God of heroes

Hello Blackthorne. It's been a while.

*He sounds done — but who wouldn't be at this point?*

- future @luherooflegend

*It takes a moment, but i do reappear within the gardens. I look tired myself.*

*He sees you, then looks away towards something out of your eyeline before returning to look at you. Moving across the field and giving a small nod in greeting. It's not hard to figure out why you are here. Not really.*

Am I allowed to see Tori's fate flower or are you still keeping secrets about her?

*He pauses, then sighs. That... was very unchariritable. And yeah you didn't tell him anything but you also aren't malicious to people... not really.*

I'm sorry. That... was out of line. Can I please see her flower?

Yes... his fate was uncertain for a moment there... as if tilting on a knife edge. Half of a petal died, the other half stayed alive if not sickly. The efforts of those involved are the reason he lives. That much I know...

*I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms. And i go to respond before... Ahh.*

Green we have spoken about this before. I can show you the flower but I cant divulge what it means.

*I fall silent for a moment, you can feel a split awareness somewhere...*

*I look down. pinching the bridge of my nose.*

You always say that... thank you.

*He's stopped asking you anyway. Why bother when you can't or won't answer? It's just upsetting. He does it how he aways does, by the feel of magic.*

How many places are you in right?

*He shakes his head.*

*I don't finish. But you can see it in my eye. The word i was going to say was Directly.*

Two others and here. I've a version of myself in... well you wouldnt know it was me if you looked at him. In Sky's time. To watch over the happenings there. And I am monitoring something....

*I raise an eyebrow.*

*He doesn't argue with you. He's aware of the trouble he faces for breaking laws anyway and he can't find it in him to ask you to break any law again after the first time.*

You don't say. Maybe Sky was right then... huh.

Is what your monitoring something you want help with?

*He really does despise all the secrets and hidden messages you have. He understands it's the best you can give and that you are actively trying but it's too much like being at court with Fable... You're probably sick of it too whispers a voice in his kind that sounds an awful lot like Audrah.)

*I raise an eyebrow.*

Is that right? What did he say? That he thought I was hanging around?

*I chuckle.*

I wish you could.

*I place a hand on my chin. There's something about the flower that... i really don't want you to see...*

Here. But only from where you are stood.

*He snorts.*

He wondered if someone was a lookout for you — or me but I know I don't have a look out in his era. I can't decide of he was joking or not.

*He hums at that, not ever a fan of being unable to help.*

*Okay maybe he was right when he asked if you were still keeping secrets about Tori. Why is he always right in off hand statements? He just stares blankly, trying to decide if pushing here is worth it or not. He really wants to... like he really wants to.*

*He's been sending too much time with Emerald again because he swears he can hear Rav say this is the best deal he'll get — take it or leave it. Okay there're no such things as too much time with his husband but the point stands.*

Fine.

*He stays where he is — looking at the flower and taking note of everything he can see. The gold is expected, of course.*

*He chuckles softly, looking to the side for a moment. As if something has just caught his attention on the wind. But he turns himself back. There's something akin to a storm brewing far away from where you are stood. You see a collection of seeker flowers fly towards it.*

Sky is correct. But i wont tell him who it is. I've an agreement with the guardsmen you see. They are as real a person as can be.

*He wishes you could. But he cant place that on you. Not one so young. The deaths of thousands because some divine being has deemed it so...*

I cant tell you all that much. You've seen all the colour's on this flower before. In her's and your own.

*He debates. looking at the part of the flower you cant see. He cradles a petal softly out of your sight. And looks up to you. There's real pain in his eyes. But a carefully placed mask tells you nothing more.*

I can tell you... there is....

*He sighs.*

That... sounds like a headache to think about too hard. But it tracks.

There's more than the colors and the curse, even I can see that...

A week?

*That is entirely too vague. And he absolutely hates it. He just sighs heavily.*

A week til what? Til there's another funeral? Til my daughter decides to raise the dead? A week til she's lost to the curse of some fucking entity?!

*I can feel your Ire....*

I cant say. But that is what the flower is telling me.

*You can see he's almost heartbroken. For what reason you cant figure out. He's always hated holding information away. He remains steadfast. Though it cracks at the edges.*

If i could tell you I would. You of all people should know that.

*He just crosses his arms because that seems easier than letting himself feel. It is only the time spent with Audrah learning to be better that keeps him from lashing out and reminding you that for reasons he doesn't understand right now you have always been Tori's favorite deity. Stupid knowing that he's supposed to be the bigger person. Stupid knowing his daughter would be so mad at him for throwing that in your face.*

*He just stares at the ground. Do you? Do you ever actually hate anything?*

When we decided to have children we were so sure nothing bad would happen. We were so fucking stupid. We should have stopped when we say that stupid fucking triangle on Tori.

I really am sorry...

*Your silence speaks louder than words do. Your anger would have been understandable.*

You want whats best for her. For all of them.

*He looks down.*

*He just takes slow, measured breaths.*

Of course I do, but I should have known better. No one in my family gets to have an easy life and half of us don't even get to be happy.

*That is a painful truth for both his blood family and his chosen family. Royalty and heroes rarely get lives that are both easy and happy. Sometimes they get neither.*

You always say you don't get to control fate — you just watch it. What else can you even do? The fates have had it out for my daughter since birth they branded her with some stupid fucking destiny. It's not like they care what anyone wnats.

Life has many ups and downs. Setbacks and forward leaps.

I make the transitions as gentle as possible. I nurture and care for the garden so that even in the darkest pits of dispear if they want to hear me they do. If they want a way out. They have it.

I may not have control over what they decide for someone. But I can soften the blow.

Audrah has always had the good way of it. She is much wiser than us I fear. Hope is always something to hold onto.

*I look at my hands.*

Is it?

*He's not together enough for the whole 'we need hope' spiel. He's heard it plenty but things feel like hope is foolish just now.*

*Green just sighs.*

Its what your brothers did for you... and its what she needs too.

I didnt. Not really. Ive been working on appealing to them. Why do you think ive been-

*he pauses. Turning to the place he was looking before. A hand falls to my chest. I seem to be in pain...*

*He... has no idea how you speak to the fates. That's not something he's been able to do himself — probably for the better.*

There is always hope green. You know full well what gold means on a flower.

*He just snorts.*

And you know how easily divinity drives minds to madness.

*He looks at you and his ears fall even further down. He now understands why Sky just nipped his hand a few times.*

You are infuriating sometimes. You know that?

*I give a soft chuckle.*

You make it sound like I am the one who has gone mad...

though, there was a point during the exile where speaking to the flowers started to get rather tempting.

*I smile softly, a chair appears behind you and myself as i sit down. A pot of tea, already steeped, sits on the table which you are sure was not there earlier.*

Considering the amount of times people curse me or the fates themselves. I know. I don't mean to be I promise.

*I wave a hand out.*

*He scoffs at that. As if Fate would be kind enough to let you escape and go mad.*

I'd probably talk to the damn flowers. Someone might as well.

*He would ask where the chair and table came from, but that's energy he doesn't have. You've always done this, so it's no different than Wild popping up with a new dish in the middle of a meal.*

I think the fates deserve the cursing. I'd curse them any day. I think I have today already.

... Fine.

*He sits, and he's definitely still upset but not quite so against hearing you.*

*I laugh.*

You can if you want. Some of them curse me every few hours though. Including this Zinnia...

You curse them every day anyway.

*I lean against the table. Giving a gentle smile.*

I know Green. I know... its... its awful. And you want your family back.

*He just shrugs.*

I curse you way less than before I died. And the fates know exactly what they did.

*He sighs, picking at his sleeve as he stares at the table. He is so having rabbit time later.*

Awful... is a nice word for it.

I... I don't recognize my daughter, Blackthorne. Even now that she's talking again she's... she's angry at me, and I don't know why. She's — so difficult to get to talk to me.

She's hiding things from everyone. She has a kid —

Blackthorne she used blood magic to knocking someone's out.

... When I heard Uranium had been in her memories — I thought maybe that explained things but that's awful too. I wanted him to be why Tori is so different except I don't.

... I may not have been her favorite person, but she was never this way with me before.

See I know you curse them directly now. It is appreciated.

*I give a hum, letting you speak your mind. You clearly need it.*

In her time she has been gone from us for years. Had to rely on herself and only herself for that time until her son came along and now he is a huge part of her life. I cannot speak for all the heroes but I know the ones I've had experience with struggled for a while after with knowing they had others to speak too. To love. People who cared about them.

I think she's scared. Scared that opening herself up again will lead to more pain.

That... plague on this garden still disgusts me to this day. Memories, though false and that have no baring on a souls flower. Still impact a person deeply.

*I sigh.*

You know....

*I take a sip of my tea.*

Maybe you should ask Sky what he did. He was in the same position with you. And he was able to fix things.

*He does listen, and isn't that strange. He remembers a time when he probably would have flipped you off and run away. His head hurts.*

She's... I'm glad she found Gan, but that doesn't change that she's.... Blackthorne my daughter is a God Slayer, and there was a time she genuinely wouldn't hurt anyone including a fly. I understand the hero life — I know what it costs to save the world... but I'm left mourning my little girl while a volatile woman who can barely stand me sits in her place.

I see pieces of who she was, around everyone else... I think she hates me sometimes.

I just... It never gets easier, watching the heroes. I stick with them their whole lives, I try to help them heal... I don't know how to help her. She doesn't seem to want my help.

*He makes a low chittering sound, a hold over from his early days of being a deity.*

I don't even want to begin to imagine what that thing raising a child looks like. She remembers it though.

*He shrinks at your suggestion and the way you know so concretely where he is.*

I... yeah... yeah I guess he was....

She is. But being a god slayer, doesn't mean that she will be like this forever.

And I know you are mourning your daughter for what she was before all this. Before the stupid triangles that like to mess with everything.

*I sigh.*

Its possible that it never did. Memories implanted might be simply knowledge that it happened. Not how.

And you've been doing a good job of it. I've backed off myself to give him space to heal. He feels, and dare I risk worrying you a moment. "Safe and warm." Whether you use your light or not.

... killing gods leaves a mark. She's killed three different gods.

Have you seen Tori since she got back? She... I don't even know... I just I'm grateful she has Fi.

*He shakes his head, giving Blackthorne a knowing look.*

I know she remembers it as well as she does her first childhood. I didn't get the prophetic dreams the family line has, but I still have premonition. I predicted a lot without knowing it.

*He gives a little huff, but he perks up just a little.*

He deserves to feel safe, I worry about him... I think we all do. I'd do anything to help him.

I'm glad he can rest. He needs it. He scared me... he scared everyone... I don't know how we got him stable... Tori did a lot.

... That's another thing, when did my baby get so mature and good at healing? She's always had the knack... learned from everyone she could but... I've never seen anyone do what she did. Did... you know she could do that?

I have not. My... duties have kept me here for quite some time now.

*I nod towards you.*

Pesky things those prophetic dreams.

*He chuckles. Taking a sip of his tea and now offering a cup to you. When did he pour that?*

Sky is one of those people who gives so much of himself to others all the time that he is one who is deserving of the care he gets now. He scares us all on a regular basis.

You know how many times I told him to slow down with the paperwork he was doing before this meeting? But he simply kept saying that he was doing it so Zelda didnt have too.

She got so good at healing because her life deemed it necessary.

I... wonder if its some kind of bleed over from the Triforce wishes. A wish to return to her family by any means necessary meaning that she's been granted these abilities by someone or another to do so.

*I sit silently for a moment.*

I did not.

*I smile.*

You and me both.

*I give a knowing hum*

Duties is a nice way to say the fates are being shitty again.

*He snorts.*

You're telling me. I'm not jealous of Sky and Fable there.

*He takes the tea, more than used to you just... having it.*

Thanks...

Nightengale could do with more breaks, but he's getting better. I'm sure it was at least twenty times you told him.

...

I hate that answer. That sucks so fucking much. She was supposed to have a good, calm life where she didn't have to get good at life saving.

... Maybe so. The triforce... is hard to understand even now.

*He sighs, he had hoped maybe you did because at least then someone was able to watch over Tori.*

Yeah...

*His face falls as he takes a sip of his tea to cover the urge to scream or cry.*

Yeah... I just — I've only seen magic poisoning as bad as hers once, and that took Firecracker stepping in to help heal... I shouldn't have let her make it worse but... how was I supposed to tell her not to save Sky?

*He gives a tired laughs.*

*He chuckles.*

No. I will never be jealous of such foresight.

*I give a nod.*

Thirty seven. To be exact. The man just does not like resting.

She did use the triforce... what three times? An artefact that kills most with a second use.

*I move and hold a hand out open on the table. You can hold it if you want too.*

Its An impossible decision. Espically if she wanted to save him.

You know. Of everything thats happened over the last few days. That would have made the most sense.

The easiest to blame when theres noone to blame. I wish I could... do more. I...

*I nod.*

*He smiles weakly.*

Fable swears it's worth it.

*He isn't surprised.*

Only thirty seven?

... Three times. I can't quite hate it — I know it's why she survived Uranium, and it did eventually bring her home but look what it cost.

