So, hello. Tangled fan. I am writing a fanfiction about Varian and the Saporians, so au. And there will be ocs. Anyways. To the story. I may change the rating to mature if I'm asked to. There's not lemon or smutt, but there's some language and harsh abuse. (aka, Juniper has a mouth and Varian's abused, like, a lot)

I'm not doing trigger warnings, so you have been warned.

Chapter 1

Andrew closed his eye, clenching his fists. Must he be the only one that stood for reason? He supposed all was well that he was the next im line to be chief. Otherwise it would be his dimwitted cousin, Gordon. Although Gordon was not in line for the head of the Saporian, he was already a leader in battle, which Andre admitted he understand that in a way. Gordon may not be the brightest among them, but he was certainly one if the strongest and powerful when it came to battle.

"What is it brother? You look like you've been dumped in shit," Juniper remarked.

The corners of Andrew's lips curved up. "You and and your language."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Don't act as if you don't use them."

"I do, but only when necessary," Andrew answered.

Juniper merely shrugged, obviously not caring about it. "Still, you haven't told me why you're so distant."

"My crowning is in but in a few months at the latest. I'll be lying if I said I was not nervous," Andrew muttered.

"Oh, is that it?"

"My grandfather is dying and you ask me of that's it?" Andrew raised a brow.

"That is not what I meant," she grumbled.

Andrew chuckled. "I know what you meant." He started to get up from his seat.

"You're going to see the kid?" Juniper inquired.

"Yeah, I promised that I'd drop by. He counts on those visits. As a Saporian, I must remain true to my word," Andrew said. "Besides, he promised to explain the project he's working on."

"More like he has to tell you, and you have to listen to him ramble," Juniper corrected.

"Think it however you want," Andrew called back.

"Then tell him 'hi' while you're there," she hollered.

"Will do," he replied, waving it off with his hand as he walked off. Juniper shook her head.

Varian leaned forward, trying to reach his cream that Clementine let him keep a bottle of. It helped his brushing and other injuries heal. He bit his lip, knowing that his legs were unstable, but his butt was screaming for something to ease the burning.

Suddenly, his world tipped and he realized that he lost his footing although. He felt himself fall into a pair of strong arms. Looking up, he found that Andrew had caught him. He passed the man a weak grin. "Hey..."

"You lost your balance. I know you're clumsy, but I can't see how even you managed to slip."

"My legs just can't hold me anymore," Varian admitted, knowing it was better off to be truthful from the start. Andrew would notice in a moment.

"He beat you again?" Andrew muttered at last. "I'm not surprised, and that's the worst part."

"I'm used to it. Can you hand me Clementine's healing cream?" Varian requested.

Andrew grabbed the jar for the Alchemist. "Care to tell what he did?"

Varian shrugged and pointed at metal paddel shaped object that hung on the wall. Andrew's eyes darkened, but said nothing more about it. He would talk to Gordon about his disapproval of how Varian was treated, but that had proved pointless in the past. Once he was cheif, then he'd fix what was going on.

Varian was shunned by eighty percent of the Saporians due to the fact that he was Coronian rather than Saporian. He was the symbol of the Saporians' mercy, for he was a Coronian life spared. Not only that, but Varian was using his talents to help the people of Saporia. Saporia is all that Varian knew. It was his home and people as far as he was concerned.

Most of the Saporians saw him him as a thing rather than a child. They would jeer, mock and abuse him for the blood he didn't chose. It was shamedfull fo see how much of the old bullied one so young as Varian.

Gordon, Andrew's cousin, was the main abuser. He was the kne that had been licked to care for Varian. Obviously, Gordon decided to only use Varian as his stess relieving punching bag.

"Do you need help?" Andrew offered.

"Nah, I got this, but thanks," Varian answered.