she said that the trolls horns affect the size of their buldge
well…
average
JESUS CHRIST
below average
woah gamzee woah
no wonder why he’s angry all the time
double fucking penetration
EVEN BEFORE THIS IT WAS IN MY HEADCANON THAT TAVROS IS THE BIGGEST OF THEM ALL
PEES EVERYWHERE BECAUSE WHAT
Eridan pls
i always knew sollux had two.
Yet another reason to hate my patron troll
(Source: frickingtavros, via summoner-einsamekaiser)
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“What is this place…?”
I asked myself as I stood before something that looked like a rift in Seilon itself, a void that looked as if it wasn’t there before but was torn into the world. Behind me stood the rest of Seilon, all of its vibrant and enchanting beauty that hid a woeful darkness and solitude to those who only paid attention to what was on the surface. While in front of me stood…whiteness. Whiteness as far as the eye could see except for a floating staircase made of intertwined roses that rose high into a spiral, black lines resembling those of the keys of a piano swirled like a vortex in the distance, notes floated idly around me like clouds.
I set foot onto one step, the pressure against the flowers released a scent that seeped into me. A sweet, sweet scent with a strong after-sensation as if hinting that there is veiled loneliness and contempt beneath the euphoric fragrance. Just like her…
I looked up, I saw a hovering platform floating on top of the floral staircase. I continue to climb the stairs, my steps gaining pace from the excitement of seeing her again. I broke into a run, each step of the way releasing that heavenly, yet dreary musk. I didn’t stop for anything, not that there anything worth stopping for.
“Elle, I’m coming for you!”
My thoughts seemed to escape from my head and into the place where I am as it echoed everywhere as I ran. I made wild assumptions. Is this place…alive? Can this place read my thoughts and emotions?
As if to answer my thoughts, I heard the key of a piano being struck. At first it was gradual, a key would be played every few seconds as I climbed the stairs. The pressing of keys slowly escalated into crescendo as I ascended. The music was heavy, debilitating. It was the sound of despair, the sound of loneliness, the auditory form of the sadness that would consume an individual who is curled in the darkness whose only confidants were the walls of the room that kept them. I held my head down as I rose constantly above the steps and grit my teeth. Is this…the despair that Evangelline had been enduring all along and alone?
I remember when I first laid my eyes on Elle. Her diminuitive, timid stature complimented by her demure but light hearted personality would make anyone want to take care of her. It was only soon when I would accompany her on her pilgrimage that I would find out that there was much, much more to her that the eye would permit to see upon minute inspection. Elle had been hunted and used all her life, abused just because she refused to raise her voice against her offenders. She could never find it in herself to hurt anyone, and she would absorb the conflict between people, a benevolent vessel. She strove to be an absolute good, but as all things that are absolute, they all soon devolve into something they oppose. I failed to realize all of this during the time I was with her, how she would forcefully stop her tears when she saw people enjoying the company and fellowship of others and how they would cherish those bonds. I was only paying attention to what my eyes allowed me to see, until it was too late.
I slowly held my head up, my determination brimming across my face as I continued to rise above the steps. I swore to myself that I would not let that happen again once I revived Elle. Never again! I will take care of her, outside and on the inside! I won’t fail her again!
My body pumped out the despair as I picked up my pace. From what I could see, it seemed like I’m in the midway of the the staircase. The woeful melody had stopped a few dozen steps ago. What had happened? It didn’t matter to me, I kept on going.
“Just a little more… Just a little more, and I can finally see her again!”
I felt another key being struck the very second I set foot onto another step. Keys, rather. It felt as if something heavy fell upon a set of keys, pressing against them all and generating a harrowing sound. Just like before, the melody soon escalated as I climbed the stairs. What would be the melody this time?
I waited for the melody to grow into full swing as I ran, wondering what this one will represent. Eventually the music grew and grew into an overpowering staccato, and I couldn’t help but be bedeviled by the sudden intensity of the music. My pace slowed down, the scent of the flowery staircase reminded me of the fear that one at the jaws of death would feel, like the scent of dried blood that ever so resembled the scent of steel, the scent of insanity. I felt my skin crawl and my hair stand on end and my heart beat in a way it has never felt before from the music, maddening and tormenting music. My run ground to a halt and I was forced onto my knees, I held my hands pressed against my head hoping to drown out the music, all in vain.
I know very well what the music was telling me this time. Too well. It was Elle’s madness, the harrowing requiem of her mind and soul. I know this because I was the one who inflated her madness that resulted in what happened to Elle and the rest of Seilon. All my fault…
Evangelline was to be the next Goddess of Seilon, and she would be bestowed that title only after she had completed her pilgrimage. A Guardian’s duty is to protect his Mistress’ inner peace and herself, taking care of her peace of mind and attending to her every need along the way while she sees what the rest of the world has to show. I was narrow minded, naive, and shallow. I deduced the best ways to protect those aspects of Elle using cold, hard logic. It didn’t matter to me how I protected her as long as I did. That was my single greatest mistake in the time that I have served as he Guardian. Before Elle disappeared, I…let someone die for our sake. I couldn’t explain to Elle why I did it, and I know she wouldn’t want to hear any of it. It was futile no matter which angle I approached it. We drifted apart. She would push me away, refuse my gestures of kindness. I saw just how cruel and uncaring she could be. I gave up, thinking that eventually things would cool down. That’s where I was wrong. Just a few days after the initial incident, we were faced with another threat to Elle’s peace of mind, and the crowning jewel of my failures as a Guardian. Me, Elle, and a friend of hers by the name of Catherine were aboard a ship when we were attacked by an abnormally huge group of bandits. I was distraught at the time and I failed to see the telltale signs of an impending boarding. We were taken by surprise. Many people were taken captive while the rest tried to fight back. I would have eradicated them all if there wouldn’t be any collateral damage, then I remembered the way Elle reacted a few days ago. I just HAVE to steer clear of that option. Then, the turning point of everything, the moment of undoing. It seemed that Catherine had an…unstable psych. She went insane during the attack. She went berserk, attacking anyone she saw, whether bandit or not it didn’t matter. She turned on Elle. There was nothing I could do. My body acted on its own to protect Elle. I drew my blade and I struck Catherine down, preventing her from harming Elle. I was brash, I acted too quickly. I didn’t know if the wound I inflicted was fatal or not and she lay on the deck of the ship, bleeding, but what else could I have done? At the back of my head, I knew what was coming for me.
