Hey Descendants!

Got another chapter for you guys. But I have a question before you get to it. I know, usually it's Twisted's job to ask the questions. Anyway, I was just wondering if you guys would like to start seeing three chapters a week. No matter what, you'll always get at least two, but I am curious how many would like to see the change.

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A Week Later

Yensid pauses at the soft sound of knocking. He tilts his head to the side, listening for the sound again. Carlos' knock was always much more frantic. Hyades' knock more firm and rhythmic. Then who was it?

He looks over to the clock on his wall. Ten. It was the usual time for one of his vks to show up. With a smile, he places a slip of paper into the book he was reading and stands. "Coming." He calls out as he walks over to unlatch the door.

He blinks in momentary surprise to see his old window stalker standing on his stoop. "Hello." He greets the awkwardly shifting boy. "Can I assist you with something?"

The boys stops mid rock. "I gave up-" He sighs in defeat, dropping back to his feet before he takes a step back. His eyes darting back, forth, and oddly up to make sure there was no one around. "Shit is taking too long to find..." He states bluntly. "Do you have any books about forging." He blinks. "Or blacksmithing or whatever…" He shrugs. "You loan them out, right?" He blurts out tonelessly.

Yensid smiles, "I do have a vast collection of books, would you like to come in and see what we can find on the subject?"

"Um…" T sighs, "I guess…"

Yensid takes a step back, granting T access. "I'm not sure I remember unpacking any of my trade books, I may need to summon them from my bag."

T narrows his eyes, almost in challenge-Before he darts into the house past Yensid, halting to a stop before he hit the table.

Yensid follows T's movement with his eyes before he shrugs and shuts the door, "Welcome to my home… My name is Yensid, what would you like for me to call you?" This had to be the boy Hyades said was helping her teach Gil to read… She never mentioned his name, other than the first night she'd seen him staring through the windows, but he was pretty sure she trusted him. And Hyades had a hard time trusting anyone.

"Uh-" T shifts, eyes dropping. "Uh-Guess it's weird if I know-" He coughs, "T." He eventually mumbles.

"T." Yensid nods once before he walks over to an old, beat-up cloth satchel, "This shouldn't take too long. Books about Smithing and forging you said?"

T nods silent, his eyes back on him like a hawk.

"I'll add metalworking and maybe a few other reference materials to the list as well. Maybe a history if you're interested?" Yensid peers back at him as he snaps open the handle.

"Thank you." T mumbles, dropping his eyes as he leans a hip against the table and crosses his arms.

"You're very welcome." Yensid smiles before he thrusts his entire arm, all the way to his shoulder into the impossible to accommodate bag.

T double takes in surprise, his eyes widening to the size of saucers. "Where did you get that?" He asks nearly drooling over it, even venturing a step forward. "And how does it work?"

Yensid chuckles and whispers under his breath, summoning books to his hand before he stands back up. He loved doing that, it never failed to entertain and put his students brave enough to venture into his home at ease. "This old thing? I made it, with the help of an old student. I don't suppose you've heard the name Merlin before?"

"Only that the Mims'," T shrugs. "Hate the ever-living fuck out of him."

"Ah yes," Yensid nods as he summons the rest of the books from the bag before he turns to place the sizable stack on the table, "They did have the biggest rivalry, and he was constantly undoing so much of her dark magic."

"Huh." T blinks. "Damn it." He pouts. He points at the bag. "It's fucking magic isn't it?"

Yensid nods, "I have several items I was allowed to bring with me when I decided to move here to teach."

T suddenly looks around the house. The blood rushes to his face when he notes he can see out the window. He drags a hand down his face with a groan. "Whatever…" He grumbles.

Yensid hides a smile behind a book as he sits down at the table, "Are you from a family that once practiced magic? Or fascinated by the possibilities?"

"Me? Oh no… I'm not part of shit-" He shakes his head. "I just want the bag." He adds bluntly. "Not yours obviously- Just, you know, one that can swallow people."

"Well that makes me feel better," Yensid chuckles, the kids were always fascinated with the bag, "to hear you aren't interested in stealing from an old man. What would you do with a bag like mine?"

"Store shit?" He questions like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

Yensid smiles, "Of course." He gestures to the chair beside T before he starts sorting the book into different piles on the table.

T hesitantly steps closer, careful to keep to the opposite side of the table as he finally looks at the table, stopping in awe. "Fuck!? That's a lot of books…"

"Of course, I pulled every book I had on the topic." Yensid smiles before he places one thin hand on the first stack, "So this pile is about the history of blacksmithing from several prominent kingdoms well known for their weapons and metals." He pushes the stack aside, "This pile has books about metals and different ways to fold it." He moves that out of the way as well, "This stack is about the art behind metalworking. And this stack talks about forges."

T continues to stare at the number of books in awe, much like Carlos had.

