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@rvelchc âs lovely Nydova meets my boy Renatus Levidis
Day 24 is the last day of our advent calendar journey, and itâs a special one. The Space Marine that came in the box was unpainted, which I knew would happen going in. The idea is that you can paint him however you want to create your own chapter. So for the last week or two, Iâve been doing just that.
Therefore, I present my creation: The Serpens Hospitaler!
We are the scalpel, we are the cure!
The Serpens Hospitaller were founded during the 22nd Founding, the one that came after the notorious âCursedâ Founding. Created from White Scars gene-stock, the goal with the chapter was to act as an emergency response force, bolstering other chapters and keeping casualties low after the calamities of the previous founding. The Serpens grew into their role of preserving human life, emulating the Emperor himself in becoming masters of surgery and the human body. They became a nomadic fleet-based chapter, roaming the galaxy to lend aid where needed, recruiting new adherents from a number of different worlds--focusing on the keen-ness of the aspirantsâ minds, not just their bodies.
The Serpens, like their parent legion, specialize in rapid movement and attack. An iconic operation of the Serpens involves drop pods and aerial transports slamming down around a besieged Imperial force, with the bulk of the battle-brothers emerging to fend off attackers while the chapterâs robust Apothecarion focuses on rendering aid for the survivors. They perform evacuations, supply bodyguards and emergency medical aid to Imperial VIPs, and break through blockades to relieve beleaguered Imperial regiments. In many ways, the chapter functions like a capsule pill, with the many line brothers offering protection to deliver the medicine at their core. When one of their roaming battle barges hears the call for aid, the Serpens respond as quickly as they can, to restore life to human populations and bring death to their enemies. All battle-brothers of the Serpens are trained in at least basic first aid, and even veterans who donât go into the Apothecarion have usually picked up quite a bit of medical knowledge--which they often put to good use in destroying xenos and heretic forces.
In addition to their large Apothecary corps, the chapter places importance on their Librarians--both for their skill in the oft-grotesque psykic discipline of âbiomancyâ, and for their preservation of important medical knowledge used by the Apothecarion. The Serpens have built up an astounding body of knowledge on human physiology, poisons, diseases, and dangerous fauna in the galaxy, which they happily share with other chapters when called upon. The Tyranids have been a subject of fascination for the chapter in recent years, with many Apothecaries taking a perverse delight in the arms race against the ever-evolving Tyranid bioweapons.
Naturally, the Serpens enjoy a good reputation among many in the Imperium, who take heart to see their sea-green armor rushing out of their white-painted vehicles to lend succor to the suffering. Other Space Marines are somewhat leery of the combat medics, though. The Serpens have noted a complete willingness to secure other chaptersâ gene-seed for them from fallen brothers, which many chapters consider unseemly at best, and incredibly dangerous at worst (especially for those chapters who seek to hide damaged or mutated gene-seed). Imperial military command also find the Serpens frustrating for their frequent refusal to give up on civilian populations and stranded Imperial Guard regiments that other commanders had already written off. Finally, the Serpens are not well regarded by the Inquisition. The chapterâs pursuit of knowledge often risks uncovering (and worse, sharing) information the Inquisition considers best left hidden, especially when investigating the poxes spread by followers of Nurgle. Having seen many well-meaning physicians slip into the hands of the Plague God, the Ordo Hereticus keeps a close eye on the Serpens to make sure they donât make any unseemly pacts.
The current head of the chapter is Master Chirurgeon Galen Aquinas. Like his predecessors, he rose to his position from the head of the chapterâs Apothecarion, an unusual promotion path in most chapters but standard for the Serpens. He is an adamant believer in Roboute Guillimanâs Indomitus Crusade, and has called the chapter together to rally around his flagship, the Caduceus. The gathered Serpens eagerly strike forth, probing paths into the Great Rift and seeking out human worlds that have long suffered in isolation from the Imperium at large. They were particularly drawn into the battles of the Plague War, a major theater of battle in the Crusade against the Death Guard and other followers of Nurgle. The Serpens took severe casualties during this campaign, with many of their soldiers succumbing to the very diseases they were rapidly developing medicines to fight. As a result, the Serpens have had to ramp up recruitment efforts on the worlds they seek to liberate, and most of the old Firstborn of the chapter have been replaced with new Primaris recruits.
The colors of the Serpens are based on the ancient raiment of medics on Terra--the sea green of the surgeon, the blue gloves and masks of the medicae, and the even-armed cross combined with the ancient medical symbol of the snake. (In other words, theyâre dressed in surgical scrubs with latex gloves and a face mask.) Their weapons are cast in stainless steel, and they often favor flame and plasma weaponry for their sterilizing effects when facing weaponized pathogens. Serpens vehicles are usually painted white, with the chapterâs logo prominently displayed on the side, and equipped with searchlights and excavation equipment for digging through ruins for survivors.
...There. I made a chapter thatâs all about its Apothecaries, without being a bunch of weirdos like the Red Scorpions. Told you someone could make a better one.
Forgive my sloppy freehand on the painted models; itâs Hard. One of the big advantages of using GWâs own chapters is that you can get decals or sculpted shoulder pads with their icons, without having to paint the bastards on yourself. Closer look at the Serpens icon, a green snake wrapping around an even-armed pink cross:
Eloise Jones, my oc.
Of History and Kisses
I want to give a special thanks to @moonkatt for all the support and kindness sheâs sent my way! Your love for RoA has really inspired me and Iâm truly grateful to everyone who takes time out of their day to read my fanfiction. As promised, this should be the first of five original chapters regarding Riverâs development, her family, and the Trollhunterâs time between episode 13 and 14.
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As the celebrations came to a close, and our young Trollhunter and Sorceress slipped away with the young Tobias, I went off in search of Vendel. During their first months in Trollmarket, Vendel had quickly become attached to the young Sorceress, Lady River. Though their lessons were sporadic as she and our Trollhunter, Master Jim, learned to balance their human duties with their new magical destinies, she and Vendel have made great strides in her training.