Before I could turn my back, I head the sound of a gun being cocked behind me. I turned around and saw Elle holding the same gun I gave her before we set out to protect herself just in case the situation called for it, pointed at me, her face held an expression I would never forget: the expression of anger, hate, and sadness towards a person whom you have trusted the most. Anger, pure, unadulterated anger spread across her face, tears streamed down her cheeks and her teeth were bared at me while she aimed the gun pointed at my head. I dropped my weapons and I faced her, my arms spread away from my body. I know what I have done, and I fully accept the consequences.
“You know what you have to do. Remember what I told you back then. Aim with both eyes, hold you arms out firm and then squeeze the trigger so that the recoil won’t throw off your aim. Don’t be afraid. You’ve been very angry at me, and I will accept whatever punishment you have in store for me.”
Those were the words I said that time. I closed my eyes, ready to accept my fate and die for a woman I only knew recently but pledged to protect with my life, except she would be the one taking my life. I was prepared.
A gunshot rang in the air.
Silence fell around me. I was still alive. But how? I slowly opened my eyes. I felt a stinging pain on my cheek. The bullet had grazed me. I looked at Elle, she held her head down, tears were falling from her face and she was swinging the gun around wildly. It was a sight that wrenched my guts apart. My sole duties were to protect her peace of mind and attend to her every need, and yet I failed her grandly. She stood in place, writhing and wailing in what had happened. I wanted to approach her and hold her in my arms and comfort her, but will she let me? I took a gamble and stepped forward. She wrapped her arms around herself and looked at me like a frightened puppy. She shrunk back as I grew closer, thinking that maybe I would also hurt her. She snapped. She let out one final scream and then she disappeared in a flash of light. To me it seemed as if somebody abruptly turned off the lights. I felt despair, pure and heavy despair as I felt my knees weaken and my insides felt as if they liquefied instantly. Pathetic, I know. I was suffering just as much as the person I have wronged. I wanted an outlet…I NEEDED an outlet. Some bandits went over to me to tie me up. They didn’t know that I was the last person they will see in this life. I went berserk for the first time in a year. Once more, anger was the driving force behind my blades and hate propelled my bullets into my enemies.
Deep down I thought to myself, is this who I truly am? Am I to remain a harbinger of destruction forever? Never to protect, always to devastate? For once I thought I have finally turned my back on my all of that. I would always use violence or extreme measures to fix a situation while it took a toll on Elle as she watched me resort to those actions. I was too reliant on my past and too blinded by it to see the chance I had to start over and I realized it only now when I have lost the most important thing to me.
I then spent the following days searching for Elle. I scoured Seilon, looking high and low for her in hopes that maybe she would forgive me. Every passing day was torture for me. I could only think of what she could possibly think of me at the moment and if she was alright. For some reason I would always feel that she was close, as if she was watching me, but I could never find her no matter how hard I looked. Eventually it dawned to me where I could find her. Yes, that place…
The Garden of Everything.
I rushed to her home, to find her friends waiting for me. They heard about what happened and what I did and needless to say I got what I deserved from them. I accepted it unflinchingly. I had to accept it. I deserved it. They went with me to the place where I thought I would find Elle and surely enough we found her.
Elle, however, wasn’t herself anymore. She had grown unstable, and hostile. Pure energy radiated from her, a twisted power. Her words were unlike anything I have ever expected to come from her. And from what she said, I learned of her true intentions. Evangelline had plotted to use her power as the new Goddess of Seilon to change the word to her liking, a world where she would no longer be hurt, hunted, or used and she didn’t care about how it would affect the populace of Seilon. However, she would only be entitled the new Goddess if the pilgrimage was completed. She forcefully completed the pilgrimage, and as a result the power she acquired was false, unstable. Her friends took action while I could only watch while they struggled to reason with Evangelline with her terrible power they could barely keep up with. I have the power to end this swiftly, yet I froze where I stood, ridden with guilt as I watched Elle’s friends get hurt by her own deranged hands that were made that way by my foolish decisions.
I steeled my resolve. Everything has boiled down to this after everything that has happened by my hand and by that way it should end. I leaped into battle with Elle’s friends to face Evangelline in her maddened state.
I stood in front of her, face to face.
“You must really hate me right now. I understand. I failed you as a guardian, hurt your friend, and now I make you hurt the rest of your friends. I’m the worst Guardian to be ever called as much. Now, let’s end this. No matter what happens, I will always be the one at fault here. I’m sorry, Evangelline…”
I held out my right arm and unfurled the bandages the kept what was underneath hidden, a silvery mechanical arm. I took a deep breath and let it out, focusing everything I have into my right arm. It’s been a while since I last used this power, and I regret that I have to use it again on a person that I should never have to. The gaps in my arm began to glow a bright blue, brighter and brighter until it was blindingly radiant. In the place where my right arm should be was a cannon as large as I was, The Liberator, my right arm’s second form. But this is not what I intend to use. With my left hand, I reached for a massive lock on the cannon that is my right arm and removed it. Once again, a bright blue light radiated from my arm this time accompanied by massive waves of power. I would also be swept away if I wasn’t attached to the source due to not using it for so long. The light died and in my left hand I held an impossibly large blade and my right arm was no more, a blade that I used to vanquish the corrupt god of wrath before I came to Seilon, Eternal Glory.
