#origin stuff

Here she is! This is Ophelia, mother to Lucille, her 11 other siblings and matriarch of their big ole family! She also acts as a mother figure to Balan and Lance

I've been finally sorting out my huge mess of lore and I have some notes for the beginning of Balan and Lance's strange story! Basically, Balan and Lance both awoke one day around what seemed to be the ages of 4-5. Like in the novel, they seemed to speak each other's names without even knowing each other, only that they were brothers and they were in a strange new place, like some abandoned -though, oddly spotless and fully stocked- Theatre, with no memories of anything before it.

They find their way to the Isle of Tims after a few days, and met two lil Frost Fairies by the names of Lucille and Felise. As kids do, Lucille commented on how weird Balan and Lance looked, and how they were 'pretty strange looking for costumes'. Ophelia wasn't far away before she found the four of them playing, and did her best to understand who these two strange new faces were. Something seemed familiar about them, and about their names, but she couldn't place where.

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Vy Shard | Pre-Game  rating: teen, swearing

First Meeting

“Not so fast, kid.”

The dwarf grabs Vy’s arm, hard and heavy. They knew it was a chance, trying to get his purse. He looks like a warrior and not some soft merchant, but the coin purse looked so heavy. Enough to make Nare happy for several days.

Vy lets go of it.

It’s a good trick, and usually people scramble to pick up their belongings, long enough that they can slip away into the maze of the city.

The dwarf doesn’t let go.

Instead, he just scoops his money up with his other hand, his one eye not leaving Vy. They squirm, but they can’t get away. Fuck. He’s going to tell the guard, and they’d be put in jail, and Nare will never take them back, no one else has a crest like them and they’d be followed and they can’t go back and they’ll be sleeping on the street and –

“Where are your parents? Family?”

“What?”

“Do you have parents or a family member,” the dwarf says. He doesn’t sound angry. “I’d like to talk to them.”

Vy shakes their head.

“I’ve got no one.”

Nare and Rith had found them wandering the street, hungry and crying. Vy barely remembers and very little from before that. A warm hand. A lullaby. Nare had taken them into her little gang of ragtag kids, but they’re not family. They’re only there as long as they can deliver what she asks.

“I’ll take you to get a warm meal, if you don’t run when I let go. I want to talk to you.”

“Why the fuck should I believe you?”

“What’s the worst that can happen? If I wanted to hand you over to the city guard, I could just drag you along.”

Vy shrugs and shuffles their feet. It might be true. The dwarf lets go.

And of course, that thing was a Minecraft-based series, so you can probably guess who the villain was...