Wheeee! Hello guys! Why am I so excited? Well, I'm taking on a challenge, my style.
What challenge?
Why, an 100 themes challenge, of course! Yes, I'm gonna be writing 100 different drabbles that have something to do with Brynnso.
What are the themes?
Seeing as there are 100 of them and that would take up a lot of space, I shallth direct you to my profile page where I have them all listed with which ones are completed!
Where'd you find this list?
I found it on dA, just google search 100 theme writer's challenge and it should be the first result.
And without further ado, I present *drumroll* The first five drabbles!
Enjoy!
1. Introduction
Brynn closed the front door with a soft thud, sighing in pleasure. Today had been another wonderful day, as they seemed to be when she spent time with him. She would never admit it, but his smile never failed to make her smile as well. She shook off her boots at the front door of the house in Faerieland Fyora had given her when she became captain of the guard. It was small, sure, but Brynn thought the castle was uncomfortably large for her tastes, so she preferred this small house nestled on the castle grounds.
As she walked into the living room of her house, she noticed a big brown book sitting on her coffee table. Bewildered, she stepped over to it and opened the front cover. It opened with a satisfying crackle of the new binding and she squinted at the letters on the front page to see what they said. The first thing she noticed was that the handwriting on the front page was oddly familiar-scrawled across the page as if the writer had been in a hurry. It read:
Dear Brynn,
If you're reading this, you're just getting home from hanging out today with me again. Knowing you and your attention for details, I figured you found this not too long after you came home.
You may be wondering why I left this here. Well, actually, knowing you, you probably already know, since you were the one who reminded me of what today is. Today is the 12th year of me knowing you, a date even a scoundrel like me appreciates.
Ha, I know you better than you think I do.
Want me to prove it? Well then, do another thing I know you love to do, read.
Now, one hundred memories, that, knowing you, you still remember.
Hanso
PS: I just realized how sentimental I sounded. And then I just realized that "sentimental" is a word that is too long for a thief's vocabulary. Darn you, Brynn, I've been spending too much time around you and your vast knowledge of the Neopian language.
PPS: I just realized that I forgot to say what I wanted to say in the PS. This book is a hundred…wait…no I just counted, ninety-nine memories of me and you, which is oddly sentimental for me (see PS). So read on and enjoy. Wait a sec, I just said the same thing in this PPS that I said in the letter. Now I'm confused. Oh dung, just read on, okay?
2. Complicated
"Brynn, where are you going?"
Brynn turned around, and seeing her partner Elizabeth's peeved face, she tried to smile reassuringly.
"Oh, just, you know, patrolling."
Elizabeth squinted her eyes. "Yeah right. We're supposed to be guarding together, remember?"
"Right, but I thought we could divide and conquer." Brynn suggested hopefully.
"You're not going off to see that friend of yours, are you?" Elizabeth spat out the word "friend" like it was a rotten starberry.
"No, no, no, I'm going off to guard the book stands, is all." Brynn said.
"I don't believe you. Who is this friend you keep talking about going to see?" Elizabeth said, then she added, "I know you're going off to see her."
At this Brynn put her paw over her mouth to stop from laughing out loud. Her?
"What's so funny?"
"N-nothing" Brynn said between giggles.
"Who is this friend?" Elizabeth asked, angrier now.
"Just…someone you probably wouldn't like."
"Who? Who?" Elizabeth demanded.
"Well, first, she-" she had to take a breath to keep from laughing, "Is a he."
"What? Do you mean that this friend is…" Elizabeth trailed off, then continued, "More than a friend?"
"What? No way!" Brynn cried.
"Then how come you're friends with a boy? They're sticky and smelly and rude and gross!"
"It's…it's complicated."
3. Making History
Every so often, Brynn and Hanso enjoyed taking walks together through the crowded streets of Brightvale. Although these walks usually ended in shouting matches or bruises (For Hanso, he would never think of hurting Brynn), sometimes, like that day after the fall of Faerieland, when Hanso and Brynn went on a quiet walk.
They had returned to Brightvale for a short visit home before they began their quests for Fyora. While this particular walk had not been officially declared a quiet walk, both Hanso and Brynn had a lot on their minds, things that were more important than arguing or having staring contests or anything of the sort.
