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February 7, 2006
Her fingers traced the tiny key's features over and over. It didn't make sense. Her mom was in the kitchen doing the dishes.
There was a knock at the door and her mom asked her to get it. She set the key onto the coffee table and shuffled over to the door. She opened the door and froze. Two men stood there. Both wearing blue uniforms with red stripes and white buttons. Both were holding white hats. "Mrs. Brooks?" the man in front asked softly. Terisa didn't respond she just stood there completely frozen.
"I'm Mrs. Brooks," Terisa's mom said coming to the door. "This is my daughter…" her mom trailed off as she looked at who was standing there. "No…" Terisa heard the faint whisper.
"I'm so sorry," the man began. Terisa didn't hear anything else. Everything around her began to crumble.

March 6, 2006
The next month was a daze for Terisa. Family had been coming and going there entire time. Terisa didn't leave her room though. Her hair was a mess, and she hadn't showered in almost two weeks. She barely ate, and she knew that people were starting to worry about her.
A tiny knock on the door reached her ears and then her mom stepped in. She was holding something in her hands. "I found this on the coffee table a few weeks back," she whispered. "Is it yours?" She held out the tiny key that Terisa had.
"Yeah," Terisa replied taking the key. "It was one of my gifts."
"Do you know what it goes to?"
"No," Terisa replied bluntly. "It's not like it matters though."
"Look around sweety, I'm sure you'll find what it opens," her mom said before standing up and walking out. Closing Terisa's door behind her. Terisa looked at the key for a moment. Then she had an idea. She slid off of her bed and pulled a couple boxes out from under her bed. Then she reached all the way back and pulled one more box out. This box was a small wooden chest. It was locked with a small silver lock that she didn't have the key for.

November 16, 2005
"Why do you have to go?" Terisa asked looking up at the man next to her. They were both sitting in a huge oak tree.
"Why does a male lion leave to patrol his land?" the man asked.
"To make sure intruders don't get in and hurt his cubs and lionesses," Terisa answered.
"Well, I'm doing the same thing," he said. "I have to go and make sure that you and your mother are safe, just like the lion does."
Terisa was quiet for a moment. "But what if you get hurt?" He didn't respond. "Dad, what if you get hurt?"
"You see this key?" he asked, holding up a tiny silver key. Terisa nodded, and he pulled out a piece of string. He then tied the string to the key and secured it to the tree. "On the 6th of February, I want you to come out here and get this key okay?"
"Next year's February?" Terisa asked.
"Next year's February," he confirmed.
"What's it for?" she asked, climbing over to take a closer look at the key. There was a pretty pink jewel in the center of the bow.
"You'll see," he replied, just as he started climbing out of the tree. Terisa followed him down and they started back towards the house.

March 6, 2006
On the top of the chest was small pinkish jewel, and when Terisa compared it to the key, they matched. With a little bit of a struggle she managed to fit the tiny key into the lock. With a click the latch came loose and the lid opened a tiny amount.
She set the key down next to her and gently lifted the lid. Inside the box was a piece of folded paper, and under the paper was a beautiful necklace. It was silver. The pendant was a small silver heart with a blue sapphire heart in the middle of it. In tiny black letters on the bottom of the heart was her name. After thoroughly inspecting the necklace she turned her attention to the note that had been on top.

"Happy Birthday,
Terisa, you've grown into a beautiful young woman, with the heart of a lioness. I'm supposed to be back today, just in time for your sixteenth birthday. So if you've opened this before I'm back just know that I love you and am proud of the beautiful young lady that you have become. Please continue being the strong girl that I know you are.
Daddy."

Terisa stared at the note for a moment, before it slipped out of her fingers and onto the floor. And for the first time since she'd heard the news, she cried. Clutching the necklace in one hand and burying her face into her knees, she bawled.
One day. He had been one day away from coming home.

ok this is very out of context, so Rei and Ki are a bonded mage and fairy/familiar pair who grew up together since childhood in a very cold family setting. This is also completely a first draft and unedited, and will be in comic format eventually anyways so go easy on it ^_^

This is so far ahead in my story than I have planned, but for some reason all the angsty scenes are what I have inspiration for so ¯\(ツ)/¯

Oi, DIP, are you ever going to spoiler-tag your post like Dom asked you to?

TW: child abuse. I wrote this a while ago, so it's not top-notch writing, even with some quick editing.

