Finn

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Finn couldn’t form the words he wanted to say, his cowering form hiding in the corner of the dirty cell. A corner he was far too familiar with, one that he had spent most of his life trembling in while doing everything he could to protect his sister. But now, he was alone and afraid with no one to help him. 

He had already accepted he was going to die but that did not mean he couldn’t be afraid of death. All Finn wanted right now was his sister and his mirror; he wanted to see Anja smile and laugh and dance around like she always did, to see her feathers ruffling and glimmering in the sunlight. To hear her singing to the animals and whispering to the sun, he just wanted his sister.

Pressing further into the corner, Finn pulled his wing closer to him and hid his tears, sniffling and twitching while trying to ignore Pierre’s harsh words that dug into his heart. He knew the demon had his mirror in his pocket but Finn knew better than to try and get it, Anja would tell him not to. 

He crouched down in front of the boy with a sharp toothed grin and reached out to touch the feathers on Finn’s shoulder, looking at them for a moment before taking a handful of them and ripping them out of his skin, his shoulder immediately starting to bleed.

Watching the way Pierre moved toward him, the boy began to panic and attempted to kick his legs out but the fear had overtaken him. There were too many emotions gnawing at his heart for him to muster up any courage to save himself, his clawed feet hitting Pierre’s chest almost pathetically.

Anja would be disappointed in him for being such a coward, he knew she would be but he was so scared, so alone and afraid to do much other than bare his fangs and hiss. Although it came out as more of a terrified whimper, like a kitten caught between two feral dogs. Finn tried to bat the hands of the demon away from him but soon felt the agonising pain of his feathers being ripped right from his skin, the blood pouring out of the wound like water in a stream and pooling on the floor. All he could do was screech, clutching onto his shoulder as he wailed like a child and shuffled as far away as possible. He turned to yelling for Anja, screaming her name into the air and listening to it echo in the dungeons. 

No one answered him.

Pierre continued to rip feathers out of Finn’s skin, huffing and rolling his eyes when the boy didn’t stop wailing and screaming for his sister, punching him hard to shut him up.

Anja’s feathered ears twitched when she heard incredibly faint screams coming from the other side of the dungeons. It was so faint she couldn’t tell who it was, but she had a gut feeling it was her brother. She could always tell when he was in trouble.

“Finn!? Anja can hear you! She will help, is okay!”

Finn whimpered when Pierre’s first made contact with his face, twisting it to the side and causing a faint burning sensation on the side of his jaw. It would bruise soon and Finn hated bruises, they made him look ugly. 

The bird’s quick thinking kicked in and he curled the claws of his feet, lashing out again with as much strength as he could muster. His curled talons hooked into the skin of Pierre’s chest and he quickly tugged down, ripping the skin and forcing the deep red blood from his body. The action gave him enough time to scramble up from the floor and dash toward the rusty cell door, grabbing onto the bars and tugging hard.

His ears twitched at the distant yelling in the dungeons, feathers ruffling and his tail swooshed up from the ground to wrap around his trembling frame. He could hardly make out what the voice was saying or where it was coming from, but, he was certain of one thing, he knew Anja’s voice and it was her, screaming out for him and he had to get to her. Finn ignored the way Pierre groaned behind him and tried hard to pull the door open, scratching at the metal and returning the call to his sister.

Anja pulled harder on the bars of the door when she heard her brother calling out to her, causing a bar to literally snap off and for her to stumble back, eyes wide. She didn’t think she was that strong. She sat the bar to the side and kept pulling at the door, eventually breaking the hinges and making the door fall off completely, quickly jumping back before it could land on her though.

“Anja is coming, Finn!”

He put all the strength he could muster into his abilities and he soon felt his skin begin to prickle, going almost numb and the colour drained from his frame. If Pierre was to touch him with his bare hands, it would burn through him and sting as though he had just stuck his hand into a patch of nettles. Finn wasn’t sure if it would do anything, but unless Anja found him soon, it was one of the only things he could do to try and save his life.

“Can’t protect yourself that well, can you?”

Anja glanced in every cell she passed as she ran, finding them either empty or filled with badly beaten and starved people, but not her brother. She almost ran straight past the cell him and Pierre were in but skidded to a halt, grabbing onto the bars of the cell door and shaking the door hard.