"But if you'd like a basic introduction to the art of blacksmithing, metalworking and the basics of a forge, I'd recommend this book first." Yensid smiles as he pushes the other books to the side and places a single, thick book in front of T.

"Oh." T pouts before he shakes the expression from his face. "But I can borrow all of them after I finish each, right?"

"Of course." Yensid nods as he stands, "Who am I to come between knowledge and one so eager to learn?"

"Wicked." T takes the offered book. "Uhmm- Thanks I guess." He quickly turns to leave. "Later." He scrams to the door before he runs out like the house was on fire.

"You know where to find me if you have any questions," Yensid calls out before he shuts the door and bolts it.

He shakes his head as he returns to his sofa and picks up his book. These kids were always so distrusting at first, but T seemed to be much more so. He taps the book against his knee. The boy had been covered in so many layers it was hard for him to get a good look. The only things he ever really saw were the boy's bright green eyes, and his dark, dirty face. But what was dirt, shadow and skin tone, he couldn't say.

He grins as he picks up his teacup and takes another sip. That must have been a quick visit if his tea was still warm. He sets it down before cracking the book back open.

T… Yensid chuckles as he gets back into reading… He could see why Carlos and Hyades found him so fascinating.


Two weeks later

(T needed time to read all those books after all)

"Sup?" T greets Hyades. It had taken him a while but he was pretty sure between, Gil, Deez, Carlos, and himself they could manage to create blades that would matter...

"Where the fuck have you been!" Hyades jumps in surprise when T walks into her room, "Everyone's looking for you, and Gil thinks you gave up on teaching him to read, and Jay was worried you were really hurt, because apparently you never miss swords and dagger practice." She rolls her eyes, "Carlos thinks you got bored with whatever project the two of you were working on… He didn't say it, but he was really upset. And I've been taking tarts to Evie almost every day because I don't know how you know when she's…" She suddenly shifts, looking away for the first time, before her eyes narrow "You know… So I wanted to be safe and make sure she always had something to eat… And for some weird reason, everyone thinks I'm your keeper, and I wasn't able to get away at all and-" she stomps her foot and lets out a screech of frustration.

T blinks. "Fuck." He looks away. Oooh, she was fucking pissed. Had it really been that long? "Damn it." He chews his lip. That was a fucking problem. He'd just been so focused- He rubs the back of his neck nervously. "Didn't think about it." He responds honestly.

"Don't do that again." Hyades stamps her foot before she punches T in the shoulder.

T's eyes widen before they narrow as he bites back a groan. Had she just dislocated his shoulder? "Right." He swallows tightly. 'My bad Deez…" He apologizes tightly. It was one thing to expect pain, another for it to happen suddenly. "I just assumed everyone would assume I was with someone else… And it wouldn't take me so long to finish what I was doing…" He casually brings up his good hand to his shoulder to hide the damage.

"Oh my gods, T, I'm sorry." Hyades covers her mouth and nose with both hands, "I shouldn't- I'm sorry." She growls in frustration as she walks backward, putting distance between them.

T sighs, "S'not a big deal, Deez. It's not broken or anything. Calm down-" T pauses, wait why wasn't he sweating his balls off? "Fuck, it has been a minute." He blinks, stepping back in surprise as he looks her over for any flames. "You're pissed."

"No fuckin' shit!" Hyades snaps, "You disappeared with no warning for two damn weeks!"

"So? No one's ever- Two weeks?" T frowns, how the fuck had that happened? He pales. Had her father been to visit Faustina? "You aren't on fire." He steps back. "If you see the others tell em I'm sorry, just got distracted. Sorry- Might be gone a bit longer still by the by- Gotta run!" He bolts.

"T! Wait, I'm sorry. Please don't-"

Her voice echoes around him as he runs through the catacomb tunnels.

T curses, he needed help with this, and he needed help two weeks ago. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He didn't even want to know what her father was going to do if he figured out he'd gone out. He'd just been so focused on getting everyone better blades. Idiot. Stupid fucking idiot. What the hell had be been thinking? Fuck? Who the hell was going to be the best and do this quickest? Jay? No. He'd be up his ass. Mal, T snorts at the thought. Evie and Carlos probably didn't have the strength. Gil would get too concerned. And Uma would be too busy. Hyades didn't need to see the full damage when it was so fixable- But fuck- He curses.

That left a very wee list.

Would it be quicker to find Freddy or Harry? He groans, already knowing the answer. One of them stayed still. He groans. Fuck his luck. Fuck his life. Fuck losing so much track of time. He wasn't even sure he'd slept the last two fucking weeks- He'd been enthralled on the workings of- Damn it. He needed to get back for Faustina. There was a good chance her father was still punishing her with the silent treatment and long fasts for being a bumbling idiot. But if he hadn't... Fuck!


Harry shakes his head as he walks down the gangplank. Uma and Gil were both in moods and nether would give him the attention he wanted.