Girl gives therapists a run for their money with what's going on inside her head

That is, if she ever gave them the time of day

uhhh

Tess does/becomes a lot of things that I'm too lazy to list

TW: smoking, brief suicidal ideation
Also shoddy formatting since I didn't want to make a mega paragraph lol

@Pickles-EmpressOfKangarooRatsAndAceSnail

@Pickles-EmpressOfKangarooRatsAndAceSnail

If you don't stop, I'm going to steal him away from you and give him the love he deserves

@Pickles-EmpressOfKangarooRatsAndAceSnail

If you don't stop, I'm going to steal him away from you and give him the love he deserves

He'll get some eventually, I promise
But hey, if you want to write about him being happy, I won't stop you

Thank you, it made me very sad

The abomination had come closer to the cowering child. A clawed hand began to reach downwards, getting ready to take the small child, to crush it without so much of a second glance. However, a sudden roar, fire dancing.

The monstrosity never had a chance. The black dragon had taken full advantage, not giving the abomination an inch to even regain its footing or fight back. The attempt it tried, only left it in more agony, till finally, a 'crunch'. The dragon's furious attack and searing flames eventually led to the abomination's skull being crushed.

The towering brute fell forward, seemingly causing the ground to shake ever so slightly. A hiss, and the beast's body seemed to begin melting. All that remained, was a large pool of that viscous, black liquid.

Seere had remained curled up, eyes shut tight as he felt his tears slide down his face. This was it then…only the want to try and help…to not be a burden…led all to this…his death…

A ferocious roar suddenly erupted all around. The darkness, it never came to Seere, as he had been expecting. The small boy opened his eyes, watching as another black dragon, one that seemed heavier in build than his father, took the stage.

Fierce fangs, rending claws, and purple fire danced before him. The monster that had once been hovering over him was suddenly outmatched.

Little Seere wanted to cry, cry even more than he already was that is. A shadow swooped over him, causing him to once again curl up into himself. He wanted it all to end, he just wanted to be back in the den with his daddy…where there were no horrible monsters…no unknown dragons…just him and his daddy…

He felt a familiar cold air, the soft cooing of the white dragonelle did make him feel slightly comforted, but it was something compared to what happened recently. The child felt her snout lightly resting upon him, making Seere give a tearful hiccup in response. He felt the embrace of claws gently wrap around him, much like his father had done with him many of times.

Once again, it was comforting…for the time being. He just knew the difference, it would never be the same compared to his own father's embrace. Yet it was something for Seere, something that was helping calm him down from the hectic events.

It seemed…awfully silent…cold even…was this what happened when the Death God's Servant guided your soul? Did it truly end for him…was this it?

Shuffling…was Quietus drawing closer now…or was it another?

PAIN! He felt it shoot through his body as something ever so lightly touched him. The male's eyelids were open in an instant, the eyes flashing bright red for just a moment as his body jerked, making it all that much worse on him.

Leonard was still alive…if barely. Several hissing curses rolled under his breath, gritting his teeth as he rolled onto his back. The red gaze was no more, only a dull yellow with little to no light. Each breath he tried to take seemed to rattle.

His mind felt hazy, as if a dense fog suddenly rolled over, mixing his thoughts. What had happened just now? A fight? Everything seemed to have happened so quick…who the hell were these dragons again? Wait…

"S-S-Seere," the male's voice was a raspy hiss, blood leaking from the corners of his mouth. Yet none of that matter, the pain, his life, nothing…what was the fate of his chick?

"W-w-what…of Seere," it had been so long since he actually felt…was this a burning sensation growing in his eyes…what was this…damn't…

He gave a painful swallow, "P-please…please t-t-tell me…he's alright…"

Even if this dragonelle was more concerned about him, Leonard could care less. He wanted to know, he needed to know his little Seere was still alive…and that the worse didn't happen…

Seere's crying had calmed down, if only slightly. He had wiped his nose and eyes against the sleeve of the shirt he wore. A sniffle or a soft hiccup would be heard from time-to-time, but that was it. He let himself be cradled in the strange dragonelle's claws, resting against her shoulder.

He had buried his face against the scales, feeling comforted to a certain degree. They were moving again. They must be going somewhere else, hopefully…to his father…daddy…he was alright…wasn't he?

A gentle stop, Seere's protector coming to where she wanted them to be. Several moments passed of nothing more than silence, except the child's softened cries and sniffles. Then a voice, a voice Seere knew…but it sounded so..weak…it sounded nothing like his daddy…but then it did…

The child removed his face from the dragonelle's shoulder, glancing downwards to see the battered form of a man…what was left of his father…but little Seere knew him anywhere, be it true or human form.

