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(This is for yesterday’s prompt)

*cracks knuckles* This made me think of one of my mental back-burner stories. I shall move the pan to the front burners for this prompt.
Also this is ROUgh because I don’t ‘know’ these characters too well yet 🥲

I rubbed the heel of my hand against my eyes, maybe if I pressed them shut long enough, sleep would come around.
But even the moon seemed bright and awake. I watched it from my window, the sandstone dug into my elbows where they rested on the sill.
Nor did the streets below know any slumber. I could hear the guards on their nightly patrol around the walkways. And, beyond the palace, in the cities and marketplaces, the people would be feasting to proffer their good wishes for our upcoming union with Uryai.
For my upcoming union with the Uryian prince. Saints, give me strength.
“It’s not that I don’t like him,” I pouted, to no one but the night air. Night air that was cool when compared to the day— most certainly stifling to all of those northern emissaries.
I straightened, sweeping back golden hair from my face. I had talked so much to—more like at— my sisters just hours before, Abishai would’ve boxed me out of her room had I not left myself. I was excited for this.
A clatter of pots erupted from the palace grounds far below, I jumped, stepping away from the sill.
“Syv.”
I spun on my heels. In the open doorway stood Tekkyn, his brow drawn and fingers clenched to fists at his sides. Not like his usual serene candor. Not like it at all.
“What is— how did you get in?”
I received no response. Instead, he briskly started across the room towards me. I stumbled backwards, the sill behind stopped me, the stone surface pressed sharply into my legs.
“Syvhani, there is no time,” he said, seizing my arms. His accent was heavier than usual; consonants sharp, ‘r’s heavy. His skin nearly as pale as the moonlight—milk-pale, save for the sunburn across his nose.
I raised a hand and tried to pry loose his grip on my bicep, “what is going on?!”
The yellow eyes were narrowed, his fingers only tightened further, “we must hurry. do you trust me?”
“Yes! But you’re scaring me, Tekkyn! Would you please—“
Almost as if to answer me, someone cried out, the sound pealed through the window. A cry of pain. The soft clink of royal armor no longer sounded.
Panic rose, tugging at my limbs with a vicious energy, shouting, ‘move!’ in my ears all the while.
Heart pounding, my head snapped from the window, back to Tekkyn’s face, then back again. This was all wrong.
It sounded small, like it too rose up from the distant street, but it was my own voice, “yes, I trust you.”
Was the sill digging harder into my legs? A breeze lifted the hairs on the back of my neck.
I swung a hand out behind me, my fingers met only air.
“You won’t be too frightened?”
Nothing made sense, his words did not make sense. “N-no. I won’t.”
In the moonlight, a hurried smile tugged at his mouth, “now, don’t lie to me, Syv. I may not be human, but I’m not daft either—“
What?
Not human?
Heavy, running footsteps rang out from the hall, a sputtering torch painting the walls in warning red.
Before I could think, before I could even scream, Tekkyn firmly grabbed me about my waist and flung us both out of the window.
 
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I think it's kind of embarrassing that I'm posting for my prompt, especially since I took it from one of my stories, but here it is :oops:

I write mostly Star Wars fanfiction (judging by my username, hehe) and this is one of those stories. I've been having a severe case of writers block with this particular one. It follows... well, I'll leave that up to you to find out!

PS: This is the first time I've touched it all summer, and it's pretty long... hope you enjoy!

I turned around. “What is it?”

He beckoned to me. The last of the students were filing out. It was obvious he wanted to talk about something.

I walked over to his desk just as Sessie walked out, and the class was completely empty except for me and Cody. “What do you want to talk to me about?”

He sighed. “Just… you know… well, how do I put it nicely? You were kind of… acting weird during class today. Are you all right?”

No. Maybe. I don’t know. “Sure, I’m fine.”

“Oh, okay. Just noticed something. Is… is there something you’re not telling me? Do you have PTSD?”

“No, it… it’s nothing.” I started feeling flustered and nervous.

Cody stood up, and pulled a chair from the corner to the front of his desk, motioning for me to sit down. “I know something’s off. I can listen well. Tell me.”

“No,” I said, still standing. “No, it doesn’t matter, and besides, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I get you,” he said, beeping on his datapad. “Still, it might help if you told someone about it. Y’know, I was the opposite—I couldn’t stop telling everyone about what I went through until Rex told me one day to just keep it a bit quieter.”

