knows of his location."

"Wait, but then ... if i show up there and try to kill him and fail ..."

"He'll know it was me and he'll kill me, or my boy."

"Your boy?"

"My son."

"Oh."

"You must do it anyway," the woman said frantically.

"What? But-"

The woman smiled softly and just then Kaida thought that maybe she was a bit out of her mind. "Don't worry about that, I have a way to keep my boy safe." 

"But what about you?"

"Don't worry about me."

Yes, Kaida thought, this woman is insane.

And suicidal.

"The village is down south, there's a big clock tower right in the middle of it, he should be in there."

Kaida stuck her chin out. "And how do I know if this is a trap or not?"

The woman smiled again, she walked backwards towards the edge of the open balcony. "To ensure that my son does not get murdered because of what I told you, it must seem like you forced me to tell you."

Kaida frowned. "I don't understand."

"It was nice meeting you Kaida." she stepped up onto the ledge...

"Wait! NO!" Kaida shouted and ran towards the woman but she had already lept. Kaida watched her fall, helplessly with nothing she could do to stop it. She closed her eyes before the woman hit the ground.

She felt tears fall from her face.

She heard footsteps behind her and whipped around.

A boy stood behind kaida, small but maybe only a couple years younger than her. She saw his eyes and knew who he was. He looked exactly like the woman who had helped her.

It was the woman's son she spoke of.

He had the same golden brown skin and the same black eyes, the only difference was, while her hair was the color of ash, his was the color of snow.

He made a move to step towards her but she ran, she was gone before his foot hit the ground. 

**

Kaida found the town, now, she took the form of a small bird. She flew into the clocktower slipping through the cracks. She searched everywhere.

But the king was not there.

She searched the rest of the town but there was no sign of the demon king.

A horrible thought struck her.

That woman died for nothing.

***

Avaryn

"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."

When you hear that quote from Shakespeare, do you agree with him? Maybe nod your head and think about how true it is? Agreeing with it even tho you don't fully grasp what you are hearing?

But do you ever think that maybe, just perhaps, you are one of those devils?

Since I was a kid I always knew I was one of them. 

I tried my best to be good and act good but there's always a thought in the back of my head, a yearning in the pit of my stomach, a burn in my veins, a hunger. And it never goes away.

A finger snapped in front of my face and I focused once again on my surroundings.

"Why are you staring off into the distance all mysteriously?" Ever asked and then looked into the treeline where my eyes were apparently directed.

"There's literally nothing there."

he looked back at me.

"Ohhh I see, you're being dramatic. You're waiting for your demon prince to come and give you that demon dick-"

I shoved him in the side and he stumbled at the force of my blow. "Fuck off, Crestwood."

"Hey! There's no need to be hostile and bitchy."

"Really? cause you're always hostile and bitchy, Ever."

"Okay now you're just being a mean bitch."

I ignored him and took a look around. The others had already made their way inside of the small palace. We were in Mara's kingdom of the light realm, Stormcav, hiding from the elders and the shadow king.

I gazed behind me, waiting.

"He's not coming," said Ever from beside me. "He made his choice."

"I know," I replied. But there was still something in me that felt like he was right there. Why do I even care? Instead of feeling longing I decided to feel anger. It's been days. Days. he left me. And I'm angry. Raiden can do whatever he likes, I don't care. Not anymore.

Ever put an arm around me, in a comforting sort of way. "Come on kid, I'll show you to your room."

I rolled my eyes at his use of 'kid'. If anything I was more mature than him.

The Stormcav castle was different from the others I'd seen before. There were rugs with more warm undertones and designs and tapestries that actually looked like they meant something. Mara seemed to also take pride in how pretty her palace was, even though it was smaller than most.

"This is the library," she said, "there's not many books in there that matter or aren't boring but there's still some use to it."

The library reminded me of the one in the crestwood mansion at the academy, it was small but that didn't take away from its grandness.

We ate dinner next, the food was magnificent, it was a traditional Stormcav dish and it was probably the best thing i had ever eaten in my life.

Afterward we sat in a small sitting room around a fireplace while the Devaras told me stories of their lives.

"I'm sorry, can we go back a bit?" I said, cutting off Ever as he spoke. "Did you just say you were friends with Jack the ripper?"

"I wasn't friends with him, I just happened to meet him a few times while I was staying in london."

"Okay but isn't his identity a mystery, how do you know it was him?"

He rolled his eyes like I should know better. "It's a mystery to humans, us devaras know everything."

"Ever, stop being a lying idiot," said Nyan, who had a bottle of wine in her hand that was almost empty. "You did not know jack the ripper."

Ever gasped and put a hand to his chest. "You dare call me a liar, sister? Well, i'll just have to make a phone call to my friend jack and tell him that my sister is a bitc-"

Bash flicked him on the forehead. "Don't call your sister a bitch."

