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miscellaneous_sectionCollection Title: Beyond the Haze
Chapter Title: The Night Became Their Haven
Author's Name: OverthinkingMind
It was in the middle of the night and Cravex’s mind was racing more than usual. The events of the sacred secret spell have been replaying for the past couple of nights now, and he’s been trying to calm down and move on from it. He has tried taking deep breaths and had tried to think of something pleasant. But, those images of Rat-Dragons and nearly drowning would worm their way back in. Cravex laid in bed staring out the window, and he rubbed his eyes from the lack of sleep.
‘Out of all the horrible events I have witnessed, this had to be it?’
All electricity and technology failing and most of the population surviving? He remembers it clear as day. People killing and pillaging villages, and robbing people traveling one town to the next? Cravex grew to hate people more than he already had. The apocalypse happening again, the world cracks and burns as it’s being flooded? And then, learning after the fact that it was just a fail-safe spell? Well, he’s about to make Darkstorm regret being alive for pushing him over the edge. He nearly had a mental breakdown because of him!
He groaned, “If I had said something maybe none of this would have happened.”
In the back of his mind, he knew he would have been tossed in the dungeon for a while for it.
‘I doubt it would have made any difference.’
He nearly jumped from a knock at his door. Though, a familiar voice spoke that calmed his nerves.
“Cravex?”
‘Mortdred?’ He thought.
He got up from bed and opened the door. The gray haired steward wore a pair of gray sweatpants and an old metal band t-shirt. Despite the surprise of the nighttime attire, Mortdred looked worse for wear himself.
Cravex gently, and awkwardly asked, “Having trouble sleeping, too?”
Mortdred nodded.
Before he could add anything else, Mortdred asked, “I was wondering if I could stay with you. Just for tonight, of course.”
“Um, I don’t see why not.”
He gave a weak smile.
Cravex closed the door as Mortdred walked into the room and immediately plopped himself onto the bed. He got himself under the covers with Cravex following behind.
“I’m sorry for of all this.” He said.
“Eh, don’t be. I think we’ve been through enough.”
He forced a small smile to that but it still faltered. “I meant what happened with Darkstorm and the sacred secret spell. I should have done more to stop him.”
He looked away, the guilt still lingering in his voice. “I just let him do all of this. I thought I knew what he was capable of, but nothing like this.”
Cravex sighed, “Look, it’s not your fault. You tried talking him out of it, and it was on him for not listening.”
“I suppose so,” mumbled Mortdred. “But, I fed him that idea from the start; how he shouldn’t humble himself to any man or wizard.”
His eyes started to sting from the tears and wiped a few stray droplets. “If I had kept my mouth shut, then maybe none of this would have happened.”
‘You and me both,’ thought Cravex.
“I really am idiot,” said Mortdred, gloomily.
Hearing that, Cravex looked him straight in the eye and sternly stated, “I don’t think you’re an actual idiot. It’s extreme loyalty that makes a person do stupid things.”
Mortdred couldn’t add anything else, not even chiding him for the last statement. He only soaked it all in.
Although, the more Cravex thought about it, the more it made sense that those two were a match made in hell— a never-ending cycle of co-dependency and degradation. He can’t blame him for being stuck in this mess; where else would he go if he left?
He stopped the train of thought, and calmly offered, “And, if you want, you can come back here whenever you need company. Or just needing to vent to someone is fine, too.”
Mortdred sat up. “Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.” He couldn’t help to crack a small smile.
Without a second thought, Mortdred drew Cravex into an embrace. Perplexed, he held onto him and gently rubbed his back.
“Thank you.”
Chapter Title: The Night Became Their Haven
Author's Name: OverthinkingMind
Warnings: "Choose Not to Use"
Fandom: Visionaries: Knights of the Magical Light
Characters: Cravex, Mortdred
Ratings: Not Rated
Pairings: N/A
Word Count: 700
Collection Summary: A small collection of ficlets dedicated to the Darkling Lords. Be it character explorations, leisurely moments, or battles; these are their tales on Prysmos.