“My name is Zack Braveheart, servant of Edian, the elder goddess of freedom…and failed Guardian of the future Goddess of Seilon, Evangelline Rosette. I’m sorry that I have to fight against my own Mistress in battle to prevent the destruction of Seilon, but I accept the fact that this is my punishment for failing you. As a sign of my woe I will rename this blade I hold as Eternal Penance. Forgive me, Mistress.”
The battle was fierce. Elle had the might of a goddess, there was no denying that. But she was unstable, out of her mind. That prevented her from fully wielding her power. I dawdled in our fight, hesitant to strike her down. I was regretful that after everything I put her through, it would still be me who had to put her out of her misery. What horrible luck I have.
Fortunately, one Eternal Penance’s powers was just the one I needed for this, as this power allows Eternal Penance to cut not only concrete but also the abstract, and only what the wielder desires to cut. But in order to do that, the delivering strike must be driven by desire unlike any other. The desire to cut what you must, a desire greater than anything you have. In other words, wielding Eternal Penance meant that you are prepared to throw anything and everything you hold dear away at a moment’s whim. If the swing missed its mark, Eternal Penance will take in return anything you hold dear that would amount to the desire you had to have swung it.
I gathered my resolve and waited for the opportune moment for one decisive strike. With the combined efforts of Elle’s friends, they were able to distract her long enough for me to get close and I struck her down.
The cuts dealt by this blade never hurt as it was forged from the desire to change, not to destroy, but I felt pain when I struck her down. I never thought the day where I needed to do something violent towards Elle would come, yet here I am. Just what was I prepare to throw away when I swung Eternal Penance, you ask? Everything. Yes, everything. I would have gladly given up anything and everything just so Elle wouldn’t have to go through this anymore. And you may ask, just what exactly did I cut? Her false power. Yes, I could have cut all of her grief towards me, but I didn’t. If I were to earn her forgiveness, I wanted her to give it to me willingly.
I remembered everything as I agonized on my knees on the rosy staircase. I can only imagine the torment and hardship that I must have put Evangelline through. But I can’t stop now. No matter what happened in the past, I must always move onward with courage and hope that maybe I can arrive to something better. I have to, for my sake and Elle’s! I gathered my strength to stand. Slowly and surely my legs stood straight and I returned to my pace, slowly at first but gradually. I mustn’t let this past despair wash over me, not now! I want to earn Elle’s forgiveness and start over!
“HHHRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
I felt very light from then on, as if everything on my shoulders was taken away. Is this how it feels to forgive yourself? I…never really thought of it this way. I guess I was so reluctant because I could never ask for the forgiveness of many of the people I have done wrong. But this is different… I can still ask for Evangelline’s forgiveness!
I ran over the steps with a childish joy, eager to see Elle once more. I glanced at above me. I’m almost at the top! I wondered to myself, with another melody play? Surely enough I heard another melody start. I wonder what it will be next?
The next keys were… Well… I didn’t know how to describe them. I kept running as it grew into a mellow tempo, heartwarming with sometimes even childishly joyful parts inserted. This is…
I remember everything. Every little thing Elle and I did. The things we did where we would share smiles and laughs with each other. I remember when her face would light up when I made her favorite food, when she would do something downright odd and adorable while we were idle, where she would always smile to cheer me up and kept a positive outlook. I love it when she plays in her enchanted piano and I would let her music sweep over me. She would always try to bring the best out of me. She would always try to borrow books from my library in my ship even though we were strictly told to not use it for anything, how she would childishly and selfishly demand me to cook something exquisite in a place where it simply isn’t possible, I considered her traits adorable. She would always ask how I did things, about my opinion of things. I’m sorry to say the the way I sometimes answered her was cold, based out of cold, hard deductions, but she would always smile despite that. I love how she would always try to be brave and stand up for what she believes in even though sometimes I end up having to save her. Did I…just say “love”? I guess I did.
The lighthearted tempo seemed to carry my feet. I felt empowered. I think I actually smiled while I heard this melody play while I ran. The scent that came from the staircase was nothing short of euphoric. It was perfect, perfectly describing how I felt when I’m around Elle. When I’m around her, I feel comfort, joy, and euphoria that I have never felt before. Reviving Elle means everything to me. EVERYTHING!
Then I remembered…
Just what happened after the decisive blow fell upon Elle. That one event…
Just after I cut Elle, or rather her false power, the black shroud that enveloped her faded away, like black dust blown away by the wind. I let go of my blade and rushed to Elle, but I froze midway. No, I didn’t freeze because I was hesitant or anything like that. I was frozen where I stood, unable to move, unable to even talk. What’s happening to me? Magic? But whose…
I heard a voice call out from behind me. I knew that voice. Catherine’s. After what went on that ship, I was relieved to find that Catherine was alive, but just barely. I took her into my ship and treated her. It was the least I could do. She had mixed feelings towards what I did. What’s she doing here? I clearly told her stay on my ship and rest, but still she came here. I guess there was no helping it. Even after being so close to death by my hand, she still chose to see this through to the end.
I saw Elle’s face light up. From shock, maybe, that her friend was still alive? Then she had that ever so sweet smile on her face as she came closer to me, her eyes sparkled in a way that the stars paled in comparison. But I was afraid. Why did she freeze me? What’s happening?! I was scared out of my wits.
Then Elle’s lips began to move.
“I.. I have been very selfish. I never wanted to change the world for the better. In fact, I destroyed it. And after everything that has happened, I know nothing can be done about it.”
Then I heard Catherine speak.
“No! Seilon can still be saved!”
The rest of Elle’s friends began to voice their opinions. Some of them leaned towards there being no hope, while the rest insisted that Seilon can still be preserved.
“But… Wouldn’t saving Seilon mean destroying her sister world?”
Everyone fell silent. I have no idea about most of what they were talking about, but does this mean that an entire world, Seilon or another world I know nothing about is about to be destroyed because of me? Because I was too weak to prevent all of this?
I watched as Elle looked each and every one of her friends. A smile began to form on her face as she came closer an closer until her face was just a hair’s breadth from mine. My body was still frozen, I couldn’t do anything. I wanted to hold her and tell her that I would convince the elder gods to save Seilon, but I couldn’t do a thing.