He had a point. He sounded like my psychologist, Emelyne Kiers. She had told me to tell everyone I knew about it, that talking about the situation would help me resolve it once and for all. “It might take a long time,” she had said. “But don’t stop tackling the problem until it goes away. I know it will. Just trust me on this one.”

“I can’t,” I remembered saying. “It’s gonna be too hard. No one’s going to believe me. They’re just… they’re gonna be like Master Chain and say I’m a miserable failure and that I deserved everything. And I don’t wanna blurt my sad story out to everyone.”

“It’s hard, I know,” she had replied. “But, after the first time, it’ll become easier and easier to tell. It’s like… swinging a nice, big rock on a rope. It’s hard to start swinging at first, but, with time, it’ll get easier and faster, and you’ll feel much better for it. It’s called momentum, right?”

I had only told my story twice. Once to my best friend, Vira; once, to the teeming crowds of the Naboo amphitheater, when I was running for queenship.

Perhaps one more time wouldn’t hurt. Perhaps Dr. Kiers was right, and it would rot and fester in me if I didn’t tell it to anyone, and just kept it locked up within me.

“I… I’ve got a question for you,” I stuttered, feeling more and more that this was a bad idea—telling a clone, of all things. I might as well have been talking to a rock. “Did… you ever… accidentally… kill someone? When-when you were… young, like a cadet, I mean.” It was a stupid question, to say the least.

Cody frowned. “No, I can’t say I have,” he replied. “How come?”

“Because… because I have.” My heart sank into my stomach. Why was I even blurting this out? What if someone just came into the room as I was talking? Cody just looked on, put his datapad down. It looked like he was bracing himself for something.

I took a deep breath. “My… my childhood wasn’t a childhood like other people would think. For most of it, up until I was seven, I was a slave in the Chain Antherium Mining Corporation. I’m sure you know of it; there have been several court cases over it, and it’s… it’s very infamous now that its M.O has been revealed. They have no problem torturing people, even crucifying them, if you will; I guess that’s what you can call it. I-I saw it when I was five. He was strapped to a tunnel wall until he died. My adoptive family worked by him for that day, and the next day… he was dead.”

I swallowed. I felt lightheaded and cold, cold as the mines of Charys. Continue, I ordered myself. Get it out, get it out...

“When… when I was seven years old, my mother Aziya—my adoptive mother—died in a tunnel collapse—I still think of her as my mother—we decided that enough was enough.” That was actually the Mistress who had said that, because she and Aziya had been good friends. But he didn’t need to know. “She was the matriarch of my level—Level Four—and we missed her dearly.

“Over the next two weeks, we decided to form a revolt. Everyone in the mine did it. It turned out to be a big mistake.

“The recorded death toll was 3,564. My sister, Muran, died almost instantly.”

I still remembered her, when she fell—clutching me, wanting to say something, but she never did. The visions crowded thick and fast. Korlinel, Master Chain... My voice was shaky, tears were in my eyes, but I didn’t care. I had to finish.

"And my other sister, Korlinel? She challenged Master Chain... and paid for it with her life.
"She was chained to a post, and whipped to death."

This was worse than my psychology session with Doctor Kiers. I felt like I was reliving it again. There she was, lying next to Muran, holding my hand with her own bloodied one. When she gave me that holorecorder. Her words, "Aver el'tera ya kiri." Open the door to freedom.

"She had given me instructions to reload the stocks of food for Level Four. I didn’t know how I could do that; the Citadel (as we called it) being an impenetrable fortress. But I did. It went smoothly at first, but when I was coming out of the storeroom, holding a blaster that I had taken from the guarding droids, he came. No, not Chain. Someone else.

"We were both pointing blasters at each other. He told me to back down."

The lights buzzed ominously overhead. Someone was humming quite loudly in the corridor outside, and one of the doors swished open and shut.

“Should I have? Either of us would’ve died, either way. I kept my finger on the trigger, though. I was really scared.

“And then… I lost control. My finger was still on the trigger, but a hole was in his chest. He was fallen.

“I killed him.”

I paused for a moment. "I'll never forget his name. He was called Leo."

Cody was silent. Finally he said, “Wow.” That’s all he could say, probably.

Please tell me if you like it. I've been rather discouraged with it lately.
 