However, the blurry figure of Anja appearing at the door made him move faster than he ever had. It was as if even the thought of her had jumpstarted him into moving. Finn was fast and sly, so jumping up from the ground and slipping underneath Pierre was no difficult task for him despite the blood that simply leaked from every part of his body. His nimble fingers unhooked the ring of keys from the demon’s belt with ease and he slid them along the floor, watching them come to a stop at Anja’s feet.

Anja ran straight over to Pierre with the metal bar in hand and hit him as hard as she could with it to get him to stop hurting Finn.

“You don’t touch Finn! Horrible man! Anja knows all about what Pierre done to Taygete, Pierre is a monster! Anja knows you were trying to lure her in, make her hate Finn! Pierre is the stupid one! Anja loves her brother, no one loves Pierre!”

When Pierre’s hand met Anja’s face, he hissed in anger and launched himself at the demon, his claws thick and pointed as the hooked into his face and latched into the skin. He had a hold on Pierre like a cat that was playing with its pray and Finn knew what Anja was about to do, he could see the veins in her body pulsing and filling with that familiar green colour that shined through her skin. 

Swinging himself round, he brought Pierre with him so his back was easily accessible to Anja and he watched in faint pride as his sister threw herself up there with ease. Soon, Pierre’s arm fell from the shoulder and deep, thick blood poured from the wound as the man screamed. As much as Finn would have loved to watch him wail on the floor, his quick thinking quicked in again and he hopped over the demon, grabbing his sisters hand and tugging her out of the cell and down the dark corridors of the dungeons.

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Finn couldn’t form the words he wanted to say, his cowering form hiding in the corner of the dirty cell. A corner he was far too familiar with, one that he had spent most of his life trembling in while doing everything he could to protect his sister. But now, he was alone and afraid with no one to help him. 

He had already accepted he was going to die but that did not mean he couldn’t be afraid of death. All Finn wanted right now was his sister and his mirror; he wanted to see Anja smile and laugh and dance around like she always did, to see her feathers ruffling and glimmering in the sunlight. To hear her singing to the animals and whispering to the sun, he just wanted his sister.

Pressing further into the corner, Finn pulled his wing closer to him and hid his tears, sniffling and twitching while trying to ignore Pierre’s harsh words that dug into his heart. He knew the demon had his mirror in his pocket but Finn knew better than to try and get it, Anja would tell him not to. 

He crouched down in front of the boy with a sharp toothed grin and reached out to touch the feathers on Finn’s shoulder, looking at them for a moment before taking a handful of them and ripping them out of his skin, his shoulder immediately starting to bleed.

Watching the way Pierre moved toward him, the boy began to panic and attempted to kick his legs out but the fear had overtaken him. There were too many emotions gnawing at his heart for him to muster up any courage to save himself, his clawed feet hitting Pierre’s chest almost pathetically.

Anja would be disappointed in him for being such a coward, he knew she would be but he was so scared, so alone and afraid to do much other than bare his fangs and hiss. Although it came out as more of a terrified whimper, like a kitten caught between two feral dogs. Finn tried to bat the hands of the demon away from him but soon felt the agonising pain of his feathers being ripped right from his skin, the blood pouring out of the wound like water in a stream and pooling on the floor. All he could do was screech, clutching onto his shoulder as he wailed like a child and shuffled as far away as possible. He turned to yelling for Anja, screaming her name into the air and listening to it echo in the dungeons. 

No one answered him.

Pierre continued to rip feathers out of Finn’s skin, huffing and rolling his eyes when the boy didn’t stop wailing and screaming for his sister, punching him hard to shut him up.

Anja’s feathered ears twitched when she heard incredibly faint screams coming from the other side of the dungeons. It was so faint she couldn’t tell who it was, but she had a gut feeling it was her brother. She could always tell when he was in trouble.

“Finn!? Anja can hear you! She will help, is okay!”

Finn whimpered when Pierre’s first made contact with his face, twisting it to the side and causing a faint burning sensation on the side of his jaw. It would bruise soon and Finn hated bruises, they made him look ugly. 

The bird’s quick thinking kicked in and he curled the claws of his feet, lashing out again with as much strength as he could muster. His curled talons hooked into the skin of Pierre’s chest and he quickly tugged down, ripping the skin and forcing the deep red blood from his body. The action gave him enough time to scramble up from the floor and dash toward the rusty cell door, grabbing onto the bars and tugging hard.