 There was much we learned of Lady River throughout her lessons however, such as having no information about her family. Her mother, Lady Ganieda, was presumed dead nearly a thousand years ago, after the battle at Killahead. Trolls, wizards, and all manner of magical being hadnât seen nor heard from Lady Ganieda, all trace of her erased from our world. That is until River showed up with our Trollhunter.
 Once Vendel learned of this, he came to ask me for help. He asked if I could locate any tomes, books, and scrolls with any information I could find on Lady Ganieda. During Jimâs time at school, I scoured my brotherâs books high and low, searching for anything containing even a footnote about Lady Ganieda, but I could only find one, other than the book Vendel had given to Lady River.
 I rushed through the market, book under one of my four arms as I tried to find the old goat. He needed to see what I had found on Lady Ganieda. What I had found, there is a lot River doesnât know, and with what Iâve seen with NotEnrique and Eemeli, she takes after her mother.
 Spying Vendelâs staff in a crowd, I took off towards Bagdwellaâs shop, who in celebration of our victory over Bular, was giving away socks for the night. As I reached the middle of the crowd, I found Vendel, speaking fondly to trolls of our Trollhunter and Sorceress, saying he expected great things from them. His overly cheery demeanor most likely the result of his few too many drinks tonight. I quickly grabbed his arm holding his staff, gaining his attention.
 âBlinkous!â Vendel smiled as I spun him to me, âHow can I help our Trollhunterâs trainer?â He asked whacking the top of my head with his staff.
 I grinned, holding the book up for Vendel with all four hands, a slight bounce to my posture as I thought of its contents, âWhat you asked me about, I finally found something!â I told Vendel quickly, watching him sober a bit as what I found sunk in.
 âThis, has information on her mother?â He asked, taking the book carefully. I nodded, opening it in his hold, flipping to the section on Lady Ganieda, âItâs right here, detailed information on who she was, what she did, and why we believe she disappeared,â I stopped short at that, letting out a sight. âYou know the stories as well as I do old friend. I thought you should present this to Lady River. Itâs the only thing in my brotherâs collection that contained any information on her.â I explained, knowing this was the only connection Lady River would have to her mother.
 Vendel nodded, chuckling as he skimmed over some of the passage, âShall we find our young Sorceress then?â He asked, heading out of the crowd to the stairway the younglings ran off to. I grinned, following after Vendel to find Lady River. As we drew near the younglings, we found Draal, waiting near the top of the stairs, watching over them.
 Vendel paused to speak with Draal. âDraal, how are the younglings?â He asked, curious as to why Draal was watching over the stairway instead of finishing off the celebration with the other trolls.
 Draal nodded, peering down the steps as he spoke, âTheyâre exhausted but in good spirits,â he explained, smiling softly. âRiverâs ankle is still badly damaged and I doubt our Trollhunter and To-bee, will be able to help her back up the steps.â
 I frowned, recalling Nomuraâs attempts at dragging Lady River into the Darklands. âBetter her ankle than being pulled into the portal.â Draal only hummed in response.
 Vendel clasped his shoulder, showing him the book. âBlinkous managed to find something on her mother, we were planning on sharing it with her.â He told Draal, âI believe sheâll want you present.â
 Smiling, Draal headed down with us to the younglings. As we approached, we could hear them discussing fair Lady Claireâs missing brother, and what awaited in the Darklands.
 Riverâs P.O.V.
âNot to mention weâd be walking directly into Gunmar,â I spoke up, worried for Enrique now that NotEnrique was useless to the Gumm-gumms.
 âWeâll figure it out,â Jim shrugged, smiling at us. âWe always do.â
 The clearing of someoneâs throat caused Jim and I turn quickly as Draal, Blinky, and Vendel joined us on the steps. Jim nervously scratched the back of his neck as Vendel eyed him, the mention of Gunmar automatically setting the old Troll on edge. âRiver,â he turned to me, lifting a book to my line of sight. âI had Blinkous look for information on your mother, would you like to go over it in private?â He asked, glancing at Toby and Jim.
 An overwhelming excitement took hold as I stared at the book, knowing what it contained. âIf they want to stay, I donât mind. Sheâs Jimâs aunt after all, even if they never met.â I smiled at Jim; family had always been an awkward topic for us.
 Jim smiled but stood, grabbing Toby. âI think you should hear it first, sheâs your mom.â He hugged me quickly, stepping back with a grin. âBesides, itâs getting late, if youâre staying, someone has to cover for you with mom.â He chuckled, dragging Toby away with the promise of a Diablo Maximus.
 Draal lifted me carefully, settling me in his lap as Vendel and Blinky sat on either side. Laughing, I settled down fairly quickly, keeping my ankle up on Draal knee as Vendel opened the ancient book carefully.
 âLady Ganieda, born half-sister to the Wizard Merlin. A Sorceress in the time of Camelot. She served her kingdom alongside her half-brother and his two apprentices. During King Arthurâs reign, was broke out between the humans and those of magic. It was said that Lady Ganieda, friend to human and magical creatures alike, was torn. She had a duty to her kingdom, but her hurt bled for those born of magic.â Vendel read through, history sounding more like a fairy tale as he dove deeper into the legend of Lady Ganieda.
 As Arthurâs madness grew with his Queenâs untimely demise, he began imprisoning innocent magic born creatures. The result was a rise in Gunmarâs hatred for humans and the impending war between humans and magic itself. Lady Ganieda stood against King Arthur for his wrongful imprisonment of magical creatures, she stated that he was to imprison every single one, then that would include Merlin, his apprentices, and herself.
 As a show of mercy, and for her years of service to the crown, King Arthur banished Lady Ganieda into wild woods, where he believed the Trolls would kill her. Only taking her ruby staff, she left. She wondered through the wild woods for days. The spirits were kind to her, sensing the magic that flowed through her veins.
