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Fenn is next on the list of problems to solve 🫡
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Every so often, Mhalyn's mind reminded her that they were likely marching to their deaths. And every time, it also reminded her that she was not worried about it. Perhaps she should be a bit disturbed by how accepting she was of this risk. But she was glad for it. It kept her focused. There was no going back, only forward. And if they could manage to help Lys-Akkaria, that was always worth dying for. She was however privately sick of eating mushrooms all the time. Mhalyn would never sa
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Evil Yari AU fanfic coming up
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Worry not, his rescue from the claws of Daryan is imminent
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It's a good thing she's not an antagonist (anymore)
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Yarima was so intensely relieved that Neven was on their side now. Not only because it made it much easier going forward with deposing the queen with a powerful ally and a national hero, but also because Denir had been truly torn up about fighting Neven about this and not having him agree that their mother was evil. Yarima hadn't expected the Daybreaker to be the source of this realization, but she was certainly not mad about it. But now they had to devise a plan. Denir had gone off to
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It took him a while but better late than never
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Neven had told himself it would get easier. That he'd get used to it. It was increasingly apparent that he would never get used to it. Listening to Tyr-Naralyn scream in pain as he got tortured by the scientist, experimented on in much more horrific ways than Neven ever had been because she couldn't figure out how to get his power.... It was horrible. He couldn't pretend it didn't affect him anymore. At least not privately. It all made Neven flash back to when it was him in that c
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Hubris
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Fennrin arrived at the door to Daryan's office with both anxiety and pride. He had managed to kill at least half of the rebel group. Even with the other half fleeing, they had fled to Orinovo, which was clearly an act of utter desperation. So surely that could be considered utter defeat. With any luck Orinovo would devour them, ending the rebel threat for good. But he was not certain if Daryan would see it that way, which was why he was so anxious. Fennrin knocked on the door
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Mhalyn's legs ached with exhaustion, barely able to walk by the time they exited the seemingly endless forest. She was about ready to weep when the trees came apart enough to see the sunset, setting over an unfamiliar, hostile land. And yet somehow it was less hostile than her home. No matter how much Orinovo hated them, how much the queen would no doubt revel in capturing and executing them, or even her in particular, mistakenly thinking it would hurt Daryan, it was still safer than Lys-Ak
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👀 They certainly hope so
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We'll still find new lows, worry not
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This was a disaster even beyond what Mhalyn had assumed could happen. Them being blamed for what Daryan had done to the harvest had been expected, but to set up a curfew to make it nearly impossible for them to travel without being seen? She hadn't wanted to face the possibility of escaping into Orinovo. It was enemy territory after all, and it would be about as dangerous to be out there as it would be to stay in Lys-Akkaria. Or so she had thought before traveling the country became functio
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Fennrin wasn't certain why Daryan had summoned him back to Kyr-Toryl, he only hoped it wasn't to punish him again. Though he could feel something had changed, even from rushing down dark alleyways to get to the palace, staying as a shadow as much as he could. Something about the atmosphere in the city was different. He couldn't put his finger on it because the people seemed angry like before, but in a different way. Perhaps their ire was aimed elsewhere. But Fennrin didn't waste time t
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At least Petre can go see the Orinovan half of their family 🙃
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It was like the last thing he could do to get everyone on board and he sure has a convenient power to manage it
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Even though Mhalyn was certain no one out here would recognize her, especially not so early in the morning it was still dark, she was still on edge. She was a traitor now, an enemy to Daryan, the sole leader of Lys-Akkaria. Mhalyn sighed thinking about that. They'd gotten to a place she'd never thought possible. At this point, Lys-Akkaria was just as bad as Orinovo. They had an all-powerful dictator for a leader. She sighed, her eyes burning. It hurt to think about it, but she refused
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He's definitely hallucinating, but someone there is definitely helping him
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Since Fennrin and the soldiers found themselves in a village even closer to the capital than Tenremi next, Fennrin decided to go to Daryan to talk to him about the shadow wolf in person once they took a break from searching and interrogating people. After sundown, he quickly traveled all the way up to the palace, very excited to see Daryan despite knowing he was unlikely to get affection from the man. But maybe he would at the very least be pleased by Fennrin's newfound power. But when
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Yes, it's very fanfic-esque and I would do it again
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Ainreth gritted his teeth as the needle pierced his arm, wincing as the crazy woman he was at the mercy of pushed down the plunger, forcing whatever liquid had been in it into his veins, burning him inside. The pain was manageable so far, but he was certain it would get much worse. "What is that?" he growled. He dreaded what might happen to him, but he had to know. He had to know what kind of torture he was in for. "I am so happy you asked," the woman said, putting the syringe awa
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This can only end well
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Fennrin was so relieved the collar was no longer squeezing his throat or stabbing into him. It still hurt to move his head, but Daryan had given him something for the pain, so that was helpful. He couldn't fail. He couldn't afford to. He just needed to do anything he could to help Daryan win this war, and then everything would be good again. Fennrin pulled his coat tighter around himself. He knew no one could see the thorn collar around his neck under all of the layers of his clothes,
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Good point but she wouldn't know which one it is
