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‘I’m going to get hit..!’

“ugh..STOP..!!!” “SILVER!!”

That utter look of disparity and despair on his parents’ face… Silver has seen that look before, it was when he had found out he wasn’t his mother and father’s ‘real’ son.

“Silver!! What have I done— where are you, Silver??” He could hear his mother call out to him over the aggressive patter of the rain, fear evident in the usually loving voice.

“He must be here somewhere… Answer me, Silver!” He could hear his father’s voice, stability replaced by panic.

They were looking for him? Why? He wasn’t their real son. The rain was getting heavier and his vision started to blur, the last thing he heard before losing conscious was the distressed gasp his mother released when she finally found him.

When Silver awoke again, he was back at the cottage. Groggily, he looked about, eyes caught onto the stool beside his bed and the slightly ajar door. Regaining greater focus, he crawled out of his bed with a plushie in hand, stood behind the door and focused on the sounds coming from beyond the door. Immediately, he recognised… weeping?

“Poor Silver! This is all my fault… what have I done, Lilia?!” ‘Mother’s weeping..?’

“Birdie, this isn’t your fault…” His father seemed to reason, using that endearing nickname for his mother. “It’s mine, I left things vague on purpose. Convicing you he’d already found out, ages ago…”

His father’s voice cracked, “I simply didn't have the courage to tell him the truth and see the sad look on his face... I’m so sorry.”

Silver didn’t understand… he’s not their ‘real son’, why would his parents feel guilt? Why are they… worried?

In the midst of his turmoil, the young boy accidentally dropped his bat plush onto the floor. Causing the bell around its neck to ring aloud.

The sudden noise did not escape his fae parents’ ears, both turning simultaneously to face his bedroom door. He attempted to stay hidden, using the door as his shield but he was taken aback when his mother called out to him, her footsteps growing louder as she approached the door. “Silver? Are you awake, dearie?”

The boy peered his head out from the crack of the door, arms tightly wrapped around his plush. He wept, “…I’m sorry, mama. Papa.”

“Oh, my sweet boy.” His mother lowered herself and opened her arms, her wings fluttered as Silver immediately buried his face into the crook of her neck. She brought her hand up and gently caressed his silver hair. “There is no need for you to apologise. We should have told you earlier… Mama is so sorry, dove.”

“Papa is also very sorry, Silver.” His father added, now knelt down beside his mother and rubbing soothing circles around Silver’s back. After a moment or two, he rose to his feet and hoisted Silver up in the process. Holding the boy against his hip, the father pressed a loving kiss to the son’s cheek, “You must understand this though, Silver. Mama and Papa love you so so sooo much.”

His mother nodded along, pressing a soft kiss onto his other cheek. “You mustn’t ever forget that, promise?”

Basked in the love and affection of his parents, Silver couldn’t help but giggle. “hehehe, I promise!”

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“Oh, no. No! Nononono….”

What happened?

W-where did his father come from?? Where did his mother come from??? Why are the two of you HERE!? No, importantly. Why did you protect him?!

From the distance, Yuu and grim rush over, gravel and debris coating their features. Their steps come to a sudden halt at the sight before them: two still bodies and two grieving boys huddled over them.

“…mother? F-father..?”

The silver-haired boy is calling out, despair clinging to his exhausted body. His nose crinkle at the sick, metallic scent of the vermillion liquid as his hands shakily cling to your still form, eyes desperately flicking between you and Lilia in denial.

Situated beside Silver is Sebek. The green-haired boy rests his hand on Silver’s shoulder, the other grasping his mentor’s cold hand.

Silver’s tear-filled eyes meet the terrified ones beside him, catching how the green pupils shake violently.

“..s-Sebek…”

The younger can’t bring himself to hold the eye contact, head bowing down to hide the flooding tears.

Silver does the same, closing his eyes shut as if doing so will reverse the deaths of his parents.

His voice cracking as he shouts out in disbelief. “W-why?! Why would you protect me... Father! Mother!” In his grief, the boy misses the way his silver-gilded hair twinkles into a golden shine.

“M-Mrah?!” Grim lets out a yelp, gaining the attention of those around him. “Silver, y-your hair!”

“Huh? My hair?” The boy starts, eyes trailing to glance at the messy strands framing his face. I-it’s golden..? No. No! The blessing— your blessings!

“Oh, no… F-Father! MOTHER! You mustn’t, p-PLEASE. I’M BEGGING YOU!! Aaaaaugh!!!!”

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Sebek silently cries, tears falling to the earth and dampening the dusty ground. Lilia and you were his mentors. While Lilia taught him how to wield a sword and survive, you taught him how to care and protect. Lilia was an inspiration to look up to, you were a pillar to lean on. Despite different teachings, the two of you were both welcoming and warm. He remembers the first time he got scolded by the two of you—it was during his usual training with Silver.

