So...
I've been gone a while lol
Updates as to why:
1.) Got addicted to the universe of an old video game I loved called Psychonauts and started writing fanfiction for that universe that I will also be updating now lol
2.) Started a job as a pharmacy technician and had to get into the swing of things with that new schedule.
3.) And lastly, recently came down with Covid :) Luckily, I've been vaccinated and boosted since it was available to me and I qualified for the oral treatment so that's helping. Seriously though, do what you can to stay safe from it. It sucks and I was being told by the hospital staff that treated me and my family that there's gonna be another big surge soon of people coming down with it. I highly recommend doing what you can to keep you and your family safe.
Anyway! I figured since I was writing to Romantic-era music before getting sick, I'll write a quick update to this story! Maybe it will help me feel better too lol
Cheers, mates! Much love to you all and stay safe!
"Can you sing that one song you always marched to?" I gave Morgana a curious look as I adjusted the visor on my helm. The young witch gave me a wide smile as I tried my best to keep in my march beside her along with the other soldiers told to protect her.
"Which one are you talking about, Morgana?" The red-haired woman reached up and rubbed a little at her chin for a moment.
"I can't remember its name." She snapped her attention back toward me as it seemed to have suddenly clicked within her mind. "That one that went 'Oh, goodbye home, oh he feeds you home'. Oh, something like that?" I smiled widely toward the older woman as I let the beat of my feet marching set the rhythm for me.
"Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh." I put my hand on the hilt of my blade as I continued singing. "Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, Óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh... Is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh."
"Gráinne Mhaol is coming overseas," I swallowed hard as I sang the song softly to myself. "Armed with her as a guard." I shook my head as I skipped over a few lines. "Thanks to the King of Miracles that he sees, if only a week later." I closed my eyes gently as my mind tricked me as if Morgana was singing along with me like she always did.
"Gráinne Mhaol is míle gaiscíoch... Ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh."
"You have a beautiful singing voice." I nearly jumped as Claire's voice came up beside me. Almost causing me to shut my locker on instinct.
"Oh! Ah, hi there, Claire." I chuckled nervously as I shut my llocker,trying to smooth out my shock. "How much did you hear?"
"Enough to know that Scottish is beautiful when sung." Claire gave me a smirk as she tucked her books close to her chest. "I think your accent makes it much better though." I gave her a relaxed smile as she stepped closer to me. "But I can tell that you have your reasonings to be singing softly to yourself in such a crowded place." Her eyes looked over me with a saddened gleam in them, as it was apparent to me that she would have pulled me into a hug if she could. "Anxious about Blinky, aren't you?"
She knows me all too well.
I sighed as I gave her a defeated look. "Morgana taught me to use it as a coping mechanism," I spoke softly as I tucked my free hand into my jeans pocket. "It started by her teaching me to use it to keep my brain occupied when I was marching or when I was just bored out of my mind." I chuckled a little as I looked down at the floor tile between us. "But then I started getting nightmares and some of the things I was doing as a knight was giving me issues, so she taught me to sing to myself as a means of calming myself. She would even sing with me when I was at my worst."
"So singing is just a thing you do?" Claire gave me a soft look as I just shrugged and gave a small smile in return.
"Yeah. I guess. It's just a habit now." I shrugged as I tried my best to stay nonchalant about everything. "That and horse riding but it's not like those are everywhere like they were in my era."
"You used to ride horses?" Claire gave me a curious look as a wide smile graced her face. "I knew that was common for the era, but I thought that was for the higher ranking knights and all." I gave a small shrug as a memory invaded my mind.
My armored hands were tight around the mare's reins as I leaned forward to try and keep from being a drag on the horse's back.
"MORGANA!" I screamed out as my horse and I reached the beach. I pulled on the reins just a bit to get the horse to begin slowing down as I called out her name once more.
"MORGANA!" My voice ran hoarse as I quickly moved to leap off the horse before it could come to a complete stop. I held tightly to my sword's handle so the scaffold wasn't whacking me in the legs as I ran to the shoreline, where I saw Morgana's body had fallen from so high above. "Morgana." I fell to my knees as I noticed the one-piece remaining of her on the beach.
A single, severed hand.
"Even then, riding has bad memories surrounding it now."
"Well, your singing is a beautiful habit at least."
"What kind of habit are we talking about here?" I nearly jumped as Douxie's voice appeared out of nowhere as his arm suddenly dropped itself over my shoulders. "The fact that James here gets a little wrinkle between his eyes when he's lost the plot with me." I gave Douxie a glare as I crossed my arms over my chest. "Ope, there it is!" Douxie chuckled as he pulled his arm back and poked between my eyebrows. "Little brother is just a little annoyed there, huh?"
"I'll show ya how annoyed I am, ya bastard."
"O~! Got the accent going there." Douxie smirked as he crossed his arms over his own chest instead. "You always teased me that mine made me sound a lot more intelligent than I really am."
"Well, you Englishmen are all numpties anyway."
"And there's that Scotsmen charm." Douxie smiled wide as he decided to open his arms wide and pull me into his chest despite my lack of amusement at the moment. "Still my lovable little brat though." I couldn't help but smile slowly as I wrapped my arms around my brother and gave his back a small pat.
"Yeah yeah, love you too, ya English twit."
"Love you bunches, you angry prat." Claire just giggled at the two of us as we pulled apart before Douxie draped his arm around my shoulders once more. "Was actually wanting to speak to the both of ya. About a plan. I think I know a way to make these bastards stop in their tracks for good. Without risking the amulet as well." He stopped for a moment as he looked between Claire and me. "But it does mean having a 'meeting' with the mates." Douxie used air quotes as Claire instantly jumped into questioning him about the idea.
"Do you think that's smart?" I gave Douxie a curious look as I glanced back over toward Claire. "We already know enough that they have Blinky. Will confronting them and starting a fight like that be the smartest idea?" Douxie gave a wide smile in reply that I knew all too well. The one that had always led us into trouble a million times over in the years I knew the older boy.
"Trust us, Claire." His smirk-like smile only grew as he knew his plan was going to come at a major risk. "When it comes to risks, Jim and I have always come out on top."
"Like a cat always landing on its feet." I couldn't help but smile a little as I grew interested in whatever was raging around in the wizard's mind. "What do you have planned then, Doux?"
"They want the Trollhunter? Fine." Douxie smiled wide as he crossed his arms across his chest. "But that doesn't mean that the Trollhunter comes with the amulet. After all, you were always Morgana's knight first." I knew exactly where he was going as I jumped into his train of thoughts.
"I'll just have to prove it."
I know, I know, not the biggest update and all after such a long time and not too much for plot, but I'm tired lol Covid is really kicking my shit in lol
Hope you all enjoyed though and at least the little background stuff is worth it! Love y'all!