HELLO EVERYONE
MADE Y’ALL SOME COMICS! I was playing around with an incorrect quote generator, and this ended up as the result. which is really, really funny. So I hope you enjoy them. They’re really quickly drawn so not my best artwork, but they’re meant to be funny.
First is Sadha and Leo, then just Leo, then Halen, and then Nathius and Halen for two comics, and then the last one is Nathius and Halthadius.
NONE OF THESE ARE ACTUAL CHECKMATE QUOTES, THESE ARE INCORRECT QUOTES THAT SEEM IN CHARACTER SO I DREW THEM CUZ I THOUGHT THEY WERE FUNNY! *ahem* my disclaimer. Anyway. ENJOY
Nathius’s sort of cut off line there is “I hope you got something from that”
The “this duck” line from Halthadius made me laugh. I know this seems out of character and like it wouldn’t happen, but…honestly…
trust me.
It would.
GONNA GIVE Y’ALL THE REST OF THE ANQUITES STORY (PARTS 10-13)
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Part Ten
Anquites came downstairs to find Alevtina being completely silent as Agnatus held her. Once he spotted Anquites and Rucchio returning through the doorway, however, he put her on one of the armchairs and ran over to them.
“Thank goodness! Alevtina wouldn’t tell me anything–she’s being quite stubborn about it,” Agnatus told Anquites in a slightly whiny voice.
“You shouldn’t have asked her,” Anquites said darkly. “And trust me, you don’t want to know.”
“What?” Agnatus asked as Anquites strode past him and picked up Alevtina, sitting down with her in his lap. “What’s happened–” he started to say, but Rucchio caught his attention and nodded at the door.
Once they had gone, Anquites hugged Alevtina tightly against him.
“I won’t let anything hurt you, I promise,” he whispered reassuringly. “Don’t you think for a minute that I’d ever abandon you.”
Alevtina whimpered and clung to him tightly.
It felt like the shortest time in the world before Rucchio and Agnatus returned. Agnatus wore an expression of the utmost shock, but it was nothing compared to the way that Anquites felt. Rucchio, however, looked angry.
“What do we do?” Anquites asked Rucchio fearfully.
“Go home for now,” Rucchio insisted. Anquites and Agnatus immediately began to talk at the same time in protest, but Rucchio held up his hands for silence and they subsided. “Do as I say. Rest assured, your father will not be as esteemed tomorrow morning, but I need a bit of time to make everything happen.”
Anquites and Agnatus were more than reluctant to leave after what had happened, but Rucchio left no room for argument. Soon after, they took their sister with them and set off for home.
As they walked down the street, Anquites dimly registered that it was dusk. He could barely force his feet to keep moving towards his house, as he did not know what awaited there.
When Agnatus opened the front door and Anquites carried the now-asleep Alevtina inside, the house was dark. Anquites shivered at the cold feeling that washed over him. Alevtina stirred in her sleep and held onto her brother even more tightly. Even Agnatus shuddered and his eyes widened.
“I can feel it,” he whispered to Anquites, who nodded. “It’s so…”
But as Agnatus trailed off, Anquites realized that there really were no words that could describe the feeling, which disturbed him deeply.
“Let’s just go upstairs,” Anquites suggested, and Agnatus nodded.
“But can we all stick together?” Agnatus asked as they walked towards the stairs.
“Of course,” Anquites told him firmly. “Nobody is going out of my sight.”
They decided to stay in Agnatus’s room, which had a larger window that faced east. They would awake with the sun and hopefully get out of the house before Hiffson noticed.
Anquites wasn’t sure why, but he just didn’t feel safe. He wanted to magically lock the door, but Agnatus insisted it was too risky and that their father would realize that they knew what he’d done.
Although, ten minutes later, Anquites heartily wished he had ignored his brother’s concerns and locked the door with his magic as best he could, for Hiffson had already figured out everything.
He had seen Anquites in the doorway of the kitchen when Alevtina had come down the stairs because of the noise her footsteps had made.
The knocking on Agnatus’s bedroom door made all three children jump in fright.
