Azrael, Pre Colonial Philippines, 1039, Rest assured!
Azrael trudges and pushes the door, inhaling sharply before their body falls frantic on frail arms, "who- get off me Mil!"
"Aggressive much? I saved you from harming yourself." Milo scoffs, watching the younger push him off and continue to trudge to their second fall—on a block of hay. "So," what escapes the older's mouth as he holds his laughter, "how was last night? I figured you met up with someone dangerous a few moments ago."
The child groans, slipping a few inaudible words before whimpering: "you're right."
"Oh really?" Milo's voice swells, urgently walking to them with stiff arms, "what happened? Don't tell me you're kidding."
They roll over, swiping their fingers off their face, "they led me back in jail..."
They watch as the other holds his chest dumbfounded and smiles softly, "Oh, I thought it was something urgent!" He laughs, striding across the room with a wide smile.
"That's not funny." The last thing stated before Milo enters the kitchen and so does the homely air alongside him; shivers and tics react to the sudden flood of cacophony, Azrael lays on the block of hay with escalating distress.
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Time passes the child's eyes reflect a heavy light—meaning noon has surpassed. Their stomach grumbles, their hands shake subconsciously to cause their languid entrance to the dining area, snatching a basket of bread and finally receiving a taste of their brother's creation.
"Wow, what took you so long to get that?"
They supposedly rose their hand to wave though to pinch their nose instead, sighing to reply: "It's a habit. I don't enjoy eating on time."
Freya takes the container and joins their snack, "so, do you have any adventures in mind?" her inquiry reminds the child of another; indirectly answered one, " you and your brother never really do things-"
"Do you wanna go to the kingdom with us!?" They pull Milo in front of them, smiling with eyes of pleading.
"How did I get here."
The oldest rest her chin on her fist as she rolls her eyes, "hmm..." her eyes fall dismayed, "I'm sorry, I've got some things to do..." She hesitates once she looks back at her sibling, whose eyes twinkle frantically, "but I might join in activities after the adventure...! If you have any."
"Okay, good! We'll need you when they assign tasks to the contestants!" Azrael looks at their brother, plans racing in those eyes!
"Might as well- wait, what are you guys going to do?"
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"Guys?"
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Azrael, Pre Colonial Philippines, 1039, Assured...!
They hurry down the burg without further discussion, holding hands like toddlers on a playground prior.
"So..." Azrael smears their feet on the muck, letting the repulsive sensation stop their stroll, "what's the first thing we can do?"
The other glances at them, shaking his head and raising his arms to his shoulder level, clear his knowledge of fulfilling goals is slim.
Back to the younger, whose chin rests on their fist and crunching their face, "okay, we could start by getting followers!"
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Historical Fiction(don't be fooled by the cover the drawings in this are random doodles) Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo this is my first book im sensitive anyways, description: Azrael's family has always gone through bad things like tragedy and poverty and stuff l...
