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When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, various degrees of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spilling below the floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be a standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead-looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More importantly, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.

Isak has always been afraid to sleep. In the past, he's never known if he's going to wake in his own bed or somewhere strange that he's never been. He never knows how much time has passed. Months can pass in hours. The people around Isak believe it's all in his head, that what he claims isn't possible, that he just disappears. He insists he's pulled across time and the world as he dreams, but this time it's different. Unclear if he's in the past or a just a different world, he waits to go home, if he can figure out where home is. Charzaphir Simnaril is a warrior and weapon used by his brother to keep the local populace cowed. When he comes across Isak, he dismisses him as a spy and sends him to the dungeons thinking that he's done with him. However, when his brother forces him to handle a work detail, Charzaphir discovers Isak is part of it. Isak, who can't hold a sword and acts as though he can't understand the language. Isak, who has secrets that he's not sharing. Isak, the one he has an undeniable connection to whenever he's near. Can they find common ground before Isak falls asleep again and disappears forever? *** WARNINGS: The story contains mature themes and language not suitable for children. Some chapters include graphic depictions of torture and violence, language, depictions or discussions of physical abuse, off-screen sexual assault, suicidal ideation, forced medical treatment, and other themes that may be triggering for some people. Read at your own discretion. In Twain is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events and locales is entirely coincidental.

Lucas Sawyer has gotten used to being forgotten. His twin brother Mark, captain and star quarterback, everyone's favorite, gets the spotlight. Lucas doesn't drink, he doesn't smoke, he doesn't go to parties. His life is safe and logical, and that's exactly how he likes it. But when his brother's football rival and worst enemy, Damien Castillo, starts work at the same small bakery, everything changes. Damien is Lucas' worst nightmare: an arrogant heartbreaker with a bad reputation, who threatens to ruin all his careful plans. Lucas hates him. Right? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This story was inspired by @hipstateasee's "Knight", and I have her permission. All credit to her for the great premise!