Spirit Animals One-Shots

Soldier, Poet, King

  Hi hi hi listen to the song while reading this if you want idk. Basically the Trunswick kids. Devin is the soldier, Daphne is the poet despite it saying he in the song whoop, and Dawson is the closest to a king out of all of them so- And it says "David's boy" and Dawson's name means "son of David."  last one kinda doesn't fit him but whatever. good day. (note: this is unedited lmao)

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  There will come a soldier
Who carries a mighty sword
He will tear your city down, o lei o lai o lord
O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord
He will tear your city down, o lei o lai o lord

  Devin held the broken blade's hilt in his hand. It wasn't at use, but it felt good to hold. It felt good to know it was there, and it would work just the way he wanted it to whenever he needed it. He stared down at the angry mob of townsfolk. Their makeshift weapons by themselves could never protect them against the well trained guards, but they'd do better in groups. He trusted they'd make that decision.
  Devin's gaze drifted along them one last time, before he turned around and ran. His next mission had started.

  There will come a poet
Whose weapon is his word
He will slay you with his tongue, o lei o lai o lord
O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord
He will slay you with his tongue, o lei o lai o lord

  Daphne stared down at the desk, which was littered in papers and ink stains. Despite her mother's complaints, she spent most of her time in her room writing, focused on each piece. She knew one day, it would benefit her. She needed to do something. She wouldn't stay locked up in her mother's bird cage, she wouldn't let that old woman tell her what to speak and do.
  Daphne would make a change. She'd get her chance. She knew she would. She just had to wait for the right moment, and then she would make her move.

  There will come a ruler
Whose brow is laid in thorn
Smeared with oil like David's boy, o lei o lai o lord
O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord
Smeared with oil like David's boy, o lei o lai o lord
O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord
He will tear your city down, o lei o lai

  Dawson sat atop the stone wall surrounding Trunswick, watching the townsfolk slowly begin to awaken and scurry along the streets. He wasn't his father. They were important to him, as if they were all his best friends. The only way they'd get out of this rut is if they worked together.
  His once beautiful town, the one him and his siblings used to dash around in, was now quiet, the once sturdy buildings now falling weak.
  He didn't blame Devin for the riot. Well, maybe a little. But, he was angrier at his father. At the Conquerors. At Zerif.
  If he ever saw another loyal Conqueror, or perhaps even his old man ever again, he'd get his hands on them. The Trunswick family wrath had caught up with him.