OKAY, SO I got a little too excited and updated a bit early lol so no Tuesday update this week unfortunately but I hope these back-to-back updates will make up for it hehe.
HEAVY HEAVY TRIGGER warnings for this chappie: Murder, mentions of torture, the lot. This chapter is also super inspired by a dramoine fanfiction I read a while back, or at least a bit of it is but I hope you enjoy it.
Anyways while I'm at it and I have the minutes, I will address some comments with some questions people had (some may be from previous chappies).
Yuilia - SORRY HEHEH I love mentioning Noah it pisses my my editor off SO MUCH cos he's mad I killed off his favorite character in cold blood huhu. I love how deprived readers are from Brandon's lack of affection that just him looking in her direction is enough - it makes for writing later chapters SO FUN HEHE. And yes absolutely, bits and pieces of the past I'll start writing a little later but rn it's more of setting the context in the present! As for your theory on the mark AHHHH i hope this chapter makes more sense when the mark lore drops!
brellabeyond - HAHAH YES i wrote this man absolutely stone cold, but I feel like you'll like this chapter ;) I think tangled holds such a place in my heart and whenever I need inspo for this story I always listen to that song hehe.
ComebackKid - PLEASE keep sharing your theories, these actually get me through the day. I love reading your theories bc about 90% of the time they are on the ACTUAL MARK and I have to reorder my whole story to be less predictable BAHAH! Dw that may sound like a bad thing but i love being challenged, it helps the creativity so so much and while I can't comment on your actual theories 𓁹‿𓁹 ʰᵉʰ⋅, i really hope this chapter gives some answers...or possible raise more questions ? keen to see your thoughts hehe
Brella (C14) - HAHAHA reading ur comments always makes me laugh - as a reader my favourite thing is when a chapter makes me genuinely tweak out cos thats when I KNOW that author COOKED and I love knowing that perhaps my writing makes people thrilled hehe. I love how you noticed Brandon's emotions are starting to slip from his stone cold barrier, when he punched the wall over his frustration I WAS LOSING MY OWN MARBLES and I subtly wrote it in there hoping people would read between the lines HAHAHA. Perhaps you'll like this chapter then hehe.
A/N for everyone: Thank you heaps to everyone else who reviewed your thoughts it inspires me sm to see people take the time to comment on my work, I've just chosen to answer some comments that asked questions and had some interesting theories! A lot of people also have asked about Riven, and while he's not rly here at the moment in these chapters, he does have his own plot hehe so dw I didn't just name drop him and forget he existed teehee, hang tight my lovelies!
No one song for this chapter but every time I write The High Lord's Fortress, the song Le Monde by Richard Carter is playing and I've just learned to write the fortress to that song HAHAH dark, and somewhat amused evil.
FINAL WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS A BIT DARK! But I've seen literal children read absolute HEINOUS SMUT so honestly I can't stop you from reading lol best of luck oxox
Tecna stared at the data before her, everything she knew about the sun sceptre was scribbled across post-it notes on her desk and arranged in cynically neat data sets on the large monitor she had in her lab. The arena analysed everything from weeks' worth of testing on the former princess's transformation and yet everything they had gathered and knew was all wrong.
"I assumed the sceptre activated when she feels a strong emotion – like anger," she pondered out loud, leaning back against the chair thoughtfully, "But maybe it only activates when her life is in danger?"
High commander Brandon Silver stood behind her, arms crossed over his chest as he glared at the computer monitor with a look of annoyance, "It's not either of those," He murmured in a begrudged tone, "It doesn't respond to her rage anymore, and it doesn't care if her life is in danger anymore,"
How he knew that was not up for questioning.
Tecna pursed her lips, calculating possible scenarios with the new findings, "The first time it activated was on the ground of the old war outpost when you opened fire at the rebellion ship," The fairy of technology mumbled, trying to piece together why the sceptre suddenly stopped responding. "Then it activated whenever she went into a rage and it was responding fine to the same cue the last time, what changed?"
Brandon shifted his glare to the floor, his silence fuelling more questions as Tecna stared at her commander in confusion, "Did something happen recently?" She asked curiously.