His ears twitched at the distant yelling in the dungeons, feathers ruffling and his tail swooshed up from the ground to wrap around his trembling frame. He could hardly make out what the voice was saying or where it was coming from, but, he was certain of one thing, he knew Anja’s voice and it was her, screaming out for him and he had to get to her. Finn ignored the way Pierre groaned behind him and tried hard to pull the door open, scratching at the metal and returning the call to his sister.

Anja pulled harder on the bars of the door when she heard her brother calling out to her, causing a bar to literally snap off and for her to stumble back, eyes wide. She didn’t think she was that strong. She sat the bar to the side and kept pulling at the door, eventually breaking the hinges and making the door fall off completely, quickly jumping back before it could land on her though.

“Anja is coming, Finn!”

He put all the strength he could muster into his abilities and he soon felt his skin begin to prickle, going almost numb and the colour drained from his frame. If Pierre was to touch him with his bare hands, it would burn through him and sting as though he had just stuck his hand into a patch of nettles. Finn wasn’t sure if it would do anything, but unless Anja found him soon, it was one of the only things he could do to try and save his life.

“Can’t protect yourself that well, can you?”

Anja glanced in every cell she passed as she ran, finding them either empty or filled with badly beaten and starved people, but not her brother. She almost ran straight past the cell him and Pierre were in but skidded to a halt, grabbing onto the bars of the cell door and shaking the door hard.

However, the blurry figure of Anja appearing at the door made him move faster than he ever had. It was as if even the thought of her had jumpstarted him into moving. Finn was fast and sly, so jumping up from the ground and slipping underneath Pierre was no difficult task for him despite the blood that simply leaked from every part of his body. His nimble fingers unhooked the ring of keys from the demon's belt with ease and he slid them along the floor, watching them come to a stop at Anja’s feet.

@hhopeless-romvnticc

Finn couldn’t form the words he wanted to say, his cowering form hiding in the corner of the dirty cell. A corner he was far too familiar with, one that he had spent most of his life trembling in while doing everything he could to protect his sister. But now, he was alone and afraid with no one to help him. 

He had already accepted he was going to die but that did not mean he couldn’t be afraid of death. All Finn wanted right now was his sister and his mirror; he wanted to see Anja smile and laugh and dance around like she always did, to see her feathers ruffling and glimmering in the sunlight. To hear her singing to the animals and whispering to the sun, he just wanted his sister.

Pressing further into the corner, Finn pulled his wing closer to him and hid his tears, sniffling and twitching while trying to ignore Pierre’s harsh words that dug into his heart. He knew the demon had his mirror in his pocket but Finn knew better than to try and get it, Anja would tell him not to. 

He crouched down in front of the boy with a sharp toothed grin and reached out to touch the feathers on Finn’s shoulder, looking at them for a moment before taking a handful of them and ripping them out of his skin, his shoulder immediately starting to bleed.

Watching the way Pierre moved toward him, the boy began to panic and attempted to kick his legs out but the fear had overtaken him. There were too many emotions gnawing at his heart for him to muster up any courage to save himself, his clawed feet hitting Pierre’s chest almost pathetically.

Anja would be disappointed in him for being such a coward, he knew she would be but he was so scared, so alone and afraid to do much other than bare his fangs and hiss. Although it came out as more of a terrified whimper, like a kitten caught between two feral dogs. Finn tried to bat the hands of the demon away from him but soon felt the agonising pain of his feathers being ripped right from his skin, the blood pouring out of the wound like water in a stream and pooling on the floor. All he could do was screech, clutching onto his shoulder as he wailed like a child and shuffled as far away as possible. He turned to yelling for Anja, screaming her name into the air and listening to it echo in the dungeons. 

No one answered him.

Pierre continued to rip feathers out of Finn’s skin, huffing and rolling his eyes when the boy didn’t stop wailing and screaming for his sister, punching him hard to shut him up.

Anja’s feathered ears twitched when she heard incredibly faint screams coming from the other side of the dungeons. It was so faint she couldn’t tell who it was, but she had a gut feeling it was her brother. She could always tell when he was in trouble.

“Finn!? Anja can hear you! She will help, is okay!”

Finn whimpered when Pierre’s first made contact with his face, twisting it to the side and causing a faint burning sensation on the side of his jaw. It would bruise soon and Finn hated bruises, they made him look ugly. 

The bird’s quick thinking kicked in and he curled the claws of his feet, lashing out again with as much strength as he could muster. His curled talons hooked into the skin of Pierre’s chest and he quickly tugged down, ripping the skin and forcing the deep red blood from his body. The action gave him enough time to scramble up from the floor and dash toward the rusty cell door, grabbing onto the bars and tugging hard.