Ever groaned, the sarcasm rolling off him like heat waves. "Yes father."

In that moment they were all so human, it was easy to forget who they really were when spending time with them. They all acted so normal. I realized how much I missed them and their foolish conversations like this one.

After the night dragged on and everyone went to bed it was only Bash and I left in the sitting room.
I stared at the fire. If I put my hand in there right now, would it burn me? Was I invincible to all fire or only the fire I stole from Raiden?

I looked at my palm. Could I still summon a flame with Raiden gone?

My eyes shut closed and I searched for the power within me. And I felt it, though it was small and fragile. I opened my eyes to see a small red and blue flame on my finger tips.

"That's beautiful," said Bash.

I jumped, I had almost forgotten he was there, I remembered how easy it was for him to sneak up on people.

"How do you do it?"

I looked down at the flame. "I'm not sure, it always comes easily." There was silence for a moment and I turned my head to look at him for the first time. "I thought you hated all things Greer."

He frowned at my words. "Why would you think that? I don't. I hate their king ... and maybe their prince just a little bit."

I chuckled at his hesitancy. "Don't worry, Raiden hates you too."

Amusement sparkled in those green eyes of his. "Why is that? I can't remember doing anything to offend him."

"I'm not exactly sure."

"Well, maybe he'll come around."

"Yeah, maybe."

Though I knew it was a lie.

"So should we start strategizing and planning-?"

"Ryn," Bash cut me off, staring intently. "Get some rest."

"But we need to-"

"Yes I know, and we will, but take the night off okay? Get some sleep. We can save the world in the morning."

I sighed and nodded my head.

I always thought it was strange in the movies how the kids were the ones who ended up saving the world. But now I think I understood.

Kids were the only ones stupid enough to be heros.

***

Everson

The wine in Evers hand had run empty and it was time for a fresh bottle, one that would put him in a very deep and uninterrupted sleep. He felt like he hadn't slept in days. He wasn't even drunk yet, not by his standards, surprisingly. He was like a baby in a way, it was laughable and pathetic, babies couldn't sleep without milk and he could never really sleep until he was blackout drunk.

He made his way to the kitchens, grabbing what he needed when he got there and headed for his rooms. The castle was quiet at this time of night. Everyone had gone to sleep and the only thing to be heard was the soft sound of crickets outside in the night. And maybe a wolf howling, though Ever wasn't even sure if there were any wolves here and, frankly, he didn't care all that much.

He was starting to care very little about anything these days. His thoughts drowned out everything around him and made him less aware, the alcohol helped. The alcohol made his thoughts fade away, it made his feelings go away, it made everything better, if not for a moment and that was enough. He didn't care if it was temporary, he didn't care if it was only one second of numbness, he would take it.

It was better than all the other outcomes and possibilities. Better than having to live in his body with his own thoughts. When he did that, without the alcohol or drugs, it was ... well it was like he was dying but there was nowhere to go. There was no outcome to the death, it was just ... pain. And call him a coward but he would rather live without it.

He suddenly stopped in his tracks when he heard something.

Or Someone.

He leaned closer into the door where the noise was coming from, his first thought was that someone was totally getting laid.

But after a minute he realized this person was crying. He recognized who it was and burst into the room.

His sister was on her knees, tears falling from her face and onto the cold marble floor.

He went to her immediately, dropping to the carpet, his wine long forgotten. He searched her with his eyes. "What happened? Are you hurt?"

She grabbed at him, for a hug. Or at least that's what he thought in the moment, instead she lifted her hand and slapped him across the face.

His head flung back at the force of it.

His first thought through the shock was, damn she has a pretty good swing.

His second was, what the hell did I do now?

He turned his head towards his sister and realized the tears were out of sadness and anger. He'd never really seen her be anything other than happy, it was a strange and heartbreaking sight. He broke her. "Nyan, what the fuck-"

"Why didn't you just tell me?" she hissed at him like a snake ready to bite his head off. He had to admit she was actually kind of terrifying.

He blinked, lost, but then it hit him.  "Avaryn told you, didn't she?"

Nyans eyes widened. "Ryn knows?"

Oh, shit, he thought with a wince, I've made it worse. "Then how-?"

She stood up from her place on the floor. "Octavious told me, he told me that you kissed him. And then he broke up with me."

Ever flinched from the shock that hit him. His mouth hung open like an idiotic fish out of water. He was dumbfounded. Octavious ... he... That idiot! He was going to kill him.

Ever let the panic sink in. He thought of all the things that could happen because of this. He could lose Nyan ... he- he could lose them all because of this. They're going to hate him. More than they already did.

"It- it's not what it seems like, I swear-"

"I don't want to hear it-"

"I love him," he says it out loud for the first time. "I'm in love with him, I have been since I was fourteen."