I saw her hand reach for something in my person and take it from me. A weapon, a gun. The same gun I gave her, the very same gun that she tried to kill me with out of anger.
“No, no! What’s she doing?! Stop! What are you doing?!”
Elle held the gun in her hands and stroked it lovingly as if it was an item of affection and then began to walk away from me. I tried to move with all my might but I didn’t budge an inch.
“Elle! What are you doing? Stop! Stop it, please!”
A portal opened up in front of her, a portal leading deeper into the garden and then I saw her look back at me, her face still bearing that sweet, sweet smile.
“Elle, no! No! Come back!”
I could only watch as she walked deeper into the garden and the portal closed behind her. I still kept on trying to move, and if I ever could I would follow her and I would rip open that portal if I have to!
But was there time? I have to admit, I have conveniently left out the parts were Seilon had grown unstable ever since Elle’s disappearance. The world was falling apart, and rifts were appearing all over the place.
I saw Catherine walk up in front me and spoke.
“It’s alright, Zack. We have all accepted our fates. We are to be forgotten, as if to have never existed, to die with the world.”
“No! I can’t accept this! Get this spell off me and maybe I can do something about it!”
Then I heard a voice in my head. A voice not my own. It was a voice that I could identify wherever I was. Elle’s voice.
“Thank you again, for everything. I’m sorry that I was so selfish and that the world would have to suffer this fate because of me. Thank you, even though the world is slowly crumbling you would always be there for me, that no matter how many times I would push you away you would still hold firm.”
“Elle, what are you going to do with that gun? Elle, answer me! Elle!”
“I’ve decided. I’m going to do something unselfish. Thank you, for everything.”
What seemed like an illusion of Elle materialized in front of me and stood there, looking deep into my eyes. She came close up to my face and against everything I was expecting, planted a sweet, loving kiss on my lips and stepped back. She held the gun pointed towards her, towards her heart and the image slowly dissipated.
“No, Elle, stop! No! NOOOOO!!!”
I heard a gunshot echo in my head, and everything began to crumble around me. Elle’s friends all stood in front of me and each one of them gave me a comforting smile. I felt my body return to my control. I was able to move again, but what was the point? WHAT DID IT MATTER NOW?! I could only weep on my knees as everything around up was reduced to nothingness. Yes, I was crying. Something a hardened mercenary, a murderer, should never do.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”
And before I knew it, I had stopped in my tracks again. This melody didn’t end unlike the previous two. It kept playing and playing however its tone was now solemn. I held my right hand outward and I clenched my steel fist, remembering everything that had happened up to now, and the promises I made to Elle. I steeled my resolve and continued on my path. I’m almost there! The last few dozen steps felt challenging to climb, and I rose over them undauntedly. This is it, I made it!
“I’m here, Elle! I made it!”
I didn’t waste any time, I didn’t even stop to catch my breath. I hurried to the center of a floating platform in the space between the spiral staircase. I saw a bed made of roses laying at the very center of the platform and someone lying on it. Elle!
I rushed to her side and observed her sleeping visage. So peaceful and gentle. I held out my left hand and stroked her face. I felt like a pervert creeping up to his sleeping target, but it didn’t matter. I’m here now at your side, Elle! And I won’t ever leave you again!
I held out my right arm and took off the bandages. I pressed a few plates on the underside of it and then the very underside of it swung open revealing a compartment. A small crystal was kept inside it, a warm glow emanated from as I took it out of my arm. It was the fragment that Elle gave me, the very same fragment that I used to remake Seilon, and the last fragment that would make her whole again along with Seilon. I held the fragment above Elle and it gently floated off my hand and it gently sank into her chest.
She slowly roused from her slumber, her eyes gently opened and I was the person she first saw. I flashed a nervous smile at her, and she smiled back. I helped her off her rosy bed and onto her feet. The void around us seemed to gently collapse and before we knew it we were on the ground, on Seilon’s wonderful land. I watched her look around like a lost puppy observing it’s surroundings. As always, my body’s reputation to be verbally inept when I have to say something important preceded itself and I was unable to say anything. So I opted for an alternate option.
It was only after Seilon had been destroyed that I found out that the kiss Elle gave to me served two purposes: to save me from being taken along with them, and she had given me part of her power, the power to recreate Seilon itself. I floated idly in the space between worlds, weeping at how I has been so stupid and lost someone that I have come to love. I spent the following days in my ship, floating idly in the space where Seilon should be. I finally snapped. Elle left me with this power because she still trusted me, and I won’t fail her!
I’m a person with an infantile affinity for magic, so I had trouble figuring out how to use this power. It took me weeks to even properly form a sphere where I would recreate Seilon’s environment and her inhabitants. And eventually after months of trying, I was able to recreate Seilon based on how I saw it during my Pilgrimage with Elle. But my task was not over. If Seilon could be recreated, maybe Elle is also still alive somewhere. I had to take that chance!
“Elle. I… I want to show you something.”
Elle nodded and I summoned my ship. It descended in front of us and we boarded it and I ordered my ship to take us on a scenic tour of Seilon, the Seilon I made. Elle and I stood side by side as we zoomed all around Seilon, and Elle was silent the whole time. Was she still angry at me? Eventually my ship took us offworld and we saw Seilon from the space between worlds. This is it, this is the moment of truth. I HAVE to say something now.
I faced Elle and held her hand. She has a flustered expression on her face as I held her small, delicate hands. Come on, Zack, say something!
“I, uh… made it the way you like it, or at least how it was when we were traveling together. It’s…not as good as the old one, but I tried my best.”
Elle remained silent. Come on, Zack, say something else!
“I… want to stay by your side, if you’ll let me. S-so please… Don’t do that again.”
I reached into my pocket and took out a small, black, ornate box from it, opened it and took its contents into my hand and held Elle’s hand.
“You…almost killed me with this one.”
I placed a ring into her hand an closed it gently with my left hand.
