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Chapter 3, Page 21 (3.21.134)
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Start ID: The view pans out, first showing that the Angra boy has changed in appearance somewhat, since we last saw him. Red and orange tattoos creating symbols reminiscent of flames now adorn his arms, and he has a very different bow, ornate with warm brown, red, and orange shades, and set of arrows he fights with. The arrows seem to be made of bone, fletched with red feathers.
Across from him is revealed some kind of massive black horn, blood smeared across it.
Vertically along the page, Elian and Nania’s feet beat across the ground as they race towards the scene of the fight.
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Chapter 3, Page 20 (3.20.133)
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Start ID: “Uh… hoarse throat?” Nania asks, looking in the sound’s direction.
“That wasn’t me!” Elian yells in indignation. “I think we finally found something… remember, Nania, we–”
“Careful, stick by you, I know, I’m not clueless!” she interrupts, pulling Elian into a run as she drags him towards the source of the noise.
Deeper in the forest, already at the source, is the Angran boy Elian met once. His brown eyes slanted in focus, and blood clearly visible trickling from his forehead, as he faces off against something yet unseen.
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Chapter 3, Page 19 (3.19.132)
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Start ID: Nania makes a flippan gesture, and says “Psh, they’d think me just as weird as you, I’m just better at hiding it. In fact, I rather like your weirdness. Your voice is really nice.”
“It is?” Elian asks, a smug look on his face.
“Don’t I always say so?”
“Praise me more.”
“Then sing more often.”
“Fine, fine, fine…” Elian says, brushing the hair back on his head. He prepares to start, but his voice is drowned out by a loud kkxxxxxth noise, coming from deeper into the forest.
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Chapter 3, Page 18 (3.18.131)
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Start ID: Nania starts walking again. “I know, I know, ‘it’s dangerous, we have all we could ever need inside,’ but even if I complain…” she looks back at her friend with a smile. “It’s nice.”
Elian rubs the back of his head and both grin, and Nania takes his hand.
“Yeah… guess so!” he agrees. “Don’t gotta deal with annoying people back home.”
“Or the pressure…!” Nania adds.
“Heh, just me being weird!”
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Chapter 3, Page 17 (3.17.130)
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“And ya got the gall to complain about the noise the bugs make–?” the then-thirteen Elian asks, once more walking through the Deep Woods. The mud and blood have now been cleaned off him, his wounds healed, and the cut on his left cheek healed over into a scar still present on the adult Elian.
But this time, he’s not alone on his excursion, as Nania interrupts his ranting. “It’s piercing– c’mon, Elian– and c’mon, it’s my first time outside the city. This is all really new to me. It’s exciting.”
They both pause, looking up at the sun filtering through the tree branches.
“S’true,” Elian concedes. “Barely anyone goes into the woods, but there’s a reason for that, y’know.”
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Chapter 3, Page 16 (3.16.129)
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Fawya glances at him with a side-eye, and states “Maybe you can make me forget. With more of your story you promised.”
“You ain’t subtle when you want something, huh?” Elian asks, smirking. He wraps an arm around her shoulder, reaching for his breakfast while Fawya sips her beverage.
“So where were we…”
The scene fades, returning to where Elian’s story of his past had left off, centuries ago. Fade in on a blue sky, tree leaves visible, as a much younger Elian’s voice is heard… complaining.
“We’ve been trekking through the woods… for DAYS…” he says, “looking for a magical beast, ‘cause YOU wanted to tag along…”
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Chapter 3, Page 15 (3.15.128)
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“”Breakfast in bed’? This is an enough to feed an army, idiot, I can’t eat all this!” Fawya states, unamused by Elian’s sense of humor.
Elian leans his head back. “Who says it’s only for you?”
Fawya’s eyes widen in shock. “After all you ate for dinner!? When do you not eat?” She grabs one of the cups, letting herself appear annoyed again. “I’m still annoyed you tricked me last night.”
“Aw… was hoping you’d forget,” Elian muttered.
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Chapter 3, Page 14 (3.14.127)
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Start ID: Fawya stares at the antics she has just witnessed with a blank expression, then puts on a pouting expression and states “It’s too early for this.”
Breakfast now saved, Elian pulls himself up to sit on the bed. “‘Elian, my savior, thanks so much for rescuing my breakfast in bed!’” he states, sarcastically. “Nawww, no thanks necessary, Princess.”
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Chapter 3, Page 13 (3.13.126)
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Start ID: Elian starts striding forwards, saying “S’time to get u– Eh?”
When suddenly he feels something in his left ankle, and freezes for just a moment, before tripping. Fawya watches as what he was carrying is about to go everywhere– then, from where he’s fallen on the floor, Elian manages to create several red shields, catching what he’d been carrying with minimal spillage on the expensive guest furniture.
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Chapter 3, Page 12 (3.12.125)
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Slowly, Fawya wakes up, blinking the sleep out of her warm brown eyes, one cheek squished against a pillow. She is more abruptly roused by a knocking outside the door and sits up, hurriedly fixing her hair and headscarf.
“Ah– one second!” she calls out.
As she finishes fixing her appearance, Elian enters her room, laden down with breakfast foods– breads of different kinds– and what looks like cups of coffee. He’s grinning, looking his typical self.
“Rise an’ shine, your royal sleepiness!” he proclaims.
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Chapter 3, Page 11 (3.11.124)
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Start ID: A full page dominated by a single panel. Fawya lays sprawled across the bed, a blanket and Elian’s cape draped upon her. Her headscarf has been knocked askew by her restless sleeping, revealing some long dark hair. She looks quite peaceful, as sunlight spills across her face.
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Chapter 3, Page 10 (3.10.123)
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As Elian cups the revived flower and the red light fades, he looks down at it and thinks to himself, (Lucky they weren’t dead yet. I should watch where I pass out next time.)
The woman seems quite excited by this display. “Wow! The power of a Noble Hallow! To be able to use magic at will, without channeling or an artifact– it must be so useful!”
Elian’s expression is an odd mis. He’s grinning, he seems to enjoy the praise… sort of. Though he does also have a placating hand up again.
Pan up to the blue sky, the slowly rising two suns, the top of the palace.
“Yeah… useful…” Elian says. “Can ya show me where the kitchens are now?”
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Chapter 3, Page 9 (3.9.122)
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Elian gets down on his own knees.
“Hey, hey, don’t worry about it,” he says, “I ain’t a god for nothing!”
The woman interjects, “I couldn’t possibly ask you too–”
Elian picks up the crushed flower in his hand, red light sparking off his hand.
“Then don’t ask,” he says. “Just watch.”
A red light emanates from his hands and the flowers start to perk up, healing and regrowing.
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