*He's quiet, staring at your open hand for a minute. He takes it — of course he does. He's a tactile person and you... You're part of this weird family Green is slowly amassing.*

I'm not sure I made the right choice... but I don't think either of us could have forgiven me for not letting her try either.

*He snorts. He's not sure what the last few days have been like — or that he's partially to blame, but he knows everyone has had a busy few days.*

I guess it would have made sense. That's basically what happened back then isn't it? My memory of before is... not great always, I remembered meeting you while I was a cloud more clearly.

You do a lot more than you're supposed to, and you usually have some pretty awesome advice and shit.

*He shakes his head with a sigh.*

The cost was high yes. But her determination to return to you all at any cost when she could have stayed wherever she wished. It shows her love for us all.

*I move my thumb across the back of your hand.*

I can tell you this with certainty. If Tori had not done what she did that day. We would have lost him. That much I am sure off. Sora might have been able to hold onto his heart for a time but. The sky we know now. Would have been lost to us.

Ahh the baby cloud. That was an interesting discussion. Do you remember meeting me in Audrahs realm also?

Do I now? Im not all cryptic and mysterious and speak in riddles?

*He chuckles.*

Then maybe you should go and yell at her.

... I know. I know it says a lot that it didn't kill her for asking... but still.

*He sighs, looking to you again.*

I know. I'm really fucking proud of her for that, I'm glad Sky is here. She did everything she could... I just... I worry. For both of them.

*He gives a little half shrug.*

I do, actually. You said there were two bird boys, and I borrowed the ability to summon your flowers.

You're cryptic too, but if that was a problem I'd have made a lousy hero.

*He turns to the storm and you can watch him consider it. He looks back to you.*

*He sighs, nodding.*

Now that was a surprise.

*I chuckle.*

Sometimes being cryptic means noone knows what to expect from you next.

Not as much as I'll be in if she kills one more field of flowers...

*He just smiles a little.*

I'm sure it was. Sorry about that though.

*He snorts at the cryptic line.*

No wonder Firecracker likes you so much. I swear she picks random days to be as cryptic as she can.

... And do you want me to go yell at her? Or is that going to make more work for you?

Its quite alright.

We speak often. She is a good friend to me.

*He chuckles. But does consider it.*

I should say no. But... it would be rather nice...

*He grins sharply and it's a little uncanny because that expression is all Uranium. He would love to tear into Future because she has been nothing but a problem for him and those he cares about.*

If she asks you told me to stay away and to focus on the kids. Of course I was very unreasonable and went to misbehave.

*He softens though, face warming again as he squeezes your hand.*

I'm sorry... thank you, for talking... and the tea. I'm going to go crash a party and be a problem.

No apologies needed.

*I chuckle before standing.*

I'd quite like to witness this party crash. If thats quite alright.

Good to know I annoy her too I guess.

*He nods.*

Of course.

*He just shrugs a little.*

Dunno. Just... a feeling? Something is coming your way. No idea what fl- good fucking luck though feels a little chaotic but not... malicious.

Honestly? If she didnt have power over me I'd have done something about it.

*I sigh.*

I feel like i should be concerned... but thank you for the heads up.

*He nods.*

I get that.

*He almost asks if yours coming but he will simply let you be. He just continues on his way to the storm until he finds his way to the fate of Future.*

*As you approach you spot her stood in a field of dead flowers. Her dress is adorned with dead or dying flowers of all shapes and sizes. Stopped clock faces flow in a scarf that sits around her neck. Magically attached to a stream of light. As she turns around her eyes glow in orange hues. She holds a pair of golden garden shears.*

*as she sees you she scoffs. Her voice wraps around the air and drops it dead. Stops it from moving.*

Look who it is. The young misfit of a god...

*She crosses her arms.*

You know nothing of my works... you know nothing of the balance...

*He rolls his eyes.*

You know I'd rather be a loved misfit than a hateful old wanna-be noble.

*He snickers at her, fully committed to not letting anything she says garner a reaction she wants.*

You know nothing of being mortal. Or of adaptability it seems, so I guess we're even.

Ahh yes. The language of the youth. How barbaric...

*She shakes her head in disapproval.*

I am not here to be loved. For noone loves the bringer of death.

I am performing nessessary tasks that you could not possibly begin to understand. The life of one hero is equal to so many. If I cannot have the one. I will have the many instead.

Leave me to my task.

*The storm stops.*

*You can feel the stench of death as the flowers she walks past die. She steps on one. A young bud. Barely blooming as she stands to her full height infront of you. *

This is about Sky? You wanted Sky and so you're going to wipe out hundreds because your feelings are hurt?!

*Green's form comes apart until he stands in his truest form — an amalgamation of every Hero story and soilder. He sneers at her.*

I should have known. You're just another "hard core" bitchass jivapta

People have loved those that cause death you are unloved because you have such a rotten personality —

That was a child! You're killing children because you are a fucking infant!

*He backhands the goddess as hard as he can — which is pretty fucking hard. He shoves her to the ground after, leaning over and baring teeth.*

What is a mortal life anyhow then something that is finite. A speck of dust. Or sand on the winds of the universe. His time came. He was to die. And yet. Here we are.

*She takes the backhand in her stride. Though it does knock her to the ground. More flowers die as she does.*

*Theres a distant cry of pain.*

She chuckles.

Is that right?

*She snaps her fingers. Several tendrils of magic fade into the ground And she fades into the shadows. Before appearing behind you. Her hands behind her back.*

You really are a young mind. Barely a few years to your name. There is a balance in this universe that must be maintained. The cycle of death and life has rules you are too blind to understand.

If you were so good at killing I'd have never made it long enough to speak.

What do you know of life? You've never had one you ego centric madwoman!

*He whispers around when you appear behind him, and it is only the knowledge that you are clearly unstable and a threat that keeps him from trying to bite you — he's spending too much time around Puck and his parents— mentors again.*

Balance can be changed without decimation civilizations in a tantrum. My youngest son is more mature than your sorry ass.

*Oh — oh you want to pull the hero card? Really?*

IS IT NOT ENOUGH TO MAKE THEM CHILD SOILDERS AND TORMENT THEM WHILE THEY LIVE?! YOU HAVE TO KILL THEM YOUNG TOO?!

If the world is ever unlucky enough for you to reincarnate as a mortal, I will personally ensure you get to be tormented as the heroes have been.

*Magic crackles around him, pure light magic and shadows whip about. His anger is so easy to see.*

You know nothing of balance. You cant even keep your emotions in check.

Oh you poor speck. The children are not my domain. The path of a hero is etched by my sisters i am the one who ends it.

You would have to kill me first.

Gladly...

*She disapears. Laughing.*

He is one mortal. Why do you care so much? He's the one that made you into this in the first place.

*Vines erupt around you. They cry out in pain as even beyone death they are made to bend to her will.*

*They move to grab you. Hundreds of vines. Slashing towards you all at once.*

Let me see if I cant cut you down a few pegs...

*The more she moves the more she kills. Flowers fall limp and wither and die with every step.*

*He just flips her off. She's awful. Where's his sword when he needs it?*

He is a good man who deserves better than he got, and he is my brother. You will not take him the way you tried.

He is not who made me this. That would be Ganon and Demise.

*He dodges the vines but only just. He has to ignore the screams. Hm... He might have miscalculated. This would be a great time to call for help but he did dig this hole himself... he'll give it a bit, maybe call Audrah and Fierce.*

*Unfortunately a few vines do hit him and cause pain... He doesn't like that she has abilities similar to Tori's. Something in the very back of his mind is screaming but he has no idea what.*

So I suggest you choose wisely.

Try telling him that. He doesn't and wont believe you.

Oh I will...

*She sends a vine directly at you.*

*Theres a rush of petals.*

GET YOUR FILTHY FUCKING HANDS OFF HIM

*Blackthorne appears in a rush of flowers and dosent even slow down as he moves into the vines. Pushing power out of them and bringing them under his wing. Before twisting them through the winds and sending them back at her.*

Oh look. The Gardener. You have Flowers to tend. Leave us be. And get back to your work.

*He yells. As a flurry of life magics wrap around you before being pushed towards her. Your wounds heal and your pain disappears. He stands with a sword in hand. A rapier made of windsteel. He points it towards her.*

You are destroying my garden. Destroying my work!

I said. Get back to your work...

*Vines burst from the ground and grapple his hands. Pulling him back harshly, he gives a yell and snarls.*

This. Is my work!

Your work is the living. Not those already condemned...

*His outburst is cut off as he has to dodge the vines again. It's only because of time spent with Tori teaching her how to fight that he's able to escape more than a few extra gashes.*

*He flinches away when Blackthorne yells — that's a very primal fear reaction there. Fates? Easy but something about Gardener's emotional state is upsetting and it's feeding Green and — goddss fucking dammit that's a Twili bond. Shit. Why does Green only notice it now?*

Don't you talk down to him you over arrogant waste of magic!

*Green throws a wave of light magic at the woman in a rage because how dare she?!*

*The life magic is a welcome reprieve from the effects of death magic.*

*Green takes a careful breath and then he gives that same icy grin he gave Uranium. Vines. He knows vines. They're not unbeatable. A pain in his ass, but not impossibility.*

Don't you ever hold him down.

*She laughs. As she neutralise the light magic.*

Is that really all you can do?

I will do what I like.

*The vines wrap around him tighter and he is hurled towards the ground. Hitting it with a sickening thud. He cries out. Not in pain. But for the flowers beneath him.*

They have done nothing! Why?! Why do this?!

*She simply laughs.*

*The lights magic hits its mark and frees my hands from the bonds that had them bound. I send forth more life magics. Flowers growing and moving to make me dissappear before I reappear a small distance away.*

Remember what I told you Gardener. You were not given a name for a reason. You are simply what we make you and I can take that away at any point.

My name is Blackthorne! And I am a patron! I can do plenty before you even get the chance!

*He throws the rapier into the air and the wind pushes it towards her in a loud whistle. It embeds itself into one of the clock faces on her scarf and it cracks.*

*He's all rage now, the same state he gets into when facing bosses. He's running strategies and numbers against risk and reward.*

All I can do? Really? Oh I can't wait to show you what I can do.

*He falls still, letting Blackthorne do as he wishes. He won't take this from the man, Blackthorne deserves to say his piece. But when Future challenges them again? Well... Green is the God of heroes, not patience or wisdom.*

Bite me

You needed me to be the mortal connection because you didnt understand.

And maybe understanding has weakened our resolve to do what must be done.

*Blackthorne picks himself back up. Running between you and her.*

Green be careful!

*You can just about make out Blackthornes voice through the death magic. As he pushes through the wave of it. He takes on as much of it as he can to keep you as safe as he can.*

You... Will not...

*He takes a step forward. The full tidalwave of the death magic hitting him as he does.*

Harm my garden...

*The sword from earlier flies to his hand as more and more magic erupts from her chest. She screams.*

Ever again!

*The explosion is so harsh its sends us both backwards. A wave of death covers this portion of the garden as the fate of the futures body begins to fade.*

*I'm not dead. But I'm not moving either.*

Blackthorne?

*Theres a voice. Its. Gentler. And full of life. You feel healing magics dance over you as fairies get to work.*

What happened here... oh... oh my...

Isn't that the god of heroes?

They are friends yes.

You help him. I'll help this one...

Hello? Can you hear me?

*A quick inspection reveals a woman with a dress of blooming flowers and the one closer to you. Of young buds and new life. Her dress is green.*

Hi! You must be the god of heroes! Oh right we should probably get you healed up right? Just stay still...

Blackthorne-!

*The blast throws him back, and he reverts to rabbit form after he lands. Everything's hurts. A lot. His immunity to death magic is higher than the average being becoming of Tori but it is not enough to protect him fully here.*

*He groans, looking at you. He tries to move and does little more than twitch.*

BLACKTHORNE!

*He winces at the new presences. The magic they bring helps enough to keep him awake. He... has very little idea who they are by name but he knows what they are.*

*He does not want to stay still. He wants to take Flower Man and get the hell away. This is his fault — okay well Blackthorne has been handling Furure and her frankly abhorrent self for longer than Green has existed but he picked the fight and — oh God he's contributing to the destruction and death of so many flowers.... and Blackthorne — okay uh he can deal with all of these terrible realizations when he doesn't feel like he's dying or worried about Blackthorne getting punished.*

...Thanks.

*He moves as soon as the woman is done healing him, shaking his body out making his ears wiggle before he bounds over to Blackthorne.*

'M so so so sorry. Come on, you can be as mad at me as you want but you have to pull through.

*He turns to the other two fates, unsure what to make of them. They... didn't hurt him ans they very well could have. He isn't sure he's stronger emotionally to defend himself even now all the death magic he consumex is still wreaks havoc on him...*

He was never meant to take on that much magic...

Where is his fate flower?

Last time I looked at it it was not touched by her hand just yet.

I want to be sure.

*She nods. And summons it. The blackthorne blossom sits in her hand gently swaying in the wind but as strong as ever. Golden petals strech from its centre. She nods,happy.

Do not fear. Oh God of heroes. You just let us handle this.

