They watched, laughing as Reala and NiGHTS fought. It was always the highlight of their days when the twins went at it, brawling and arguing. It was even more hilarious when one knocked the over out. In this case Reala had won. He wasn't one to gloat though. Unlike NiGHTS when he got his small victories.
Before Reala could notice them laughing their asses off, the two ran off, deep into the trees. They'd been caught several times before and every time, it had been painful.
You turned to Reala, glaring coldly at him. His face betrayed no emotion though, leaving you startled and confused.
"I'm terribly sorry you had to witness that," he apologized, much to your surprise. "We're brothers, you see. Always fighting."
You nodded slowly, still worried about NiGHTS.
"I'm Reala. What is your name?"
Without thinking, you responded. "Y/N. My name is Y/N."
"Such a beautiful name," Reala replied.
The blush you thought was gone returned to your face. Never had you been told your name was beautiful. Especially not by some mysterious creature.
"Your face has gone red. Are you alright?"
You laughed a little at his sudden concern. Only moments ago, he had been insulting you and now he had changed.
"Yes, I'm fine," you mumbled, wishing you didn't get so embarrassed easily. He nodded, turning towards NiGHTS' unconscious form.
"Master Wizeman will be most displeased at NiGHTS' actions. I must bid you farewell, Y/N."
You waved as he picked up NiGHTS and then disappeared. What was wrong with you? Already, you had met the two creatures and were blushing like you had met the cutest guy in the world. Needless to say, both the creatures were rather cute. Although you'd never admit it out loud.
You heard footsteps behind you and turned immediately, seeing an almost exact look-a-like of NiGHTS. This one wore silver and a teal-blue colour, gold accents adding a magical quality to the outfit. His eyes were startling, golden orbs in the midst of a deep ocean. He smiled.
"Well, what have we here?"
You laughed at the accent. You couldn't help yourself. He was so British, he sounded like a grand duke. As you laughed, you saw a frown cross onto his face.
"What? What's so funny?!" he demanded.
You couldn't reply, his accent making it too hard to focus on anything else. Never had you heard someone who sounded nearly as British as what he was. It was all very overwhelming.
"I believe she's laughing at your accent," someone else laughed.
Stepping towards them was a floating pair of eyes and a mouth. You screamed in surprise, falling backwards and hitting the ground. Hard. The one with the British accent turned to the newcomer, glaring at him.
"Jackle, why aren't you wearing any clothes?!"
"I never wear clothes, idiot," he replied.
"Yes, you do! You wear your gloves and boots and Mantle!"
"I'm more comfy this way, Selph."
"Put some clothes on!" The one called Selph shrieked.
"Oh, pffft. It's not like anyone can see me."
"IT'S NOT ABOUT THAT! IT IS THE MATTER THAT YOU ARE NAKED! AND THAT'S JUST WRONG!"
Selph shrieking in his silly accent made it so much more hilarious. You lay there, laughing like you'd gone mental, barely breathing from the hysteria.
"I think you broke her," Jackle smirked.
"PUT CLOTHES ON!"
"And who's going to make me~?"
Selph screamed in frustration, stomping away. Jackle snorted, summoning his clothes and pulling them on, tightening the cloak until it was perfect. He turned to you, the grin ever present on his face.
"What's your name? I'm Jackle. Jackle the Mantle. Or the Mad Mantle. Or the old loony pot who lives in soft Museum."
It took you a few minutes to settle down but eventually you did, telling Jackle your name for what felt like the thousandth time that day.
"You know something?" he asked, not waiting for your response. "I have met many Visitors but none as pretty as you."
He didn't say it in a flirty way, not even perverted. He was just a guy, being nice. That didn't matter though. You still blushed, swearing at yourself to stop it.
"But I suppose everyone tells you that."
You shook your head.
"They should. They really should."
"Thank you, I guess..." You replied.
"So what are you doing here?"
"I don't bloody know."
His eyes narrowed. "You don't have any Ideya. Oh right! So that's why a random Ideya appeared in front of me! Cause another Visitor has arrived! And that's you!"
"Apparently so..."
"I have an offer for you," he smirked.
"What is it?"
"I'll give you back the Ideya for one kiss~."
You glared. "Dude, no! Just, no!"
He pouted. "I think it's fair."
"I'm not going to kiss you!"
"Just one kiss~."
"No! And here I thought you may be decent!"
He started laughing. "Me? Decent? I'm the Mad Mantle, sweetie. There is nothing decent about me! Just a broken, shattered 'Maren, waiting to be released from his trouble."
She immediately regretted your choice of words, feeling awful. You, of all people, should have known not to judge a book and yet, you had.
"I'm sorry..." you whispered, before running off.