His ears twitched at the distant yelling in the dungeons, feathers ruffling and his tail swooshed up from the ground to wrap around his trembling frame. He could hardly make out what the voice was saying or where it was coming from, but, he was certain of one thing, he knew Anja’s voice and it was her, screaming out for him and he had to get to her. Finn ignored the way Pierre groaned behind him and tried hard to pull the door open, scratching at the metal and returning the call to his sister.

Anja pulled harder on the bars of the door when she heard her brother calling out to her, causing a bar to literally snap off and for her to stumble back, eyes wide. She didn’t think she was that strong. She sat the bar to the side and kept pulling at the door, eventually breaking the hinges and making the door fall off completely, quickly jumping back before it could land on her though.

“Anja is coming, Finn!”

He put all the strength he could muster into his abilities and he soon felt his skin begin to prickle, going almost numb and the colour drained from his frame. If Pierre was to touch him with his bare hands, it would burn through him and sting as though he had just stuck his hand into a patch of nettles. Finn wasn’t sure if it would do anything, but unless Anja found him soon, it was one of the only things he could do to try and save his life.

@hhopeless-romvnticc

Finn couldn’t form the words he wanted to say, his cowering form hiding in the corner of the dirty cell. A corner he was far too familiar with, one that he had spent most of his life trembling in while doing everything he could to protect his sister. But now, he was alone and afraid with no one to help him. 

He had already accepted he was going to die but that did not mean he couldn’t be afraid of death. All Finn wanted right now was his sister and his mirror; he wanted to see Anja smile and laugh and dance around like she always did, to see her feathers ruffling and glimmering in the sunlight. To hear her singing to the animals and whispering to the sun, he just wanted his sister.

Pressing further into the corner, Finn pulled his wing closer to him and hid his tears, sniffling and twitching while trying to ignore Pierre’s harsh words that dug into his heart. He knew the demon had his mirror in his pocket but Finn knew better than to try and get it, Anja would tell him not to. 

He crouched down in front of the boy with a sharp toothed grin and reached out to touch the feathers on Finn’s shoulder, looking at them for a moment before taking a handful of them and ripping them out of his skin, his shoulder immediately starting to bleed.

Watching the way Pierre moved toward him, the boy began to panic and attempted to kick his legs out but the fear had overtaken him. There were too many emotions gnawing at his heart for him to muster up any courage to save himself, his clawed feet hitting Pierre’s chest almost pathetically.

Anja would be disappointed in him for being such a coward, he knew she would be but he was so scared, so alone and afraid to do much other than bare his fangs and hiss. Although it came out as more of a terrified whimper, like a kitten caught between two feral dogs. Finn tried to bat the hands of the demon away from him but soon felt the agonising pain of his feathers being ripped right from his skin, the blood pouring out of the wound like water in a stream and pooling on the floor. All he could do was screech, clutching onto his shoulder as he wailed like a child and shuffled as far away as possible. He turned to yelling for Anja, screaming her name into the air and listening to it echo in the dungeons. 

No one answered him.

Pierre continued to rip feathers out of Finn’s skin, huffing and rolling his eyes when the boy didn’t stop wailing and screaming for his sister, punching him hard to shut him up.

Anja’s feathered ears twitched when she heard incredibly faint screams coming from the other side of the dungeons. It was so faint she couldn’t tell who it was, but she had a gut feeling it was her brother. She could always tell when he was in trouble.

“Finn!? Anja can hear you! She will help, is okay!”

Finn whimpered when Pierre’s first made contact with his face, twisting it to the side and causing a faint burning sensation on the side of his jaw. It would bruise soon and Finn hated bruises, they made him look ugly. 

The bird’s quick thinking kicked in and he curled the claws of his feet, lashing out again with as much strength as he could muster. His curled talons hooked into the skin of Pierre’s chest and he quickly tugged down, ripping the skin and forcing the deep red blood from his body. The action gave him enough time to scramble up from the floor and dash toward the rusty cell door, grabbing onto the bars and tugging hard.

His ears twitched at the distant yelling in the dungeons, feathers ruffling and his tail swooshed up from the ground to wrap around his trembling frame. He could hardly make out what the voice was saying or where it was coming from, but, he was certain of one thing, he knew Anja’s voice and it was her, screaming out for him and he had to get to her. Finn ignored the way Pierre groaned behind him and tried hard to pull the door open, scratching at the metal and returning the call to his sister.