“And this one, took you away from me.”
I took a second ring and wore it on my left ring finger. These rings…were made from the same gun and bullets I gave to Elle, smelted and given new form. I couldn’t see Elle’s face. I didn’t know what she thought of what I did just now, but I’ve come too far to back down now.
“This is a beautiful world, Elle. And I’ve found someone just as beautiful on it. When I’m with you, I feel comfort and joy unlike anything I have ever felt, and I’m sorry to have ever hurt you. I… I can’t guarantee that I won’t be dense, but I promise that as long as you stay, I will be in my most earnest and loving self. Elle Rosette, I love you.”
Whatever her next answer will be, I will always be there for her, and I won’t fail her this time!
I’ve decided to drop this project. For what reason? I will explain. The truth is, me and the other founder of this blog got into a very bad argument ever since chapter 2. This user has been…cold towards me ever since. This argument was my fault, and I fully accept the consequences of my actions. I was hoping to make it up to this user but after I found out that the way I was writing this project wasn’t satisfactory, I just lost it in myself to continue writing. I found this a very fascinating and wonderful story that I was inspired to write again. I don’t want to bastardize such a wonderful work of art any further, and truth be told that user has given up on this blog. As a consolation to my readers, I will post the final chapters of SeiLon and SeiLon: Memories soon and then leave this blog as it is. I offer my deepest apologies to my readers…and to the tumblr user whom I have failed so many times. These final chapters may have contradictions to everything I have posted so far due to discrepancies in the botched story that I have made and the original story that was intended.
Execute personal log, create new entry series, code: “un-named world,” entry number two, beginning entry.
“It’s been more than three days since I’ve arrived here on this world. I just got back from looking for Evangelline, or rather, Elle. Elle Rosewood greeted us warmly when we returned just as the sun was rising despite her weakened condition. She and Elle Rosette are now sleeping peacefully in the same bed while their fingers were intertwined with each other’s. What a nice sight to behold. There was no sign of Lance anywhere, not that I wanted to see him. As it turns out, Elle Rosette is my Mistress. She was hoping that Lance, a wolf who could speak, was her Guardian but was pushed away by Lance as soon as he found out that she was not his Mistress. I don’t just how attached she is to this wolf, but I have a feeling that she isn’t over it yet. Evangelline is timid and shy. The look in her eyes is something I see very often, they are the eyes of someone who has been shunned or even hunted for so many times. I want to let her know that she doesn’t need to worry about those things anymore now that she has me. I have no plans to cast a shadow over Elle’s memories of Lance, but I do plan to serve her to the best of my capabilities. Although she’s still afraid of me I will protect her will everything I have. I have a few plans to make her warm up to me.
End of entry number two in ”un-named world” series, personal log close.”
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The song Evangelline was singing in the garden
credits to my youtube friend and youtube voice actress: amanda lee
I felt my throat and chest tighten from Elle’s words.
“I searched everywhere in her house! I even asked Lance if he knew when and to where Evangelline went but he remained silent!”
“Lance! That bastard! I swear, one of these days I’ll give him a beating that he won’t forget in four lifetimes!”
I helped Elle get back on her feet. She must be so tired. She took care of me for two days and now her friend has vanished. I have to do something. Not just to repay Elle’s kindness, but also for Evangelline. We went to Evangelline’s house while I held Elle in her shaky steps. She sat down on a bench on the porch while I looked around. There weren’t any tracks that would fit in Evangelline’s description or any sign of her leaving at all. She must have used magic to depart. This makes everything tricky. Unless…
“Elle, is there any way for one person to track another person who disappeared by the use of magic?”
Ellle shakily replied.
“Yes. If a person used a spell to conceal their presence such as invisibility, one may track them by tracing a path left by the miasma of magic that provided the invisibility or other similar spells. If however the person used a spell of displacement, one may only track them by first finding their point of origin and examine the rift left by the displacement magic. From there, one may deduce where the other end of the rift leads to, but there may be problems…”
“Problems? What kind of problems?”
“For one example, the person who left the rift may have created many false exit rifts to throw off their pursuer.”
I paused for a while. Great, this just keep getting better and better.
“It doesn’t matter. Can you help me find out how she left and to where?”
“I will…”
Elle closed her eyes and focused. I could feel power emanating from her. She turned her head towards different directions and sniffed the air. After a while she opened her eyes and gasped for air. I waited for her findings.
“No, it doesn’t seem that she left through means of invisibility or any similar magic.”
“Well, what about that displacement magic?”
Elle nodded and closed her eyes once more. She turned her head towards many directions, but stopped in one direction: inside the house.
“Inside… In her room… There is a rift…”
Elle had grown very weak. I carried her in her arms to Evangelline’s room. It was a simple room, but rather cozy. It had her scent floating in the air in it. Books were everywhere, opened and unopened. Looks like she doesn’t go out much. I laid Elle down on Evangelline’s bed. She reached out her hand and the tip of her finger glowed with a golden light. A portal suddenly opened up behind me, a pale silvery blue light bathed over me as it opened.
“Zack, please, I cannot…reach…”
I held Elle in my arms again and carried her closer to the portal. She gently pressed a finger against it and she closed her eyes. After a while, he painfully removed her finger from the swirling surface of the portal. I laid her down gently on the bed again, her breaths were labored and she was drenched in sweat. I took a towel from one of my pockets and wiped her face, she smiled at me.
“I…cannot tell you e-exactly w-where she went, b-but I can tell y-you to which direction s-she went. S-she went in t-the direction that the m-moon is hanging over. I would instruct you to enter the rift, but it seems that Evangelline had locked it behind her.”
“That’s good enough, Elle. You’ve done enough. Please, rest. I’ll find Evangelline and come back with her, I promise!”
Elle smiled at me and closed her eyes. I wiped the sweat off her face one last time and I took off. I had barely left the premises of Evangelline’s house when a voice stopped me.
“Where do you think you are going?”
That gruff voice… It was Lance. Great, now what?