The child started to cry again, swiftly, somehow, managing to slip through his protector's claws. The child clambered downwards, making his way towards the fallen shape. Little Seere could not stop himself, instantly throwing himself on his father, to only be met with a pained groan.

"Seere…little S-Seere…t-t-there…you are…"

The male lifted a weak arm, letting it go around to wrap around the child. His still good wing slowly, weakly, unfurled from his back, moving to gently wrap Seere in a 'blanket'. Though injured, Leonard felt a wave of peace wash over him as his little one returned to him. He knew Seere was safe…that was all that mattered in his eyes.

The child curled up into his father. His head rested against Leonard's chest, hearing the comforting sound of his heartbeats, but something was off about them. They were uneven, skipping beats every now and then, not the gentle, steady beat he was used to.

Seere lifted his head, looking up towards his father's head. The child's voice was soft, a choked chirrup coming before words, "D-daddy…daddy you're hurt…"

He lifted a hand, wiping away more tears that were falling down his face. Though his eyes shined, the child's voice tried to sound hopeful as he thought of something, "I…I-I'll get Rosaria…she'll know what t-t-to do! Y-Yasha can help too! Just w-wait daddy…we ca-…"

A hand suddenly reached upwards, lightly caressing the child's face, making him grow quiet. Leonard's dull yellow eyes looked towards Seere's teal blue. The male exhaled a rattling breath.

His voice was soft, "Seere…you know…w-w-we're alone here…no one…is coming…"

Leonard spoke the harsh truth, one which Seere, in the back of his mind, knew was true. They weren't in their world anymore, what Seere knew was gone, the ones his daddy trusted, the ones who had helped them while still back home…they weren't here, and it was likely they would never be here.

Seere choked again, letting himself fall back upon his father. He curled up tightly, letting that great wing cover him as it had done so many times before, letting his head rest on his daddy's chest. Only to hear the uneven beat of a heart desperately trying to cling onto what little life there was left.

Once again, Seere felt helpless…a lost child…a burden…

@DoctorOfTheDead yo that was amazing, you're a great writer.

Ah, thank you!! That means a lot <3

I wanna post something here but I have nothing sad enough
I'm working on backstories, though.
I'll have something soon.

“I think I’m in love with you,” Zephyr whispered. The words were dry on his tongue, with such reverence he said them. In his mind he built a chapel in this still, nighttime room, the heat of their unseen bodies playing prayers; the ache of unknowing offerings.
“And here I thought you were the clever one,” Sebastian said into the dark. He didn’t so much as lower his voice. Around him, Zephyr’s temple crumbled. There were no holy things here.

(just awful sebastian being awful ya know)

“I think I’m in love with you,” Zephyr whispered. The words were dry on his tongue, with such reverence he said them. In his mind he built a chapel in this still, nighttime room, the heat of their unseen bodies playing prayers; the ache of unknowing offerings.
“And here I thought you were the clever one,” Sebastian said into the dark. He didn’t so much as lower his voice. Around him, Zephyr’s temple crumbled. There were no holy things here.

(just awful sebastian being awful ya know)

(That has big "oh Anna. if only there was someone who loved you" energy and I sort of love it)

“I think I’m in love with you,” Zephyr whispered. The words were dry on his tongue, with such reverence he said them. In his mind he built a chapel in this still, nighttime room, the heat of their unseen bodies playing prayers; the ache of unknowing offerings.
“And here I thought you were the clever one,” Sebastian said into the dark. He didn’t so much as lower his voice. Around him, Zephyr’s temple crumbled. There were no holy things here.

(just awful sebastian being awful ya know)

(That has big "oh Anna. if only there was someone who loved you" energy and I sort of love it)

(wait it does)

“I think I’m in love with you,” Zephyr whispered. The words were dry on his tongue, with such reverence he said them. In his mind he built a chapel in this still, nighttime room, the heat of their unseen bodies playing prayers; the ache of unknowing offerings.
“And here I thought you were the clever one,” Sebastian said into the dark. He didn’t so much as lower his voice. Around him, Zephyr’s temple crumbled. There were no holy things here.

(just awful sebastian being awful ya know)

(That has big "oh Anna. if only there was someone who loved you" energy and I sort of love it)

(wait it does)

(<3 thanks you guys! it'll be fun because this scene comes in a flash back after all we've heard from zephyr about sebastian is good stuff, because he really romanticized him after he died, so hopefully it'll be a bit surprising!)

Sage that is so well written, I low-key wanna know more of the story

Sage you're so good I-