RDchicken99 said:
(This is for yesterday’s prompt)

*cracks knuckles* This made me think of one of my mental back-burner stories. I shall move the pan to the front burners for this prompt.
Also this is ROUgh because I don’t ‘know’ these characters too well yet 🥲

I rubbed the heel of my hand against my eyes, maybe if I pressed them shut long enough, sleep would come around.
But even the moon seemed bright and awake. I watched it from my window, the sandstone dug into my elbows where they rested on the sill.
Nor did the streets below know any slumber. I could hear the guards on their nightly patrol around the walkways. And, beyond the palace, in the cities and marketplaces, the people would be feasting to proffer their good wishes for our upcoming union with Uryai.
For my upcoming union with the Uryian prince. Saints, give me strength.
“It’s not that I don’t like him,” I pouted, to no one but the night air. Night air that was cool when compared to the day— most certainly stifling to all of those northern emissaries.
I straightened, sweeping back golden hair from my face. I had talked so much to—more like at— my sisters just hours before, Abishai would’ve boxed me out of her room had I not left myself. I was excited for this.
A clatter of pots erupted from the palace grounds far below, I jumped, stepping away from the sill.
“Syv.”
I spun on my heels. In the open doorway stood Tekkyn, his brow drawn and fingers clenched to fists at his sides. Not like his usual serene candor. Not like it at all.
“What is— how did you get in?”
I received no response. Instead, he briskly started across the room towards me. I stumbled backwards, the sill behind stopped me, the stone surface pressed sharply into my legs.
“Syvhani, there is no time,” he said, seizing my arms. His accent was heavier than usual; consonants sharp, ‘r’s heavy. His skin nearly as pale as the moonlight—milk-pale, save for the sunburn across his nose.
I raised a hand and tried to pry loose his grip on my bicep, “what is going on?!”
The yellow eyes were narrowed, his fingers only tightened further, “we must hurry. do you trust me?”
“Yes! But you’re scaring me, Tekkyn! Would you please—“
Almost as if to answer me, someone cried out, the sound pealed through the window. A cry of pain. The soft clink of royal armor no longer sounded.
Panic rose, tugging at my limbs with a vicious energy, shouting, ‘move!’ in my ears all the while.
Heart pounding, my head snapped from the window, back to Tekkyn’s face, then back again. This was all wrong.
It sounded small, like it too rose up from the distant street, but it was my own voice, “yes, I trust you.”
Was the sill digging harder into my legs? A breeze lifted the hairs on the back of my neck.
I swung a hand out behind me, my fingers met only air.
“You won’t be too frightened?”
Nothing made sense, his words did not make sense. “N-no. I won’t.”
In the moonlight, a hurried smile tugged at his mouth, “now, don’t lie to me, Syv. I may not be human, but I’m not daft either—“
What?
Not human?
Heavy, running footsteps rang out from the hall, a sputtering torch painting the walls in warning red.
Before I could think, before I could even scream, Tekkyn firmly grabbed me about my waist and flung us both out of the window.
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Yes, we finally get to see Tekkyn in a story!
 
CT-7567 said:
I think it's kind of embarrassing that I'm posting for my prompt, especially since I took it from one of my stories, but here it is :oops:

I write mostly Star Wars fanfiction (judging by my username, hehe) and this is one of those stories. I've been having a severe case of writers block with this particular one. It follows... well, I'll leave that up to you to find out!

PS: This is the first time I've touched it all summer, and it's pretty long... hope you enjoy!

I turned around. “What is it?”

He beckoned to me. The last of the students were filing out. It was obvious he wanted to talk about something.

I walked over to his desk just as Sessie walked out, and the class was completely empty except for me and Cody. “What do you want to talk to me about?”

He sighed. “Just… you know… well, how do I put it nicely? You were kind of… acting weird during class today. Are you all right?”

No. Maybe. I don’t know. “Sure, I’m fine.”

“Oh, okay. Just noticed something. Is… is there something you’re not telling me? Do you have PTSD?”

“No, it… it’s nothing.” I started feeling flustered and nervous.

Cody stood up, and pulled a chair from the corner to the front of his desk, motioning for me to sit down. “I know something’s off. I can listen well. Tell me.”

“No,” I said, still standing. “No, it doesn’t matter, and besides, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I get you,” he said, beeping on his datapad. “Still, it might help if you told someone about it. Y’know, I was the opposite—I couldn’t stop telling everyone about what I went through until Rex told me one day to just keep it a bit quieter.”

He had a point. He sounded like my psychologist, Emelyne Kiers. She had told me to tell everyone I knew about it, that talking about the situation would help me resolve it once and for all. “It might take a long time,” she had said. “But don’t stop tackling the problem until it goes away. I know it will. Just trust me on this one.”

