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WIP Wednesday!

(A little late but still!) This time @fangbangerghoul tagged me and I have to tell you that I'm working on a second ending for the Dragon's Dogma fic. The problem is that I lost a big part, because at some point Microsoftword.exe didn't save it. So I got a little depressed about it (I realized this yesterday), so I will share the beginning of it.

Don't believe people who say: "There's nothing new under the sun".

That's not true.

The most unexpected things can happen.

And that's quite a lot when you consider that I'm just a pawn.

As you probably already know (or suspect), the age of a pawn is difficult to determine. I don't know exactly how many human years, how many Springs I've seen go by, but I can say that I've worked with more Arisen than I can really remember or count.

Still, my memory can only recall two of them: the one who gave me life, and the one who made me feel emotions. Their will, and determination were astonishing. The one that gave me life, my own Arisen appeared to be a decent, reasonable person with an unbreakable will, but he gifted me the most bitter feeling: Disappointment.

Some might say: He was the one who made me a being with feelings, and maybe that's the truth, but, in my opinion, she had something special.

Something strange and inexplicable.

"I like to think that we are like moths drawn to the light; this warm, powerful aura that the Arisen have…"

Today, Hal's words carry a different weight, they're like an echo in my mind, haunting me.

Many Awakenings have come and gone… Different Arisen… Different motivations and wills.

But somehow… I feel guilty

Regardless how much experience I once bragged about…

I never expected anything like this.

We had been together for a long time, I'd say months.

Lina was the one chosen by the Dragon in this dimension as the Arisen, the one who would finish him and free the world from the disaster dressed in Crimson. Hal was always by her side. A skinny, eye-glassed, book-loving pawn, brilliant and creative. At first I despised his lack of courage and his shyness.

Now, in retrospect… I can't ignore his true qualities.

His mental agility and his almost unnatural effort to understand life and people; Sensitive, always looking out for her happiness and that of those with whom he lived, including me and Meryl.

How stupid I was.

Surely, as he mentioned on more than few occasions, my "muscular brain" made me indifferent to what some people call the "intelligence of the heart".

If only I had noticed this earlier… I might have noticed that there was something strange going on from the very beginning…

It's no news that Arisens could bring joy to people.

And envy too.

For some strange reason, the negativity becomes endearingly attractive to minds in despair and uncertainty of the approaching end (perhaps this is something triggered by the Dragon's presence).

That day, a stranger approached the Arisen and begged for help. He pulled out a weird piece of paper that claimed to be a letter from a well-known person.

They were barely readable, asking for help to get home, from Bloodwater Beach to Grand Soren.

A long and complicated journey.

To be honest, I have to make yourself clear that it's not uncommon to receive requests for escort, especially on the road, but…

What the hell was that person doing out there in the first place?

Bloodwater Beach is one of Gransys' most remote and inhospitable places…

Why should we help that person?

These questions weren't asked back then.

And maybe that's why I'm here now...

Crying with "the bad ending"

Snippet:

"I admit that there was always something attractive about Hal's emotional intelligence.

It may have even been attractive to me as well.

But, you know what?

Sometimes it is enough to see your loved ones happy. It was enough for me to see him every day.

It was enough to see him blush like the lovesick boy he was.

And it was enough to see her happy.

To share with us all that she was and all that she had."

I Know is a little bit late for the SundaySnippet, but I really want to talk about the things I'm doing. I was tagged by @fangbangerghoul and I really want to say that I love to see your work and when you tag me! As always, if you want to tag me in something, please feel free to do it!♥

In regards of writing matters; I'm making a full investigation about word politics and tensions in 2017, for the next TEC chapter. I discarded my old draft (from February 2023) but keeping some ideas I need for the plot, so making this chapter will take me more time than I thought. For Sapphire Hearted, I need to end the Idea, but I have a draft already ♥. Can spoiler that a friend's oc will be mentioned, but I have to send the draft first, to know if this person agrees. if isn't, I will change the character's name.

And for The Bad Ending, I want to share a new Snippet:

" It was when I lifted my gaze and could dazzle at Hal's reddened face, battling his demons. And now that I have seen that scene in my mind over and over again, I understand more things that I did not perceive at that moment.

- Arisen…

His weak, trembling, and pathetic voice.

How wrong I was…

- You were too slow, Hal.

- Damn it.

I saw him clench his hands; a smirk on my face was my response.

- You have no salvation. When will the day come when you tell her the truth?

His sepulchral silence outside, his mental struggle, noisy like a waterfall.

- I can't believe it. She had literally offered herself to me…

I opened my eyes, incredulous.

And Meryl's one too.

After so long, he openly accepted it.

- It was about time, Hal. How long will you wait? - I incited.

- And what the hell do you expect me to do, Snake? -he growled- I'm a pawn! Do you intend to be the one to explain to me what the hell I'm feeling? Because if so, here I am!

I stood up, lunging in anger against him, letting him see how big and imposing I was against his delicate nature.

- You have no salvation, Hal. I suggest you take the opportunity when you can. Because the next time she asks, I'll say yes, my friend…

It was necessary. It was imperative to press and distress him to act, but it does not free me from the guilt of not doing it sooner. Things would have been so different…

- Don't you dare… Snake… She doesn't belong to you.

A crude and hard laugh, belittling his character, seeking to distress him.

- Then do something, damn it! Tie up those pants you wear and do something!

- You have never understood anything with your muscle head! How her presence is so pleasant and intoxicating to my being! How my heart and mind wander in the uncertainty of desire and duty!

- Prove it. Leave me speechless and show me how wrong I am, Hal. Do you think it's mere coincidence that she has three sentient and willing pawns? Have you never questioned it? Or is that as far as the intelligence you claim to have goes?

Now I see your face, Arisen. Have you understood the reason for my monologue? In that split second, I had the answer, without giving the weight it deserved.

Neither Hal, nor Meryl, nor myself. We were not normal. Willpower, empathy, and audacity were a common denominator.

He gritted his teeth, showing the fire in his eyes.

- How you enjoy this, don't you? Leaving me in shame…

- Come on, Hal. You are so damn shy. The tent is on the other side… Or do you want me to play the role of the one who regrets it and take the place that you say it belongs to you?

- Over my dead body… Snake. Just watch me.

At that moment, the embers burned as much as now, Arisen. His legs were rigid trunks that raised a trail of dust in their wake. Meryl and I exchanged looks, sharing a conspiratorial smile. Her red hair shone with the yellow light from the campfire.

- Do you really think he'll make it?

- I don't know, Meryl. But one thing is certain: the night won't be boring…

And it was obviously the truth: an open field, a delicate fabric tent. Even the slightest sound would be heard by us.

- Do you want to bet? - she asked.

- Only if you want to lose, Meryl.

We bet 10,000 crystalsrift. The interest in knowing how this would resolve demanded that we keep our lips sealed…

Hal's long fingers moved the improvised fabric door: she was on the ground, with her back to the entrance.

I have good memories of our camping trips.

She liked to sleep with all of us together, just as you can see puppies huddled together in search of warmth.

It had something that was endearing and charming. The one who was always most attached to her was Hal, of course.

With the night movement, more than once, Meryl or I ended up snuggled next to her. And it was not a matter of importance, it was so natural for all of us that no one questioned anything.

So I presume that he must have lain down behind her, snuggling close."