 Spirits led Lady Ganieda deeper into the woods. Bringing her to a small village of Trolls. Upon seeing a human, panic ensued. This was Dwoza, a village thought to be hidden away from Gunmar, the trolls residing here had wanted nothing to do with the Gumm-Gumm war. Using her staff, Lady Ganieda called to the forest spirits, showing the Trolls she was more like them than the humans seeking to destroy them.
 Once the panic had calmed, the leader of Dwoza greeted the young sorceress, offering her shelter and any aid the trolls could lend. Lady Ganieda was grateful to the Trolls, but she couldnât stay. She didnât want to cause more panic for others who would seek asylum in Dwoza. The forest spirits were against her leaving. They used all manner of tricks to keep Lady Ganieda in Dwoza.
 Growing weary of the forest spirits, Lady Ganieda confronted them, refusing to trade a man-made cage for a spirit-made one. The spirits, realizing their error, led Lady Ganieda back to the forest, allowing her to venture deeper into the wild woods.
 Continuing her journey, Lady Ganieda was unaware of the darkness that followed her. As night fell in the woods, Trolls in night-colored armor appeared before her, surrounding the sorceress. Lady Ganieda was terrified but kept a calm demeanor as the Gumm-Gumm soldier captured her.
 She was brought to Gunmar, only to learn that her oldest friend, the Eldritch Queen, had sided with the Gumm-Gumms. The Eldritch Queen asked for Lady Ganiedaâs assistance in infiltrating Camelot. She brought her to a group of young trolls and humans. Confused, Lady Ganieda waited to see what her friend had in store for the younglings.
 Using ancient dark magic, the Eldritch Queen bound the souls of the humans to the Trolls present, changing the Trolls and cursing the humans. As the human fell into a deep sleep, the Trolls were able to take their forms. Lady Ganieda was horrified, the Eldritch Queen had created Changelings. Trolls now bound to her and Gunmarâs will.
 Lady Ganieda made it clear to the Eldritch Queen that she wanted no part in her plan. Gunmar ordered for her death, but the Eldritch Queen stopped him, saying that in time, Lady Ganieda would recognize their power, and use it to bring the Eternal Night.
 With her life secured, for the time being, Lady Ganieda was taken to the Gumm-Gumm dungeon to rot until she died, or chose to help the Eldritch Queen. During her imprisonment inside an iron cage, a youngling female was charged with looking after Lady Ganieda. As the youngling guarded the cage, she spoke of how some of the Changelings were terrified of their new abilities. Having been stolen from their homes as whelps, most wanted nothing to do with Gunmarâs rule but were too terrified to stand up against him.
 Lady Ganieda, sensing the truth in the younglingâs words, devised a plan to break out of the Gumm-Gumm prison. With the younglingâs help, she would get as many Changelings away from Gunmar as she possibly could.
 Close to sunset, as Gunmarâs troops were readying to march to Killahead, the youngling snuck into the Eldritch Queenâs quarters and stole Lady Ganiedaâs staff. She headed into the dungeon, breaking open Lady Ganiedaâs iron cage. With her staff returned, Lady Ganieda and the youngling tore through the Gumm-Gumm base, finding as many Changelings as they could, breaking them away from the marching troops.
 As the freed Changelings took off into the woods, Lady Ganieda turned for Killahead. She had an Eldritch Queen to confront. The youngling refused to follow the Changelings, vowing to fight as Lady Ganiedaâs champion the need arose. Lady Ganieda recognized the fight in the young Trollâs eyes and agreed. They headed to the battle of Killahead and found the Eldritch Queen locked in battle with Merlin. The youngling rose to the challenge and attacked the Eldritch Queen. Their battle grew fierce, stone crumbled in their wake. Merlin injured, pleaded with his sister to flee, losing her once to King Arthurâs rule.
 The youngling was struck down by the Eldritch queen. Lady Ganieda refused to back down as she called her to fight. The witch and the sorceress locked in battle, as the witch destroyed everything around, the sorceress tried to heal what was wounded. During their final moments, their magic clashed causing a massive explosion.
 As the dust settled, only the Eldritch Queen remained. Lady Ganieda was no more, fighting to protect everyone. Humans, Trolls, and Changelings. There remains a statue of the youngling and Lady Ganieda in Camelot. A Gumm-Gumm soldier and a Sorceress who wanted nothing more than peace. Those who were willing to die for it.
 As Vendel finished the story all eyes turned to me with worried expressions. I was clinging tight to Draalâs stone hand as wetness trailed over my cheeks. Was I crying? I scrubbed at my cheeks, trying to rid my face of the tears. âIâm okay, I just⌠Did she die? Then how am I here?â I asked, more confused about my existence.
 Draal nuzzled the top of my head, trying to comfort me, âThe book said she âwas no more,â itâs possible the clash of magic threw her into a different realm.â He explained, carefully using his mechanical hand to wipe my face as more tears spilled.
Blinky nodded quickly at Draal's suggestion, âThat is true! Iâve something similar before. She had to have survived to have you. Thereâs no doubt that youâre her daughter!â he argued. Handing Draal the Troll equivalent to a hanky, really a dishrag, to wipe my face with.
 Vendel smiled as he watched Draal and Blinky fuss over me. âI remember Lady Ganieda, we met once, briefly, but she always put the lives of others before her own. She was like daylight itself. She could warm oneâs soul.â Patting my head softly, he continued. âYou are here, which means she survived the battle. Though we donât know where she is now, we do know she survived the Eldritch Queenâs wrath.â
 As the tears slowed to a stop, I smiled softly in thought. âI take after her.â
 Vendel chuckled, âThis is obvious. Youâre a worrier, refusing to back from a fight. You have a talent for healing, a type of magic she held dear. Youâre also extremely stubborn and bull-headed when it comes to helping others, especially Trolls and Changelings.â
 Blinky smiled, clasping my shoulder, âYou may not have met her, but you have so much of her with you.â
 Nodding, I put my hand over the closed book. âThank you for finding this Blinky.â I hugged him tight before hugging Vendel, âThank you for looking after me, Master Vendel.â Vendel returned the hug carefully, keeping an eye on my injured ankle. When I finally pulled away from the hug, I looked up to Draal, nuzzling under his chin. âThank you for staying,â I spoke softly.