*The one who was with you places a hand gently on your head. You can feel the death magic begin to be syphoned away.*

There you go. You'll be tired still but that stuff shouldnt do you any more harm now.

*You can see the other fate do the same with Me.*

Punishment? No. No if anything the punishment has been rendered already. Your fear for him is worry enough. We will not punish you further. We are only sorry its come to this...

*the fate of present. Looks away from her work on blacmthorne and looks to the grounds of dead flowers.*

Right...

*He stiffens when touched but relaxes a little when he realizes the woman is only pulling the death magic away. That... feels so much better. He is tired, and frankly this is the only portion of him awake — the others had passed out or ceased entirely.*

Thank you...

*He stays close but he isn't going to fight the other fate helping you. His eyes are quick, curious as he tries to make sense of everything.*

...No punishment... Okay... I just... okay.

*He's not sure he believes them, but he intended in the shape to fight even if he wanted to so he'll try to be civil... And so far while he doesn't love the things the fates have done these two haven't been terrible...*

Don't... uh sometimes it's hard to see things til after. Hindsight is 20/20 and all...

Hes split himself too thin.

Its only four ways.

Yes but now id say two would be pushing it.

*The fate of beginnings smiles. Waving a hand and summoning a blanket. Her eyes shine in a deep blue.*

It always will be difficult. Remember there were three of us to be able to see the way forward.

*The fate of present nods her head.*

Where does your magic lie?

*He sighs, settling down beside Blackthorne.*

I ... I'll take ypur word for that one.

*three. Weird.*

Oh.. Uh Mine? Chaos and Light but I have some shadow and lightning from when Audrah filled in my soul...

*She hums.*

Chaos and light... hmm...

*They look to eachother.*

Just put a gentle-

And quick!

- and quick light spell into his body. It'll kick-start his recovery. Then sit with him. You can rest if you want. We can take care of the rest.

*The fate of beginings looks to her counterpart.*

Audrah?

Another Patron.

Yes I know that. Protection I think. But I didnt realise that was how it happened.

*He nods slowly.*

Light spell. Okay.

*He puts his two front paws on Blackthorne's arm and focuses, sending light into the other as best he can before he stops, catching himself.*

*He frowns at them, unsure if they're really surprised or not as he lays beside Blackthorne, starting to lose his fight with awareness.*

*Audrah is currently feeding him energy to help him recover and has been doing her beat to support him while also keeping his kids where they are.*

*Green just grumbles as he tries to get comfortable.*

Ohohoh! Look its working!

*As she says you can see Blackthorne begin to breathe easy. He simply looks to be sleeping. Rather than injured.*

Upset her is an understatement. Hero of Legend. Turned God of heroes. Another one of the many who have defied her will at somepoint or another....

Oh hold on! You like that bird guy right? The one blackthorne tethered himself too. Oh what was it...

Nests.

Yeah! Nests.

*A patch of flowers surrounds you and cradles you in a gentle nest.*

There you go... when you wake up next you wont be here. Well in this dead field...

Take them back to Blackthornes dwelling. I will... see if there is something to be done about the travesty here....

*The fate of beginnings nods her head. Standing up. You feel gentle magic wrap around you.*

... Has she always dealt with being defied the way she did today? Because... that seems fucked up.

... nests?

*He startles at the new flowers but... this seems safe enough... and he'd barely awake anyway.... and... if it becomes dangerous he knows Audrah will show up...*

Okay... uhm...... thanks....

They can hear you sister.

But they are!

*The fate of present shakes her head.*

Not often. Many have defied her in the past and paid the price for it but normally she goes after the person. I... you know about Blackthornes imprisonment...

Knowing he was saved by God's must have... meant she wanted others in his place.

Mhm! Nests! Cosy bird nests for the mortals but you like it too. Ive seen you.

Sister...

Oh shush.

*you hear them playfully bickering amongst themselves as you fall asleep.*

*When you open your eyes again you are inside a small house. Blackthorne sleeps in a hammock besides you and you have been placed in a small blanket nest.*

*He makes a chittering sound before he sighs.*

I know about it, yes. I think it was too far, he already outlives everyone he gets attached too. The imprisonment was Future's doing?

*That... isn't a surprise.*

That still sounds shitty. She could have used her words with us. Or you know, not given him what was supposed to be a painful, nasty death. . . I know I'm biased but The hero of skies as done so much good, he deserved a better death if nothing else.

Nests... okay. Like burrows without ceiling... yeah... okay.

*He sleeps hard, form fluctuating between rabbit and blob of magic. When he does wake he settles back into rabbit form, watching the fate of... past? Start? He's not sure.*

Hi? Uh...

*He takes a moment to actually check in... he's still exhausted and recovering but... better.*

Yeah, I do... thank you.

It was a rather odd choice...

An odd choice? What even was that poison?! did you see how he had to make it? Honestly!

OHHHH You like burrows! The closed nest boxes! Yes!

Sister... compose yourself.

Oh shush I'm older than you.

---

*She walks around the room tidying up. Moving dishes around and magically dusting.*

Hi!

*She settles besides you.*

That's good! Ve's still out. I think she managed to help some of the flowers that Fu trampled. Its not everyone. But some of them will be okay!

Yeah... the... oh i know this i know this.... you and Scarlett? no. no that's not her name... uhh...

*She squints at you. Tilting her head.*

Tori! That was it!

Of course! I wasn't about to let you die! Do you know how long it takes to get deity flowers? So long! I absolutely would have fought her myself. In fact I have.

Good job on that by the way. I loved the claws. So cool!

*She stops herself.*

Oh! Right you don't know who I am!

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Ve?... I'm... I'm really glad she's able to help at all. Uhm... I... I'm sorry. I... Future was out of line... but I didn't make things better and I am sorry....

*He startles, not expecting you to know any of their names.*

Scarlett is my younger daughter. No.. um my eldest, is Tori like you said...she's... she's always had death magic. Life too... no idea where she got it honesty my other children inherited magic from me and my husband....

*He doesn't know why he's telling you so much. Hmm...*

She'll have to... take over the role responsibilities for a bit until we find someone suitable for the role....

Oh... oh its okay. Futura could get... angry a lot. When you only work with death while everyone else around you works with life it grates on the mind you know ?

*She looks confused by the startling.*

Oh right! I can see your family members. all of them. I created them if you think about it.

*She tilts her head.*

That is interesting... I thought we gave her chaos magic...

green it is! So... how long have you known Flower man?

*He has less grace towards Vena now but she isn't the ome he hears the most displeasure about so he won't say anything.*

I... am sorry you have to do that. It sounds like she'll be busy for a while...

I don't know, but... I've seen something similar on a much smaller scale.

*He just blinks at you, sitting up.*

You — okay. That... is weird to think about. Then... do you know why my eldest two weren't born as twins when they were definitely supposed to be?

*He isn't angry about that one, and it's not something he told anyone else but he's always wondered.*

Chaos... well... maybe it evolved? That's kind of what mine does.

*she giggles.*

I do actually. We tried, to get the flowers blooming together but the magic within them both was so different that it caused a break in the development.

So, we decided to let Tori bloom first with Alfie not far behind. Simply because she was the more developed at the time of the break is all.

I'm not so sure... I'll consult with my sisters- sister.

*She smiles.*

Oh Absolutely. Sorry I cant help it. Everything is a being of my creation, so i can pick up on thoughts and feelings. If i could stop it I would.

*He considers the answer and nods.*

I ... thank you. For letting him do what he needed to.

*He means it too. He loves his kids and he doesn't mind waiting if it means Alfie is healthy.*

If you... need to know anything to do so.. let me know. I don't know how Tor got her magic but I'm familiar with it.

*He snorts.*

Deities get some weird powers, that sounds like a lot.

I appreciate that. We might call on you for that guidance if needed.

Honestly, yes we do. I mean you turn into a cloud at will which i wish i could do. It sounds like so much fun.

Of course I care. Don't worry too much about it.

*She smiles gently, tempted to pet you but she things better of it and moves the hair out of Blackthorne's face instead. She seems fond of him.*

I care about all the things I've made. All the flowers I've planted.

Okay. You probably know how to find me?

It... It's really nice.

Okay?

*He watches you closer but decides to let you be sonce you aren't hurting Blackthorne.*

I... that makes sense. I guess I just didn't think about that possibility.

I do.

*She spots you watching her carefully and does move so she doesn't block your view before she turns around.*

Are you really older than your sister?

*She makes platforms for you to jump on to get to him easier and when you settle on his stomach he raises a hand to your back. Moving a thumb through your fur.*

*She chuckles.*

I don't look like I am do i? But yes. I am the oldest. you have discovered my secret.

That makes sense. Suppose you've seen many things come and go then. All the timelines and such? Sounds... like a lot.

*This is so weird. He did not expect anything today to happen. Here he is with a fate being civil after uh... picking a fight with her sister.*

... why are you being so nice?

*She settles into a sit, crossing her legs while floating in the air.*

While a strange question I think i understand why you've asked it.

Because I have hope. Where my sister did not. Hope that when buds leave my care and reach my sister that they will live long and prosperous lives. Not be the one to end it...

*The door opens and Vena steps in, the clock scarf that the future fate was wearing around her neck.*

I've saved.... who I could. Most of those... flowers will live.

*She collapses and Origa sends a gust of flowers towards her. Catching her with her magic.*

Oh... okay.

*That's probably the best response he has besides why the hell didn't you do anything about your terrible sister. That's probably unfair.*

*He watches Vena come in and collapse, blinking when adressed.*

I... I'm doing better.

*She shakes her head.*

I'm sorry.

I just finished work on that one! So much potential wasted!

*Origa crosses her arms. And begins to weave magic into her hands.*

I am glad you are feeling better. Are you feeling any effects of the death magic or are you stable now?

Sister you cant just ask someone if they are stable. this one has been worring about that mortal bird man for a while.

*She sighs. But nods.*

I will recover...

The magics of life over death when I do not entirely swing in that direction with my own is... Taxing. There will be no big deaths for a while... Once I have recovered I can keep an eye on both pathways until such a time we find a replacement.

I might already have someone in mind!

Really?

I'm closer to stable. Audrah hasn't started fussing at me so I'm probably fine.... the other pieces of me are still unconscious.

*He has no idea who could start to fill that role. To have someone with magic like the fate of futures... no. Absolutely not. They better fucking don't. It's fine, his daughter is the goddess of balance. It's just an intrusive thought. Not every stray thought is prophetic.*

*She places a hand on her chin.*

Bird boy? Oh... uhh... thats the.

The one that Blackthorne is tethered too.

Yes! Let me look.

*She stands and moves across to Blackthorne. Tilting her head slightly.*

Do you remember how to pull one?

Yes....

Its a gladiolus.

Right... Right I knew that...

*She Stands over Blackthorne before weaving a tether of magic around his hand. You feel his magic pulse to life.*

I just want to see how the gladiolus is if you can?

*He doesn't make an audible reaction but magic does pulse around his fingers before she pulls a string of pink magic from him. Settling the magic around her hand as it pulses a projection of Sky's fate flower.*

Hmm... it seems he's with someone else right now... I can feel deity magic near him...

Its the patron of protection. It seems she has gone to see him.

*Origa looks over the flower, she seems fascinated by it.*

You know its so weird to see it bloomed like this. Is there anything you want to say to him? I can pass on a... lets say feeling.

She shouldnt. But she would.

Oh shush.

*He should thank her later none of his children came barging in to try to help and that is very good.*

*He hums. He could have probably pulled the flower himself if he really wanted too but this is easier anyway.*

Bloomed like what?

Bloomed like anything really.

The flowers are passed onto my sister before they are fully developed. I... Don't really see much of the bloomed flowers. Of the stories they tell...

Of course.

*She smiles softly. Closing her eyes for a moment. The flower moves in her hands and you feel a spike of relief from the twili bond. Before it disappears from her hand.*

I don't understand the stories so well as Blackthorne and probably your sister... but it's interesting to see them change.

*He relaxes more when the bond shares relief, Sky can probably feel Green's own relief.*

*She laughs softly. You hear Blackthorne stir and she perks up.*

Little flower?

Huh? When did... I wasnt...

*You feel Blackthorne shift. He opens his eyes softly. They seem dull. But he smiles towards you all the same.*

Little Zinnia?

*A golden amaranth, a tiger lily, and a blue iris float in, stopping before Orgia.*

Audrah, Ravio, and my sister are easiest to pull for me... the kids are next easiest but I'm a little low on magic.

*Green turns his attention to Blackthorne's, purring a little louder.*

Hey, Blackthorne. Glad you're awake... how do you feel?

...

Drained... but you got hit first... I couldn't just sit by... not while she was harming innocent people...

I didnt think she was going to try to... death magic on a someone like that...

*His eyes widen and he attempts to stand. Getting most of the way there before he falls back.*He tries to summon magic instead but it flickers and dies in his hands.*

The garden... I have to fix the garden.

No you dont. Its already taken care off.

But she killed so many...

Its okay. Most of them are alive again.

*He just watches Blackthorne, unwilling to move unless asked.*

Well... Thank you. I'm okay though... and I did invite her to try it. Sort of...

