I DONT write but this is some Old Outsider!AU of a slightly more realistic scenario in which a Terrifying Military Warlord having 100% Control over a Peaceful Mediator is to (everybody else) an entirely Unpleasant and Unhealthy scenario and to TurnTapp and Saparata they are entirely in love and the Covenant are a bunch of loyal Wolves to what is now Theirs.
Jonsie is a loyal Soldier of the Cass Coalition- he is *really*- though he’s not exactly a *model* Soldier- more like a scout.
If you asked him about it- he’d tell you he was a soldier and that he has all the training and experience required to *be* a soldier- but if he pulled you aside later and told you he wasn’t all that good at combat and he was much better at *running* and *sneaking* then that was *Private* and you shouldn’t tell anybody else
He’s nervous though- scouting the newly opened isle of Yggdrasil is terrifying and exhausting in ways he hadn’t imagined- and easier than previous thought.
The days are scorching- without lush and lively trees around to provide shade- the volcano has full reign over the temperature of the day and it seems inclined to flirt with the sun on who can make the Earth Boil the most. The same could be said for the night as the vast and inhospitable Tundra to the north appears to try and Woo the Moon with its frosty winds and rushing gales over the plains. Ice forms on all available surfaces and then melt almost immediately as soon as the sun begins to peak over the horizon- temporarily creating a muddy and Slippery and *dangerous* mess on the entire island for a short period before it dries.
Which means that when he attempts to reach higher ground- his foot slips in the ungodly death trap that is *this* *entire* *island* and precedes to tumble ass over teakettle down an outcropping of mud, throwing out curses and ‘Ouches’ in equal measure, he doesn’t expect to land above a lower plateau- a plateau in which he spots several figures down below in.
From his position sprawled out unceremoniously above, he can’t *quite* make out who they are until he gets his wits about him-Finally- and crouches low to get a better look. What he sees steals his breath and causes his stomach to clench.
A bright bleeding sword with golden Hilts greets him as he spies their bannered shields- it’s a newly familiar and newly *terrifying* symbol of The Covenant. There are several warriors each one tall and proud and decked head to toe in *Netherite*. They’re in a sort of Circle- forming a ring around an another figure. And when Jonsie scrambles to take out his spyglass- the figure moves *just* enough that he can’t see *Who* it is that’s surrounded.
Much smaller than the towering Killers around him, wearing white robes much too thin to their Impenetrable Netherite Armor and looking terribly *Vulnerable* because of it- is Saparata. Jonsie never knew the man personally, but even before the slaughter, saparata was known for his gentle and pretty words and his even prettier face- someone who turned not to Weapons but to Speeches when Conflict arose. Jonsie had teetered on and off the fence about Saparata’s innocent in regards to the crimes- but seeing him there, surrounded in all sides by soldiers seen snapping at the heels of every passing Pandoran who wandered too close to their territory- Armoured and *Armed* - whilst he wore what appeared to be clothes much too thin to protect him from the elements- much less *from* *them*- cause Jonsie heart to race.
Regardless of Saparata crimes- no one deserved to be treated like *that*- like a lesser thing, a *pet* or an object- unneeding of care or simple commodities.
But there was nothing he could do.
(Meanwhile Saps is wearing Covenant Spider Silk (the lack of Farm animals on Yggdrasil means the nations much turn to much more *dangerous* means of acquiring Thread) much more durable than it looks despite how thin it is and Hand Weaved to the individual- a meaningful gift as a sign of acceptance into The Covenant)
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