 Draal hummed, standing with me in his hold. âI believe itâs time we headed home. The Bar-bu-rah will worry if Riverâs gone for too long.â He reasoned, nodding to Blinky and Vendel as he turned to leave.
 I waved goodbye over Draalâs shoulder, snickering once we were out of earshot. âDidnât Jim mention heâd be covering for me tonight?â I asked, wondering what Draal was up to.
 Chuckling, Draal adjusted me in his hold as he exited Trollmarket, into the canal. âDid he? Are you sure?â he teased, heading to the edge of town, and up to our billboard. âI thought you could use a break, or talk if thatâs what you needed.â He smiled, settling us facing the woods.
 Humming softly, I curled up against him. âI think I have more questions than answers now,â I explained, playing with his mechanical hand as I tried to form my thoughts. âHow did she know this Eldritch Queen? If they were friends, why would she try to kill my mother? Who was the Gumm-Gumm that helped her? Where did the Changelings go? What happened during the fight?â I rambled off as each question rose to the front of my mind.
 Draal frowned, âIâm not sure. I remember the panic her entrance to Dwoza caused, but I never saw her once she left.â He spoke up, having been there when everything happened. âI never saw her or this Eldritch Queen at the battle of Killahead.â
 Smiling softly, I nuzzled up under his chin. âWhen the battle was over, and there was relative peace, did you visit Camelot? Did you see the statue?â I asked, wanting to anything I could about my mother and the youngling.
 Draal nodded, âWhen we needed supplies the humans traded for. I did see the statue a few times. If it was accurate, the youngling was small for a Gumm-Gumm soldier. She didnât look like a Gumm-Gumm for that matter.â Tilting his head in thought, Draal tried to recall the statue. âStrange armor though.â He spoke finally.
 I snickered, âThis coming from a Troll that doesnât wear armor,â I teased him, knowing his skin was too hard for most weapons to pierce.
 âThatâs because mine is built in.â he snarked back grinning down at me.
 Laughing I kissed his cheek, grateful that after everything, Draal was here to help me smile again. âThank you.â Draal smiled softly before smashing his face against my cheek, causing me to burst out in laughter. âWhat are you doing?â I managed to get out through my laughing fit, trying to push his nose away so I could look at him.
 Draal stubbornly kept his face smooshed against my cheek, even as he spoke, âIs this not the human âkissing?â The smashing of faces?â He asked, pulling back finally as he looked down at me in confusion.
 My face bled scarlet, realizing he was trying to kiss my cheek, âOh!â I floundered, trying to think of how to explain kissing. âWell, what did Jim tell you? When he explained his fears about the kissing scene?â I asked, unsure of what Jim could have told Draal that involved âsmashingâ faces.
 Draal brought up his hands, making duckbills and smashing them together. âWhen two people like each other, the smash their lips together. The more they like each other, the longer the smashing lasts.â He explained. âWhen I said you did something similar, he explained it could be done on the cheek, forehead, nose, and hand. I think.â He frowned, trying to remember his exact words.
 I smiled nuzzling his jaw, âSo you tried smashing your face against my cheek.â I giggled, âIâm assuming kissing is a human thing?â I asked, my face falling as I thought back to the night before. Kissing him in the museum. âWait, but IâŚâ Mortified, realizing my reflex at seeing him alive may have been unwanted.
 Draal chuckled, watching my face turn darker shades of red, âIâve never seen a fleshbag turn so many different colors,â he teased, gently nuzzling his mouth against my cheek. âYour gesture is not unwelcome.â
 As my brain overloaded, I let out an indignant squawk, grabbing his face to give him a stern look. âTeasing isnât helping!â I snarled, my face on fire.
 Draal stared at me in shock before melting into laughter, hugging me tightly. âThen donât make it so easy.â As his laughter died down, a grin plastered itself over his face. âI think itâs what the fleshbags refer to as âcuteâ.â
 Grumbling, waiting for the red to drain from my face. âIf you werenât my mate, Iâd throw you into the frickin forest,â I mumbled against his chest, curling up against him.
 âItâs a good thing weâre courting then.â He snickered, âI have no doubt you could throw me that far.â Leaning back against the billboard, he hummed in thought. âAre human females the only ones to initiate this âkissingâ?â He asked, wondering if he messed up a weird human social norm.
 My voice was muffled as I kept my face hidden, âNo, I just wasnât expecting it since youâve never done it before.â
 âUnexpected, not unwelcome?â He asked, startling me enough to pull back, looking up at him incredulously.
 âWhy would it be unwelcome? Itâs just kissing,â I asked, now the confused one in this conversation.
 Draal grew quiet, deep in thought as he went over what Jim had told him, âIs kissing something all humans do? Jim mentioned friends and family do this as well.â
 I waved my hands, trying to figure out the actual question. âWell, no. I mean, Iâve kissed mom and Jim on the cheek. But youâre the first person Iâve kissed in a⌠romantic sense I guess.â I tried to explain, hoping heâd understand.
 Nuzzling against my jaw, Draal let out a huff through his nose. âCourting sounds easier.â He ground out, processing what I told him. âSo, there are different types of kissing, on the cheek is family, sometimes friends⌠and smashing mouths together is with a mate or⌠the boy or girlfriends, yes?â He asked, having to talk through his thought process on what Jim and I have both explained about human relationships before.
