Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch âą No registration required âą HD streaming
Disclaimer: I do not own Lake of Voices in any way and hope the creators do not mind that I wrote a kinda stupid fanfiction using a character of their visual novel (The Guide).
Here is the link to the original game: https://store.steampowered.com/app/782340/Lake_of_Voices/
Additionally, proceed with caution because this story might contain some spoilers.
And Iâll add a trigger warning to make sure no one reads it, who canât deal with such stuff⊠(domestic violence hinted at / bruises)
While he was working, he saw humans, many different kinds of humans.
Humans with ugly, dark souls, greedy and careful to always benefit from everything.
Humans, who claimed themselves righteous, who wanted to help others even if it meant to sacrifice their life.
Hopeless ones, who tried to change their lives. Boastful ones, who wanted to show everyone how courageous and capable they wereâŠ
At first it was unbearable. He wasted time and effort trying to convince them to stop. Trying to use rational arguments, to warn about the dangers, to make them understand they would lose everything they value, if they cross this lake.
They never listened.
He grew tired.
Tired of their screams, tired of their cowardice and irrationality, how they acted and how they talked.
He did not care anymore.
They were all the same, always minding no oneâs business but their own.
Always not listening to him.
âHow bad could it be?â
âHe is just exaggeratingâ
âWe know of the difficulties, but we have to take the journey no matter what.â
And then the screams.
The screams were always the worst.
He felt like it was him metaphorically pulling the trigger on them. He felt it was his fault, no matter how often he tried to convince himself otherwise.
Eventually he grew dull to the pain.
His conscience stopped bothering him.
It was a part of his life now. Death was a part of him now.
Every time he led people to their doom some part of him died with them.
No matter how noble his goals were, he still knew deep inside that he had made a choice. He had chosen his kin and forsaken the humans. Every time a human died it was like a statement that Nixi lives were more valuable. It was wrong. Very wrongâŠ
Heâd deny it vigorously, if such a thought would emerge. He would tell himself how hard he tried to convince the humans since the beginning to move away. To leave the shores of Seelenlos alone. They didnât listen. They were the ones at fault.
Not him.
He was the one, who sacrificed himself for his kin. He was the one trying to minimize the damage. He was the one, who had to burden everything. He wasâŠ
âHello, this girl will cross the lake with you, when you guide the people to the other shoreâ
Will? Not would like?
He raised his head and turned around. He had a habit looking down on the water, when he wasnât working as if trying to converse with the drowned or convince them that he was doing the right thing.
The person making such claims was a short and rather corpulent woman dressed as a housekeeper from a wealthy family. As saying that, she dragged the mentioned âgirlâ â a scrawny figure wearing a jacket with a hood by her arm, towards him. That person did not even look up.
In his years as a guide, he had seen a lot of people. Never before he had seen someone wanting to cross the lake not by their own volition.
His mouth became a thin line, making him look even more soulless and cold than he did normally. He was displeased.
âHere is the money.â, she handed him some bills, then just turned around and left.
He was speechless. He never took money for his work. He got his pay from the elders â the travelers did not have to pay for they were paying with their lives to begin with.
However, when he regained his composure, the woman was long gone and he was left alone with the figure.
âDo you wish to cross?â, he asked them for he was sure they never would have started a conversation with him on their own.
âNo, but what choice do I have?â, the voice answering was definitely feminine, although tired and worn out.
âI could give you the bills and you could go the long way aroundâ, he claimed, pretty sure that it was a valid choice.
That is when she looked up. Her face was somewhat pretty, although she looked malnourished and had purple bags under her eyes. Eyes that were a deep and bright color of blue and looked at him angrily, no â furious: âAnd do you expect them to welcome me with open arms? A girl in rags with a lot of cash?â, she hissed, âI know, you will be leading me to my death⊠But why did you mock me in the same way she has for the whole trip? Do you enjoy seeing people suffer?â
He was taken aback by the sharp and strong words from such a feeble creature, so it took a few minutes for him to answer.