Wooden swords clacked against each other in a steady rhythm; Sebek had been under the weather yet still persisted on showing up to his training. He was holding up fine, until he fainted onto Silver. Wooden swords clacked onto the ground as Sebek’s fever suddenly began to run high. When he regained consciousness, he was inside, perched up against the sofa in the living room. He perks as he catches sight of you, tray of food in your hands.

“Sebek,” you began, placing the tray down onto the side table. “Why didn’t you tell us you were not feeling well, dearie?”

The green-haired boy panicked, fearing he’d be scolded for being sick, he hastily opened his mouth to respond, but he was cut off by a spoon full of soup. “You really worried us you know, next time, do tell us you’re ill.”

Sebek swallowed the delicious soup, welcoming the next spoonful before responding, voice a little raspy, “But, I did’t want to skip training. A knight must be prepared!”

“Of course that is true. But Sebek, a knight must also be well-rested. If you faint like you did today on the battlefield, you could have got seriously injured, you know?”

At your words Sebek turned red, embarrassed by his inability to recognise what you had just pointed out by himself. “I-I am sorry. For causing you such worry, Lady Y/n… Next time, I’ll be sure to inform you.”

“Wonderful!” You chirp bringing another spoonful to his mouth, “ahhh~”

“ahh— wait! This is improper, my lady! I can feed myself…”

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To Malleus, you and Lilia were the parents he never got to meet. The two of you are all he’s ever known to be parents: the two of you hatched him, played with him, trained and taught him and most importantly, loved him for who he was. Not the great Draconian heir, not the blessed crown prince of Briar Valley, but just Malleus.

Even when he lashed out, made your ears bleed, burnt you with his flames and froze over Castle Blackscale, the two of you continued to stay beside him. Not out of obligation, not out of fear, but out of love and affection.

He can still remember the time he visited your cottage in the forest, he wanted to know how to waltz…

The sounds of giggles erupted from the quaint cottage, the feel of joy bouncing off every wall.

“There you go, Malleus!” You exclaimed, guiding him through the steps. “You are a a natural, dear.”

The younger fae smiled at the compliment, gaining more confidence in his steps. “Khee hee hee, look at our darling prince go, birdie! So charming!” Lilia cackled from his position by the gramophone, choosing the next song to play. “Oh? What if we try a more upbeat song?” He suggested, already placing a classic pub tune onto the device.

Malleus remembers all the laughing, the cheers, the drinking song they taught him that day… It felt, exhilarating. He felt as if he was just a fae boy—not a prince, not some higher being—, a boy having fun with those he cares most about.

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“Gh... Where am I?”

The dragon fae awakes with a broken horn and a confused mind. “What happened..?”

His emerald eyes scan the area of destruction, stuttering at the group huddling just a distance from him. They’re crying..? Yuu is crying. Sebek is silently sobbing. Silver is… wailing?

His pupils widen in horror as his eyes trail to the two lifeless bodies lying on the ground, resting between his two sobbing retainers.

“…”

“Is that…?”

Despite being wounded, he sprints, wobbly legs carrying him to the vile scent of congealing blood. Malleus’s footsteps begin to slow down as he is finally able to confirm the identity of the two lifeless bodies. Their chests? Lacking any regular movement. Their cheeks? Ashy and pasty. Their limbs? Hanging limp, like puppets with cut strings.

He drops to his knees to the right of Silver.

Your wings? Tainted with a jarring stain of dried up blood, matting your delicate feathers into a petrifying clump. Lilia’s hair? Dull and dirty, ends burnt by his own great flames.

“L..Lilia? Y/n..?”

A sob rips from his throat as the crushing weight of despair falls upon him. “No, this can’t be... I did this...?”

What has he done? No. No! No!! This. This isn’t what he wanted to do. Wake up! Why won’t the two of you wake up?!

“How did it come to this?! Aaagh...!”

He was just lonely. He just wanted to stay together, forever. He just wanted to keep his family. He just wanted Silver to be happy… He’s a monster!

“AAAAAAH!”

The now golden-haired boy looks up to the wailing prince beside him, tears blurring his vision. “Malleus-sama….”

To Silver’s surprise, Malleus pulls the younger into his arms. Wailing in despair the dragon apologises, “I-I’m s-sorry, Silver!! It’s all my fault!!!”

Silver can’t help but cry louder in the comforting arms of his brother prince, tears over flowing from his eyes and running down his cheeks. “m-malleus…sama..”

“Mother, Father...Please, I’ll do anything. I’ll give up my lifespan, my wings, whatever it requires!” He attempts to bargain to whatever higher power is listening, fear and anguish dripping from every waver in his words.

“Just please don’t take Lilia and Y/n with you...! Auughhhhh!!”

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