Chapter Summary: After the events of the Darkling Lords' latest scheme, Cravex tries to forget about it but has failed every night. But, a knock at his bedroom might offer him that peace of mind along with the guest.
Author's Note: Inspired by Thinking by swordznsorcery.
Missing scene to episode seven, The Overthrow of Merklynn.
Update: I decided to rewrite the fic because I wasn't happy with it turned out. I still don't understand why I rushed it at the time, but I wanted to write a fic where I can genuinely enjoy. Hopefully, you guys enjoy it, too.
It was in the middle of the night and Cravex’s mind was racing more than usual. The events of the sacred secret spell have been replaying for the past couple of nights now, and he’s been trying to calm down and move on from it. He has tried taking deep breaths and had tried to think of something pleasant. But, those images of Rat-Dragons and nearly drowning would worm their way back in. Cravex laid in bed staring out the window, and he rubbed his eyes from the lack of sleep.
‘Out of all the horrible events I have witnessed, this had to be it?’
All electricity and technology failing and most of the population surviving? He remembers it clear as day. People killing and pillaging villages, and robbing people traveling one town to the next? Cravex grew to hate people more than he already had. The apocalypse happening again, the world cracks and burns as it’s being flooded? And then, learning after the fact that it was just a fail-safe spell? Well, he’s about to make Darkstorm regret being alive for pushing him over the edge. He nearly had a mental breakdown because of him!
He groaned, “If I had said something maybe none of this would have happened.”
In the back of his mind, he knew he would have been tossed in the dungeon for a while for it.
‘I doubt it would have made any difference.’
He nearly jumped from a knock at his door. Though, a familiar voice spoke that calmed his nerves.
“Cravex?”
‘Mortdred?’ He thought.
He got up from bed and opened the door. The gray haired steward wore a pair of gray sweatpants and an old metal band t-shirt. Despite the surprise of the nighttime attire, Mortdred looked worse for wear himself.
Cravex gently, and awkwardly asked, “Having trouble sleeping, too?”
Mortdred nodded.
Before he could add anything else, Mortdred asked, “I was wondering if I could stay with you. Just for tonight, of course.”
“Um, I don’t see why not.”
He gave a weak smile.
Cravex closed the door as Mortdred walked into the room and immediately plopped himself onto the bed. He got himself under the covers with Cravex following behind.
“I’m sorry for of all this.” He said.
“Eh, don’t be. I think we’ve been through enough.”
He forced a small smile to that but it still faltered. “I meant what happened with Darkstorm and the sacred secret spell. I should have done more to stop him.”
He looked away, the guilt still lingering in his voice. “I just let him do all of this. I thought I knew what he was capable of, but nothing like this.”
Cravex sighed, “Look, it’s not your fault. You tried talking him out of it, and it was on him for not listening.”
“I suppose so,” mumbled Mortdred. “But, I fed him that idea from the start; how he shouldn’t humble himself to any man or wizard.”
His eyes started to sting from the tears and wiped a few stray droplets. “If I had kept my mouth shut, then maybe none of this would have happened.”
‘You and me both,’ thought Cravex.
“I really am idiot,” said Mortdred, gloomily.
Hearing that, Cravex looked him straight in the eye and sternly stated, “I don’t think you’re an actual idiot. It’s extreme loyalty that makes a person do stupid things.”
Mortdred couldn’t add anything else, not even chiding him for the last statement. He only soaked it all in.
Although, the more Cravex thought about it, the more it made sense that those two were a match made in hell— a never-ending cycle of co-dependency and degradation. He can’t blame him for being stuck in this mess; where else would he go if he left?
He stopped the train of thought, and calmly offered, “And, if you want, you can come back here whenever you need company. Or just needing to vent to someone is fine, too.”
Mortdred sat up. “Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.” He couldn’t help to crack a small smile.
Without a second thought, Mortdred drew Cravex into an embrace. Perplexed, he held onto him and gently rubbed his back.
“Thank you.”