âWhy do you think I enjoy seeing people suffer?â, he asked ignoring the first part completely. It was not intentionally ignored. It was more that the second part stung and awoke something in him, which he thought was long gone.
âBecauseâŠâ, she didnât know what to say and bit her lip realizing she had spoken to harshly and hastily to a stranger.
However, this gesture made him involuntary look at her lips and then his gaze was drawn towards her neck. His eyes slightly widened, betraying him by showing some emotions for the first time in a long while.
Oh, yes, he had told himself so often that humans were a danger to his kin that he had to protect. And those humans, who died, deserved it in the end because it was their choice. Some of those humans even deserved to perish for other humansâ sake. But thisâŠ
He was looking at bruises, a purple unhealthy color mixed with yellow. They had a weird shapeâŠ
Like fingers.
Someone tried to strangle her with their bare hands.
The girl realized what he was looking at and hastily looked down on the ground, so that he wouldnât see; wouldnât look anymore.
Maybe that was why she thought he enjoyed peopleâs suffering.
Because she never knew anything else.
For the first time in years, he felt something within him coming to life. Not only a bit of emotion, a fleeting feeling of regret, shame or pain, but something far stronger. He was furious.
His first thought was to ask, who did that to her, but he dismissed it as quickly as it came. First of all, he doubted she would answer and second, what could he do about it? Run into the town and kill the person responsible? Not only it would endanger his kin and the girl, but it would lead him to lose his job as a guide â make him lose everything he stood for.
Speaking of what he stood for â he had told himself for years that humans were the stronger and more selfish race and that they would betray his kin, if they ever had the chance. That it was either killing some individuals to protect his kin â the minority, or losing all chances of survival.
But killing this girl was like killing one of his brothers or sisters, one of his family. She was the living example of everything that would happen to them, if a human found out. The reason he was protecting in the first place. And she was not a Nixi but a human.
It was like a punch in the gut.
For years he had seen travelers; some of them were righteous â those, who tried to save everyone and whose claims were that the world was unfair and they were helping to undo it. He had dismissed those sayings as self-praise and overreaction. Now it seemed to him that not they were the fools but him.
Assuming that he knew humans through his job and through the fleeting contact he had as a teenager with one leader of a village and using it as an excuse to let them die for years⊠Wasnât it something that he had done all this time?
And now the truth stood before him â the truth that he had been wrong. That he had been protecting not the weak, but playing God. Maybe he had been leading someone over this bridge, who had been a parent or a relative of this girl. And it was him, who turned her into this. Had she been from his kinâŠ
He stopped himself.
Exactly, she was the reason why he was protecting them in the first place. So that they didnât need to suffer like her. She was human. Just human.
âItâs okay, if I dieâ, she said suddenly as if reading his thoughts.
Startled he looked up and saw her standing next to the water of the lake â far too close to the water. While he had been thinking and debating with himself for seemingly a long time, he did not notice her moving.
He made a few steps towards her, debating with himself, whether he should pull her away from the murky dark water or not.
She kneeled down, robbing him that choice â now it was either kneeling and pulling her back, which was a rather intimate gesture, or waiting for her to go away on her own. Although it was very unlikely, she would move from that place in near future.
âI donât mind dyingâ, she repeated quietly, as if talking to herself. Actually, she was because a human wouldnât have been able to hear her muttering.
âNo one minds it, they even paid for itâ, she chuckled quietly, âitâs not like I have a place to be anywayâŠâ
She reminded him of Lu, who was a part of his kin. His favorite appearance was a short and scrawny red-haired boy and when he spoke, he either belittled himself or said he was sorry. He was sorry for everything, beginning from his existence. And this girl apparently shared the same thoughts regarding that.
He almost cussed aloud.
Why did he start comparing these two? It was a bad choice; one he couldnât turn back. He had before successfully stopped himself, when he started sympathizing with the girl, but now it made his whole effort for naught. The emotions were there again, now far stronger than before, since he had found a compared her to a person he cherished and protected.
If she was like Lu, then how could he forsake her? If she was like a person for whom he killed others to protect them. If heâd kill her, wouldnât he kill Lu with her?