“Where do you think I’m going? I’m going to look for Evangelline, that’s where!”
“Why?”
His question struck me like a percussionist strikes a bell. Why indeed? Why am I doing all of this for the sake of some girl I barely know and is afraid of me?
“Because I want to make it up to her. I want to show to her that I’m not a bad giuy like how you say I am!”
“And do you think she will accept you that easily?”
I stood there quiet. I honestly don’t know if Evangelline’s opinion of me will chnage if I go through with this. But who cares? Her friend is worried sick about her, and so am I. I have to do this.
“I never think that far ahead” I answered flatly and took off.
I rushed to my ship and entered through the hangar and ran up to something that was covered in a blanket. I gripped the cloth tightly with both my hands and took it off. It revealed a two wheeled vehicle, one of the vehicles I use when operating on the ground. I call it the Romulus.
I got on to it and inserted my right pointing finger in a small port in the middle of the handlebars. The engine roared to life and I revved on it a few times before taking off in full speed, not bothering to close the hangar door behind me. The roar of the Romulus’ engine filled the night air as I rode on full speed at the direction the moon was hanging over.
The road was on an open field, the flowers and trees swayed in the night wind as I zoomed by. I was gritting my teeth the whole time. From excitement? From worry? Maybe both. Eventually the road entered a forest, and I went on ahead. I went offroad, staying true to the direction that Elle specified. The foilage grew thicker and thicker until I was unable to continue on the Romulus. I got off and proceeded on foot.
I was in a mad rush. I know it may be wrong but I actually felt a little eager here. I was eager to prove to Evangelline that I wasn’t as bad as Lance said, and I wantd to fix how she saw me. My already pounding heart beat faster as I ran through the leaves, bushes, and branches, and then I stopped. I came upon something, rather somewhere.
“Wh-what is this place?”
I stood before a sight unlike anything I have ever seen even in all my travels to so many worlds. I saw a sprawling garden spread out before me, a garden like no other as every plant in it was made of gleaming crystal. The moonlight reflected on everything in the garden giving it a faintly eerie but comforting glow. I proceeded with caution.
I carefully walked through the garden, careful not to come into contact with anything but the ground. Who know what could happen if I break something here? As careful as I was, I stopped dead in my tracks when one of my senses picked up something. Something that up to this day reverberates inside me whenever I think about it: a song.
It was coming from deeper in the garden. Such a calming voice. I proceeded with even more caution.
I came upon what seemed like a pavilion. There was a large clearing in front of me, and the flowers in this area were real. They swayed in the breeze while the soothing voice continued its song. I saw someone in the field. Evangelline! It turned out that she was also the one singing.
As much as I wanted to come and get her as fast as possible, I approached her at a calm pace. I guess I wanted to hear more of her song. It was a sad, sad song. A song of parting. I wonder, is she singing this because of Lance? I felt a little bitter inside. No one deserves to have a person they cherish leave them in such a manner.
I stood just a few feet away from Evangelline while she sang, playing with some flowers in her hand. If there was a word to describe what I as feeling right now, it wouldn’t be enough. Maybe two words. Entranced, and anxious. I felt both at ease and on edge. Evangelline finally finished her song and remained still. I wanted to say something but no words would come out.
“Why did you come?”
Evangelline broke the silence without even looking at me.
“I…”
I wanted to say that I came because Elle was so worried about her, and so was I. I secretly also came because I wanted to appeal to her, so that she would stop reeling at my mere presence.
“Elle sent you, didn’t she?”
“Yes, and no.”
Evangelline didn’t answer back.
“I went not only because Elle asked me to look for you and because she’s worried about you. I went because I was worried about you too.”
“And you thought that maybe by doing this I would be more comfortable around you?”
What the? How did she…? Can she read my mind?
I was about to speak when Evangelline cut me off.
“Tell me, Zack, has there been a person in your life that you were prepared to devote your life to but that person suddenly vanished or changed on a whim?”
I couldn’t answer. Many of the most important people in my life were like that. People I now only think of, but was unsure if they thought of me, fondly or even if at all.
“To be honest, I’m a little disappointed that you were the one who came for me.”
That line of hers hurt, I admit. But who am I to complain? Who was I to her anyway? I’m just an unaccounted for guest in her house, a gatecrasher. I invaded her home and I disturbed her peace. I have no right to be hurt. I wanted to say something but as always my body’s habit to run out of words to use when I really need to speak lives up to its reputation, but I HAD to say something.
“I know. You were expecting Lance to come and get you. Instead it’s me who shows up. Lance must mean so much to you. I’m sorry it has to be this way. I hope that the Guardian destined for you will live up to your expectations, someone who can make you happy. But for now, please bear with it. I know I have no right to say any of this to you, me being jut an extra.”
Silence fell between us. Evangelline still had her back turned against me. I breathed in the scent of the flowers in the field, and with it Evangelline’s. My mind was blank. I was honestly simply waiting for a response from Evangelline so that I could act based on her response.
“Come closer.”
My heart almost skipped a beat. I complied. I walked on closer to Evangelline, and she turned around to face me, her face so clear and calm. She couldn’t look me in the eye. I don’t blame her. Slowly, I watched her eyes look into mine, but she broke away shortly after.
“We…haven’t properly introduced ourselves, have we?”
The timid Evangelline has now suddenly begun a conversation with me.
“Yeah… We haven’t.”
“My name, is Evangelline Rosette. If Evangelline is a mouthful for you then you may call me Elle also.”
“Wait… what?”
“Could you just repeat what you said?”
Evangelline looked puzzled, but complied.
“My name is Evangelline Rosette. But you may call me Elle Rosette in the account of an informal situation.”
“Evangelline Rosette. Elle Rosette. Elle R. Of course!”
“Evangelline!”
She seemed to whimper at me suddenly blurting out her name.
“Oh, uh, I meant Elle. Elle, I know this is a bit sudden but… May I try to see if my key fits in your locket?”