After all, when you've just made history, saving Neopia, there's a lot you have to take in. Brynn and Hanso were content to do just that for the rest of their walk.
But things weren't destined to turn out that way.
"Oh my Fyora! It's Hanso and Brynn!" Someone shouted.
Suddenly, the space around the two pets was crowded with Brightvaleans. They shouted out questions and compliments and flattery, their words lost in a crowd of other voices, of other words wanting to be heard.
Finally, Hanso, annoyed, shouted, "Hey, you pets! Shut up!"
The crowd fell silent. There was a long, awkward silence filled with Brynn glaring pointedly at Hanso's head, her eyes shouting "What did you do that for, idiot?"
Suddenly, someone yelled. "He's made history! The first hero to be genuinely rude to a crowd of adoring fans in Brightvale!"
The crowd began shouting and cheering again.
Their words covered up the sound of Hanso and Brynn's exasperated groan.
4. Rivalry
It was not an odd sight around Brightvale to see guards chasing after thieves. In fact, most of the pets of Brightvale would say that it was an odd sight not to see a guard chasing after a thief. It was a fairly run-of-the-mill thing for everyone, even the guards.
But to Hanso, being chased was even less of a deal when it was Brynn who was persuing him. After all, he was always caught by her, no matter what. No matter how fast Hanso ran, Brynn would always catch up to him. It made him frustrated at first, but after being caught thousands of times by the orange kougra, things began to get dull, fast.
In fact, Brynn chasing Hanso and catching him became so common, that even the locals knew of their rivalry. The two were always the subject of gossip, how their fierce rivalry came to be, how Hanso couldn't be caught by anyone besides Brynn, how Brynn couldn't outrun any other thief besides Hanso. Suddenly, the pets of Brightvale realized that perhaps the rivalry of the two young pets was less than a rivalry.
They realized it was destiny.
5. Unbreakable
Hanso hated thugs.
He believed there was a fine line between thugs and thieves, a line Hanso never wanted to cross. Thugs were mean because they wanted to be, thieves were mean because they had to be.
Yet, even Hanso had to admit that the thugs of Brightvale were very hard to beat. He had to admit that he admired their strength and- in some respect- courage, although it wasn't the courage that Hanso wanted to have.
However, he would never admit to anyone of how he held his breath every time he heard a rumor that the Thugs of Brightvale had had a run-in with one of the guards. He was always afraid that his best friend would be caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was afraid she would have to fight the thugs to save some citizen who would probably never thank her.
It was why he was running like a maniac towards the guard HQ one crisp autumn morning. The word on the street was that the Thugs had had another encounter with a guard, and this time he had a sinking suspicion he knew which one. He stopped and began to slow at the front door of the HQ, and then he began exaggeratedly counting a large amount of neopoints he had swiped earlier that morning.
The guards at the front gate saw him and immediately ran towards him. One asked in an official tone, "Where did you get all these neopoints?"
Hanso mustered up the guiltiest expression he could and said, "Nowhere."
"Yeah sure." The second guard said. He grabbed Hanso's arm and hauled him up from his sitting position. "We got a call earlier about stolen neopoints. No kid would have that many on paw."
Hanso proceeded to burst into fake tears, apologizing profusely and asking for forgiveness.
"Not a chance."
Hanso expected that.
They threw him in a cell, one he knew quite well, and he sat there for a good hour before someone came down with his lunch.
"Hi." He said to them. "I want to ask you a question."
"Yeah?" The Lenny who brought him his food looked up.
"Has any of the guards been wounded lately in a fight with thugs?" He asked.
"Why should I tell you?" The Lenny asked back.
"Because there's a friend I'm worried about here." He said honestly.
"Hm, really. I don't believe that." The Lenny said.
"No, it's true. Was an orange Kougra named Brynneth injured by the thugs?"
The lenny looked at him in surprise. "How did you know her name?"
Ignoring the Lenny's question, Hanso asked, "So she was hurt."
"No. She wasn't. It was crazy, but she came out of that fight unscarred. They call her Brynneth the Unbreakable now."
"Really?"
"Yeah. But heck, why am I telling you this?" The Lenny asked. He shook his head, and turned away and left Hanso.
Hanso smiled. "Brynneth the Unbreakable. Not bad."