He shook his head. These thoughts were so wrong. All of them. He shouldâŠ
Instinctively he jumped forward, his hands slid around the waist of the girl and he pulled her back from the shore. Although he heard a low hiss from the water asking something like âWhatâs wrong with you?â or âDidnât she agree to be a sacrifice?â, he didnât answer. He didnât have an answer actually because he had instinctively moved towards the water as he realized the impending danger in the back of his mind.
Well, actually he had an answer now. There was no way he could live with himself apparently, if he let this girl die. And as far as he understood her, she would die, if heâd left her.
While he had pondered about the choices he had now, which were rather little, the girl apparently regained her composure and wiggled out from his grasp.
As she stood up, she gave him a curious look: âWhy did you save me?â
He growled. So, she had seen them as well.
âDo you intend to keep me?â, she asked, her gaze still fixed on him, as if confirming, whether he was willing to go through with his actions or just some guy, who claimed to be righteous and didnât mind the consequences of his actions.
He stood up, keeping quiet.
It was answer enough for her because she frowned and then turned around facing the lake again.
He hissed.
She turned around to him both surprised and startled. Her blue eyes now full of curiosity waited for an answer to her question, which she hoped would soon come.
The hiss had been the answer though.
In a language she wouldnât understand⊠yet.
âDonât touch her. She is mine.â
Suddenly a lot of noises were coming from the lake â angry, surprised noises.
She turned around again, seeing a lot of shadows close to the shore made her involuntary take a few steps back towards him.
He didnât bother to answer. They would see what he meant in due time. Or maybe they wouldnât see it and choose someone to replace him. As for now he intended to do the things his duty told him to do. This girl was belonging to a minority as well. She had nowhere to go. She regarded herself as a thing â something you can keep. He wouldnât be able to kill her. He wouldnât be able to sacrifice her for his cause â trying to save his kin from exactly this.
Future would show.
But for nowâŠ
âCome. You will be staying with me. We will go to the other side, when there are more travelers. The cabin on the other side of the lake will be your home.â
She didnât answer. He looked at the water, not at her, while saying it. His emotions were far too strong, out of control and he didnât trust himself enough that they were not visible on his face.
After a while that seemed like an eternity, she spoke: âIâm Rika⊠pleased to make your acquaintanceâ, her voice was shaky. She probably was crying from disbelief and relief because of his answer.
He sighed.
âYou ought to remember my name from now on. It is Dour.â
Notes: Actually, I wanted to call him Airen before I saw the Bonus Scene ;_; Airen is a way better name, damn itâŠ
This action-packed new take on Arthurian mythology is a hit
This action-packed new take on Arthurian mythology is a hit
The Twelfth Knight by Victoria Sue
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I will state for the record, I am a huge Arthurian mythology nerd, to the extent that I have a website about it and I own around 100 books on the subject.
Having said that, this book takes the legends and gives them a whole new spin. Yes, some elements remain the same, we have Arthur, Guinevere, Lancelot, the Knights of Camelot, we haveâŠ
ExR week, June 9th
Day 5: Alternate Setting (i.e. different timeline, different town, etc.)
When I read this theme Iâve had a flash immediately.
I decided to do a little tribute to my country and to our story: during the last years of 2nd World War, when the Allies liberated south Italy, German army and Fascist one occupied North Italy. So, some groups antifascist, went down in history called partisans, formed the Italian resistence: they were scattered groups of ribels that fight against fascist dictatorship and Nazism under the guidance of some committees of national liberation, even some groups were born spontaneously when first German occupied some Northâs regions.
So, with a bit of nationalist proud, today I give you an alternative version of Drink with me. Usually Iâm not proud of my people (sorry: citizens), âcause I know that there are a lot of things in Italy that donât work and our politicians probably are the worst of Europe; but Iâm really, really proud of our history, âcause there was a time that we fight for our liberty!
North Italy, June, night between 5th and 6th, 1944: itâs Enjolras and Grantaireâs turn to take the watch.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch âą No registration required âą HD streaming