Evangelline, or rather Elle, nodded and held her locket out on her palms. I took my key from my pocket and gently held the underside of her hands and inserted my key into her locket with my steel hand.
CLINK!!!
I was tense. We both were. I held the key firmly in my fingers, hesitant to turn it. I finally mustered the will to turn the key and did just that.
…SCHINK!!
We both let out an overwhelmed exhale. The key turned so smoothly it was almost as if there was no lock to begin with. A bright, warm light emanated from the locket and showered us both. It felt…very comfortable. I now know that I have a chance to set everything right for this girl. This calls for something a little cheesy from my end. I have to make an impression!
As soon as the light died down, I looked at Elle in the eye and spoke.
“This must be a bit of a shock for you. I know that you were honestly hoping that someone else would be your Guardian, but please know that I will do everything in my power to protect you, and stay by your side. From this second onward, I swear to never abandon you, to never leave you, to always protect you, to attend to your every need and to take care of you. Dear Mistress, my name is Zack Braveheart and I hope you will accept me as your faithful Guardian.”
Okay, I admit, that maybe be a little bit over the top. I couldn’t help it. I suck at coming up with anything good to say.
“Ah, who am I kidding? She’s really attached to Lance. Well, I guess I’ll just do my job. I hope she warms up to me thought…somehow.”
“Thank you…”
I felt like my heart was kick started.
I just flashed a shaky smile at Elle, but she wouldn’t look at me still. I guess it’s decided then.
Evangelline Rosette…is my Mistress, and I, Zack Braveheart is her Guardian.
This was only the beginning of my journey here in this world. There were many, many more things awaiting us in my stay on this world. No amount of training or experience could ever have prepared me for the things we would soon face. But for the time being, I will abide by the promises that I made to Evangelline. I know that right now she may not think of my fondly, but I will still protect her and take care of her. Could this be…my chance of redemption?
“Don’t you think it’s about time that we found out if either one of us is your Mistress?”
Elle’s words echoed inside me. She finally popped the question. To be honest, I was afraid of this moment. I’m honestly expecting that any one of them is my Mistress, since I’ve grown accustomed to them. I guess you could say I was afraid to leave my comfort zone, then again I already am outside my comfort zone since I’m lingering around women. But these two are…different.
“I… I don’t think this is the time and place for that.”
I suddenly blurted those words out. What was I thinking?
“I see… I understand.”
“N-no! That’s not what I meant! I…”
“Then what was it that you meant?”
Great, another tangle up. Well, Elle seems to be a nice person. I guess she’ll understand if I explain everything. As for Evangelline, she kept quiet the whole time. I could spot her looking at us from time to time at the corner of my eye. I’m a Guardian, I should be decisive, steadfast, and thoughtful. Yet here I am faltering in front of them. Get a hold of yourself, Zack!
“I really don’t think that we should do this in here. I mean, in this cramped room? Let’s go somewhere else.”
“Okay then, if you say so.”
Elle complied. As for Evangelline…
“Evangelline?”
Elle called her. Evangelline snapped out of something like a stare. What’s going on in her mind, I wonder. She rose from her seat and followed us out. I led them to an elevator and we went out to the deck. A cold breeze greeted us, and I was chilled to the bone with anticipation…and something else. Is it fear? Possibly.
The sun was just setting when we walked onto the deck. We walked a little further out and stopped at the center, Evangelline and Elle stood behind me.
“Is this place good enough?” I asked without looking at them.
“Yes. It’s quite spacious. You could host a ball here. I quite like it!”
I turned around to watch Elle suddenly break into a dance, her limbs and body swinging gracefully as if being lifted by the very breeze itself. Evangelline just stood and watched. Any person who was watching would immediately deduce that Evangelline was a dull introvert compared to Elle, but I’m not like that. I’m pretty sure Evangelline is more than meets the eye. From my experience, an assumption like that was right pretty much most of the time.
“Elle.”
“Oh, sorry! I was carried away by the thought of a ball. My apologies. Well now, shall we?”
I stared at Elle and Evangelline and reached into my pocket. I felt the key in my fingers. Was it always this cold? I took it into my hand and pulled it out. This is the moment of truth. There’s no going back now. I took a step forward.
“WAIT JUST A SECOND!!!”
I know that gruff voice anywhere, even though I’ve only heard it a few times. I saw a flash of white leap onto the deck and land between me and the girls. Lance.
“Lance, you’re back!”
Evangelline rushed to Lance’s side and wrapped her arms around him. Lance stood motionless, his eyes fixed at mine. I stared back with nonchalant eyes.
“What do you want?” I asked flatly
“I’m here to claim my stake as a Guardian!”
“…what? A Guardian? This wolf?”
I guess anybody can be chosen as a Guardian so long as they can stand up to the task. I saw a key hang out from a collar around Lance’s neck. Odd, I didn’t seem to remember seeing a collar around his neck when he was so bent on ripping me to shreds a few days ago. Ah, what does it matter?
I shook my head and walked towards Elle. Elle gather her hair and placed her forelocks behind her ears. She looks so dazzling. She held her locket on her palms and held it out to me gently, the look on her face looked so gentle that a flower gently swaying in the breeze pales in comparison. I lifted the key closer to the locket. I paused.
“Zack? What’s wrong?”
“…”
“Come on, Zack! You just said so yourself that there’s no going back! Pull yourself together!”
“N-nothing. Well, here goes…”
I held the back of Elle’s hands and inserted the key into her locket with my steel hand.
CLINK!!!
“…”
“…”
“Zack?”
“Yeah?”
“You still have to turn it.”
“Oh…right. My bad.”
It felt as if the artificial sinews in my right arm mere jammed. I felt winded at the simple task of turning a key. Well, fine, let’s just get this over with. I then turned the key.
“It…”
“It won’t budge.”
I took the key out and Elle withdrew her hands. We couldn’t look each other in the eye. Then she broke the ice.
“Well, I guess this means that I’ll have to find you when I want to eat something exquisite!”