 âExactly!â I grinned up at him. âBut kisses on the cheek, forehead, or nose can also be used in a romantic relationship. It really depends on the two people involved. For instance, with us, I donât mind whatever youâd like to do, but if someone I knew from school⌠letâs use Steve as an example. If Steve tried that, heâd get a broken jaw at least.â
 Draal snarled at the thought, pulling me tighter against his chest, âIâd snap him in half before he had the chance.â
 âI guess itâs just something I donât mind as long as itâs you,â I shrugged, snuggling in his hold. âDoesnât feel weird.â I yawned out as the sun began to creep on the edge of the horizon. âLooks like Iâm officially out of energy.â
 Draal smiled softly, recovering from his little bout of jealousy over the thought of someone else trying to kiss me. âWe both need actual rest after that battle.â He quickly got up, staying in the trees as he headed for home. âI think thereâs a nest calling our names,â He yawned as we reached a sewer entrance near the house. Climbing down quickly, Draal headed to his door into the basement. As we finally entered the room he crashed back on the nest, keeping me curled up on his chest.
I lazily reached for the blanket I kept near the nest. Draal grabbed it quickly, tucking me in against him tightly. âGood morning,â I drawled out, slipping into a warm dream.
 My dreams were filled with memories, figments of my imagination fueled by the story of my mother raged through my mind. I felt as if I was there, I could see the wild woods, Gunmar, my mother. The dark figure, surrounded by green magic, I had dreamt of since I was little was yelling at my mother as the shadowed figure covered in gold, that haunted my nightmares, attacked her. The rest of the night, my dreams were shrouded in darkness.

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Universe Falls, Chapter 35, Part 2
AHHHHHH ITS FINALLY DONE GUYS AND IâM SO EXCITED!!! IT WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE AND IT TURNED OUT SO GREAT AND AHHH I CANâT STOP SMILING WITH EXCITEMENT! But anyway, Iâll stop screaming about it so you guys can finally read it! Enjoy!
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Chapter 35: Fusion Fiascos
Part 2: Together Forever
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Steven stifled an excited grin as he watched the Gems scramble about the house, gathering up supplies for their latest mission. Of course, the supplies were actually intended more for him than them, since they were certainly going to be gone overnight on a distant monster hunt that they had deemed far too dangerous for their young ward to accompany them on. Still, Steven hardly minded staying behind this time. After all, while the Gems had been planning this mission for the past several days, the young Gem had been busy discreetly planning something of his own to occupy his time during their absence.
âAlright, Steven,â Pearl smiled as she finished folding the last of the young Gemâs shirts and putting it away. âThat should be enough clean shirts to last you until we get back.â
âThanks, Pearl,â Steven said with a slightly confused grin. âBut uh⌠why do I need so many extra shirts if you guys are only going to be gone overnight?â
âOh, well you know what I always say,â the white Gem began, nodding to the pile of neatly creased clothes. âPreparation is the best policy!â
âThatâs honesty, Pearl,â Garnet coolly corrected the phrase. âBut still, thereâs no problem with being prepared.â
âI donât get why you guys are worrying so much anyway,â Amethyst spoke up. âLike Steven said, weâre only gonna be gone for one night. Heâll be fine, right dude?â
âRight!â Steven enthusiastically agreed. âIn fact, Iâll be even more than just fine. Iâll be great!â
âAnd why do you say that?â Pearl asked with an inquiring smirk.
âOhhhh! Are you planninâ on throwing down and partying hard while weâre gone, Ste-man?â Amethyst asked boisterously, putting the young Gem in a light headlock.
âMaaaybeâŚâ Steven grinned coyly, pulling himself out of the purple Gemâs grip.
âWell, just make sure you donât party too hard,â Garnet remarked with a smile that was quick to fade into foreboding sincerity. âThat goes for both of you.â
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Eemeli's P.O.V.
I am an idiot. I couldâve kept my mouth shut during the fight. No one would have to know I was a Changeling. Why did I have to get to know her? Why did I have to get to know them? I grasped the sides of my head as the mental conflict began to tear at my skull.
This morning was a disaster. I donât know why I bothered coming back. Strickler was gone, the bridge is locked away in Trollmarket, the Janus Order could give me a new assignment. Why am I here? I paused outside of Stricklerâs old classroom. The stupid dragon had to malfunction while she was working on it, stupid paint.
A snicker slipped out as I recalled River covered in red, orange, and yellow spray paint. She looked like a walking Heartstone. I shook my head harshly, steeling my face as I entered the classroom. Sweeping over the room, I found River with Jim and Toby sitting in the back of the classroom. Wincing at the expression on Jimâs face, I quickly took a seat in the front near Claireâs and her friends.
Mary took notice of my presence quickly, getting Claireâs attention. I grew nervous as Claire look from me to River in the back. When she left to check on River, I groaned, sinking lower in my seat. Why did I come back?
âSo, trouble in paradise?â Mary piped up next to me. I flinched as I turned to answer, if looks could kill, Iâd be stone right now.
âUm⌠not sure what you mean.â Not exactly a lie. I have no idea what goes on in her mind.
Mary tilted her head back towards Riverâs group. âReally? The one day youâre not glued to her side, she comes into class drenched in paint and upset. Riverâs never upset⌠well if she is you canât tell, a brick wall shows more emotion.â She snapped at me.
I glanced back, seeing Riverâs head buried in her arms. âThe paint was an accident, I swear.â I defended, a sinking feeling growing in the pit of my stomach. Why was I defending myself? From a human?
âSo, what? Did you get in a fight then? River going to class with her clothes covered in paint is one thing. I doubt sheâs even upset about the paint. You, on the other hand, she might be upset about.â Mary almost growled out.
Darci pulled her back as Claire returned to their seats, whispering about something. I glanced back to River, seeing her launch herself over Jimâs desk to cover Tobyâs face with paint. I chuckled softly turning to face the front again, confused that the interaction eased the pit in my stomach a bit. Why do I even care?