Nyan looked stunned at this. She'd never seen him express emotions like this before. Nobody really had. They were used to him being immature without a care in the world, but most of it was fake. The truth was he did feel things. And he cared more than anyone.

"Why didn't you just tell me that?" she asked quietly. "I would have-"

"Don't. Please don't say that."

"But instead you went behind my back!"

"I didn't mean to-"

She cut him off. "To what, Ever? You didn't mean to lie? You didn't mean to kiss my boyfriend?"

"I didn't lie!"

"Then what do you call that?"

Ever wanted to shrink inside of his body, he didn't know why, he just had the strong urge to be anyone but himself. He wanted to close his eyes and plug his ears and make it stop, just make everything stop.

"It's not lying I just wasn't ready for anyone to know-!"

"What the fuck is going on?" Another voice says, sounding very angry.

Ever turned towards Bash.

Great, now Bash was involved.

Bash took one look at the situation, Evers clenched fists and Nyans tearstained face, and decided that it was Evers fault. Which it was, but it hurts a little that he didn't hesitate to blame him.

"What did you do, Ever?" Bash growled and went to stand next to Nyan, putting a hand on her shoulder, and comforting her.

Ever never got a comforting hand, not that he was expecting anything different. 

Nyan cried again, leaning into Bash, and Ever felt like he had been punched in the gut as bile rose in his throat. He hated the way they both looked at him. Like everything was always his fault, which it was, it always was.

"Please make him leave," Nyan said to Bash.

Bash looked up at him and nodded his head to the door.

Ever didn't have to be told again. "I'm sorry, Ny," he said as he walked past his sister.

"Sorry isn't good enough."  

***

When he reached his room, finally, there was a figure sitting on his bed, waiting for him.

"Get out," Ever bit at Octavious. Anger ran through his veins intoxicating him. Anger directed towards Octavious specifically.

"I had to Everson-"

"No you didn't, you really didn't."

Octavious glared, it wasn't a scary type of glare, he could never really be scary, but it was serious. "I had to tell her okay? I couldn't be with her and lie, it was wrong."

Ever really didn't feel like fighting, not again, not with Octavious but he was also majorly pissed off. "Oh, was it wrong? Who gives a shit!"

"I do! I couldn't continue to be with her and feel this way!"

"What way?"

His dark eyes flashed in the moonlight. "The way I feel about you."

"Bullshit," Ever spat. "Get out of my room, Octavious."

Octavious stuck his chin out, stubbornly, one of the many things Ever loved about him. "No."

"Seriously?"

Octavious stood from the bed and took a step forward. "Not until you admit that you're a little bit happy about me and Nyan breaking up because of you."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"Get out."

"No."

"Octavious I swear to every single god out there if you don't get the fuck out-"

"Say it and I'll leave!"

Fuck this.

And fuck him.

Ever grabbed Octavious by his shirt and kissed him. The kiss was angry and nothing like their first. It was energy and rage and everything in between. His lips were ruff and sweet and Ever never wanted to be parted from them. Never again.

Octavious's hands tangled in Evers blonde locks, tugging on the ends. Ever groaned. This. This was the best feeling he had ever felt. Octavious was better than drugs, he was better than alcohol and everything else that made you feel alive.

Ever drowned in him and he did so willingly.

He was better than all of the things you could feel around you. He shined brighter than the moon and the stars; he was warmer than the sun, his eyes were better to get lost in than the ocean.

And his lips ...

His lips were pure ecstasy. Ever felt like his feet had been lifted off of the ground and he had started floating.

A knock blared in his ears ruining everything.

They pulled away from each other reluctantly.
Octavious stared at Ever wide eyed with swollen lips. It was a look he would die to see again.

"Ever?" a small voice said from behind the door. "Are you there? I want to talk."

No. No, please, not Nyan. She can't see them. That's like rubbing salt in the wound.

"Um," he started, staring at Octavious. "I'm indisposed."

"Oh," she replied. "Okay. I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

Shit. he'd made it worse. He could hear it in her tone.

His gaze stuck to the floor, refusing to look at octavious. Oh god. He was a horrible horrible person. Octavious had only been single for five minutes and he was already betraying his sister again.

"Get out," he whispered to Octavious though he refused to look at his face.

"Ever," Octavious said, there was some kind of pain in his voice and Ever wanted to pretend he imagined it, the break and rasp of Octavious' voice like he was crying. But it was there, right in front of him.

Octavious cared.

He cared about Ever.

Ever squeezed his eyes shut blocking out the thoughts. "Get out, Octavious."

"Fine," it was spat out, like fury was dancing on his tongue along with tears.

He was definitely crying.

Evers heart was in his throat and he felt like he was sick. He wasn't quite sure what he even did wrong. Well, other than being a dick but, he was always a dick. He'd fucked it up, he'd fucked everything up.