"Nothing happened recently," He bit back sharply, his cheek muscles twitching at how hard he clenched his jaw before shaking his head to change the subject, "I need to figure this out as soon as I can, the high lord isn't going to be pleased if the sceptre doesn't materialise anymore,"
She cocked her head back, raising her eyebrows at how brazen his response was but decided to hold her tongue. She noticed he's been off all morning, in fact, he had been off all week but it was a notion that went unnoticed by everyone else so it wasn't something Tecna felt the need to mention.
"The only cues we know of are rage and self-defence," She sighed, "We can't test anything else, at least until she recovers. It's risky to keep pushing Her Highness to her limits like this, especially without the sceptre healing her anymore,"
"I'm aware," Brandon gritted out, dropping his hands to his sides out of frustration. "She should be completely healed by tomorrow if she keeps taking the replenisher, find something else to try by then,"
Tecna frowned, "Still, we don't know what'll happen to the sceptre if we push her too far past her limits, it's too much of a risk to-"
Brandon straightened up, an emotionless and empty look in his gaze, "Do whatever it takes," He interjected coldly, "She can handle it," He didn't wait for her to reply before turning to take his leave. The black cape of his high commander uniform swayed behind him as Brandon's heavy footsteps receded out of the lab.
Tecna sighed, turning her attention to the data she had gathered. The data was now useless considering her subject didn't respond to the usual cues anymore.
Brandon already had enough on his plate, he didn't have time to worry about this right now as he stalked his way towards the courtyard of the palace where the ship sat ready for take off. Being the High Commander of Drakar was one thing, but dealing with the former princess and her spite took another level of patience. To a point where Brandon could feel that thread of tolerance start to grow thinner and thinner each time he had to be in her presence.
He glared down at his forearm, the armour covering his skin that would ignite in the same glow that the curse mark on the former princess's arm would. There was something unsettlingly not right about it. As far as details go, the dark magic-imbued implant limits the fairy's ability to use magical energy without the controller's command. This goes for magical weapons of any sort.
But there was more to it, more that the high commander couldn't put into words. Since Stella had passed out a couple of days ago, he kept having this strange sensation in the back of his mind as though his thoughts weren't just limited to his own mind.
He knew from the way she acted last night, that the princess felt it too.
"Commander, we're ready to leave," Timmy's voice cut into his thoughts as Brandon clenched his fist and gazed up at his second lieutenant. Giving him a curt nod, High Commander Silver walked out onto the courtyard where the ship sat idle, engines spooling for take off.
Timmy had decided to land the ship towards the east wing of the castle last night which meant it sat right under the princess's current room. Brandon stopped at the foot of the extended boardwalk before his sharp gaze flickered up at the balcony.
Immediately his blank gaze locked with a pair of hazel orbs staring back at him. The former princess sat on the thick railing of the balcony, her back against the wall and legs hanging over the inside. The sketchbook that was gifted to her sat open in her grip, pencil in hand as she continued to watch him from her seat.
He had allowed the balcony to remain open, letting her get sunlight and fresh air to help her recover faster. He had Tecna cast a charm over the surrounding area that limited her from throwing herself over the railing in a futile attempt to end her life or escape.
He was at least merciful enough to not treat her like a real prisoner, but he was quickly starting to regret giving her so much freedom.
Stella continued to leer at him in silence before pulling her sketchbook over her gaze, to block out his presence as she forced herself to concentrate on her designs rather than dig up the memories of last night's events.
Brandon let out a small scoff before stepping up the ramp without so much as a glance back. He wasn't in the mood to deal with her today, especially with the unresponsive sceptre problem being at the forefront of things to worry about.
Timmy sat by the control hub of the ship's bridge, his gaze locked in on the technology he and Tecna had upgraded to make the old Silver ships almost impenetrable. Brandon's gaze swept the room, noticing the absence of one other person, "Where's Riven?"
"It's getting close to the 15th," Timmy replied in a monotone, giving Brandon all that he needed to know about where his vanguard had disappeared. He didn't reply except for a curt nod letting his lieutenant know to take off.
The high lord's castle was located beyond Drakar, on a planet that used to be abundant in trade but was now mostly inhabited by some of the highest-ranking Drakari council members, with the high commander being the exception.
This was the last stop on his lengthy and tedious day of high commander duties.
Brandon was always displeased to come here where his father had made base after the red coronation happened, and Solaria was usurped. Andreas preferred his cold, dark planet and war fortress to the peaceful warm former Solaria and Brandon wasn't in the mood to deal with whatever impromptu meetings his father kept calling him out for.