@hhopeless-romvnticc

Finn couldn’t form the words he wanted to say, his cowering form hiding in the corner of the dirty cell. A corner he was far too familiar with, one that he had spent most of his life trembling in while doing everything he could to protect his sister. But now, he was alone and afraid with no one to help him. 

He had already accepted he was going to die but that did not mean he couldn’t be afraid of death. All Finn wanted right now was his sister and his mirror; he wanted to see Anja smile and laugh and dance around like she always did, to see her feathers ruffling and glimmering in the sunlight. To hear her singing to the animals and whispering to the sun, he just wanted his sister.

Pressing further into the corner, Finn pulled his wing closer to him and hid his tears, sniffling and twitching while trying to ignore Pierre’s harsh words that dug into his heart. He knew the demon had his mirror in his pocket but Finn knew better than to try and get it, Anja would tell him not to. 

He crouched down in front of the boy with a sharp toothed grin and reached out to touch the feathers on Finn’s shoulder, looking at them for a moment before taking a handful of them and ripping them out of his skin, his shoulder immediately starting to bleed.

Watching the way Pierre moved toward him, the boy began to panic and attempted to kick his legs out but the fear had overtaken him. There were too many emotions gnawing at his heart for him to muster up any courage to save himself, his clawed feet hitting Pierre’s chest almost pathetically.

Anja would be disappointed in him for being such a coward, he knew she would be but he was so scared, so alone and afraid to do much other than bare his fangs and hiss. Although it came out as more of a terrified whimper, like a kitten caught between two feral dogs. Finn tried to bat the hands of the demon away from him but soon felt the agonising pain of his feathers being ripped right from his skin, the blood pouring out of the wound like water in a stream and pooling on the floor. All he could do was screech, clutching onto his shoulder as he wailed like a child and shuffled as far away as possible. He turned to yelling for Anja, screaming her name into the air and listening to it echo in the dungeons. 

No one answered him.

The Magician // Adam Parrish

I have two cacti:

-Spiniensis (named after a greek/roman god people would pray to in the hope that their crops would be thorn-free)

-Paarthurnax (a dragon from Skyrim)

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Anja looked at her brother when he told her off, blinking quickly to make her eyes stop hurting and to make her vision go back to normal, doing as she was told but still sneaking a glance up at the sun every so often. 

She couldn’t stop smiling. She was so happy to finally be outside, to finally be free. It was so unusual to feel the warmth of the sun on her skin and on her feathers, the feeling of the ground under her feet. She’d always wondered what it would be like outside, forever dreaming of what the ground would feel like under her feet while she was getting tested on non-stop and subjected to horrific experiments, dreaming of the day she would finally be free. 

It was better than she’d ever dreamed of.

Pierre had mentioned about meeting and having lunch with ‘generals’ at something called a ‘war camp’, Finn didn’t know anything about either of them but he was more than happy to tag along if it meant being outside. His clawed feet dug into the ground below him as he ruffled his feathers in delight and soon his ears began to twitch at the sound of a roaring river in the distance.

Anja thanked Finn for giving her some shade, happily following Pierre and the large animal he rode. She hoped they would stop soon, she wanted to see the animal and talk to him, having decided she wanted to be friends with him from the moment she saw him. He was pretty, his coat the same colour as her dark feathers. It was a good reason to become friends, she decided.

Finn dropped his wing when they reached a part of the forest where the sky was covered in a canopy of branches and leaves from the trees that towered high above them. He could still feel the height of the sun however and he smiled, tilting his head back with a soft sigh before he danced ahead of the group, swinging from branches. Scaling up the bark of an old oak tree, Finn easily hauled his nimble frame up onto a thick branch where he perched, waiting to see if Anja would follow him up the tree.

He sat comfortably like a bird as he watched Pierre below, debating if it was a good idea to deliberately throw a stick at him. Huffing, he looked at the stick in his clawed hands and simply tossed it to the side, deciding if it hit Pierre on the way down, it would look like an accident.

@niemalseins

Anja looked at her brother when he told her off, blinking quickly to make her eyes stop hurting and to make her vision go back to normal, doing as she was told but still sneaking a glance up at the sun every so often. 

She couldn’t stop smiling. She was so happy to finally be outside, to finally be free. It was so unusual to feel the warmth of the sun on her skin and on her feathers, the feeling of the ground under her feet. She’d always wondered what it would be like outside, forever dreaming of what the ground would feel like under her feet while she was getting tested on non-stop and subjected to horrific experiments, dreaming of the day she would finally be free. 