Are you okay? Death magic can be nasty...

*He nods.*

You can go see the garden in a bit. You have to drink the stupid healing tea first. You know the rules.

*He just thumps his back leg at Orgia's past statement.*

*Blackthorne tries to sit up again, stopped by one purring rabbit and decides against it. He lies back and begins petting your head.*

I feel... drained. Being a being who works with life alll of a sudden having death thrown at me was an experience... I cant quite pull on my own magic yet...

The stupid healing tea? You need it too, its okay. We can both suffer the stupid healing tea

*she chuckles.*

*He leans into Blackthorne's hands while purring louder.*

Death magic is... a lot. You should recover... death magic takes a lot out of anywhere doesn't use it.

*He makes a face.*

I don't want to. Just for the record. But fine. I'll drink the stupid tea.

*He looks to the woman and tilts his head. Something about the words older... hm ... it's nothing green is exhausted.*

*He tries to pull on his magic again, and he manages to summon a small cup before it falls away and smashes into petals on the ground.*

I hate this.... I cant make my own tea what is this... now Ori has to make it....

*Orgia crosses her arms.*

My tea is amazing thank you!

No it really isnt. Stupid healing Tea....

*Orgia scoffs. Smiling fondly. As she summons a pot of tea and pours two cups.*

Drink up!

*She shruggs.*

When he wants to be older? Not our fault that Sky was created as a flower first. His fate flower is older. You've just cheated your way through aging.

Dont be mean Orgia.

*He glares at the tea, but he does drink it as fast as he can. he hates the taste of the tea but it isn't Orgia's fault he just hates healing teas.*

I guess.

*He snorts at Orgia. He likes her. She's fun.*

But my tea tastes good! It's totally different!

*He looks at the cup. He gives a grumpy expression, it reminds you of Sky in a way.*

Come on now little flower. Drinking the tea is good for you....

Ori please I will drink it later...

No you wont! You've taken the not healing yourself thing from the mortals again! We told you that was bad for you.

Caelus... Please... we are all simply worried for your health. And if the god of heroes can drink it so can you.

*That makes him pause. Looking down a little before he takes the tea and drinks it too. Grimacing a little.*

*He just waits, watching Blackthorne and feeling his entire worldview shift yet again. So the fate of Future is — was a massive 'every negative word he can thing of' but apparently Beginning and life or middle or present or whatever aren't terrible? Or hide it better... but Blackthorne sure seems friendly with them. Hmmm...*

Caelus? I... don't think I know that one.

*He just huffs. His realm of power and title is a sore spot he's still not over.*

*A hand goes to his head dramatically. He seems much more relaxed. He gives a smile at the performance.*

Ahh...

*Blackthorne lowers his head.*

Its... was. It was my mortal name. Before I died. I... rediscovered it sometime ago and while i don't use it for most it feels... well.

They'll heal, Blackthorne. I just don't like healing teas.

*He nods. As long as Blackthorne doesn't mind the name he's not going to say anything.*

It's a nice name.

No ones does Green. No one does.

*He smiles softly.*

Thank you. Its... not for mortal minds just yet but I dont mind which one you use.

*He just hums. Unsure what to make of that. It feels Big ... but he can't name how.*

If you ever change your mind on that, tell me?

*Far away. With another of your copies you feel the relief be reflected back towards you in Skys sleep. You feel arms tighten ever so slightly around you and you have the feeling of being hugged while tucked under a blanket.*

*Blackthorne notices too. And smiles softly.*

*He purrs louder as he registers the feeling of being hugged, managing to project it faintly to the piece of him with Sky.*

If sleep jail is the worst that happens I'll call it a win. He's... probably going to be unhappy with me. But that's fine.

I think its less anger and more concern if you are worried.

*He sighs, and gives a nod. Waiting for the healing tea to do its job a little further before he tries to summon a tea pot. This time. He catches it.*

Do you want some normal tea? Stuff that actually tastes good?

It wasn't that bad!

*He nods slowly.*

Yes, real tea would be nice. Thank you.

*He looks to Orgia.*

Hello Blackthorne. It's been a while.

*He sounds done — but who wouldn't be at this point?*

- future @luherooflegend

*It takes a moment, but i do reappear within the gardens. I look tired myself.*

*He sees you, then looks away towards something out of your eyeline before returning to look at you. Moving across the field and giving a small nod in greeting. It's not hard to figure out why you are here. Not really.*

Am I allowed to see Tori's fate flower or are you still keeping secrets about her?

*He pauses, then sighs. That... was very unchariritable. And yeah you didn't tell him anything but you also aren't malicious to people... not really.*

I'm sorry. That... was out of line. Can I please see her flower?

Yes... his fate was uncertain for a moment there... as if tilting on a knife edge. Half of a petal died, the other half stayed alive if not sickly. The efforts of those involved are the reason he lives. That much I know...

*I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms. And i go to respond before... Ahh.*

Green we have spoken about this before. I can show you the flower but I cant divulge what it means.

*I fall silent for a moment, you can feel a split awareness somewhere...*

*I look down. pinching the bridge of my nose.*

You always say that... thank you.

*He's stopped asking you anyway. Why bother when you can't or won't answer? It's just upsetting. He does it how he aways does, by the feel of magic.*

How many places are you in right?

*He shakes his head.*

*I don't finish. But you can see it in my eye. The word i was going to say was Directly.*

Two others and here. I've a version of myself in... well you wouldnt know it was me if you looked at him. In Sky's time. To watch over the happenings there. And I am monitoring something....

*I raise an eyebrow.*

*He doesn't argue with you. He's aware of the trouble he faces for breaking laws anyway and he can't find it in him to ask you to break any law again after the first time.*

You don't say. Maybe Sky was right then... huh.

Is what your monitoring something you want help with?

*He really does despise all the secrets and hidden messages you have. He understands it's the best you can give and that you are actively trying but it's too much like being at court with Fable... You're probably sick of it too whispers a voice in his kind that sounds an awful lot like Audrah.)

*I raise an eyebrow.*

Is that right? What did he say? That he thought I was hanging around?

*I chuckle.*

I wish you could.

*I place a hand on my chin. There's something about the flower that... i really don't want you to see...*

Here. But only from where you are stood.

*He snorts.*

He wondered if someone was a lookout for you — or me but I know I don't have a look out in his era. I can't decide of he was joking or not.

*He hums at that, not ever a fan of being unable to help.*

*Okay maybe he was right when he asked if you were still keeping secrets about Tori. Why is he always right in off hand statements? He just stares blankly, trying to decide if pushing here is worth it or not. He really wants to... like he really wants to.*

*He's been sending too much time with Emerald again because he swears he can hear Rav say this is the best deal he'll get — take it or leave it. Okay there're no such things as too much time with his husband but the point stands.*

Fine.

*He stays where he is — looking at the flower and taking note of everything he can see. The gold is expected, of course.*

*He chuckles softly, looking to the side for a moment. As if something has just caught his attention on the wind. But he turns himself back. There's something akin to a storm brewing far away from where you are stood. You see a collection of seeker flowers fly towards it.*

Sky is correct. But i wont tell him who it is. I've an agreement with the guardsmen you see. They are as real a person as can be.

*He wishes you could. But he cant place that on you. Not one so young. The deaths of thousands because some divine being has deemed it so...*

I cant tell you all that much. You've seen all the colour's on this flower before. In her's and your own.

*He debates. looking at the part of the flower you cant see. He cradles a petal softly out of your sight. And looks up to you. There's real pain in his eyes. But a carefully placed mask tells you nothing more.*

I can tell you... there is....

*He sighs.*

That... sounds like a headache to think about too hard. But it tracks.

There's more than the colors and the curse, even I can see that...

A week?

*That is entirely too vague. And he absolutely hates it. He just sighs heavily.*

A week til what? Til there's another funeral? Til my daughter decides to raise the dead? A week til she's lost to the curse of some fucking entity?!

*I can feel your Ire....*

I cant say. But that is what the flower is telling me.

*You can see he's almost heartbroken. For what reason you cant figure out. He's always hated holding information away. He remains steadfast. Though it cracks at the edges.*

If i could tell you I would. You of all people should know that.

*He just crosses his arms because that seems easier than letting himself feel. It is only the time spent with Audrah learning to be better that keeps him from lashing out and reminding you that for reasons he doesn't understand right now you have always been Tori's favorite deity. Stupid knowing that he's supposed to be the bigger person. Stupid knowing his daughter would be so mad at him for throwing that in your face.*

*He just stares at the ground. Do you? Do you ever actually hate anything?*

When we decided to have children we were so sure nothing bad would happen. We were so fucking stupid. We should have stopped when we say that stupid fucking triangle on Tori.

I really am sorry...

*Your silence speaks louder than words do. Your anger would have been understandable.*

You want whats best for her. For all of them.

*He looks down.*

*He just takes slow, measured breaths.*

Of course I do, but I should have known better. No one in my family gets to have an easy life and half of us don't even get to be happy.

*That is a painful truth for both his blood family and his chosen family. Royalty and heroes rarely get lives that are both easy and happy. Sometimes they get neither.*

You always say you don't get to control fate — you just watch it. What else can you even do? The fates have had it out for my daughter since birth they branded her with some stupid fucking destiny. It's not like they care what anyone wnats.

Life has many ups and downs. Setbacks and forward leaps.

I make the transitions as gentle as possible. I nurture and care for the garden so that even in the darkest pits of dispear if they want to hear me they do. If they want a way out. They have it.

I may not have control over what they decide for someone. But I can soften the blow.

Audrah has always had the good way of it. She is much wiser than us I fear. Hope is always something to hold onto.

*I look at my hands.*

Is it?

*He's not together enough for the whole 'we need hope' spiel. He's heard it plenty but things feel like hope is foolish just now.*

*Green just sighs.*

Its what your brothers did for you... and its what she needs too.

I didnt. Not really. Ive been working on appealing to them. Why do you think ive been-

*he pauses. Turning to the place he was looking before. A hand falls to my chest. I seem to be in pain...*

*He... has no idea how you speak to the fates. That's not something he's been able to do himself — probably for the better.*

There is always hope green. You know full well what gold means on a flower.

*He just snorts.*

And you know how easily divinity drives minds to madness.

*He looks at you and his ears fall even further down. He now understands why Sky just nipped his hand a few times.*

You are infuriating sometimes. You know that?

*I give a soft chuckle.*

You make it sound like I am the one who has gone mad...

though, there was a point during the exile where speaking to the flowers started to get rather tempting.

*I smile softly, a chair appears behind you and myself as i sit down. A pot of tea, already steeped, sits on the table which you are sure was not there earlier.*

Considering the amount of times people curse me or the fates themselves. I know. I don't mean to be I promise.

*I wave a hand out.*

*He scoffs at that. As if Fate would be kind enough to let you escape and go mad.*

I'd probably talk to the damn flowers. Someone might as well.

*He would ask where the chair and table came from, but that's energy he doesn't have. You've always done this, so it's no different than Wild popping up with a new dish in the middle of a meal.*

I think the fates deserve the cursing. I'd curse them any day. I think I have today already.

... Fine.

*He sits, and he's definitely still upset but not quite so against hearing you.*

*I laugh.*

You can if you want. Some of them curse me every few hours though. Including this Zinnia...

You curse them every day anyway.

*I lean against the table. Giving a gentle smile.*

I know Green. I know... its... its awful. And you want your family back.

*He just shrugs.*

I curse you way less than before I died. And the fates know exactly what they did.

*He sighs, picking at his sleeve as he stares at the table. He is so having rabbit time later.*

Awful... is a nice word for it.

I... I don't recognize my daughter, Blackthorne. Even now that she's talking again she's... she's angry at me, and I don't know why. She's — so difficult to get to talk to me.

She's hiding things from everyone. She has a kid —

Blackthorne she used blood magic to knocking someone's out.

... When I heard Uranium had been in her memories — I thought maybe that explained things but that's awful too. I wanted him to be why Tori is so different except I don't.

... I may not have been her favorite person, but she was never this way with me before.

See I know you curse them directly now. It is appreciated.

*I give a hum, letting you speak your mind. You clearly need it.*

In her time she has been gone from us for years. Had to rely on herself and only herself for that time until her son came along and now he is a huge part of her life. I cannot speak for all the heroes but I know the ones I've had experience with struggled for a while after with knowing they had others to speak too. To love. People who cared about them.

I think she's scared. Scared that opening herself up again will lead to more pain.

That... plague on this garden still disgusts me to this day. Memories, though false and that have no baring on a souls flower. Still impact a person deeply.

*I sigh.*

You know....

*I take a sip of my tea.*

Maybe you should ask Sky what he did. He was in the same position with you. And he was able to fix things.

*He does listen, and isn't that strange. He remembers a time when he probably would have flipped you off and run away. His head hurts.*

She's... I'm glad she found Gan, but that doesn't change that she's.... Blackthorne my daughter is a God Slayer, and there was a time she genuinely wouldn't hurt anyone including a fly. I understand the hero life — I know what it costs to save the world... but I'm left mourning my little girl while a volatile woman who can barely stand me sits in her place.