He had a long day already having to attend multiple diplomatic engagements with other high-ranking planet officials in Drakar's council. This was the last thing he wanted to do. He could already feel a mild headache starting to throb on the side of his head as he stalked down the concrete hallway, dimly lit with flames on either side.
His cape flowed behind him as his heavy footsteps echoed down the empty fortress corridor leading into the throne room. His father often engaged in his own council meetings in the throne room where he would sit on his jagged design seat, listening to his officials argue with each other about the next planet they should pillage and turn into another outpost wasteland.
Throwing both doors open, High Commander Brandon Silver stormed into the throne room as the incessant chatter ceased from the sound of his prominent presence. Andreas remained seated on his throne, fist leaning against his cheek as he stared coldly at his son who had interrupted the choir of the officials arguing with each other in the High Lord's court.
"High Commander," Andrea's lips curled back into a haughty smile as he called Brandon by his title, "Bold of you to interrupt," Brandon could feel the glares of the men that stood in the shadows of the walls in the throne room, their leering gaze assessing the high commander with envious and malicious intent.
Brandon was well aware if he were to be pitted against every man in this room, he would come out unscathed. That was a fact even the high lord knew. The new High Commander Silver was miles ahead in strength, ability and battle intelligence compared to his father, even in his prime.
His cheek twitched at the way his father addressed him as he held that same icy glare right back at the high lord. Nevertheless, he stopped at the foot of the stairs leading up to the throne platform and rescinded to one knee in respect, "My lord, you summoned me,"
"I did," Andreas drawled thoughtfully before leaning back on his throne and Brandon stood up to his full height, "How was our little experiment?"
Brandon clenched his jaw at the mention of his father's little experiment that almost cost him his life, "The hypothesis was correct,"
Andreas grinned, a pleased and malicious look on his aged face as he let out a triumphant chuckle and clapped his hands. "Hear that Duman? You guessed correctly,"
Brandon's cold gaze flickered up at the magenta-haired man who stood beside the throne, his body concealed by the shadow as he stepped forward into the dim light, a malevolent smile on his face, "Yes my lord, it seems the implant does transfer the sceptres magic power,"
Among the surviving members of the black circle, Duman had the unique ability to shape-shift which made him a sharp ally to have. Andreas was more than happy to accept him into the Drakar upper echelon with the promise of letting him join the destruction that was to befall Magix once Andreas had control of the sceptre.
Brandon grimaced at the memory that was etched into his mind of that night when Duman prepositioned an experiment to see if Andreas could actually utilise the sceptre's powers once he usurped the throne. Duman was the man who imbued Tecna's implant with dark magic, despite the type of magic being one that was not well researched, Duman knew somewhat of the capabilities of his power and he suspected the implant the princess had embedded in her was able to transfer the sceptres magic to the controller version that was carved on Brandon's forearm.
If it were true, then no matter if the sceptre rejected Andreas as its wielder, the implant would force its power to be used by the high lord to his every beck and call. Unbeknownst to the princess, her attempt to save High Commander Silver's life had sealed the sceptre's fate. In addition to controlling the princess's transforming ability, and dispelling the dark magic that bound the bullet, the implant used the sceptre magic and healed his wound moments after she left the room.
Lucky for her, from the mark's current capabilities, the sceptre's magic can only heal based on the wielder's will and not based on the controllers. But in spite of that, it was a close contender for plan B if Brandon failed to extract the sceptre in its physical form. Brandon glared down at the mark concealed in his forearm in distaste, one more issue for him to figure out as if the princess hadn't already caused him enough of a headache.
The curse mark bound their life forces together more than they thought.
"Well done, high commander," Andreas murmured words of praise that Brandon chose to ignore. He was used to being treated like a pawn in this game of destruction, having a bullet lodged in his side was among the better things, "Tell me about Her Highness's progress,"
And just like that, his headache was starting to worsen just at the mention of her.
"My lord, it's been a month since she's been at the palace," Brandon bit back, feeling the irritation start to rise. He let out a breath before regaining his composure and spoke emotionlessly, "The sceptre trigger seems to be when the princess is protecting herself or when she is enraged. It's able to stay materialised for a full minute now,"
"Well, that won't do, now will it?" Brandon didn't break his sharp gaze as his father…no, the high lord continued to ponder sardonically, "I need that sceptre to be present for a full 5 minutes otherwise the princess is useless to us, isn't she?"
