Nations knew that the famous "Traveller" was the only person who could wield all elements; that was a lie.
When you and Aether accidentally find that wield this power yourself, a certain person has an eye on you.
He would do anything to get his ha...
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Tap, tap,
You wake up the next morning feeling someone tapping on your forehead. At first, you growled in annoyance and tried to shoo them away with your free hand but it didn't stop whoever it was.
Scaramouche's arms were still wrapped around you so you knew it wasn't him that disturbed your sleep.
At last, you opened your eyes and looked up to see....a child? How did they get in?
"Excuse me, have you seen.....a coconut goat?"
The strange child asked in a low and quiet tone, kneeling on one knee as if she was inspecting you.
Using a free hand you rub your eyes in confusion before taking a glance at the child. The girl wore purple clothing as we had a purple hat with a sheet hanging off the tip.
You blinked for a few seconds before retracting back to the question asked. Coconut goat? Why would there even be a goat here?
"Sorry, but I haven't."
You responded sleepily.
Were you dreaming? Why was there a child in front of you and why did she look so...sad.
"Oh, I see. I'm sorry for bothering you."
The small girl answered before slowly rising and leaving the tent. You were confused as ever before suddenly realizing that wasn't a dream.
"Wait!"
You called out quickly before trying to get out of the sheets but Scaramouche didn't budge, he was holding you tight like a bear.
"W-why...are you up so early?"
He muffled his words before pressing his head on your back.
"There was a child that came in just then."
"Stop imagining things and go back to sleep."
"No there was a child that came in and just left,"
"I wanna keep sleeping,"
You hesitantly laid back down, wide awake now from the strange event that just occurred. You lay there, still embraced in his arms.
Five minutes passed? Ten minutes? Ten minutes quickly turned into twenty minutes. Feeling a bit warm from his body heat, you turned yourself slowly to face Scaramouche.
You didn't know how to wake up a person. You had never slept with anyone therefore waking someone up was not your speciality.
You poked his cheeks, not wanting to start the day by putting Scaramouche in a bad mood. He grunted, tilting his head onto yours. He opened his eyes slowly to see you right in front of him.