Anquites took Alevtina in his arms again and retreated to the far corner of the room while Agnatus answered as nonchalantly as he could. As Agnatus was a fairly good actor, however, the overall effect was very convincing.
“What is it?” Agnatus asked in his usual bored voice.
Hiffson simply knocked again. Anquites sat down behind the other edge of Agnatus’s bed with Alevtina in his arms, out of sight of the doorway. He peeked over the bed long enough to see Agnatus’s anguished expression and motion to him not to open the door.
Agnatus looked at him sadly and jerked his head in the direction of the door just before it opened and Hiffson Yraisha strode into the room, his eyes alight with malice.
“Well?” he asked Agnatus. “Where’s your brother?”
“I don’t know,” Agnatus lied smoothly, shrugging easily. “On a walk, I suppose. At least that’s where he said he was going.”
As Agnatus spoke, Anquites slowly and silently shoved himself and Alevtina under Agnatus’s bed. Once the covers were pulled over the gap between bed and floor, the darkness was complete. Hiffson would not find them, if Agnatus kept up his act.
“Where are they, Agnatus?” Hiffson’s cold voice reached him once more.
Anquites shivered slightly under the bed. His heart pounded against his ribs, terrifying him even more, making him believe that it must quiet down or Hiffson would hear it.
“I already told you, I don’t know!” Agnatus said angrily, sitting on his bed in a relaxed way. “Why don’t you go look for them if you’re so set on finding them?”
“Them?” Hiffson asked quickly, and Agnatus hurriedly recovered from his slip of tongue.
“He took Alevtina for a walk–at least that’s what he said he was doing when he left–about a half hour ago.”
Hiffson glared at Agnatus.
“You weren’t here a half hour ago,” Hiffson whispered dangerously. “Now I’ll ask you for the last time, Agnatus,” he said in his iciest, most terrifying voice. “Where is Anquites?”
There was complete silence.
Anquites left Alevtina under the bed and rolled out from under it on the side opposite the door and stood up.
“I’m right here,” Anquites said bravely, though he didn’t feel brave whatsoever. Hiffson started in surprise, but recovered quickly and narrowed his eyes at Anquites.
“Why were you hiding from me, Anquites?” Hiffson asked in an odd voice, cocking his head to the side slightly.
“I didn’t want to see you,” Anquites said truthfully.
Hiffson laughed, a cold, cruel sound. He could tell Anquites was frightened of him and that was exactly what he wanted.
“Do not worry, son, for soon you will not even remember why you do not wish to see me. Agnatus, Anquites, come.” There was no room for argument. Agnatus and Anquites followed their father out of the room, leaving Alevtina lying under the bed.
Part Eleven
Once Hiffson had them both downstairs, Anquites knew exactly what his father was going to do. Hiffson was going to remove their memories–but Anquites couldn’t let that happen.
Anquites’s mind raced from idea to idea and finally he remembered something he’d read in an advanced textbook. He had never tried it, as he was not yet advanced, nor could he remember all the details. Praying that it was right, he muttered the enchantment as he walked behind Agnatus and hoped that his brother would pretend not to remember.
Hiffson had already started his own incantation as Anquites stood next to Agnatus. He could not remember how to cast the spell on himself and even then, as Hiffson was preparing to make them forget everything, he wondered whether it would be better. Perhaps it would be better not to remember what had happened.
But then Anquites remembered old man Rucchio and what he would say if he could know what Anquites was thinking. “Don’t let them make your life for you, laddie, shape it into whatever you want it to be.”
And then Anquites knew.
He would not forget.
He was the most powerful warlock in centuries.
He couldn’t let himself forget.
A thrill ran through him as he cast the incantation silently upon himself, and though he could feel it only working feebly, as though it had lost power because he had not used his voice, he knew that even if it didn’t hold, he would not forget. He was powerful enough to resist everything that Hiffson could do to him.
Hiffson kept chanting louder and louder and soon enough, Anquites felt the magic shove through him. He fell to his knees, but he did not give in. Agnatus was on the floor, seemingly unconscious, but Anquites knew his enchantment would hold. Hiffson’s magic was chaotic and strong and forceful, but yet Anquites fought. It felt like an icy wind, sweeping through him. The blue glow around him made him angry and there was suddenly a reddish shielding glow in front of his eyes. There was also a red glow around Agnatus. Anquites felt a spark of hope in his chest. They would not forget.