It was better than she’d ever dreamed of.

Pierre had mentioned about meeting and having lunch with ‘generals’ at something called a ‘war camp’, Finn didn’t know anything about either of them but he was more than happy to tag along if it meant being outside. His clawed feet dug into the ground below him as he ruffled his feathers in delight and soon his ears began to twitch at the sound of a roaring river in the distance.

@hhopeless-romvnticc

Finn twitched at the sudden voice, the first voice he had heard that wasn’t his sisters, the first newcomer he had seen in over twenty years. Tall, feathered ars flattened against his head, wide reptilian eyes widening when the flame of the torch appeared at the door as he jumped from his spot, curled up in the dust of the old cell. His scaled hand reached out and tugged his sister toward him, pushing her into the corner of the room with his back flush against her chest while a deep, guttural hiss slipped from his between sharp fangs. Muscled and scarred arms were outstretched, hiding the whimpering, sobbing girl from harm whos own hands appeared from the side, wrapping around the taller one’s waist to pull him closer.

Finn hissed again in a warning for the intruder not to come any closer, to stay away from the pair while the feathers across his body ruffled and stood up straight, fanning out like a peacock. 

He held his hands up, showing he meant them no harm, stepping away from the bars of the cell a little. He really didn’t want to hurt them, he was too interested by them to want to cause them any harm.

“I’m not going to hurt you, it’s alright. I can help you, get you food, get you out of the dungeons. Only if you’re nice to me, though, do you understand? I’m Pierre, I’m the new king. Do you know who locked you down here?”

Anja whimpered, holding onto her brother tight and staying hidden behind him. She didn’t speak a word, letting Finn speak for the both of them. He knew what was best for them, it had always been like that. He always made sure they were safe.

Over twenty years they had hidden in their cell, listening to the world above them tear itself apart, surviving on nothing but each other. Huddling together for warmth and trembling as they dreamed of the day the cell door would finally open again. Yet there it was, open and free with an opportunity to escape but Finn was scared, terrified to move an inch as he stared the man down, his own wide eyes studying his appearance. 

Finn flinched when he heard his sister moving and pressed his own frame further into hers, keeping her snug against the wall so that the man at the door could hardly even see her, only the eyes that peered curiously yet nervously.

“Anja doesn’t want to be in dungeon anymore. Dungeon is cold and dark, makes Anja sad. Anja wants to be free, man said he help Anja and Finn out of dungeon. Anja wants to go, Finn.”

She stepped back and moved to Finn’s side, holding onto his arm but only hiding half of her body now, wanting to speak to the unknown man.

“You…you can help Anja and Finn, yes? Anja doesn’t like the dungeon, she has been here too long. Wants out. You help Anja and Finn be free, yes? Anja and Finn die in dungeon if man doesn’t help.”

Pierre looked between the two before nodding, giving the two a fake, but genuine looking smile.

❝ Don’t trust him Anja, looks like the man, he will hurt Anja and Finn. Finn wants to leave too, Finn wants Anja to see the sun and breathe good air but Finn does not trust him. ❞

When Anja moved to his side, Finn followed her movements and kept her small frame covered, growling in the direction of the man to warn him against coming close. His sister was brave and strong, but Finn didn’t like the look this man had in his eye, it was deceitful and cruel. The more Anja talked, the more defensive Finn became of her and the twins pressed further and further into the wall. 

Anja’s hands tightened around Finn’s arm as she spoke, pleading for her brother to trust the man so they could leave. She didn’t care if he was bad or not, she wanted to be free. They weren’t defenseless children anymore, they were grown, and could defend themselves if they needed to. If this man hurt Anja, she knew Finn would protect her and kill him. They just needed to be brave.

Pierre reached into his pocket and pulled out keys, looking through them until he found the one for the cell the two were in, unlocking the door and pulling it open, stepping back so he could try to coax the twins out.

❝ Where is home, Anja made here, this Anjas home? Don’t want Anja to get hurt, Finn protect Anja but man is big, man is strong, Finn do not trust man. But… Finn is tired, he wants to see sun again, he want to feel grass and water, so Anja and Finn leave. ❞

With a deep breath, Finn gently pulled on his sister’s arm as they stalked toward the cell door, keeping a sharp eye on Pierre as their clawed feet made gentle tapping noises on the floor, echoing around the cell. Reaching the door, the boy hissed at Pierre, spitting out the word “Back!” in a deep but nervous tone. The twins slipped past Pierre cautiously, backing away until they were a safe distance from him while claws grew from once normal nails on Finn’s hand. The hand was poised and tense, another warning despite his feathers flattening down against his body and his wing curling around both their frames.

