** i wrote this when i was 15 do not come for me i repeat do NOT come for me **

but anyway, today while resetting my grandma's ipad i found this thing i wrote for this one og fic like 4 yrs ago in notes?? i forgot it ever even existed. nostalgia really be hitting hard. reading it kinda makes me feel embarrassed, but at the same time i've been wanting to share sth original since forever, & i don't hate it, so here it is (//∇//)

backstory will be provided at the end!! now dive in if you wish (to destroy my image in ur head or sth ahhfdjsgsjshkshs omfg this is so embarrassing—)

some info just so it's easier to understand: the narrator is a girl & her name is Lila. also, this is fantasy & action/adventure, & all the characters are/are related to some kind of mythical being.

i caved & edited, but not a lot, so grammar may be wonky still.

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A snippet from
HERALD OF DEATH

I watched as the man before me slowly came to his senses, shifting in his seat. His long dark blonde hair has fallen in front of his face; with a simple flick of his head, he casted it to the side. He blinked a few times, before his icy blue eyes cleared up and he looked up at me. He leant back in the chair.

"Why?" I spat. A simple question. But I needed to know. Who was he? Did I really know him? And why did it hurt me to touch him?

"You know me." The man grumbled before shifting again in the chair. Michael eyed him suspiciously, but he didn't seem to be hiding any secret knives or lock-picking devices to free himself. "Just think."

"Well, why don't you just tell me?" I questioned. He shook his head, letting out a breath:

"I thought we already went over this? I can't, sweetheart. That's why I'm not. Trust me, I want to just as much as you want me to. But I can't."

"Why do you have it?" Michael abruptly spoke. The man looked up at him questioningly for a moment, then exhaled:

"Oh. The ability? I don't know... douchebag."

I had to stop Michael from punching him (again). The fairer-haired male snarled:

"I can touch you."

"Everyone can. They just happen to be smart enough to know not to." The man said, and with one last shift, he was free from the chair. I stood immediately, blocking his escape. He sighed:

"I won't be going anywhere, princess. I just have to pee."

"Then why didn't you just tell us?" I grumbled. He shrugged:

"I dunno; perhaps because telling a little girl and an otherworldly thing about your waterworks is a bit off?"

"Stop it." I raised my hand in the hopes of doing something, but then realised why I wasn't touching him in the first place. "Name."

"To possible enemies, Alan. To allies, Ronan. But you, you can call me Ronnie." He cocked an eyebrow at me before yawning widely, stretching in the process. I noticed he was stiff from that blow from the Turned; it must have hurt like hell. Still, I scoffed:

"Don't flirt with me."

"Am not." He tossed me a half-smirk before turning to Michael. "Can I at least lie down somewhere? Deflecting a blow isn't exactly what I'm made for."

I glanced at Michael and nodded; only then did he react to the request made by the blonde man. Leading him out of the panic room, Michael brought him up to one of the spare bedrooms we had. The blonde man immediately flopped down onto the bed, pulled the covers up, made himself comfortable, then closed his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Michael asked in disbelief. The other man mumbled:

"I'm pretending to be a caterpillar. I'm trying to sleep, dumbass. Trust me, I'm way better when I get enough sleep. Besides, I saved Lila. I deserve rest. So just shut up, turn the lights off, and close the door. Don't wake me, except for when evil sons of bitches come here and directly ask for me, or my sword goes missing. Thanks a lot."

And with that, he buried half of his face into the pillow and began sleeping. We stood and watched until his breathing got even; then, Michael huffed and tugged at my shirt:

"Let's go."

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lawd haha can u tell i have a type, thank percy jackson 🙊

anyway!! if that piqued your interest then keep reading bc i have some backstory for u (but it's a hot mess since i've abandoned this for so long idek what's what anymore ;_;):

- Ronan is Lila's older brother, but she doesn't know that yet. their parents are deadbeats haha but they're actually both Hunters & are trying to save the world n stuff, ya know abandoning ur kids for the gr8ter good n their safety & all that

- the world is split into 3 (i guess 4?) forces: humans (but they don't rl matter ehh), Hunters, monsters (demons mainly), and celestial beings (angels mainly)

- Ronan is a born Hunter (being a born Hunter means u have naturally good fighting abilities & increased intelligence when it comes to all things monster-related), & he has a very rare ability that basically allows him to burn demons & any other "impure" beings just through touch

- Lila is a Banshee (which puts her on the demon side, so that's why she can't touch Ronan w/o getting hurt), and has been kept in this school/camp (but secretly it's just a prison) for the last 15 years. she's 16 and Ronan is 21 btw.

- until an attack happened (i think??), & basically a whole bunch of stuff happens, their dad dies (😟), Lila breaks out of prison & gains new allies Michael & her cellmate Ann, & they almost f up & let the protag get killed, until Ronan shows up & saves his sister.

- but for some reason Michael & Ann seem to have ulterior motives ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) so either Michael or Lila knocks Ronan out, & boom panic room scene is born.

that's it hfkehjdhwjs 💩💩 later on the demons & angels get involved & Lucifer shows up announcing the identities of his 4 horsemen & whatever else... there r gna be werewolves & bounty hunters & grim reapers & all that good stuff...... haha cheers now imma go read my abandoned drafts & weep abt how creative i used to be cos rip braincells 😎✌️