I see pieces of who she was, around everyone else... I think she hates me sometimes.

I just... It never gets easier, watching the heroes. I stick with them their whole lives, I try to help them heal... I don't know how to help her. She doesn't seem to want my help.

*He makes a low chittering sound, a hold over from his early days of being a deity.*

I don't even want to begin to imagine what that thing raising a child looks like. She remembers it though.

*He shrinks at your suggestion and the way you know so concretely where he is.*

I... yeah... yeah I guess he was....

She is. But being a god slayer, doesn't mean that she will be like this forever.

And I know you are mourning your daughter for what she was before all this. Before the stupid triangles that like to mess with everything.

*I sigh.*

Its possible that it never did. Memories implanted might be simply knowledge that it happened. Not how.

And you've been doing a good job of it. I've backed off myself to give him space to heal. He feels, and dare I risk worrying you a moment. "Safe and warm." Whether you use your light or not.

... killing gods leaves a mark. She's killed three different gods.

Have you seen Tori since she got back? She... I don't even know... I just I'm grateful she has Fi.

*He shakes his head, giving Blackthorne a knowing look.*

I know she remembers it as well as she does her first childhood. I didn't get the prophetic dreams the family line has, but I still have premonition. I predicted a lot without knowing it.

*He gives a little huff, but he perks up just a little.*

He deserves to feel safe, I worry about him... I think we all do. I'd do anything to help him.

I'm glad he can rest. He needs it. He scared me... he scared everyone... I don't know how we got him stable... Tori did a lot.

... That's another thing, when did my baby get so mature and good at healing? She's always had the knack... learned from everyone she could but... I've never seen anyone do what she did. Did... you know she could do that?

I have not. My... duties have kept me here for quite some time now.

*I nod towards you.*

Pesky things those prophetic dreams.

*He chuckles. Taking a sip of his tea and now offering a cup to you. When did he pour that?*

Sky is one of those people who gives so much of himself to others all the time that he is one who is deserving of the care he gets now. He scares us all on a regular basis.

You know how many times I told him to slow down with the paperwork he was doing before this meeting? But he simply kept saying that he was doing it so Zelda didnt have too.

She got so good at healing because her life deemed it necessary.

I... wonder if its some kind of bleed over from the Triforce wishes. A wish to return to her family by any means necessary meaning that she's been granted these abilities by someone or another to do so.

*I sit silently for a moment.*

I did not.

*I smile.*

You and me both.

*I give a knowing hum*

Duties is a nice way to say the fates are being shitty again.

*He snorts.*

You're telling me. I'm not jealous of Sky and Fable there.

*He takes the tea, more than used to you just... having it.*

Thanks...

Nightengale could do with more breaks, but he's getting better. I'm sure it was at least twenty times you told him.

...

I hate that answer. That sucks so fucking much. She was supposed to have a good, calm life where she didn't have to get good at life saving.

... Maybe so. The triforce... is hard to understand even now.

*He sighs, he had hoped maybe you did because at least then someone was able to watch over Tori.*

Yeah...

*His face falls as he takes a sip of his tea to cover the urge to scream or cry.*

Yeah... I just — I've only seen magic poisoning as bad as hers once, and that took Firecracker stepping in to help heal... I shouldn't have let her make it worse but... how was I supposed to tell her not to save Sky?

*He gives a tired laughs.*

*He chuckles.*

No. I will never be jealous of such foresight.

*I give a nod.*

Thirty seven. To be exact. The man just does not like resting.

She did use the triforce... what three times? An artefact that kills most with a second use.

*I move and hold a hand out open on the table. You can hold it if you want too.*

Its An impossible decision. Espically if she wanted to save him.

You know. Of everything thats happened over the last few days. That would have made the most sense.

The easiest to blame when theres noone to blame. I wish I could... do more. I...

*I nod.*

*He smiles weakly.*

Fable swears it's worth it.

*He isn't surprised.*

Only thirty seven?

... Three times. I can't quite hate it — I know it's why she survived Uranium, and it did eventually bring her home but look what it cost.

*He's quiet, staring at your open hand for a minute. He takes it — of course he does. He's a tactile person and you... You're part of this weird family Green is slowly amassing.*

I'm not sure I made the right choice... but I don't think either of us could have forgiven me for not letting her try either.

*He snorts. He's not sure what the last few days have been like — or that he's partially to blame, but he knows everyone has had a busy few days.*

I guess it would have made sense. That's basically what happened back then isn't it? My memory of before is... not great always, I remembered meeting you while I was a cloud more clearly.

You do a lot more than you're supposed to, and you usually have some pretty awesome advice and shit.

*He shakes his head with a sigh.*

The cost was high yes. But her determination to return to you all at any cost when she could have stayed wherever she wished. It shows her love for us all.

*I move my thumb across the back of your hand.*

I can tell you this with certainty. If Tori had not done what she did that day. We would have lost him. That much I am sure off. Sora might have been able to hold onto his heart for a time but. The sky we know now. Would have been lost to us.

Ahh the baby cloud. That was an interesting discussion. Do you remember meeting me in Audrahs realm also?

Do I now? Im not all cryptic and mysterious and speak in riddles?

*He chuckles.*

Then maybe you should go and yell at her.

... I know. I know it says a lot that it didn't kill her for asking... but still.

*He sighs, looking to you again.*

I know. I'm really fucking proud of her for that, I'm glad Sky is here. She did everything she could... I just... I worry. For both of them.

*He gives a little half shrug.*

I do, actually. You said there were two bird boys, and I borrowed the ability to summon your flowers.

You're cryptic too, but if that was a problem I'd have made a lousy hero.

*He turns to the storm and you can watch him consider it. He looks back to you.*

*He sighs, nodding.*

Now that was a surprise.

*I chuckle.*

Sometimes being cryptic means noone knows what to expect from you next.

Not as much as I'll be in if she kills one more field of flowers...

*He just smiles a little.*

I'm sure it was. Sorry about that though.

*He snorts at the cryptic line.*

No wonder Firecracker likes you so much. I swear she picks random days to be as cryptic as she can.

... And do you want me to go yell at her? Or is that going to make more work for you?

Its quite alright.

We speak often. She is a good friend to me.

*He chuckles. But does consider it.*

I should say no. But... it would be rather nice...

*He grins sharply and it's a little uncanny because that expression is all Uranium. He would love to tear into Future because she has been nothing but a problem for him and those he cares about.*

If she asks you told me to stay away and to focus on the kids. Of course I was very unreasonable and went to misbehave.

*He softens though, face warming again as he squeezes your hand.*

I'm sorry... thank you, for talking... and the tea. I'm going to go crash a party and be a problem.

No apologies needed.

*I chuckle before standing.*

I'd quite like to witness this party crash. If thats quite alright.

Good to know I annoy her too I guess.

*He nods.*

Of course.

*He just shrugs a little.*

Dunno. Just... a feeling? Something is coming your way. No idea what fl- good fucking luck though feels a little chaotic but not... malicious.

Honestly? If she didnt have power over me I'd have done something about it.

*I sigh.*

I feel like i should be concerned... but thank you for the heads up.

*He nods.*

I get that.

*He almost asks if yours coming but he will simply let you be. He just continues on his way to the storm until he finds his way to the fate of Future.*

*As you approach you spot her stood in a field of dead flowers. Her dress is adorned with dead or dying flowers of all shapes and sizes. Stopped clock faces flow in a scarf that sits around her neck. Magically attached to a stream of light. As she turns around her eyes glow in orange hues. She holds a pair of golden garden shears.*

*as she sees you she scoffs. Her voice wraps around the air and drops it dead. Stops it from moving.*

Look who it is. The young misfit of a god...

*She crosses her arms.*

You know nothing of my works... you know nothing of the balance...

*He rolls his eyes.*

You know I'd rather be a loved misfit than a hateful old wanna-be noble.

*He snickers at her, fully committed to not letting anything she says garner a reaction she wants.*

You know nothing of being mortal. Or of adaptability it seems, so I guess we're even.

Ahh yes. The language of the youth. How barbaric...

*She shakes her head in disapproval.*

I am not here to be loved. For noone loves the bringer of death.

I am performing nessessary tasks that you could not possibly begin to understand. The life of one hero is equal to so many. If I cannot have the one. I will have the many instead.

Leave me to my task.

*The storm stops.*

*You can feel the stench of death as the flowers she walks past die. She steps on one. A young bud. Barely blooming as she stands to her full height infront of you. *

This is about Sky? You wanted Sky and so you're going to wipe out hundreds because your feelings are hurt?!

*Green's form comes apart until he stands in his truest form — an amalgamation of every Hero story and soilder. He sneers at her.*

I should have known. You're just another "hard core" bitchass jivapta

People have loved those that cause death you are unloved because you have such a rotten personality —

That was a child! You're killing children because you are a fucking infant!

*He backhands the goddess as hard as he can — which is pretty fucking hard. He shoves her to the ground after, leaning over and baring teeth.*

What is a mortal life anyhow then something that is finite. A speck of dust. Or sand on the winds of the universe. His time came. He was to die. And yet. Here we are.

*She takes the backhand in her stride. Though it does knock her to the ground. More flowers die as she does.*

*Theres a distant cry of pain.*

She chuckles.

Is that right?

*She snaps her fingers. Several tendrils of magic fade into the ground And she fades into the shadows. Before appearing behind you. Her hands behind her back.*

You really are a young mind. Barely a few years to your name. There is a balance in this universe that must be maintained. The cycle of death and life has rules you are too blind to understand.

If you were so good at killing I'd have never made it long enough to speak.

What do you know of life? You've never had one you ego centric madwoman!

*He whispers around when you appear behind him, and it is only the knowledge that you are clearly unstable and a threat that keeps him from trying to bite you — he's spending too much time around Puck and his parents— mentors again.*

Balance can be changed without decimation civilizations in a tantrum. My youngest son is more mature than your sorry ass.

*Oh — oh you want to pull the hero card? Really?*

IS IT NOT ENOUGH TO MAKE THEM CHILD SOILDERS AND TORMENT THEM WHILE THEY LIVE?! YOU HAVE TO KILL THEM YOUNG TOO?!

If the world is ever unlucky enough for you to reincarnate as a mortal, I will personally ensure you get to be tormented as the heroes have been.

*Magic crackles around him, pure light magic and shadows whip about. His anger is so easy to see.*

You know nothing of balance. You cant even keep your emotions in check.

Oh you poor speck. The children are not my domain. The path of a hero is etched by my sisters i am the one who ends it.

You would have to kill me first.

Gladly...

*She disapears. Laughing.*

He is one mortal. Why do you care so much? He's the one that made you into this in the first place.

*Vines erupt around you. They cry out in pain as even beyone death they are made to bend to her will.*

*They move to grab you. Hundreds of vines. Slashing towards you all at once.*

Let me see if I cant cut you down a few pegs...

*The more she moves the more she kills. Flowers fall limp and wither and die with every step.*

*He just flips her off. She's awful. Where's his sword when he needs it?*

He is a good man who deserves better than he got, and he is my brother. You will not take him the way you tried.

He is not who made me this. That would be Ganon and Demise.

*He dodges the vines but only just. He has to ignore the screams. Hm... He might have miscalculated. This would be a great time to call for help but he did dig this hole himself... he'll give it a bit, maybe call Audrah and Fierce.*

*Unfortunately a few vines do hit him and cause pain... He doesn't like that she has abilities similar to Tori's. Something in the very back of his mind is screaming but he has no idea what.*

So I suggest you choose wisely.

Try telling him that. He doesn't and wont believe you.

Oh I will...

*She sends a vine directly at you.*

*Theres a rush of petals.*

GET YOUR FILTHY FUCKING HANDS OFF HIM

*Blackthorne appears in a rush of flowers and dosent even slow down as he moves into the vines. Pushing power out of them and bringing them under his wing. Before twisting them through the winds and sending them back at her.*

Oh look. The Gardener. You have Flowers to tend. Leave us be. And get back to your work.

*He yells. As a flurry of life magics wrap around you before being pushed towards her. Your wounds heal and your pain disappears. He stands with a sword in hand. A rapier made of windsteel. He points it towards her.*

You are destroying my garden. Destroying my work!

I said. Get back to your work...

*Vines burst from the ground and grapple his hands. Pulling him back harshly, he gives a yell and snarls.*

This. Is my work!

Your work is the living. Not those already condemned...

*His outburst is cut off as he has to dodge the vines again. It's only because of time spent with Tori teaching her how to fight that he's able to escape more than a few extra gashes.*

*He flinches away when Blackthorne yells — that's a very primal fear reaction there. Fates? Easy but something about Gardener's emotional state is upsetting and it's feeding Green and — goddss fucking dammit that's a Twili bond. Shit. Why does Green only notice it now?*

Don't you talk down to him you over arrogant waste of magic!

*Green throws a wave of light magic at the woman in a rage because how dare she?!*

*The life magic is a welcome reprieve from the effects of death magic.*

*Green takes a careful breath and then he gives that same icy grin he gave Uranium. Vines. He knows vines. They're not unbeatable. A pain in his ass, but not impossibility.*

Don't you ever hold him down.