Anja gave her brother a bright smile to encourage him and followed him to the door, holding onto him tight and stepping behind his back again as they got closer and closer to Pierre, but watching the torch in his hand with wide eyes and letting out a quiet gasp, amazed by the way the fire danced. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch it but didn’t dare, staying clinging onto Finn’s arm.

As much as Pierre hated being told what to do, he stepped back and let the twins past, knowing he had to be as friendly as he could with them to get them to trust him. He hated being so nice, it made him feel sick. He just simply took a deep breath though, and started to lead the way out of the dungeons, looking back at the two every so often to make sure they were still following.

The boy's scales rippled like water and his feathers shuffled around as he tilted his head up with a proud bird, seemingly satisfied with the compliment from his sister. He was quick to jump back into defence mode however as he watched Anja staring at the flames that burned bright, the one in Pierre’s hand and indeed the ones that lined the walls the further they walked. It was the first light they had seen in years and the brighter it got, the more the pair had to squint to be able to see, their pupils narrowing like cats while Finn fought the urge to simply smack the torches off the wall.

Finn kept his sister close to his side, moving his hand to slip into hers and giving it a tight squeeze while he leaned down to explain the light to her quietly in their own language, describing the fire and how it was made before lifting his head back up to watch Pierres back. His ears flattened against his head in distrust and each time the demon looked back at them, his brows would furrow and he would bare his teeth.

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Finn twitched at the sudden voice, the first voice he had heard that wasn’t his sisters, the first newcomer he had seen in over twenty years. Tall, feathered ars flattened against his head, wide reptilian eyes widening when the flame of the torch appeared at the door as he jumped from his spot, curled up in the dust of the old cell. His scaled hand reached out and tugged his sister toward him, pushing her into the corner of the room with his back flush against her chest while a deep, guttural hiss slipped from his between sharp fangs. Muscled and scarred arms were outstretched, hiding the whimpering, sobbing girl from harm whos own hands appeared from the side, wrapping around the taller one’s waist to pull him closer.

Finn hissed again in a warning for the intruder not to come any closer, to stay away from the pair while the feathers across his body ruffled and stood up straight, fanning out like a peacock. 

He held his hands up, showing he meant them no harm, stepping away from the bars of the cell a little. He really didn’t want to hurt them, he was too interested by them to want to cause them any harm.

“I’m not going to hurt you, it’s alright. I can help you, get you food, get you out of the dungeons. Only if you’re nice to me, though, do you understand? I’m Pierre, I’m the new king. Do you know who locked you down here?”

Anja whimpered, holding onto her brother tight and staying hidden behind him. She didn’t speak a word, letting Finn speak for the both of them. He knew what was best for them, it had always been like that. He always made sure they were safe.

Over twenty years they had hidden in their cell, listening to the world above them tear itself apart, surviving on nothing but each other. Huddling together for warmth and trembling as they dreamed of the day the cell door would finally open again. Yet there it was, open and free with an opportunity to escape but Finn was scared, terrified to move an inch as he stared the man down, his own wide eyes studying his appearance. 

Finn flinched when he heard his sister moving and pressed his own frame further into hers, keeping her snug against the wall so that the man at the door could hardly even see her, only the eyes that peered curiously yet nervously.

“Anja doesn’t want to be in dungeon anymore. Dungeon is cold and dark, makes Anja sad. Anja wants to be free, man said he help Anja and Finn out of dungeon. Anja wants to go, Finn.”

She stepped back and moved to Finn’s side, holding onto his arm but only hiding half of her body now, wanting to speak to the unknown man.

“You…you can help Anja and Finn, yes? Anja doesn’t like the dungeon, she has been here too long. Wants out. You help Anja and Finn be free, yes? Anja and Finn die in dungeon if man doesn’t help.”

Pierre looked between the two before nodding, giving the two a fake, but genuine looking smile.

❝ Don’t trust him Anja, looks like the man, he will hurt Anja and Finn. Finn wants to leave too, Finn wants Anja to see the sun and breathe good air but Finn does not trust him. ❞

When Anja moved to his side, Finn followed her movements and kept her small frame covered, growling in the direction of the man to warn him against coming close. His sister was brave and strong, but Finn didn’t like the look this man had in his eye, it was deceitful and cruel. The more Anja talked, the more defensive Finn became of her and the twins pressed further and further into the wall. 