“I can’t,” I remembered saying. “It’s gonna be too hard. No one’s going to believe me. They’re just… they’re gonna be like Master Chain and say I’m a miserable failure and that I deserved everything. And I don’t wanna blurt my sad story out to everyone.”

“It’s hard, I know,” she had replied. “But, after the first time, it’ll become easier and easier to tell. It’s like… swinging a nice, big rock on a rope. It’s hard to start swinging at first, but, with time, it’ll get easier and faster, and you’ll feel much better for it. It’s called momentum, right?”

I had only told my story twice. Once to my best friend, Vira; once, to the teeming crowds of the Naboo amphitheater, when I was running for queenship.

Perhaps one more time wouldn’t hurt. Perhaps Dr. Kiers was right, and it would rot and fester in me if I didn’t tell it to anyone, and just kept it locked up within me.

“I… I’ve got a question for you,” I stuttered, feeling more and more that this was a bad idea—telling a clone, of all things. I might as well have been talking to a rock. “Did… you ever… accidentally… kill someone? When-when you were… young, like a cadet, I mean.” It was a stupid question, to say the least.

Cody frowned. “No, I can’t say I have,” he replied. “How come?”

“Because… because I have.” My heart sank into my stomach. Why was I even blurting this out? What if someone just came into the room as I was talking? Cody just looked on, put his datapad down. It looked like he was bracing himself for something.

I took a deep breath. “My… my childhood wasn’t a childhood like other people would think. For most of it, up until I was seven, I was a slave in the Chain Antherium Mining Corporation. I’m sure you know of it; there have been several court cases over it, and it’s… it’s very infamous now that its M.O has been revealed. They have no problem torturing people, even crucifying them, if you will; I guess that’s what you can call it. I-I saw it when I was five. He was strapped to a tunnel wall until he died. My adoptive family worked by him for that day, and the next day… he was dead.”

I swallowed. I felt lightheaded and cold, cold as the mines of Charys. Continue, I ordered myself. Get it out, get it out...

“When… when I was seven years old, my mother Aziya—my adoptive mother—died in a tunnel collapse—I still think of her as my mother—we decided that enough was enough.” That was actually the Mistress who had said that, because she and Aziya had been good friends. But he didn’t need to know. “She was the matriarch of my level—Level Four—and we missed her dearly.

“Over the next two weeks, we decided to form a revolt. Everyone in the mine did it. It turned out to be a big mistake.

“The recorded death toll was 3,564. My sister, Muran, died almost instantly.”

I still remembered her, when she fell—clutching me, wanting to say something, but she never did. The visions crowded thick and fast. Korlinel, Master Chain... My voice was shaky, tears were in my eyes, but I didn’t care. I had to finish.

"And my other sister, Korlinel? She challenged Master Chain... and paid for it with her life.
"She was chained to a post, and whipped to death."

This was worse than my psychology session with Doctor Kiers. I felt like I was reliving it again. There she was, lying next to Muran, holding my hand with her own bloodied one. When she gave me that holorecorder. Her words, "Aver el'tera ya kiri." Open the door to freedom.

"She had given me instructions to reload the stocks of food for Level Four. I didn’t know how I could do that; the Citadel (as we called it) being an impenetrable fortress. But I did. It went smoothly at first, but when I was coming out of the storeroom, holding a blaster that I had taken from the guarding droids, he came. No, not Chain. Someone else.

"We were both pointing blasters at each other. He told me to back down."

The lights buzzed ominously overhead. Someone was humming quite loudly in the corridor outside, and one of the doors swished open and shut.

“Should I have? Either of us would’ve died, either way. I kept my finger on the trigger, though. I was really scared.

“And then… I lost control. My finger was still on the trigger, but a hole was in his chest. He was fallen.

“I killed him.”

I paused for a moment. "I'll never forget his name. He was called Leo."

Cody was silent. Finally he said, “Wow.” That’s all he could say, probably.

Please tell me if you like it. I've been rather discouraged with it lately.
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I think this is very well done! You quickly feel sympathetic for the main character.
 
Isabella6Storm4 said:
I might have to use Arne again. Ive been writing his backstory story lately and my brain is very one track when it comes to writing 🫠
Too bad, he’s my favorite anyways.
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I stumbled across your thread with that story when I was a lurker. I thought it was really well done! You actually inspired me, and I am super grateful for that!
I also love Arne's character :)
 

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