*She laughs. As she neutralise the light magic.*

Is that really all you can do?

I will do what I like.

*The vines wrap around him tighter and he is hurled towards the ground. Hitting it with a sickening thud. He cries out. Not in pain. But for the flowers beneath him.*

They have done nothing! Why?! Why do this?!

*She simply laughs.*

*The lights magic hits its mark and frees my hands from the bonds that had them bound. I send forth more life magics. Flowers growing and moving to make me dissappear before I reappear a small distance away.*

Remember what I told you Gardener. You were not given a name for a reason. You are simply what we make you and I can take that away at any point.

My name is Blackthorne! And I am a patron! I can do plenty before you even get the chance!

*He throws the rapier into the air and the wind pushes it towards her in a loud whistle. It embeds itself into one of the clock faces on her scarf and it cracks.*

*He's all rage now, the same state he gets into when facing bosses. He's running strategies and numbers against risk and reward.*

All I can do? Really? Oh I can't wait to show you what I can do.

*He falls still, letting Blackthorne do as he wishes. He won't take this from the man, Blackthorne deserves to say his piece. But when Future challenges them again? Well... Green is the God of heroes, not patience or wisdom.*

Bite me

You needed me to be the mortal connection because you didnt understand.

And maybe understanding has weakened our resolve to do what must be done.

*Blackthorne picks himself back up. Running between you and her.*

Green be careful!

*You can just about make out Blackthornes voice through the death magic. As he pushes through the wave of it. He takes on as much of it as he can to keep you as safe as he can.*

You... Will not...

*He takes a step forward. The full tidalwave of the death magic hitting him as he does.*

Harm my garden...

*The sword from earlier flies to his hand as more and more magic erupts from her chest. She screams.*

Ever again!

*The explosion is so harsh its sends us both backwards. A wave of death covers this portion of the garden as the fate of the futures body begins to fade.*

*I'm not dead. But I'm not moving either.*

Blackthorne?

*Theres a voice. Its. Gentler. And full of life. You feel healing magics dance over you as fairies get to work.*

What happened here... oh... oh my...

Isn't that the god of heroes?

They are friends yes.

You help him. I'll help this one...

Hello? Can you hear me?

*A quick inspection reveals a woman with a dress of blooming flowers and the one closer to you. Of young buds and new life. Her dress is green.*

Hi! You must be the god of heroes! Oh right we should probably get you healed up right? Just stay still...

Blackthorne-!

*The blast throws him back, and he reverts to rabbit form after he lands. Everything's hurts. A lot. His immunity to death magic is higher than the average being becoming of Tori but it is not enough to protect him fully here.*

*He groans, looking at you. He tries to move and does little more than twitch.*

BLACKTHORNE!

*He winces at the new presences. The magic they bring helps enough to keep him awake. He... has very little idea who they are by name but he knows what they are.*

*He does not want to stay still. He wants to take Flower Man and get the hell away. This is his fault — okay well Blackthorne has been handling Furure and her frankly abhorrent self for longer than Green has existed but he picked the fight and — oh God he's contributing to the destruction and death of so many flowers.... and Blackthorne — okay uh he can deal with all of these terrible realizations when he doesn't feel like he's dying or worried about Blackthorne getting punished.*

...Thanks.

*He moves as soon as the woman is done healing him, shaking his body out making his ears wiggle before he bounds over to Blackthorne.*

'M so so so sorry. Come on, you can be as mad at me as you want but you have to pull through.

*He turns to the other two fates, unsure what to make of them. They... didn't hurt him ans they very well could have. He isn't sure he's stronger emotionally to defend himself even now all the death magic he consumex is still wreaks havoc on him...*

He was never meant to take on that much magic...

Where is his fate flower?

Last time I looked at it it was not touched by her hand just yet.

I want to be sure.

*She nods. And summons it. The blackthorne blossom sits in her hand gently swaying in the wind but as strong as ever. Golden petals strech from its centre. She nods,happy.

Do not fear. Oh God of heroes. You just let us handle this.

*The one who was with you places a hand gently on your head. You can feel the death magic begin to be syphoned away.*

There you go. You'll be tired still but that stuff shouldnt do you any more harm now.

*You can see the other fate do the same with Me.*

Punishment? No. No if anything the punishment has been rendered already. Your fear for him is worry enough. We will not punish you further. We are only sorry its come to this...

*the fate of present. Looks away from her work on blacmthorne and looks to the grounds of dead flowers.*

Right...

*He stiffens when touched but relaxes a little when he realizes the woman is only pulling the death magic away. That... feels so much better. He is tired, and frankly this is the only portion of him awake — the others had passed out or ceased entirely.*

Thank you...

*He stays close but he isn't going to fight the other fate helping you. His eyes are quick, curious as he tries to make sense of everything.*

...No punishment... Okay... I just... okay.

*He's not sure he believes them, but he intended in the shape to fight even if he wanted to so he'll try to be civil... And so far while he doesn't love the things the fates have done these two haven't been terrible...*

Don't... uh sometimes it's hard to see things til after. Hindsight is 20/20 and all...

Hes split himself too thin.

Its only four ways.

Yes but now id say two would be pushing it.

*The fate of beginnings smiles. Waving a hand and summoning a blanket. Her eyes shine in a deep blue.*

It always will be difficult. Remember there were three of us to be able to see the way forward.

*The fate of present nods her head.*

Where does your magic lie?

*He sighs, settling down beside Blackthorne.*

I ... I'll take ypur word for that one.

*three. Weird.*

Oh.. Uh Mine? Chaos and Light but I have some shadow and lightning from when Audrah filled in my soul...

*She hums.*

Chaos and light... hmm...

*They look to eachother.*

Just put a gentle-

And quick!

- and quick light spell into his body. It'll kick-start his recovery. Then sit with him. You can rest if you want. We can take care of the rest.

*The fate of beginings looks to her counterpart.*

Audrah?

Another Patron.

Yes I know that. Protection I think. But I didnt realise that was how it happened.

*He nods slowly.*

Light spell. Okay.

*He puts his two front paws on Blackthorne's arm and focuses, sending light into the other as best he can before he stops, catching himself.*

*He frowns at them, unsure if they're really surprised or not as he lays beside Blackthorne, starting to lose his fight with awareness.*

*Audrah is currently feeding him energy to help him recover and has been doing her beat to support him while also keeping his kids where they are.*

*Green just grumbles as he tries to get comfortable.*

Ohohoh! Look its working!

*As she says you can see Blackthorne begin to breathe easy. He simply looks to be sleeping. Rather than injured.*

Upset her is an understatement. Hero of Legend. Turned God of heroes. Another one of the many who have defied her will at somepoint or another....

Oh hold on! You like that bird guy right? The one blackthorne tethered himself too. Oh what was it...

Nests.

Yeah! Nests.

*A patch of flowers surrounds you and cradles you in a gentle nest.*

There you go... when you wake up next you wont be here. Well in this dead field...

Take them back to Blackthornes dwelling. I will... see if there is something to be done about the travesty here....

*The fate of beginnings nods her head. Standing up. You feel gentle magic wrap around you.*

... Has she always dealt with being defied the way she did today? Because... that seems fucked up.

... nests?

*He startles at the new flowers but... this seems safe enough... and he'd barely awake anyway.... and... if it becomes dangerous he knows Audrah will show up...*

Okay... uhm...... thanks....

They can hear you sister.

But they are!

*The fate of present shakes her head.*

Not often. Many have defied her in the past and paid the price for it but normally she goes after the person. I... you know about Blackthornes imprisonment...

Knowing he was saved by God's must have... meant she wanted others in his place.

Mhm! Nests! Cosy bird nests for the mortals but you like it too. Ive seen you.

Sister...

Oh shush.

*you hear them playfully bickering amongst themselves as you fall asleep.*

*When you open your eyes again you are inside a small house. Blackthorne sleeps in a hammock besides you and you have been placed in a small blanket nest.*

*He makes a chittering sound before he sighs.*

I know about it, yes. I think it was too far, he already outlives everyone he gets attached too. The imprisonment was Future's doing?

*That... isn't a surprise.*

That still sounds shitty. She could have used her words with us. Or you know, not given him what was supposed to be a painful, nasty death. . . I know I'm biased but The hero of skies as done so much good, he deserved a better death if nothing else.

Nests... okay. Like burrows without ceiling... yeah... okay.

*He sleeps hard, form fluctuating between rabbit and blob of magic. When he does wake he settles back into rabbit form, watching the fate of... past? Start? He's not sure.*

Hi? Uh...

*He takes a moment to actually check in... he's still exhausted and recovering but... better.*

Yeah, I do... thank you.

It was a rather odd choice...

An odd choice? What even was that poison?! did you see how he had to make it? Honestly!

OHHHH You like burrows! The closed nest boxes! Yes!

Sister... compose yourself.

Oh shush I'm older than you.

---

*She walks around the room tidying up. Moving dishes around and magically dusting.*

Hi!

*She settles besides you.*

That's good! Ve's still out. I think she managed to help some of the flowers that Fu trampled. Its not everyone. But some of them will be okay!

Yeah... the... oh i know this i know this.... you and Scarlett? no. no that's not her name... uhh...

*She squints at you. Tilting her head.*

Tori! That was it!

Of course! I wasn't about to let you die! Do you know how long it takes to get deity flowers? So long! I absolutely would have fought her myself. In fact I have.

Good job on that by the way. I loved the claws. So cool!

*She stops herself.*

Oh! Right you don't know who I am!

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Ve?... I'm... I'm really glad she's able to help at all. Uhm... I... I'm sorry. I... Future was out of line... but I didn't make things better and I am sorry....

*He startles, not expecting you to know any of their names.*

Scarlett is my younger daughter. No.. um my eldest, is Tori like you said...she's... she's always had death magic. Life too... no idea where she got it honesty my other children inherited magic from me and my husband....

*He doesn't know why he's telling you so much. Hmm...*

She'll have to... take over the role responsibilities for a bit until we find someone suitable for the role....

Oh... oh its okay. Futura could get... angry a lot. When you only work with death while everyone else around you works with life it grates on the mind you know ?

*She looks confused by the startling.*

Oh right! I can see your family members. all of them. I created them if you think about it.

*She tilts her head.*

That is interesting... I thought we gave her chaos magic...

green it is! So... how long have you known Flower man?

*He has less grace towards Vena now but she isn't the ome he hears the most displeasure about so he won't say anything.*

I... am sorry you have to do that. It sounds like she'll be busy for a while...

I don't know, but... I've seen something similar on a much smaller scale.

*He just blinks at you, sitting up.*

You — okay. That... is weird to think about. Then... do you know why my eldest two weren't born as twins when they were definitely supposed to be?

*He isn't angry about that one, and it's not something he told anyone else but he's always wondered.*

Chaos... well... maybe it evolved? That's kind of what mine does.

*she giggles.*

I do actually. We tried, to get the flowers blooming together but the magic within them both was so different that it caused a break in the development.

So, we decided to let Tori bloom first with Alfie not far behind. Simply because she was the more developed at the time of the break is all.

I'm not so sure... I'll consult with my sisters- sister.

*She smiles.*

Oh Absolutely. Sorry I cant help it. Everything is a being of my creation, so i can pick up on thoughts and feelings. If i could stop it I would.

*He considers the answer and nods.*

I ... thank you. For letting him do what he needed to.

*He means it too. He loves his kids and he doesn't mind waiting if it means Alfie is healthy.*

If you... need to know anything to do so.. let me know. I don't know how Tor got her magic but I'm familiar with it.

*He snorts.*

Deities get some weird powers, that sounds like a lot.

I appreciate that. We might call on you for that guidance if needed.

Honestly, yes we do. I mean you turn into a cloud at will which i wish i could do. It sounds like so much fun.

Of course I care. Don't worry too much about it.

*She smiles gently, tempted to pet you but she things better of it and moves the hair out of Blackthorne's face instead. She seems fond of him.*

I care about all the things I've made. All the flowers I've planted.

Okay. You probably know how to find me?

It... It's really nice.

Okay?

*He watches you closer but decides to let you be sonce you aren't hurting Blackthorne.*

I... that makes sense. I guess I just didn't think about that possibility.

I do.

*She spots you watching her carefully and does move so she doesn't block your view before she turns around.*

Are you really older than your sister?

*She makes platforms for you to jump on to get to him easier and when you settle on his stomach he raises a hand to your back. Moving a thumb through your fur.*

*She chuckles.*

I don't look like I am do i? But yes. I am the oldest. you have discovered my secret.

That makes sense. Suppose you've seen many things come and go then. All the timelines and such? Sounds... like a lot.

*This is so weird. He did not expect anything today to happen. Here he is with a fate being civil after uh... picking a fight with her sister.*

... why are you being so nice?

*She settles into a sit, crossing her legs while floating in the air.*

While a strange question I think i understand why you've asked it.

Because I have hope. Where my sister did not. Hope that when buds leave my care and reach my sister that they will live long and prosperous lives. Not be the one to end it...