Anja’s hands tightened around Finn’s arm as she spoke, pleading for her brother to trust the man so they could leave. She didn’t care if he was bad or not, she wanted to be free. They weren’t defenseless children anymore, they were grown, and could defend themselves if they needed to. If this man hurt Anja, she knew Finn would protect her and kill him. They just needed to be brave.

Pierre reached into his pocket and pulled out keys, looking through them until he found the one for the cell the two were in, unlocking the door and pulling it open, stepping back so he could try to coax the twins out.

❝ Where is home, Anja made here, this Anjas home? Don’t want Anja to get hurt, Finn protect Anja but man is big, man is strong, Finn do not trust man. But... Finn is tired, he wants to see sun again, he want to feel grass and water, so Anja and Finn leave. ❞

With a deep breath, Finn gently pulled on his sister's arm as they stalked toward the cell door, keeping a sharp eye on Pierre as their clawed feet made gentle tapping noises on the floor, echoing around the cell. Reaching the door, the boy hissed at Pierre, spitting out the word “Back!” in a deep but nervous tone. The twins slipped past Pierre cautiously, backing away until they were a safe distance from him while claws grew from once normal nails on Finn's hand. The hand was poised and tense, another warning despite his feathers flattening down against his body and his wing curling around both their frames.

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Finn twitched at the sudden voice, the first voice he had heard that wasn’t his sisters, the first newcomer he had seen in over twenty years. Tall, feathered ars flattened against his head, wide reptilian eyes widening when the flame of the torch appeared at the door as he jumped from his spot, curled up in the dust of the old cell. His scaled hand reached out and tugged his sister toward him, pushing her into the corner of the room with his back flush against her chest while a deep, guttural hiss slipped from his between sharp fangs. Muscled and scarred arms were outstretched, hiding the whimpering, sobbing girl from harm whos own hands appeared from the side, wrapping around the taller one’s waist to pull him closer.

Finn hissed again in a warning for the intruder not to come any closer, to stay away from the pair while the feathers across his body ruffled and stood up straight, fanning out like a peacock. 

He held his hands up, showing he meant them no harm, stepping away from the bars of the cell a little. He really didn’t want to hurt them, he was too interested by them to want to cause them any harm.

“I’m not going to hurt you, it’s alright. I can help you, get you food, get you out of the dungeons. Only if you’re nice to me, though, do you understand? I’m Pierre, I’m the new king. Do you know who locked you down here?”

Anja whimpered, holding onto her brother tight and staying hidden behind him. She didn’t speak a word, letting Finn speak for the both of them. He knew what was best for them, it had always been like that. He always made sure they were safe.

Over twenty years they had hidden in their cell, listening to the world above them tear itself apart, surviving on nothing but each other. Huddling together for warmth and trembling as they dreamed of the day the cell door would finally open again. Yet there it was, open and free with an opportunity to escape but Finn was scared, terrified to move an inch as he stared the man down, his own wide eyes studying his appearance. 

Finn flinched when he heard his sister moving and pressed his own frame further into hers, keeping her snug against the wall so that the man at the door could hardly even see her, only the eyes that peered curiously yet nervously.

“Anja doesn’t want to be in dungeon anymore. Dungeon is cold and dark, makes Anja sad. Anja wants to be free, man said he help Anja and Finn out of dungeon. Anja wants to go, Finn.”

She stepped back and moved to Finn’s side, holding onto his arm but only hiding half of her body now, wanting to speak to the unknown man.

“You…you can help Anja and Finn, yes? Anja doesn’t like the dungeon, she has been here too long. Wants out. You help Anja and Finn be free, yes? Anja and Finn die in dungeon if man doesn’t help.”

Pierre looked between the two before nodding, giving the two a fake, but genuine looking smile.

❝ Don’t trust him Anja, looks like the man, he will hurt Anja and Finn. Finn wants to leave too, Finn wants Anja to see the sun and breathe good air but Finn does not trust him. ❞

When Anja moved to his side, Finn followed her movements and kept her small frame covered, growling in the direction of the man to warn him against coming close. His sister was brave and strong, but Finn didn’t like the look this man had in his eye, it was deceitful and cruel. The more Anja talked, the more defensive Finn became of her and the twins pressed further and further into the wall.