As the school continued, I ended up ditching the rest of my classes. There wasnât a point to me hanging around fleshbags anymore. I began to venture further into town. Trying to find something to distract me with, I entered what appeared to be a small shop littered with art supplies. Everything from paints to textiles to glitter and beads was stocked on the shelves.
âNeed something dear?â an aged voiced called from behind me, causing me to jump.
I turned quickly, having to look down to see an older woman, face covered in large round glasses. âNo, Iâm⌠Iâm just browsing.â I finally answered.
The old woman adjusted her glasses, studying me for a moment, âNo, thatâs not it. What brings you to Ms. Kamariaâs shop?â She asked, smiling up at me.
I paused, watching the fleshbag closely. âNothing, I was wandering around town, this place looked interesting.â
âSo, it wouldnât happen to have anything to do with the spray paint covering your arms?â She asked, pulling at my jacket sleeve. âRiverâs never this careless.â She tutted, heading further into the store.
I jolted, quickly turning to follow her. âRiver? How⌠What does the paint have to do with River?â I asked quickly, following as Ms. Kamaria began to rummage through different shelves.
âItâs her paint.â She simply answered, pulling out different canvases, studying them before putting them back again.
âAnd you know that how?â I asked, helping her put back the larger canvases she pulled out and rejected.
âSimple, sheâs the only one who uses it, and Iâm the only one who sells it.â She grinned, pulling out a large black canvas, handing it to me. âThatâs the one!â She decided before heading off to another aisle.
I stared after her, unsure of what to do with the canvas. Might as well see where this goes. âOkay, so the paint is Riverâs. What do you mean sheâs not that careless, I was told being covered in paint is her normal?â
âNot the paint. The emotion. Until recently, River never showed much emotion. Sheâs upset.â Ms. Kamaria waved me off, looking through cans of spray paint.
âHow can you tell if sheâs upset by paint on someone else?â I huffed, growing annoyed that I seemed to have more questions than answers.
Ms. Kamaria paused, turning to watch me for a moment. When she approached, she waved her hand over the paint, causing the fiery colors to bleed blue. âMagic is emotion, and River is covered in blue. Whatever happed has caused her emotions to bleed.â She explained, with a snap of her fingers the paint returned to its fiery hue.
I dropped the canvas, snarling at the old woman. âYouâre a witch!â I shouted stepping back slightly.
Ms. Kamaria only laughed, turning back to the paint. âThatâs one word for it,â she spoke, pulling out different shades of gold paint. âAnd youâre a changeling.â
My shoulders fell, I watched her in disbelief, âYou knew?â
âOf course, I know dear, just like I know about the Trollhunter, the bridge, your fight...â She trailed off, pulling out an emerald green can.
âDoes River know?â I asked, unsure of the witchâs intentions. If she was trying to hurt them⌠why am I worried?
Smiling, Ms. Kamaria turned back to face me, âNo, I donât think she does. Though itâs for the best.â
âHow? You could be teaching her. Helping her. Sheâs learning magic from a Troll!â I ground out, eyes turning gold as my anger rose.
Ms. Kamaria patted my shoulder, looking off slightly at something, though I doubt she was looking at anything in the shop. âGanieda asked me to keep her safe, not to teach her. Even if I wanted to, I wouldnât be able to.â She finally spoke. Moving on to spray sealant.
Thatâs not what I expected, âYou knew her mother?â I finally asked, shocked at the information. âWait, sheâs a sorceress, why wouldnât you be able to teach her? Why can a Troll teach her?â
âSo many questions, answers you donât need,â she sighed. âMy turn to ask. You hunt witches, how is she different?â She asked, facing me with a sharp look.
âShe⌠She cares, about everyone. Humans, Trolls, even Changelings. But Lady Ganieda was the same way. She freed Changelings from Gunmarâs rule.â I explained as I began to suspect this woman was mad.
âHm⌠is that all?â She simply asked, gathering the spray cans, heading for the front of the store.
âShe can wield daylight, but you knew that.â I huffed, picking up the canvas as I followed her.
âHer birth was hidden from the world of magic, she grew up human, her magic awoke to protect the human Trollhunter, her mother is gone, her fatherâŚâ She paused, moving on quickly as she began bag all the items. âif she doesnât change, her magic could grow deadly,â She paused again, handing the bags to me. âfor her⌠and her best friend is a Changeling.â
As her words registered, my grip tightened on the handles. âNo. Weâre not friends. She was a job thatâs all.â I spat through gritted teeth.
Ms. Kamaria burst out in laughter, âOh, if her father knew.â She mumbled out, waving me off before I could ask. âGet those to her, let her know she needs to paint the woman in gold.â She dismissed, pushing me out of the shop before shutting the door.
Holding the bag of paint and the black canvas, I took a deep breath, trying to keep myself from ripping through the door. I glanced at the items, knowing if I wanted answers, my next stop would be Riverâs house. Turning quickly, I headed off towards the suburbs, questions tearing through my mind.
The shop owner is a witch, she knows about River and Jim, she knows something about Riverâs dad⌠She knew her parents⌠Should I tell River?
I groaned, quickening my pace to the Lake household. The sooner I dropped this off, the sooner I could leave Arcadia. I could get back to work, back to hunting⌠I paused in front of Riverâs house, frowning. Did I want to hunt?
The door slammed opened as Jim in full Trollhunter armor came barreling out, âWhat are you doing here?â He asked, glaring me down.
I winced, taking a step back quickly as Toby and Draal filled the doorway behind him. âUm⌠the little old shop lady sent me,â I explained, holding up the canvas and spray paints. âThe old bat is crazy.â
Jim huffed, looking over the supplies before calming down, allowing the armor to dissipate. âSheâs not here.â He spoke, turning to head back inside.
Draal eyed me as the humans went further into the house. He stepped back from the doorway, waiting.
