"Good morning, your highness. What horizons shall we pursue today? Perhaps visit boasting Sun to the East, or scold the stubborn Moon to the West?"
A dearest friend grinned as he greeted you into the morning, a return to the foul stench that coated the stone tower as opposed to the sweet dreamy syrup of a fantasy realm. Alphys crossed one hand over his heart, got down on one knee and gave a bow. It was three years since the two orphans had been locked in this forsaken place, three years since you or Alphys had glimpsed the light of day. A toothy smile met tired eyes as your loyal servant looked up from his bow, loyally awaiting your command. A little chuckle echoed through the dark tower. Alphys stood, the brunette making his way over to his little himesama, pulled the skinny blanket up to your shoulders.
"You're still half asleep, Your Highness? What am I to do with you..."
Your servant left a small kiss upon your forehead, holding you close, safe in the cradle of his grasp.
Alphys looked back to the a chosen corner of the circular cage.
"Are you cold, Your Highness? How unfitting, the coal seems to be out..."
He stood, gave another brisk bow.
"My sincerest apologies, Miss. I'll restart the fire this instant!"
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The desperate pleas of a dying fox, tugging and tearing against a hunter's trap as the spill of its blood taints the innocent snow.
A painful scream. A desperate wail, pleading, broken and crumbled and cracked, parallel to a gurgle. The needle was plunged in once again, the entire body giving a jittering shake, a rumbling tremble as the crying errupted once more. The half-elf fought against the binds that held him for quite a while, tears streaming like a summer storm as they dripped down grey eyes, squinting into the bright light.
"...Stop"
The little fox sunk it's head as its body sunk heavy against the empty ice, fiery eyes glazed over, now nothing more than a reflection of the little snowglobe around it. The little robin tucked its head under its wing as the night wind blew against the doorhandles of the barn, making a ghostly whistle.
CRASH
Zeus's wrath came bolting down from the skies in the form of fire, filling the room with a bright blue glow. Another scream escaped the lips of the unwilling subject.
"No more... Please, no more..."
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"Mhph--"
The thump of a body as it was thrown upon the hard tower floor, fall unbroken by the thin layers of old hey that sat in scrambled globs here and there. Wooden doors were slammed shut, any remaining light strung in streaks upon the room, filtering in from tiny cracks between the door and the wall. The small elf laid with his arms wrapped around his body, curled up silently on the warmth-void floor. You'd think he was dead, the little fox. Just an empty vessel for a soul that was no longer there, a shell. But then came the movement of cloth, the movement of the shadow's outline. Alphys pulled himself up, grey eyes meeting yours with nothing less than a smile.
"H-Hello, Your Highness. Were you troubled by my absence?"
The loyal servant patted a spot besides himself, waiting patiently for you to stumble over in the darkness. When you came at last, the boy pulled you into a welcoming embrace, a small chuckle that could have been a whimper, had you not known better.
"I do firmly apologize, Miss. The revolt has grown quite troublesome nowadays. But fear not, it shall be over by tomorrow. Everything shall be over by tomorrow."
The little prisoner placed another small kiss on your soft forehead, brushing the hair out of your eyes. He shot you a mischievous smirk before pulling the wooden flute out of his sleeve, releasing a firm and steady blow to sound's strings. Tomorrow. He always said tomorrow.
Around the two, little balls of blue light had begun to form, like fireflies. Alphys looked around, eyes shimmering. As if careful not wake someone, he whispered.
"The fairies are awake. They greet you with a smile, Your Highness."
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A Compilation of Fantasy Concepts
FantasyA high-pitched, pain-stricken scream. Like a hawk. That was the sound that echoed through the gloomy sky that evening. The furious clouds banged their drums and distributed fireworks in preparation of the godly tantrum to come, animals of the forest...