And then it stopped. The magic faded and Anquites was still awake, but he fell to the floor as though it had knocked him out in order to make Hiffson believe it had worked. For that was crucial–Hiffson must believe that both of his sons thought him innocent.
A few moments later, Anquites simply pretended to wake up, sitting up and greeting his father, and asking how he’d got there and what his name might be. Agnatus did the same, and soon enough Hiffson was annoyed enough to tell them both to go upstairs to their rooms.
Then they decided, on the way upstairs, that they’d switch rooms in order to make it seem like they didn’t know whose room was whose. But that all changed when they reached Agnatus’s room to find Alevtina, for Alevtina was not under the bed.
She wasn’t in the closet, either.
Nor was she in any other room on the second floor, or in any closet or cupboard or any other place she could possibly hide.
Hiffson left the house ten minutes later, and Anquites and Agnatus searched the house for hours, calling her name.
But Alevtina had simply vanished.
Part Twelve
The very next morning at dawn, warlock officials arrived to take Hiffson away, and Rucchio was with them.
As the warlocks forced the struggling, angry Hiffson into the prison cart, Agnatus told Rucchio that Alevtina was missing.
“We’d better find her soon–she’s only four! She’d never survive two days without us!” Agnatus told Rucchio in anguish.
“That’s true, matey, but we can’t go jumpin’ to conclusions now,” Rucchio told him calmly. “We’ll tell the officials and they’ll look for her, see? Not much we can do just by ourselves.”
“Where are they taking him?” Anquites asked Rucchio quietly and suddenly, for he hadn’t spoken all that morning until then.
“Some asylum in Kunczechzki. Rest assured, he’ll be there for a long while, laddie,” Rucchio said, patting the older twin on the shoulder reassuringly.
Anquites sighed sadly. He’d failed Alevtina–he’d broken his promise. There was no way he could protect her if he didn’t know where she was. And he knew he would live in constant fear of his father despite him being safely locked away in the insane asylum in the northern country.
Nothing more could be done. Agnatus and Anquites took their belongings and moved to Rucchio’s house, as he had told them the house needed more noise, and they simply stayed there for the rest of the day, attempting to process everything that had happened.
Part Thirteen
There was no funeral for Wjnya Yraisha. Nobody asked where she’d gone, nobody wondered what exactly had happened to the Yraisha household, for nobody wished to associate with them any longer as Hiffson Yraisha was mentally insane.
Alevtina Yraisha was sorely missed and mourned by her brothers, for she was never found dead nor alive.
Rucchio Mankai left his home when his adopted sons Anquites and Agnatus went to university, travelling through the mountains alone. He never returned, but some say he’s still out there, enjoying his current peace; watching and waiting for the moment he’s needed most.
Agnatus Yraisha was hailed as the “rising star of the new century” and had been well on the path to becoming the High Councilman until his untimely demise at the age of forty in a rather unfortunate house fire.
Anquites Yraisha made it the furthest anyone in his family had gone, becoming High Councilman at the age of forty-one and helping King Valhen rule the kingdom of Guyajndenma until a fellow Councilmember by the name of Herutta Magochi murdered him with magic in the form of fire at the age of forty-six.
And yet, as Hiffson was most certainly alive, there was still time for the Yraishas to be widely known, for their name to be said throughout the kingdoms.
Or perhaps it was not Hiffson who would make their family’s name revered…perhaps there was another.
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NOT EXACTLY THE END, BUT HEY
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Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed the story! Hopefully next week I can put up some different writing for you to enjoy. Hope you enjoyed these and the incorrect quotes.
Yes, yes, I know its been ten days. But I’m doing better than literal months!
Alright, that’s it for now y’all.
I am going to the beach for all of next week by the way. Still suffering under microbiology, but that’s fine, I got this!
Alright. See y’all later!
–TheNoelleBird <3
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