Sighing, I approached slowly, entering the house with caution. A pissed off Trollhunter is one thing, but a courting Troll that was challenged⌠Iâd like to keep my spine, thank you.
Jim sat at the dining room table with Toby as Draal led me in. He sat near the kitchen as I took a seat in front of Jim, setting the art supplies on the table. âIâm guessing you want answers then?â I asked, this almost felt like an Otto interrogation.
Jim looked back to Draal, seeming to have a silent conversation as Toby loudly interrupted. âYeah, how about we start with⌠WHY WERE TRYING TO KILL US?â He yelled out, slamming his hands on the table.
Wincing, I scooted back from the table a bit, looking between the three. âIâŚâ I let out a sigh, might as well get everything out, either they kill me or the Janus Order does. âI was sent by the Janus Order, a Changeling organization working for Gunmar. I received information that Merlinâs heir had been found, helping the Trollhunter no less. My reports included information on her courting status with the former Trollhunterâs son.â I paused as Draal sneered Nomuraâs name, knowing exactly who provided that information.
âMy orders were to transfer to Arcadia as a student, assess her skills in magic, and compile any information Bular could use to turn or kill her, and to keep her and Draal distracted by interfering with their courting, causing you to lose strong allies,â I explained the orders Stickler and Bular both had given me.
Jim frowned, thinking over what I had said. Draal growled, standing to his full height, âTurn her? You mean make her Gunmarâs puppet?â He snarled out, snorting out steam as his rage began to build.
I nodded, turning to fully face him. âThey wanted her alive, they need Merlinâs magic for something, what that is I donât have information on. Though, I do know killing was an absolute last resort. Which means Gunmar needs her alive.â I explained quickly, knowing this information could set Draal off, but they needed to know.
Jim quickly intervened before Draal could act, âThe information you gathered on her, did you tell them everything?â He asked, causing Draal to paused.
I shook my head, âNo, I⌠Iâm not sure why I didnât either.â I confessed, holding my head as the conflicted feelings returned. âI told them my initial assessment, she could wield daylight, which they knew. She could enhance her strength during a fight, and that her mate was willing to expose Trollkind to a human to protect her.â I sighed, looking up to them. âAnd, she developed a soft spot for Changelings in particular.â
Draal growled as Jim stepped between us, âWhat didnât you tell them?â He asked, trying to keep Draal from ripping out my spine.
âHer weaknesses mostly. Her magic injures her. Your amulet has physically ripped magic out of her, twice now. Her mana pool is immense, but she still lacks control, pouring out way too much magic in each attack and rendering her defenseless much faster than it should. That and thereâs something off about it. Oh, and that sheâll charge headfirst into a fight to protect the people she cares about, though Iâm sure Strickler informed Bular that you both had that weakness.â I spoke quickly, addressing the last information to Jim.
As my words sunk in, Jim seemed to deflate, falling into his chair. âThe amulet can hurt her?â He asked softly.
âYou saw the burns. When you summoned that amulet, she lost control right?â I asked, seeing his expression fall further was answer enough. âDuring the museum fight, when Draal tried to pull the amulet from the bridge, it began to pull magic from her to stay sealed in the bridge. Then, when Nomura attack, she forced her magic into the amulet. Iâm not sure if that caused a change since she left that encounter burn free.â I concluded, seeing Jim relax slightly, hoping that the amulet wouldnât hurt River again.
Draalâs sneer broke through the relief however, eyeing me closely as he ground out, âHow is her magic âoffâ?â
I winced, unsure if what I found could be right, âWhen the amulet pulled magic from her, she lit-up right?â I asked Jim, nodding as he recalled the Goblin fight. âSorcerersâ eyes and hands are usually the only things that glow when their magic is surging, River on the other hand⌠markings former over her skin, that is a troll trait,â I explained, watching them closely.
âRiver isnât a troll,â Jim spoke up, confused. âIf itâs something only trolls can do, then why can she?â He asked.
Draal frowned, leaning back against the wall in thought. âShe doesnât have stone skin, thatâs why it burned.â He spoke, connected the invisible dots.
âThatâs what I thought as well.â I confirmed, turning back to Jim, âSee as her mother is Lady Ganieda, the only person she could inherit that from would be her father.â I explained.
Jim glared at the table, apparently, fathers are a sore subject for this family. âThatâs not possible, Uncle Gary isnât a troll, heâs a human fleshbag!â Jim snarled out.
I sighed, trying to keep Jim calm. âLook, I donât actually know how humans work, but there would have to be troll blood involved somehow, or itâs a curse. It could always be a curse.â I pointed out.
âHow is that any better?â Toby piped in, unsure how a curse could be any better.
âCruses can be lifted or transferred.â Draal stated, âWhich means, if it is a curse, it has a spell, potion, or ritual, that could nullify the effects.â
I nodded quickly, if it was between blood or a curse, the cure is a better option. âThatâs not everything though,â I said, nudging that art supplies laying out between Jim and me.
Jim looked at them confused, âWhat do these have to do with anything? Didnât Ms. Kamaria send you with them?â He asked, nudging at the paint canisters.
Hesitating a moment, deciding whether or not the witchâs words were a warning. I shook my head quickly, âMs. Kamaria is a witch⌠or sorceress. She knew I was a Changeling when I walked in. She knows about you being the Trollhunter. She even knows about River being Merlinâs heir.â I explained as shock overtook Jim. âOn top of that, she knew Riverâs mother. Lady Ganieda asked her to protect River.â
âAunt Ganieda⌠then, why didnât she tell River? Why keep her in the dark?â Jim asked quickly, trying to sort through more questions.
âIâm not sure, all she said was that it was for the best if River doesnât learn of her.â I recanted, âShe also gave a warning.â Draal snarled, wanting to protect River from whatever warning the witch gave. âShe said that if River didnât change, her magic could kill her. I assume that has something to do with the burning.â I finished, wincing as Draal slammed his fist into the flooring.