At this point, he was going to go drag Deez from her tomb kicking and screaming. He didn't care. Uma and Gil needed something to cheer them up. Who ran away and hid because people were asking you where someone else was?

"Hook." T skids to a halt in front of him. "Real-quick-can-you-do-me-a-favor?" He blurts out.

"Well if it ain'nah the devil behind me sufferin'..." Harry throws his arms in the air before he brings them down to rest on his hips, "What can I be ah doin' for ya?"

T points to his shoulder with a shaky hand. "Fix-it-please." He spills out as he bounces on his feet, clearly impatient with something.

Harry blinks, "Fix… Yer shoulder?" His face grows serious as he moves around T, inspecting it from different angles.

"Nowplease-" T takes a deep breath. "Yeah? It's quicker than what I would need to do."

"Be givin' me a sec ta be seein' how it be uh slidin', makes it easier ta be gettin' it back in," Harry slowly lowers his cupped hand over the injury, "Trust me, I be ah havin' too many experiences with this."

T bites his lip, as he taps his foot anxiously. "Right…" T sighs.

Harry nods as he continues his inspection, "Aye… Be comin' here." Harry gestures for T to follow him to a wall.

T doesn't hesitate for once, quickly following him. "What do I do?"

"Stand here." Harry points, "Face the wall, believe me, it be bein' fer the best."

T's eye twitches, but he doesn't question it as he does as instructed without question.

"K, I be about ta take yer arm and pop it back in place." Harry bites his lip, he hated doing this, "It be ah hurtin' like Neptune's wrath, but it will stop after ah minute or two."

"Whatever," T shrugs, "Just put it back in place, please."

"Aye." Harry nods before he grabs T's shoulder with one hand and his elbow with the other. With practiced precision, he pulls away and up on T's arm while pulling the shoulder back in place with the other. He keeps the pressure until he hears the confirmation cracks, then just holds T in place.

"Jesusfuckingchrist!" T hisses out.

"Aye, that and more." Harry whispers soothingly, "I be knowin' ya have ah thing with space and all, but ya be needin' ta let me hold this here till it be rememberin' it be ah shoulder."

T swallows hard. "Thinkitremembers yet?"

"Just, be taking ah few deep breaths yeah?"

T doesn't argue just doing instructed.

"That be ah good lad," Harry encourages, though his brow furrows at how tense the muscle still was, "Mate, ya be needin' ta let it loosen up."

T lets out another breath. His body beginning to tremble. "It feelsfucktons better." He mumbled, "But seriously, I gottago."

Harry bites his bottom lip before he nods, "K, I be backin' off slow, don'nah be movin' quick or it be ah popin' right back out on ya."

T lets out an annoyed whine. "Offuckingcourse it will." He holds his shoulder.

"Ya can'nah be rushin' this." Harry scolds as he slowly relaxes his hold on T and steps back.

"Don't worry, I'll give it time-You'rethebest-" He rushes to say as he grips his shoulder and turns to face Harry, "Owe you one Hook." He rises onto his toes and plants a kiss on Harry's cheek, "Later!" He takes off, running as quickly as he'd come with the same urgent energy radiating from him.

Harry blinks. Blinks several times. He slowly raises one hand to rest the pads of his fingers against his cheek… That was new. His lips curve into a wicked smile. New and he liked it.

He yips happily, spinning around in place.

His exuberance is short-lived though. He still had no idea what that had been about...

Did T have another run-in with Atilla? He shakes his head. Of course, he vanishes for two weeks only to show up with a dislocated shoulder, looking for all the world like he was later than Alice's white rabbit. Was the kiss to distract him from asking questions? He grins again. He could certainly get used to those kinds of distractions.

But he'd have to think about that later. Now that he'd spotted T he had a job to inform certain people.

Jay would at least be pleased he wasn't dead- He seemed the most concerned with T's latest disappearance. Gil too. Uma was probably gonna want to strangle him- But he knew she would be relieved to hear the kid was fine-ish. And this hopefully meant Hyades was coming back too...

He looks back towards the ship; should he go and tell Uma and Gil he'd run into the kid? They'd have a fuck ton of questions if he did. Or should he return to his original plan, get Deez and drag her back to the ship. Tell all of them he's seen T, and then get some Poseidon damned attention- That didn't confuse the shit out of him.

Plan Deez it was.


And that's that! Another chapter posted!

So was anyone expecting T to go out of his way to talk to Yensid?

Or that he would disappear for two weeks to finish reading the books?

Anyone worried about the mysterious Faustina?

How did you like the interaction between Deez and T?

Did anyone feel for D, being harassed by everyone about T's whereabouts?

Have any experiences like that of your own?

Would you be upset if a friend just upped and dipped on you like that? Or would you get it?

Were you proud of Deez's newfound control?

What do you think of the interaction between Harry and T? I know we don't write the two together often, but do you guys agree he was the best person for T to go to?

Let us know in the comments below!

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Dark and Twisted