*The door opens and Vena steps in, the clock scarf that the future fate was wearing around her neck.*

I've saved.... who I could. Most of those... flowers will live.

*She collapses and Origa sends a gust of flowers towards her. Catching her with her magic.*

Oh... okay.

*That's probably the best response he has besides why the hell didn't you do anything about your terrible sister. That's probably unfair.*

*He watches Vena come in and collapse, blinking when adressed.*

I... I'm doing better.

*She shakes her head.*

I'm sorry.

I just finished work on that one! So much potential wasted!

*Origa crosses her arms. And begins to weave magic into her hands.*

I am glad you are feeling better. Are you feeling any effects of the death magic or are you stable now?

Sister you cant just ask someone if they are stable. this one has been worring about that mortal bird man for a while.

*She sighs. But nods.*

I will recover...

The magics of life over death when I do not entirely swing in that direction with my own is... Taxing. There will be no big deaths for a while... Once I have recovered I can keep an eye on both pathways until such a time we find a replacement.

I might already have someone in mind!

Really?

I'm closer to stable. Audrah hasn't started fussing at me so I'm probably fine.... the other pieces of me are still unconscious.

*He has no idea who could start to fill that role. To have someone with magic like the fate of futures... no. Absolutely not. They better fucking don't. It's fine, his daughter is the goddess of balance. It's just an intrusive thought. Not every stray thought is prophetic.*

*She places a hand on her chin.*

Bird boy? Oh... uhh... thats the.

The one that Blackthorne is tethered too.

Yes! Let me look.

*She stands and moves across to Blackthorne. Tilting her head slightly.*

Do you remember how to pull one?

Yes....

Its a gladiolus.

Right... Right I knew that...

*She Stands over Blackthorne before weaving a tether of magic around his hand. You feel his magic pulse to life.*

I just want to see how the gladiolus is if you can?

*He doesn't make an audible reaction but magic does pulse around his fingers before she pulls a string of pink magic from him. Settling the magic around her hand as it pulses a projection of Sky's fate flower.*

Hmm... it seems he's with someone else right now... I can feel deity magic near him...

Its the patron of protection. It seems she has gone to see him.

*Origa looks over the flower, she seems fascinated by it.*

You know its so weird to see it bloomed like this. Is there anything you want to say to him? I can pass on a... lets say feeling.

She shouldnt. But she would.

Oh shush.

*He should thank her later none of his children came barging in to try to help and that is very good.*

*He hums. He could have probably pulled the flower himself if he really wanted too but this is easier anyway.*

Bloomed like what?

Bloomed like anything really.

The flowers are passed onto my sister before they are fully developed. I... Don't really see much of the bloomed flowers. Of the stories they tell...

Of course.

*She smiles softly. Closing her eyes for a moment. The flower moves in her hands and you feel a spike of relief from the twili bond. Before it disappears from her hand.*

I don't understand the stories so well as Blackthorne and probably your sister... but it's interesting to see them change.

*He relaxes more when the bond shares relief, Sky can probably feel Green's own relief.*

*She laughs softly. You hear Blackthorne stir and she perks up.*

Little flower?

Huh? When did... I wasnt...

*You feel Blackthorne shift. He opens his eyes softly. They seem dull. But he smiles towards you all the same.*

Little Zinnia?

*A golden amaranth, a tiger lily, and a blue iris float in, stopping before Orgia.*

Audrah, Ravio, and my sister are easiest to pull for me... the kids are next easiest but I'm a little low on magic.

*Green turns his attention to Blackthorne's, purring a little louder.*

Hey, Blackthorne. Glad you're awake... how do you feel?

...

Drained... but you got hit first... I couldn't just sit by... not while she was harming innocent people...

I didnt think she was going to try to... death magic on a someone like that...

*His eyes widen and he attempts to stand. Getting most of the way there before he falls back.*He tries to summon magic instead but it flickers and dies in his hands.*

The garden... I have to fix the garden.

No you dont. Its already taken care off.

But she killed so many...

Its okay. Most of them are alive again.

*He just watches Blackthorne, unwilling to move unless asked.*

Well... Thank you. I'm okay though... and I did invite her to try it. Sort of...

Are you okay? Death magic can be nasty...

*He nods.*

You can go see the garden in a bit. You have to drink the stupid healing tea first. You know the rules.

*He just thumps his back leg at Orgia's past statement.*

*Blackthorne tries to sit up again, stopped by one purring rabbit and decides against it. He lies back and begins petting your head.*

I feel... drained. Being a being who works with life alll of a sudden having death thrown at me was an experience... I cant quite pull on my own magic yet...

The stupid healing tea? You need it too, its okay. We can both suffer the stupid healing tea

*she chuckles.*

*He leans into Blackthorne's hands while purring louder.*

Death magic is... a lot. You should recover... death magic takes a lot out of anywhere doesn't use it.

*He makes a face.*

I don't want to. Just for the record. But fine. I'll drink the stupid tea.

*He looks to the woman and tilts his head. Something about the words older... hm ... it's nothing green is exhausted.*

*He tries to pull on his magic again, and he manages to summon a small cup before it falls away and smashes into petals on the ground.*

I hate this.... I cant make my own tea what is this... now Ori has to make it....

*Orgia crosses her arms.*

My tea is amazing thank you!

No it really isnt. Stupid healing Tea....

*Orgia scoffs. Smiling fondly. As she summons a pot of tea and pours two cups.*

Drink up!

*She shruggs.*

When he wants to be older? Not our fault that Sky was created as a flower first. His fate flower is older. You've just cheated your way through aging.

Dont be mean Orgia.

*He glares at the tea, but he does drink it as fast as he can. he hates the taste of the tea but it isn't Orgia's fault he just hates healing teas.*

I guess.

*He snorts at Orgia. He likes her. She's fun.*

But my tea tastes good! It's totally different!

*He looks at the cup. He gives a grumpy expression, it reminds you of Sky in a way.*

Come on now little flower. Drinking the tea is good for you....

Ori please I will drink it later...

No you wont! You've taken the not healing yourself thing from the mortals again! We told you that was bad for you.

Caelus... Please... we are all simply worried for your health. And if the god of heroes can drink it so can you.

*That makes him pause. Looking down a little before he takes the tea and drinks it too. Grimacing a little.*

*He just waits, watching Blackthorne and feeling his entire worldview shift yet again. So the fate of Future is — was a massive 'every negative word he can thing of' but apparently Beginning and life or middle or present or whatever aren't terrible? Or hide it better... but Blackthorne sure seems friendly with them. Hmmm...*

Caelus? I... don't think I know that one.

*He just huffs. His realm of power and title is a sore spot he's still not over.*

*A hand goes to his head dramatically. He seems much more relaxed. He gives a smile at the performance.*

Ahh...

*Blackthorne lowers his head.*

Its... was. It was my mortal name. Before I died. I... rediscovered it sometime ago and while i don't use it for most it feels... well.

They'll heal, Blackthorne. I just don't like healing teas.

*He nods. As long as Blackthorne doesn't mind the name he's not going to say anything.*

It's a nice name.

No ones does Green. No one does.

*He smiles softly.*

Thank you. Its... not for mortal minds just yet but I dont mind which one you use.

*He just hums. Unsure what to make of that. It feels Big ... but he can't name how.*

If you ever change your mind on that, tell me?

*Far away. With another of your copies you feel the relief be reflected back towards you in Skys sleep. You feel arms tighten ever so slightly around you and you have the feeling of being hugged while tucked under a blanket.*

*Blackthorne notices too. And smiles softly.*

*He purrs louder as he registers the feeling of being hugged, managing to project it faintly to the piece of him with Sky.*

If sleep jail is the worst that happens I'll call it a win. He's... probably going to be unhappy with me. But that's fine.

Hello Blackthorne. It's been a while.

*He sounds done — but who wouldn't be at this point?*

- future @luherooflegend

*It takes a moment, but i do reappear within the gardens. I look tired myself.*

*He sees you, then looks away towards something out of your eyeline before returning to look at you. Moving across the field and giving a small nod in greeting. It's not hard to figure out why you are here. Not really.*

Am I allowed to see Tori's fate flower or are you still keeping secrets about her?

*He pauses, then sighs. That... was very unchariritable. And yeah you didn't tell him anything but you also aren't malicious to people... not really.*

I'm sorry. That... was out of line. Can I please see her flower?

Yes... his fate was uncertain for a moment there... as if tilting on a knife edge. Half of a petal died, the other half stayed alive if not sickly. The efforts of those involved are the reason he lives. That much I know...

*I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms. And i go to respond before... Ahh.*

Green we have spoken about this before. I can show you the flower but I cant divulge what it means.

*I fall silent for a moment, you can feel a split awareness somewhere...*

*I look down. pinching the bridge of my nose.*

You always say that... thank you.

*He's stopped asking you anyway. Why bother when you can't or won't answer? It's just upsetting. He does it how he aways does, by the feel of magic.*

How many places are you in right?

*He shakes his head.*

*I don't finish. But you can see it in my eye. The word i was going to say was Directly.*

Two others and here. I've a version of myself in... well you wouldnt know it was me if you looked at him. In Sky's time. To watch over the happenings there. And I am monitoring something....

*I raise an eyebrow.*

*He doesn't argue with you. He's aware of the trouble he faces for breaking laws anyway and he can't find it in him to ask you to break any law again after the first time.*

You don't say. Maybe Sky was right then... huh.

Is what your monitoring something you want help with?

*He really does despise all the secrets and hidden messages you have. He understands it's the best you can give and that you are actively trying but it's too much like being at court with Fable... You're probably sick of it too whispers a voice in his kind that sounds an awful lot like Audrah.)

*I raise an eyebrow.*

Is that right? What did he say? That he thought I was hanging around?

*I chuckle.*

I wish you could.

*I place a hand on my chin. There's something about the flower that... i really don't want you to see...*

Here. But only from where you are stood.

*He snorts.*

He wondered if someone was a lookout for you — or me but I know I don't have a look out in his era. I can't decide of he was joking or not.

*He hums at that, not ever a fan of being unable to help.*

*Okay maybe he was right when he asked if you were still keeping secrets about Tori. Why is he always right in off hand statements? He just stares blankly, trying to decide if pushing here is worth it or not. He really wants to... like he really wants to.*

*He's been sending too much time with Emerald again because he swears he can hear Rav say this is the best deal he'll get — take it or leave it. Okay there're no such things as too much time with his husband but the point stands.*

Fine.

*He stays where he is — looking at the flower and taking note of everything he can see. The gold is expected, of course.*

*He chuckles softly, looking to the side for a moment. As if something has just caught his attention on the wind. But he turns himself back. There's something akin to a storm brewing far away from where you are stood. You see a collection of seeker flowers fly towards it.*

Sky is correct. But i wont tell him who it is. I've an agreement with the guardsmen you see. They are as real a person as can be.

*He wishes you could. But he cant place that on you. Not one so young. The deaths of thousands because some divine being has deemed it so...*

I cant tell you all that much. You've seen all the colour's on this flower before. In her's and your own.

*He debates. looking at the part of the flower you cant see. He cradles a petal softly out of your sight. And looks up to you. There's real pain in his eyes. But a carefully placed mask tells you nothing more.*

I can tell you... there is....

*He sighs.*

That... sounds like a headache to think about too hard. But it tracks.

There's more than the colors and the curse, even I can see that...

A week?

*That is entirely too vague. And he absolutely hates it. He just sighs heavily.*

A week til what? Til there's another funeral? Til my daughter decides to raise the dead? A week til she's lost to the curse of some fucking entity?!

*I can feel your Ire....*

I cant say. But that is what the flower is telling me.

*You can see he's almost heartbroken. For what reason you cant figure out. He's always hated holding information away. He remains steadfast. Though it cracks at the edges.*

If i could tell you I would. You of all people should know that.

*He just crosses his arms because that seems easier than letting himself feel. It is only the time spent with Audrah learning to be better that keeps him from lashing out and reminding you that for reasons he doesn't understand right now you have always been Tori's favorite deity. Stupid knowing that he's supposed to be the bigger person. Stupid knowing his daughter would be so mad at him for throwing that in your face.*

*He just stares at the ground. Do you? Do you ever actually hate anything?*

When we decided to have children we were so sure nothing bad would happen. We were so fucking stupid. We should have stopped when we say that stupid fucking triangle on Tori.

I really am sorry...

*Your silence speaks louder than words do. Your anger would have been understandable.*

You want whats best for her. For all of them.

*He looks down.*

*He just takes slow, measured breaths.*

Of course I do, but I should have known better. No one in my family gets to have an easy life and half of us don't even get to be happy.

*That is a painful truth for both his blood family and his chosen family. Royalty and heroes rarely get lives that are both easy and happy. Sometimes they get neither.*

You always say you don't get to control fate — you just watch it. What else can you even do? The fates have had it out for my daughter since birth they branded her with some stupid fucking destiny. It's not like they care what anyone wnats.

Life has many ups and downs. Setbacks and forward leaps.

I make the transitions as gentle as possible. I nurture and care for the garden so that even in the darkest pits of dispear if they want to hear me they do. If they want a way out. They have it.

I may not have control over what they decide for someone. But I can soften the blow.