âBushigal! What in the void is she supposed to change?!â He asked, fear clouding his eyes at the thought of Riverâs magic killing her.
âIâm not sure, the witch shoved me out the door soon after,â I explained with a scowl, having half a mind to go back and demand answers.
Jim let out a sigh, watching the sunrise from the dining room window. âWe have to tell her.â He decided.
âWhat about the witchâs warning?â I asked, unsure why River couldnât know, but knowing enough not to take a magical creatureâs warning lightly.
âIf we donât tell her, she could end up jumping into a fight and burning away because she overdid it!â Jim snapped, âThe amulet can rip magic from her, she uses way too much mana during a fight as it is! What is the next fight is the last?!â He yelled, slamming his hands on the table.
Frowning, I stared down at the table, sorting through everything. Why was I here? Why did I listen to the witch? Why did the thought of Riverâs death tear at my gut? Why did I care? Slowly clenching and unclenching my fist, I finally came to an answer. âWarning or not, she needs to know⌠Sheâs my best friend, I wonât abandon that. Not for the Janus Order, and not for Gunmar.â I spoke, looking up at the Trollhunter and his friends.
Draal hummed in thought at my answer, pulling the still tense Jim from the table. âThen I have to thank you.â He spoke up, catching me completely off guard.
âI⌠I donât understand, I interfered with your courting. Honestly, Iâm surprised I still have a spine.â I confessed; not understand how he could seem so calm after everything.
Draal shook his head, a fond smile etching over his face, âI believe River would say you only interfered because of orders. Sheâd then ask if you ever had a choice in the matter. I, however, am thanking you for saving her. The scaffolding that fell during the museum fight would have crushed her. Nomura,â He snarled out, âtried to pull her into the Darklands, leading her straight to Gunmar. In the sewers, you knew she had used all of her energy, and even though you could have left her there, you helped her, even though youâd have to face us again.â He paused, watching as Jim and Toby calmed, knowing he was right. âYou came here tonight, expecting me to rip out your spine. You gave us information that could get you killed by the Janus Order. You kept information that would harm River from Gunmar. You went against a witchâs warning to protect her.â He smiled, clasping my shoulder tight, âRiver needs a friend like you. Changeling and all.â
I sat there in shock, staring up at Draal. This troll had every right by our culture to kill me. This is a troll who, until River, despised Changelings. Now, heâs saying his mate deserved a friend like me? âIâŚâ
âWhatâs going on in here?!â Riverâs voice reached us.
All heads snapping to her quickly shocked that she was home and looking on the verge of murder. I think I might lose my spine after all.
Mango's Adventures in Angst-Land: Chapter 15
(Author's Note: This took me a bit to figure out. Well, I ain't a complete angel. Here you go!)
Five minutes later, the Abstractions caused trouble, the Amazing Digital Circus had to be evacuated, and now Mango was arguing with Caine over the situation. Growling, Scylla tried to think of a solution, but the arguing in general distracted her mind. In frustration, Scylla slowly said, "Can you please... Shut up..."
"Oh no..." Kiui whispered. A crack of lightning rung through the Digital World.
"So I can THINK?!" Scylla snapped.
"Well... MOOOO-"
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Five hours later, Mango backed up against the wall, begging, "Wait, I'm sorry! Please, spare -"
"Mango, you're on thin ice here." Kiui interrupted. One of Oscar's tentacles whipped toward Mango. "What the -"
STAB!
"Scylla -"
"Scylla?"
Scylla Raven, in a heroic act, stood in front of Mango, wings spread, with only one wing bleeding. In other words, cue the heroic music! Scylla hissed, "That little bitch..."
Mango starts. "Oscar, he -"
"I think she already knows." Kiui said.
Five seconds later, Scylla had scared off Oscar. As an attempt to get Mango to safety, Scylla said, "Look, we don't have much time, but to save you, I'll have to send you back home."
Mango perked up in protest as Kiui shouts to the Mercat ancestry and beyond, "NO -"
Mango protested, "But who's going to help you for..." Scylla and Mango looked at the chaos. "Well, everything?"
Scylla exhaled. "Mango, I am still a trusted adult, and what I say: GOES. So, what I want you to do -" Scylla started to use magic, her eyes glowing magenta. "IS LEAVE BEFORE YOU GET HURT."
"NO." Mango replied.
In childish pettiness, Kiui shouts in a kitten-like voice, "YEAH!"
"AND WHY NOT?!" Scylla asked in a booming voice.
Mango said, "Well, you're right, you are a trusted adult. But it doesn't that I can't trust you with my life."
Scylla proceeded to have trauma flashbacks of the last time she was trusted with that duty. Queener screeched and ran towards the two. Scylla told Mango, "YOU NEED TO GO."
Kiui growled, "Scylla, I will somehow kill you with my fluffy, cute cat form -"
"What? No, I won't leave you." Mango declared.
"Mango, do it NOW." Scylla ordered.
"Scylla's RIGHT, Mango..." Kiui whispered. Mango gasped at the sight of the Abstractions as Kiui continued, "You need to go now!"
"Scylla!" Mango yelled as Queener rushed forward with a roar.
"Oh my god... Demetria?" Kiui said.
"Mm?"
"Can you open a portal? It should be-"
Five Seconds Later...
"Scylla, be careful, I -"
The portal opened. The eleven-year-old child leaned against the chair, yelling, "Get in here!"
Demetria walked away from the area, yelling, "MOOOM!"
Scylla sighs turning to face Queener. Mango pleaded, "Please! Let me stay -"
Kiui ordered, "NOW."
Kiui grabbed Mango's arm, forcefully dragging her through the portal as Mango said, "Be careful!"
Kiui hissed, "Mango, I want you to live, not die! Now, get in!"
Scylla spread her wings, about to use fire magic. Mango shouted, "NO! NOO!"
ZAP!
The portal closed, with Mango back in her home world.