Free-Realm One shots

Rowan please stop cutting off your left arm.

(Author's Note: I'm just using Google translate any and all other languages that isn't English and idk if there is a more accurate translator so yeah... Feel free to correct me when the words or phrases of a different language isn't correct please! Also in Free-Realm french is called Fairiense/Language of the fairies. Please remember this is a fantasy world so it's different and remember that in fantasy worlds English is call Common Language so I'm just doing my take like this ok? Plus Beaumont is an Old French name so I just thought it would fit.)

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Rowan's left hand hurt, but he ignored it; it always hurt. You see, he never understood why his scars from half his forearm and downward never heal and always hurt no matter what he does. They guessed that it was the drawback of the nectar of a Chaos flower coming into contact with him, someone with an Order magic soul. But that never made it better. He and his sœur were the first in experience it after all.

 Today though, it hurt so much he felt like he wanted to just chop of his arm; they've done it before and sometimes he hates his limb and wound regeneration abilities. NO MATTER WHAT HE CAN'T REMOVE HIS ARM. 

His sister, oh his dearest sœur aînée . He is in pain everyday but pretends he's not, there are days were it just the worst, days where he just wants to remove this left arm of his. he just can't imagine what being tortured for literal DAYS that way is like. Having the Chaos flower's nectar be poured onto her lovely face and being forced to drink it? Unimaginable; well for him at least. His sister is so strong to be able to survive that but yet he prefers that incident never even happened. 

When they hear the pained cries of their kind sister when she forgets to put up silencing spells around her room again, it brings out a feeling one could only describe as protectiveness, care, anger, hatred, worry, restlessness.

 He wishes he's able to help her in some way other than comforting words, medicine that doesn't do much but at least dims the pain in the slightest(But sometimes her pain is just the worst and he really can't tell if it helps at all), and... Why do they feel a weird wetness on their arm? Nevermind just continue your thought process, and... ÇA FAIT PLUS MAL MAINTENANT, PLEASE! STARS ABOVE! AIES PITIÉ!!!

Oh, the pain doesn't hurt as much anymore, though, he hears dripping now; it doesn't hurt anymore. Aie... Oh, while he was caught up in his thoughts he cut off their arm with their scythe. When did they even summon it? Why did he cut off his arm in the first place? Oh yeah, the pain got worse today. Well that isn't anything new, they got up from their kneeling position on the floor just and few strides from their bed and calmly walked towards the bathroom and got out the first aid kit. He'll visit the Medical Help building later.