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Linda Lavin at the "No Good Deed" Los Angeles Premiere at Tudum Theater on December 4, 2024 in Los Angeles, California. (Photo by Gilbert Flores/Variety via Getty Images)

Go get Yours

CW for technically blood, though no real gore.

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He felt like he was caught in a nightmare. The world was disorienting, the landscape of Westcrown around him had melted away, and the only thing he could make sense of was the burning pain in his gut. A bright face with pale blue eyes learned in close to his, a self satisfied look in their face. He spotted an Iomedaean symbol pinned to their front.

“Tell me your name.” The words barely made sense, lost in the multitudes of other signals his brain was giving off. He didn’t answer. The bright face shifted sharply. A sharp torrent of pain ripped through his body as the sword wedged in it was yanked downwards.

“Your name,” they demanded.

“Salisfer,” he managed to choke out. “Virial Salisfer.” Words hurt, and his mouth tasted of blood.

The sword was abruptly yanked from his body, and the other stepped away.

“Good.”

Virial’s body crumpled, and his world went dark.

Virial woke up with a start, his heart pounding, and his body drenched with sweat, making his night shirt cling haphazardly to him. His throat felt raw, as if he had been screaming.

Mind racing, he tried to orient himself. He wasn’t in Westcrown. He was in his room, in his family’s estate, in Egorian. Nothing else hurt, no wound to be found. He touched his torso gently, the soft bumps of too many scars under the cloth.

A hand snaked up, and pressed onto his chest. It pushed him back into the pillows. His twin’s hand. He allowed her to force him back down, and her hand rested there for a moment, an anchor in the sea he found himself lost in. Her groggy voice leaned into him.