“Ahaha, yeah…”
I could only chuckle. We turned our attention to Evangelline. She was stroking Lance’s fur while he stroke his head against her skin. The sight would be heartwarming, if the viewer didn’t know that Lance could turn into a vicious killer at the slightest provocation.
“Evangelline, have you checked if Lance’s key fits into your locket?”
“N-no… I haven’t”
“Well, go on dear.”
Evangelline reached for Lance’s collar and removed the key. She held it on her palm and Lance took it with his teeth. Evangelline held out her locket and Lance stuck his key in. Evangelline’s eyes glimmered as Lance did so. This girl must be really fond of Lance. I sincerely hope that she will go easy on herself if ever Lance isn’t her Guardian. Wait, what the hell am I saying?
CLINK!!!
Elle and I looked on in anticipation. I gulped down my spit from the tension. How will this end?
“You…”
Silence fell on all of us.
“You are not my Mistress.”
Lance’s words struck Evangelline like how a bullet hits glass. Her face suddenly turned sullen, as if somebody squeezed her heart. I guess it WAS squeezed. She must’ve been really hoping that Lance is her Guardian. I wanted to comfort her, I really do, but what was I supposed to say? “Don’t worry, I’m sure you Guardian is a fine man”? I’d rather hit myself in the nuts.
Lance withdred his key and calmy walked away from Evangelline. As for Evangelline, she could only look as Lance walked away. She reached out, hoping to at least stroke his fur one last time, but failed to reach. This is just…gut wrenching for me. Elle rushed to her side and wrapped her arms around her.
“Shhh… It’s alright. It’s alright…”
Elle swayed Evangelline while she was wrapped in her arms. I could hear Evangelline sobbing softly. Poor girl… As for Lance, he stood behind Elle, his key held by his fangs.
“Elle, may I fit my key into your Locket?”
“Hey, at least let her comfort Elle before yo-“
“This doesn’t concern you, murderer. Stay out of it.”
This wolf is really starting to get in my nerves. I swear, if he keeps his uppity attitude he just might find his own fangs shoved up his ass.
“Just a moment, please? Evangelline needs me.”
“Leave her be. She needs to cope with her own sorrow. The world has no place for the meek and cowardly.”
Asshole if I ever did see one! Just a few days ago he was so protective of Elle that he attacked me twice and kept getting on my case on how I would be a failure as a Guardian and now his attitude towards Evangelline changes just because she wasn’t his Mistress?!
“Lance. Leave us. Now.”
Elle’s voice was stern. Even I was taken by surprise. For a second I though I saw Lance’s fur stand on end too.
“As you wish. I’ll be waiting in Evangelline’s garden.”
Lance calmly walked towards the edge of the deck and leaped off. I could just look from where I stood. I really, really wanted to say something. But what could I say? Someone like me, is unworthy to comfort Evangelline. Minutes of watching them seemed like hours. Eventually, they stood up.
“Zack, will you please help me?”
I hurried to them. Evangelline held her head down. I could see faint teardrops fall from her cheeks. Damn. Someone is crying if front of me yet I can’t comfort them. I’m the worst…
I led them out of my ship and walked with them up until we reached Evangelline’s house. Elle and Evangelline disappeared into the house and I was left outside. This is the perfect opportunity for me. I took off and rushed to the garden. I searched for Lance, but was nowhere to be found. Where’d he go?
Then I felt something fall on me. Something warm. Followed by vicious snarling.
“Come back for more?”
Sure, I just recovered from my injuries, but something was burning inside me that let me fight back despite the pain. It was anger. I kicked Lance off me and he landed on his paws. I stood up and got to the point. Truth be told, I’d rather beat him half to death first before I talked, but I felt more like talking that throwing fists for some reason.
“What was that all about?”
“What do you mean?”
“EARLIER! Four days ago you bit my hand and said some nasty stuff at me at the slightest provocation and three days ago you were ready to kill me because you thought I was attacking Evangelline and now you treat her like dirt just because she isn’t your Mistress?! I oughtta skin you and wear your fur!”
“Is that a threat?”
“Damn right it’s a threat!”
“Whoa, Zack! Calm down! You’re here to talk. Settle down!”
I exhaled and forced myself to calm down. Lance still had his teeth bared at me. I spoke.
“Why, why did you have to say those things?”
Lance suddenly stopped snarling and sat down.
“I hate weakness.”
That line made my blood boil.
“Just because a person refuses to raise their voice or throw their first doesn’t mean that they are weak! Compassion is not a weakness!”
“AND WHO ARE YOU TO LECTURE ME, HE WHO STINKS OF THE BLOOD OF OTHERS AND OF GUNPOWDER?!”
As much as I hate it, Lance had a point. I hate it when the people who piss me off use that against me.
“You, who has taken the lives of so many innocents and destroyed countless others! How dare you reprimand me.”
I fell silent. Normally I was a guy who can keep his mouth running, but at times when I really have to say things I find myself running out of words. I hate it when this happens.
Lance turned his back on me and walked away. I could only watch him as he walked away. How pathetic of me…
I spent the rest of the day in the training are of my ship, rehoning my edge so that I can protect my Mistress when I find her. What happened earlier was still drifting in my memories. I could only think of Evangelline. I wonder how she is doing at the moment and what she is going through as my fists and legs struck the training droid I am faced against.
“Zack.”
“…”
“Zack.”
“…”
“Zack!”
I was spaced out while I beat at the dummy. I didn’t notice Magdalene calling my name.
“What is it?”
“You have a visitor. The girl who treated you. She seems…livid.”
“What? Let her in!”
I took off to meet Elle. I felt dread wrap around me as I ran through the corridors of my ship. What happened? I met Elle in the hallway while running. She was frantic, sweat ran down her face and she was short of breath. She fell to her knees and I held her.
“Elle! What’s wrong? What happened?”
“I-It’s Evange-lline…”
“What? What happened?”
“I went to to her room to bring her supper, but when I couldn’t find her anywhere! She’s missing!”
