EmilyRemixed

My Lord Castle just waits.

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When the table appeared, Nithel’s stomach flipped and his mouth watered. It had been two nights since he’d eaten the dried rusk. How long since he’d actually had food, though. Egad… He wanted to fall upon the fruit, the meat, the bread, and truthfully, the possibility of poison hadn’t even crossed…[Read more]

No waaait. *Cackles maniacally*

Alessio had gone through a lot of different scenarios. He’d tried to think through every possible consequence and contingency.
But…it was quiet…
Probably not a good sign. That usually meant whatever punishment lay in store for him was going to be a lot worse. He tried to breath slowly and not look as terri…[Read more]

As the castle groaned, Nithel’s eyes widened, and he stepped back against the wall. Then as stones started to drop his lips parted in shock. He wanted to hide underneath something but there was nowhere to hide. No shelter from the rock. Nothing. And Alessio, standing right in the middle as debris fell.

Nithel wanted to order him to move, but move…[Read more]

The rumbling had, in fact, terrified Alessio. But he was very, very stubborn and he had “a plan”.
He’d done this before, or at least something like it. Devils, he was comparing the Castle more and more to the wizard. It was like, having it happen all over again. The same helplessness, same kind of control-freak and the same immortal dread. Only…[Read more]

“Alright,” Alessio said, and most looked his directions. “Most of you each come from different worlds with different powers or capabilities, one of the only constants is that you all have secrets.”

*Nithel has no clue what his ‘power’/’capability’ was*

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The Lord Castle, could feel the emotions of the young one rising. Flamed…[Read more]

Nithel’s eyes shone just a little and he nodded to Alessio.
“I will do as you say.” He said. Alessio wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Alessio didn’t really count himself as a leader but everyone else seemed to…
“Um…right.” Arguing would waste valuable time…
Alessio looked around, trying to gauge every…[Read more]

Nithel smiled inside at Alessio’s laughter. Then when the laughter didn’t stop, Nithel’s eyes got a hesitant twinkle. He had made the youth laugh. (Albeit unintentionally.) *thoughts/sweet memories of home*

Nithel gave Alessio a small bow with his head. I’m glad you laughed.

Alessio coughed a few times, then after a moment, he answered.…[Read more]

“Don’t give up now.” Alessio whispered, his voice husky.

Nithel cleared his throat silently, feeling the pressure of Alessio’s hand on his shoulder. Like a friend. Were they friends?

Nithel trembled inside. How he wanted his wife in his arms again. To weep with her. For her to caress him, and tell him that though things would change, she would…[Read more]

“I have two daughters, a son, and the last time I saw my wife, we were expecting another.” Nithel said. Four children…how long had he been married? Alessio was trying to do the math because it was easier to process than his feelings. “My elder daughter is about your age.”

Mathematical gesticulations froze his mind.

Nithel said it like Alessio…[Read more]

Nithel could see the struggle in Alessio and was sorry. *wants to explain, very badly… if he could… *

Nithel then nods, and a smile touches his lips. A sadness filled his eyes as well. “I have two daughters, a son, and the last time I saw my wife, we were expecting another.” I have not met them yet. “My elder daughter is about your…[Read more]

Nithel can see the pain and rushing in Alessio’s eyes struggling. Staring at the strap around his neck. Abni, I do remember you. Not much, but- Images flash through the back of his mind. But mostly, he remembers the emotions he had when with the youth.

Alessio blurts out, his eyes begging likely more than he wished, “Do you remember where you g…[Read more]

While the others were preoccupied with Nithel’s sudden reappearance, Brendin felt a sudden calm sweep over him.  He looked down and realized with a start that he was fading, like Nithel and Jericho had.  He wished to say goodbye, but he also didn’t want to interrupt the moment between Mayra and Alessio and Nithel…and he didn’t want to cause t…[Read more]

He looked well? He chose not to debate that.

“Mayra…” Nithel repeated slowly, looking down, but also at her face. It was hurting her, his lack of remembrance. If it meant anything, the name was beautiful. “Your name is lovely.” … “And I’m sorry.”

He glanced at Alessio, wondering if he was the youth he had at the back of his memory. Wondering…[Read more]

Nithel’s brows furrowed when a girl approached him. Then he felt awful when she knew his name as well, and his eyes saddened. I don’t know her. Nithel nods once, slowly, “I am Nithel,” son of Father. I am the son of my father.

He wanted to ask for her name, but didn’t want to betray he didn’t remember her. “I-” He took a small step back, then…[Read more]

The boy was clearly uncomfortable, unsure what to say or do. He was just a bit older than Nithel’s daughter, maybe the same age. Nithel’s lips didn’t change, but a partial smile touched his eyes. Relax. All Nithel’s troubles still vied for attention in the back of his mind, and he didn’t know how he was able to give the smile. At least… you…[Read more]

No. Nithel’s stomach twisted as the walls gave way, and different things took their place. He wanted to shut his eyes, but he didn’t think it was a good idea. Not when anyone could do anything.

Dragon. He had a faint remembrance of the dream that had put them in his knowledge. He’d told tales with the giant lizards as villains many a time since…[Read more]

Malvat stared – four newcomers, all at once. The first two were obviously brother and sister, obviously nervous and disoriented, and obviously not able to guard their thoughts (Denali?). Evie and Dominic, if he read their minds correctly. Evie would be hard to manipulate – her dislike of animals was clear in some of her memories. But Dominic… he…[Read more]

Nithel breathed in and out, trying to catch his breath. Trying to understand. Had he fallen in a pit? Unlikely. Voices. Stone ground.

He felt at his side to make sure his sword was still strapped to him. Someone was talking to him. Voice kind. He didn’t know if he believed in kindnes- But no, he did. Nithel pushed his chest up a bit, then his…[Read more]

Alessio had been so preoccupied with…well everything, he didn’t notice Jericho until her touch made him flinch. Why couldn’t he just stop flinching at everything…Her hand was warm, after everything it made him want to just let himself fall apart like there was nothing else to worry about. So tired of trying to suppress everything to keep functio…[Read more]