"Yes, my lord," He replied, opening and closing his fists to render the Lord's words. This project of his to draw out the sceptre was only in effect for another 5 months. By then he needed to have the sceptre be able to materialise on command and stay present for the power to flow through it.
With the way Stella was right now, progress was going to be stunted immensely if he didn't figure out what the blocker was. They went from having the sceptre in solid form for a full minute to it not even activating but that was a minor detail he conveniently left out in his update.
"The Solstice is in 5 months, I won't be able to fully gain Solaria's power without that sceptre," Andreas continued with a distasteful look, "Getting the sceptre out of her is going to be your top priority, is that clear?"
5 more months of this headache was definitely in his imminent future.
"Yes, my lord," He replied monotonously and Andreas' lips pulled back into another cynical smile at Brandon's reply. Before he could continue, the doors leading to the throne room were violently thrown open and the high lord's attention flickered up immediately.
"Ahh, just in time," He chuckled, his gaze flickering back to the high commander, "I have one more favour to ask of you," Referring to the new presence in the room, Brandon tilted his head over his shoulder to register who had walked in and for a split second his heart pounded in his ears. Two Drakari soldiers had walked in, another figure placed in tow between them as they dragged a girl down the throne room floor.
He could feel his breath shorten at the sight of her as she hung in their grip.
Princess.
Waist-length blonde hair, wide hazel eyes and a desperate and terrified look in her gaze. She was covered in cuts and bruises, across her face on her bare arms and legs.
No, no it couldn't be her.
It couldn't be the princess, he had just left her in her room this morning. She was on the balcony ledge just hours ago when he boarded the ship, sketching and glaring at him. She was probably back home at the palace now, taking a walk about the palace grounds. She had to be. This wasn't her.
The closer they dragged the girl, he could see she looked nothing like her. Her blonde hair had streaks of brunette at the root and her eyes weren't as big and doe like the princess's was. But the similarity was definitely there to the point where he felt uneasy just looking at her.
"Pretty little thing isn't she?" Andreas drawled and Brandon felt himself stiffen as he felt the high lord loom over his shoulder before walking in front of him. The girl's petrified eyes flickered between the two men, a desperate and pleading expression in her hazel orbs that looked so much like the princess's, "Too bad she's a traitor,"
The moment her crimes were spoken, the girl's eyes widened as she struggled against the soldiers holding her down, "No! Please, my lord, I didn't mean to," She cried, "P-Please this is a mistake! I'm begging you, my lord,"
Forcing himself to look away from her tear-stained face, Brandon turned his hardened gaze to one of the soldiers, "She was harbouring Solarian sympathisers," The solider to her right spoke and the girl shook her head pleadingly trying to explain her case.
"No! I didn't know they were Solarian sympathisers, please! They just needed a place to stay!" she begged, trying to put her hands together to plead, but the soldiers held her down, "Please please I don't know anything else,"
The crime was so small, something so forgivable but just by the state of her, Brandon could tell they attempted to torture any information out of her earlier. Despite her black shirt, he could see the stains of blood beneath her clothes possibly from multiple torture methods. Her face was malnourished and drained, meaning she had been here for days, the bags under her eyes and the pale look of blood loss evident on her skin.
Drakar doesn't take potential treason very lightly and harbouring Solarians who sympathised with the old king was among the highest of them.
Whether it was intended or not. He knew what her punishment was, the reason why the high lord had her dragged all the way to the throne room.
To make an example.
But Brandon couldn't tear his gaze away from how much he could see the princess kneeling before him between these soldiers' grips instead of this Drakari girl. "You know what the penalty is for harbouring Solarians, right?"
The high-ranking men around the room remained silent, watching the scene unfold before them. Brandon had seen this multiple times, in this exact room but for some reason he couldn't stop feeling uneasy with this. With this girl.
"Death,"
She let out a horrified cry, begging and pleading to spare her life as the soldiers forced her body further down onto her knees. The high lord walked back to the high commander before dropping his cold hand on his shoulder as if putting that request on him.
He wanted him to kill her.
Suddenly the uneasy feeling spiked and it was as if Brandon could feel everything around him in hypersensitivity. The girl was struggling and crying, tears pouring out of her waterline and onto the throne room runner as the soldiers locked her arms behind her back and forced her to place out her neck.
