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Shout-out to @life-of-kalos for giving me a way to start this! I had another one buuuut I lost the wip file somewhere and I have a hard time starting things over. This is leagues better anyway!

Egg Arc

Fjord is dreaming again. He’s not afraid of the visions by now, mainly annoyed by their insistence, because he knows he can only put off Uk’otoa’s wishes for so long, that the mess he’s in will eventually catch up with him, that once again he’ll have to face the dangers of his past and his future, but not yet. He’s been dodging the commands to consume for months now, and he’s sure he can keep doing it. 

Except, something is different this time. There’s the eye, the ocean, the serpent-like body surrounding him, the jungle, the temple... but his body doesn’t belong to him. It’s his body, sure, but there’s something else controlling it, making him move, walking him step by step up the stairwell and towards the key to release.

He tries to fight back and stop his movements, suddenly unsure of whether he’s truly dreaming. He tries to scream, say something, demand Uk’otoa release his body back to him, but nothing he tries bares results. No sound comes out of his throat. His steps don’t slow down. His arms don’t respond to him even as he tries to keep them from enacting the dreaded sphere. 

The moment the key is put in place, though, something else takes over him. His mind is flooded with a sense of joy, of victory above the unimaginable. Fjord can feel unbelievable power coursing through his veins, the likes of which he never even dreamed of. He sees himself flying over the ocean, commanding it to his will, bending the world under him. With this power he can make sure no more wars are ever fought. He can protect himself from those that have wronged him, get his revenge on Sabien and every other low-life that has looked down on him. He can protect his family, make sure they are never taken away from him again. He can have it all. The world at his feet. 

All he has to do is obey. Uk’otoa guides him, makes him raise his arms and the ocean follows as he —he, Fjord, he, Uk’otoa— throws its fury against the shore, against those that dared bind him and imprison him believing he could be restrained for eternity. 

Right before water hits the Menagerie Coast, though, a lonely figure standing on the beach catches his eye. She doesn’t move, despite the tsunami rushing towards her with the fury of the seven seas. Despite the distance, he hears her voice clear as day: 

“You promised you wouldn’t turn evil, Fjord. Not to me.”

Horror, regret, guilt and realization all rush over him at once as he sees her there, about to take the brunt of his power.

“Jester,” he finds his voice for the very first time, and that second of freedom is enough to will the ocean back, to stop it from ever reaching the land, the innocent, the girl on the beach. 

The spell is broken. Uk’otoa’s control fades away in a blink, as does the world around him. Fjord finds himself standing in the darkness, alone except for the blue skinned girl standing before him.

It’s not Jester. It’s her face and her voice, but up close he can see that her eyes are bright green and her smile all wrong, too sharp and dangerous for the girl she’s come to know. There’s some strange magic radiating from her too, like the warmth of a campfire, like the smell of the forest, like the taste of cotton candy.

“Don’t look so surprised,” the figure wearing Jester’s face says, amused. “She asked me to watch out for you, after all.”

“Who-”

Before he can get another word out, a blue hand touches his forehead. The nightmare ends. Fjord wakes up. There’s no sea water in his lungs, nor blood on his mouth, not even the faint sense of dread that this nightmares tend to carry. As he opens his eyes, he’s aware of an odd sense of comfort washing over him an chasing the fears away.

Next to him, Jester sleeps deeply, with the ghost of a smile still dancing on her lips. 

Squishy feels below the cut: 

I think shadowgast is the new ship name for shadowhand essik/caleb but can u imagine :o

@topazgirlygirl @aldergroves @cinnabi

Y’all are officially responsible for making me cry this evening

That’s always a v solid way of getting players together ��