The last thing he heard before he drowned in his bottle of wine was the door slamming from behind him.

He never meant to make Octavious cry, he didn't mean to make Nyan cry, he didn't mean to make himself cry. He wondered briefly how three people who loved each other so much could cause each other the worst pain.

***

Avaryn

The days dragged on slowly. I didn't know what I felt anymore. It was like somewhere deep within me, there was rage, but the numbness of my mind pushed it away. I refused to let myself be in pain, there were bigger things I had to do.

Like killing Roz and Kenzo.

Like killing the shadow king. 

I had to get the Vad. There was a chance The king had it by now but I doubted it. It was Raiden who knew its exact location and I also doubted that he told anyone. I was the only one with the power to wield it. The only one with the power to destroy everything. I wondered briefly what that would feel like, having everybody's lives in the palm of my hand and all I had to do was squeeze and make it all go away ... I could make everything go away.

I stared in the mirror at the necklace at my throat, it wasn't mine, I took it from a jewelry box in Mara's room when she was asking my opinion on the dress she was wearing. I suppose I should feel guilty for stealing from my friend. But I felt nothing. Not a speck of guilt.

The scissors in my hand fell to the floor, which was filled with dead blond hair, a small banging sound filled the room. I willed my eyes closed, breathing in, enjoying the beauty of nothingness. A small breeze drafted through the room I was staying in, though I was sure I closed the window. I breathed again, only now the air smells different ... like cinnamon and ...

I opened my eyes and I didn't jump at the body that stood behind me in the mirror. I stared into his ashy gaze, his white hair falling into it, I had the urge to brush it away.

"Go away."

His fingers grazed my arm, and despite me being very pissed off, goosebump trailed my skin. "If that's what you wish."

"Fuck you, Raiden."

His eyebrows rose up his forehead. His eyes flickered to my chest and he dared to look amused. "That's a pretty necklace, where did you get it from?"

I hated that he knew me. It was infuriating. I was not giving into any of his jabs. "Mara gave it to me."

"Did she?" his fingertips traveled up my bare arm. I didn't shake them off. They just felt so .. good. I haven't felt good in a while.

I looked him straight in the eyes in the mirror. "Yes, she did."

"It's scary that you are such a good liar."

"Right back at you."

I resisted the urge to lean against him when his fingers reached my chest right below my neck. It was taking all my willpower not to move. Instead of his fingers traveling along my neck they went into my hair that now hung above my shoulders and just below my jaw.

"I love it by the way," he said into my ear, referring to my chopped hair.

"It's not meant for you to love."

I could see him behind me in the mirror, his chest almost touching my back, but not quite, and yet he still had so much effect on my body. His mouth was almost touching my ear, but instead he stared into my eyes in the reflection, teasing me, daring me.

"I miss you," he whispered, his breath right there. I finally let myself feel the effect he had on me, shivers crawled down my spine like a million tiny spiders.

I missed him too, instead I said the other words hanging in my head.

"I don't trust you."

He looked visibly pained, not breaking eye contact with me. "I don't trust myself either."

His lips just barely grazed the skin below my ear. I took in a sharp breath.

I too didn't trust myself.

He tucked my hair behind my ear with only one finger. And then finally, a kiss, on my pulse where my heartbeat now fluttered. He placed another one in the center of my throat, his mouth was achingly slow and hot. I didn't know if it was with the purpose of torturing me or if he wanted to savor the taste of my skin. I let my head fall back against his shoulder.

"Avaryn," he whispered my name with no real purpose other than he liked the sound of it on his lips.

And then there was a loud banging on my door.

"Avaryn!" Ever whined from outside my door. "Let me in bitch, I need to talk to you."

I flinched away from Raiden. I turned around finally facing him but he was gone in seconds, shadowing away from me. Leaving me alone once again.

"Come in," I said to Ever.

"You're never going to guess what happened-" he cut himself off to gape at the sight of me. His eyes had gone wide and his mouth flopped open and closed like a fish out of water.

"What the fuck happened to your hair?"

***

Surprise my children 😫. Okay Ik y'all probably hate me and I'm sorry okay. But like I had the worst writers block. i stared at a blank page for like ten minutes and no words came to my mind. I still have it btw. This chapter took two months to write anyway.

I'm very sorry. Please don't send me angry messages or death threats 😫

Also sorry this is short and that there's so many povs.

Writing just feels like a chore lately and idk why.

As always feel free to correct my grammar if there are any mistakes ;)

Don't ask me when I'm gonna post again because besties I have no clue 😭

Enjoy this fanart of Sam and celana that I picture as Raiden and Ryn.

Their @ is in the bottom corner and their on insta 😚

Also I tried to make his hair white and it just looks horrid. Okay bye y'all have nice year lmao.