His heart was thundering in his chest as he reached for the blade attached to the sheath on his hip. He's done this before. His kill count amassed to cities. He's killed without remorse in cold blood almost every day.
Why did this feel different?
His hand froze over the hilt of the blade and his eyes widened as he stared into tear filled gaze of the princess kneeling before him, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders at her exposed neck as she pleaded and begged for him to spare her life. No. No, it wasn't her. The girl looked so much like Stella it was messing with his clarity. His eyes darted around the room, the expectant look of blood lust was present on the men in the room and he could feel the high lord's gaze start to linger on his back questioningly.
"Please! Please I have a family – a little brother, please, I can't leave him by himself!"
Fuck.
He could feel his breath pick up but he forced himself to pull the energy blade out of its holder and dangle it in his grip. Sensing his unease, the weapon powered on, sending the green energy pulsating to the silhouette of the broad sword as he hung in front of the girl kneeling before him.
This is nothing. This is fucking nothing. You've done this before. Just kill her.
One clean strike across her neck muscle was all he needed. One strike he's made multiple times on multiple people, men or women, anyone his father had him execute.
Why was he hesitating in front of this girl? Is it because she looked like the princess?
"Please I'm begging you, I didn't know they were Solarians sympathisers, please-" her body was shaking as she faced the tear-drenched floor and Brandon felt his heart rate pick up as he pulled his sword back ready to calculate a clean blow. "Please, don't kill me, I'm begging you please-"
Her eyes were the same hazel as the princess's and the way they begged him, terrified for her life, he could feel himself hesitate. Taking a breath, the cold and empty façade reclaimed its place on his expression and he stared at the girl coldly.
She means nothing - the princess means nothing. This is nothing.
Turning off his emotions, Brandon swung down the sword, slicing across the air with incredible speed and precision that it silenced her plead with not a speck of blood on the blade. He could hear the sound of flesh severing echoing across the hall as he forced his eyes away from the headless corpse before him.
High Commander Silver shoved the deactivated sword back into the holder before turning to his father who stood behind him with a rivetted look on his face, "I will be taking my leave if that is all," He announced in a cool and calm tone despite the hesitance he definitely displayed earlier.
Hesitance that went unnoticed by everyone else in the room.
With a curt nod from the high lord, Brandon turned on his heel to leave before his father called out once more, "I need that sceptre in 5 months, Brandon. Otherwise-" He smirked, eyes staring cynically at the corpse that still lay in the throne room, bleeding over the red runner, "You know the consequences, don't you?"
He could see it from a mile away. Why his father had him execute this girl. He was making an example of what would happen if Brandon were to fail.
It was a threat.
"Yes sir," He replied coldly before stalking out of the room.
By the time he got back to the Sun Palace, it had gotten considerably dark outside. He was tired, and the dull headache had increased into a throb on the side of his temple. He could still smell the blood on him from earlier, the earthy metallic scent that he had gotten so used to over the years.
He ran his hands through his hair, brushing it back before the soft brunette clusters fell back down over his forehead and eyes. High Commander Silver had a kill count beyond any man in this realm, with armies and battalions disposed at his wake, he was feared by those who opposed him and respected by those who followed him.
He wasn't a man who could even be scratched easily.
If you are willing to kill, you must be willing to be killed. He sighed at the words that rang in his head. A harrowing reminder of his mother's pacifistic ideology that seemed to linger with him despite all of the heinous crimes he'd done.
His mother believed in equality, if one were to be killed, they must not be afraid of death themselves. But death was something Brandon was not afraid of – it was more down to who was able to actually kill him.
Stepping out of the ship, he instinctively gazed up at the balcony that hung over him. Timmy had landed the damn ship right under her balcony again, as if on purpose to piss him off. But it was late and the doors were closed with the dim light emanating from the windows signalling she had gone inside. Brandon felt himself release a tired and exasperated breath before walking into the castle doors.
The palace halls were well-lit in comparison to the dark gloomy atmosphere in the high lord's fortress. With its gold runners, cream walls and clear windows letting in the moonlight, Brandon felt himself at ease.
He had chosen to reside his platoon in the Sun Palace for more than one reason, but the non-suffocating feeling this place gave him was a definite high contender. He found himself walking aimlessly down the west wing, his boots hitting the wooden floor as he moved towards the king's study.