Audrah has always had the good way of it. She is much wiser than us I fear. Hope is always something to hold onto.

*I look at my hands.*

Is it?

*He's not together enough for the whole 'we need hope' spiel. He's heard it plenty but things feel like hope is foolish just now.*

*Green just sighs.*

Its what your brothers did for you... and its what she needs too.

I didnt. Not really. Ive been working on appealing to them. Why do you think ive been-

*he pauses. Turning to the place he was looking before. A hand falls to my chest. I seem to be in pain...*

*He... has no idea how you speak to the fates. That's not something he's been able to do himself — probably for the better.*

There is always hope green. You know full well what gold means on a flower.

*He just snorts.*

And you know how easily divinity drives minds to madness.

*He looks at you and his ears fall even further down. He now understands why Sky just nipped his hand a few times.*

You are infuriating sometimes. You know that?

*I give a soft chuckle.*

You make it sound like I am the one who has gone mad...

though, there was a point during the exile where speaking to the flowers started to get rather tempting.

*I smile softly, a chair appears behind you and myself as i sit down. A pot of tea, already steeped, sits on the table which you are sure was not there earlier.*

Considering the amount of times people curse me or the fates themselves. I know. I don't mean to be I promise.

*I wave a hand out.*

*He scoffs at that. As if Fate would be kind enough to let you escape and go mad.*

I'd probably talk to the damn flowers. Someone might as well.

*He would ask where the chair and table came from, but that's energy he doesn't have. You've always done this, so it's no different than Wild popping up with a new dish in the middle of a meal.*

I think the fates deserve the cursing. I'd curse them any day. I think I have today already.

... Fine.

*He sits, and he's definitely still upset but not quite so against hearing you.*

*I laugh.*

You can if you want. Some of them curse me every few hours though. Including this Zinnia...

You curse them every day anyway.

*I lean against the table. Giving a gentle smile.*

I know Green. I know... its... its awful. And you want your family back.

*He just shrugs.*

I curse you way less than before I died. And the fates know exactly what they did.

*He sighs, picking at his sleeve as he stares at the table. He is so having rabbit time later.*

Awful... is a nice word for it.

I... I don't recognize my daughter, Blackthorne. Even now that she's talking again she's... she's angry at me, and I don't know why. She's — so difficult to get to talk to me.

She's hiding things from everyone. She has a kid —

Blackthorne she used blood magic to knocking someone's out.

... When I heard Uranium had been in her memories — I thought maybe that explained things but that's awful too. I wanted him to be why Tori is so different except I don't.

... I may not have been her favorite person, but she was never this way with me before.

See I know you curse them directly now. It is appreciated.

*I give a hum, letting you speak your mind. You clearly need it.*

In her time she has been gone from us for years. Had to rely on herself and only herself for that time until her son came along and now he is a huge part of her life. I cannot speak for all the heroes but I know the ones I've had experience with struggled for a while after with knowing they had others to speak too. To love. People who cared about them.

I think she's scared. Scared that opening herself up again will lead to more pain.

That... plague on this garden still disgusts me to this day. Memories, though false and that have no baring on a souls flower. Still impact a person deeply.

*I sigh.*

You know....

*I take a sip of my tea.*

Maybe you should ask Sky what he did. He was in the same position with you. And he was able to fix things.

*He does listen, and isn't that strange. He remembers a time when he probably would have flipped you off and run away. His head hurts.*

She's... I'm glad she found Gan, but that doesn't change that she's.... Blackthorne my daughter is a God Slayer, and there was a time she genuinely wouldn't hurt anyone including a fly. I understand the hero life — I know what it costs to save the world... but I'm left mourning my little girl while a volatile woman who can barely stand me sits in her place.

I see pieces of who she was, around everyone else... I think she hates me sometimes.

I just... It never gets easier, watching the heroes. I stick with them their whole lives, I try to help them heal... I don't know how to help her. She doesn't seem to want my help.

*He makes a low chittering sound, a hold over from his early days of being a deity.*

I don't even want to begin to imagine what that thing raising a child looks like. She remembers it though.

*He shrinks at your suggestion and the way you know so concretely where he is.*

I... yeah... yeah I guess he was....

She is. But being a god slayer, doesn't mean that she will be like this forever.

And I know you are mourning your daughter for what she was before all this. Before the stupid triangles that like to mess with everything.

*I sigh.*

Its possible that it never did. Memories implanted might be simply knowledge that it happened. Not how.

And you've been doing a good job of it. I've backed off myself to give him space to heal. He feels, and dare I risk worrying you a moment. "Safe and warm." Whether you use your light or not.

... killing gods leaves a mark. She's killed three different gods.

Have you seen Tori since she got back? She... I don't even know... I just I'm grateful she has Fi.

*He shakes his head, giving Blackthorne a knowing look.*

I know she remembers it as well as she does her first childhood. I didn't get the prophetic dreams the family line has, but I still have premonition. I predicted a lot without knowing it.

*He gives a little huff, but he perks up just a little.*

He deserves to feel safe, I worry about him... I think we all do. I'd do anything to help him.

I'm glad he can rest. He needs it. He scared me... he scared everyone... I don't know how we got him stable... Tori did a lot.

... That's another thing, when did my baby get so mature and good at healing? She's always had the knack... learned from everyone she could but... I've never seen anyone do what she did. Did... you know she could do that?

I have not. My... duties have kept me here for quite some time now.

*I nod towards you.*

Pesky things those prophetic dreams.

*He chuckles. Taking a sip of his tea and now offering a cup to you. When did he pour that?*

Sky is one of those people who gives so much of himself to others all the time that he is one who is deserving of the care he gets now. He scares us all on a regular basis.

You know how many times I told him to slow down with the paperwork he was doing before this meeting? But he simply kept saying that he was doing it so Zelda didnt have too.

She got so good at healing because her life deemed it necessary.

I... wonder if its some kind of bleed over from the Triforce wishes. A wish to return to her family by any means necessary meaning that she's been granted these abilities by someone or another to do so.

*I sit silently for a moment.*

I did not.

*I smile.*

You and me both.

*I give a knowing hum*

Duties is a nice way to say the fates are being shitty again.

*He snorts.*

You're telling me. I'm not jealous of Sky and Fable there.

*He takes the tea, more than used to you just... having it.*

Thanks...

Nightengale could do with more breaks, but he's getting better. I'm sure it was at least twenty times you told him.

...

I hate that answer. That sucks so fucking much. She was supposed to have a good, calm life where she didn't have to get good at life saving.

... Maybe so. The triforce... is hard to understand even now.

*He sighs, he had hoped maybe you did because at least then someone was able to watch over Tori.*

Yeah...

*His face falls as he takes a sip of his tea to cover the urge to scream or cry.*

Yeah... I just — I've only seen magic poisoning as bad as hers once, and that took Firecracker stepping in to help heal... I shouldn't have let her make it worse but... how was I supposed to tell her not to save Sky?

*He gives a tired laughs.*

*He chuckles.*

No. I will never be jealous of such foresight.

*I give a nod.*

Thirty seven. To be exact. The man just does not like resting.

She did use the triforce... what three times? An artefact that kills most with a second use.

*I move and hold a hand out open on the table. You can hold it if you want too.*

Its An impossible decision. Espically if she wanted to save him.

You know. Of everything thats happened over the last few days. That would have made the most sense.

The easiest to blame when theres noone to blame. I wish I could... do more. I...

*I nod.*

*He smiles weakly.*

Fable swears it's worth it.

*He isn't surprised.*

Only thirty seven?

... Three times. I can't quite hate it — I know it's why she survived Uranium, and it did eventually bring her home but look what it cost.

*He's quiet, staring at your open hand for a minute. He takes it — of course he does. He's a tactile person and you... You're part of this weird family Green is slowly amassing.*

I'm not sure I made the right choice... but I don't think either of us could have forgiven me for not letting her try either.

*He snorts. He's not sure what the last few days have been like — or that he's partially to blame, but he knows everyone has had a busy few days.*

I guess it would have made sense. That's basically what happened back then isn't it? My memory of before is... not great always, I remembered meeting you while I was a cloud more clearly.

You do a lot more than you're supposed to, and you usually have some pretty awesome advice and shit.

*He shakes his head with a sigh.*

The cost was high yes. But her determination to return to you all at any cost when she could have stayed wherever she wished. It shows her love for us all.

*I move my thumb across the back of your hand.*

I can tell you this with certainty. If Tori had not done what she did that day. We would have lost him. That much I am sure off. Sora might have been able to hold onto his heart for a time but. The sky we know now. Would have been lost to us.

Ahh the baby cloud. That was an interesting discussion. Do you remember meeting me in Audrahs realm also?

Do I now? Im not all cryptic and mysterious and speak in riddles?

*He chuckles.*

Then maybe you should go and yell at her.

... I know. I know it says a lot that it didn't kill her for asking... but still.

*He sighs, looking to you again.*

I know. I'm really fucking proud of her for that, I'm glad Sky is here. She did everything she could... I just... I worry. For both of them.

*He gives a little half shrug.*

I do, actually. You said there were two bird boys, and I borrowed the ability to summon your flowers.

You're cryptic too, but if that was a problem I'd have made a lousy hero.

*He turns to the storm and you can watch him consider it. He looks back to you.*

*He sighs, nodding.*

Now that was a surprise.

*I chuckle.*

Sometimes being cryptic means noone knows what to expect from you next.

Not as much as I'll be in if she kills one more field of flowers...

*He just smiles a little.*

I'm sure it was. Sorry about that though.

*He snorts at the cryptic line.*

No wonder Firecracker likes you so much. I swear she picks random days to be as cryptic as she can.

... And do you want me to go yell at her? Or is that going to make more work for you?

Its quite alright.

We speak often. She is a good friend to me.

*He chuckles. But does consider it.*

I should say no. But... it would be rather nice...

*He grins sharply and it's a little uncanny because that expression is all Uranium. He would love to tear into Future because she has been nothing but a problem for him and those he cares about.*

If she asks you told me to stay away and to focus on the kids. Of course I was very unreasonable and went to misbehave.

*He softens though, face warming again as he squeezes your hand.*

I'm sorry... thank you, for talking... and the tea. I'm going to go crash a party and be a problem.

No apologies needed.

*I chuckle before standing.*

I'd quite like to witness this party crash. If thats quite alright.

Good to know I annoy her too I guess.

*He nods.*

Of course.

*He just shrugs a little.*

Dunno. Just... a feeling? Something is coming your way. No idea what fl- good fucking luck though feels a little chaotic but not... malicious.

Honestly? If she didnt have power over me I'd have done something about it.

*I sigh.*

I feel like i should be concerned... but thank you for the heads up.

*He nods.*

I get that.

*He almost asks if yours coming but he will simply let you be. He just continues on his way to the storm until he finds his way to the fate of Future.*

*As you approach you spot her stood in a field of dead flowers. Her dress is adorned with dead or dying flowers of all shapes and sizes. Stopped clock faces flow in a scarf that sits around her neck. Magically attached to a stream of light. As she turns around her eyes glow in orange hues. She holds a pair of golden garden shears.*

*as she sees you she scoffs. Her voice wraps around the air and drops it dead. Stops it from moving.*

Look who it is. The young misfit of a god...

*She crosses her arms.*

You know nothing of my works... you know nothing of the balance...

*He rolls his eyes.*

You know I'd rather be a loved misfit than a hateful old wanna-be noble.

*He snickers at her, fully committed to not letting anything she says garner a reaction she wants.*

You know nothing of being mortal. Or of adaptability it seems, so I guess we're even.

Ahh yes. The language of the youth. How barbaric...

*She shakes her head in disapproval.*

I am not here to be loved. For noone loves the bringer of death.

I am performing nessessary tasks that you could not possibly begin to understand. The life of one hero is equal to so many. If I cannot have the one. I will have the many instead.

Leave me to my task.

*The storm stops.*

*You can feel the stench of death as the flowers she walks past die. She steps on one. A young bud. Barely blooming as she stands to her full height infront of you. *

This is about Sky? You wanted Sky and so you're going to wipe out hundreds because your feelings are hurt?!

*Green's form comes apart until he stands in his truest form — an amalgamation of every Hero story and soilder. He sneers at her.*

I should have known. You're just another "hard core" bitchass jivapta

People have loved those that cause death you are unloved because you have such a rotten personality —

That was a child! You're killing children because you are a fucking infant!

*He backhands the goddess as hard as he can — which is pretty fucking hard. He shoves her to the ground after, leaning over and baring teeth.*

What is a mortal life anyhow then something that is finite. A speck of dust. Or sand on the winds of the universe. His time came. He was to die. And yet. Here we are.

*She takes the backhand in her stride. Though it does knock her to the ground. More flowers die as she does.*

*Theres a distant cry of pain.*

She chuckles.

Is that right?

*She snaps her fingers. Several tendrils of magic fade into the ground And she fades into the shadows. Before appearing behind you. Her hands behind her back.*

You really are a young mind. Barely a few years to your name. There is a balance in this universe that must be maintained. The cycle of death and life has rules you are too blind to understand.