He could feel himself stop involuntarily in front of her door that sat across from her father's study. He could hear her voice through the closed door, perhaps talking to the pixie. At least someone had a better than he did. Some part of him still felt on edge at the thought of the girl he had killed in cold blood today looking somewhat similar to the princess. But the girl's eyes were scared, pleading and desperate, it wasn't a look he could imagine the princess and all of her spite against him having.
But if this went wrong, it may just be her kneeling in front of him under the notion of execution.
"Commander?" Tecna's curious voice broke Brandon out of his thoughts as he turned to meet the fairy of technology's narrow-eyed gaze. "You're back late,"
"I'm not in the mood to be scolded right now Tecna," He replied sharply, knowing she had a tendency to crack into him whenever her husband was held back late because of his duties to the high commander. Pushing open his study room door, he walked into it and hit the lights, making the king's old study room illuminate with magic lamps.
Tecna shook her head with a roll of her eyes before following him inside and shutting the door behind her, "Yes, I do need to speak to you about that, but on a more important note I may have found something about Her Highness's condition,"
He straightened up, facing her with curiosity.
"I analysed all of the separate times she's been in danger or had heightened emotions, not necessarily rage, along with the training room data," Her fingers spread in mid-air, making the holographic screen appear where her hands had waved. Brandon could see the dots of data scattered among the plot, with dates and different highlighted colours.
"The ones in purple are the times she's fought with you in the arena," She said, pointing to the purple circle icons that clustered very close together on a certain end of the emotional spectrum. "The red is during the ambush," she pointed to the singular red dot that lay in the same height as the cluster of purples.
"What about the yellow?" Brandon asked, pointing at the yellow X that also sat in the same cluster.
"This was when the high lord openly attacked her – when she sustained the shoulder injury," She replied, and Brandon furrowed his eyebrows, piecing together what Tecna was insinuating, "I suspect she felt the same as she did in the training room, after all, her life was in danger, but the sceptre didn't manifest,"
No. It didn't. Stella didn't transform in the throne room that day. She simply took the blade right to the shoulder and the sceptre didn't intervene to save her life when she wholeheartedly thought Andreas would kill her. This meant the sceptre doesn't respond to how she felt or her situation because Brandon was damn sure the princess wanted to kill his father then and there.
"I wondered why the princess never knew she had the sceptre within her when she was a rebellion lieutenant. I assumed her life was always in danger or she felt rage at some point in the last 4 years," Tecna was right, why did she not know she had the sceptre with her? She should've transformed at least once.
"And this – this is the recent data," She said, pointing to the blue X's still clustered around the purple dots. "She feels the same, her emotions are the same – she still feels the same rage,"
This had become worse off than they initially figured, the trigger they thought manifested the sceptre wasn't actually the real trigger. "Her emotions aren't the sceptre's trigger," Brandon breathed trying to piece it together. If the emotions didn't trigger the sceptre what did?
"No." She replied, tapping one of the successful transformation dots to get a better view of it. "I analysed these successful data points, and cross-checked them with the time frames of what she may have been facing,"
"And?"
Once the purple dots enlarged to show its content, the image of the spar the training room captured appeared before him, and Brandon felt himself stiffen at the revelation before him. The princess's eyes - they were staring straight ahead, glaring, full of rage.
At him.
"Commander," Tecna spoke, the conclusion she had come to making Brandon come to a halt as he stared eyes wide at the image, "You're her trigger,"
A day in the life of high commander Silver lol. I really like this one compared to the last chapter - just because i got to write a bit more of Drakar order and how life functions after Solaria was decimated. But anyway unfortunately Brandon is a cold-blooded executioner...sighh. I really can't defend him anymore.
BUT MARK LORE HHEEH so yes I probably should write this in the story but I am a yapper so any chance to reveal key plot points I am opening my big yap. Anyways I genuinely thought someone would make the connections from the mark to Brandon's bullet wound HAHAHA.
I talk to my editor about this story all the time bc I just love writing it and I always talk about myself in 3rd person stuff like "Yeah they reveal the sceptre lore in this chapter," and my editor is like aren't u writing this? lolol
BUT MORE SCEPTRE LORE TO COME ~ fufu
LOTS OF LOVE,
Star