The Castle
the centre of royal life
The castle sits at the centre of sprawling grounds containing gardens, training arenas, barracks, the royal stables and Lake Lilith, which is fed by the River Twinge. The royal guards which are stationed at various points around the territory will occasionally check fairiesí identities but are usually happy to let visitors wander around, unless the king orders otherwise. Within the castle itself, the west wing is the personal residence of the royal family, the east wing is the home of the court and the servantsí quarters on the lower levels. The castle is practically impregnable and is well-guarded against attack.


royal men
royal women
Morgana, sister of the King

Lady Alethea
Lady Styx
Captain Flynn
Lord Anapa
Lady Electra
Lady Rhyolite

Residents and Employees

Grayson, Squire
Flynn, Captain of the Royal Guard
Caldera, Royal & Alliance Guard
Dylan, Trainee Guard
Saffron Trainee Guard
Alector, Trainee Guard
Amber, Treasurer
Gavin, Artist
Danny, Royal Doctor
Graeling, Naval Navigator
Mohana, Librarian

Madeline, Housekeeper
Margaret, Kitchen Maid
Alistair, Stable Boy
Luke, Kennel Boy
Cypress, Kennel Boy
Jacopo, Kidnapper

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  • Royal court: The royal court is a place for people to receive an audience with members of the royal family. Petitions can be presented to the king, connections made and events held.
  • Royal stables: The royal stables offers quality horses on lease for a variety of uses.
  • Royal schools: Children can receive private tuition or schooling here.
  • Royal library: The largest collection of written works in all of Shaman.
  • Royal hospital: The only official hospital in Shaman, this is where the sick and wounded are brought to be cared for.
  • Royal gardens: Beautiful and varied gardens which are open to the public. Includes allotments, flower gardens, and open spaces to walk or ride in.
  • Barracks: Royal and Alliance guards and soldiers live in the barracks.
  • Training arena: A well-equipped arena for knights, soldiers and guards to develop their fitness and skills.
Gonna be your saviour part 1

It's time to redefine your deophobic mind
Don't hesitate, no escape
From secrets on the inside
There's nothing left to lose
There's nothing left to prove
Surrender your love, it's all you can doÖYeah!

Glass wanders along, Clouds tanned hand in the pinky red one. They were wandering the Cove, Glass keeping the younger boy happy by making flower shapes out of the sand, then letting them dissolve away back into the ground. Suddenly, the sun is blocked out and Cloudís constant chatter stops. He turns, wide eyed.
Glass, was dat?
The small chocolate eyes widen as he points at a large wall of water. Glass turns transparent eyes to it, before swearing loudly. Before Cloud can giggle at the bad words his older brother had uttered, the wall tries to hit them. Thankfully, Glassí reactions were faster. The sand beineth their feet shifts, solidifying and curling upwards, forming a see through boat. He grasps Cloud close, the small child utters a scream as the water crashes down, trying to crush them with its shear weight. They both scrunch their eyes shut, but because of his transparent eyelids, the older boy can see what was happening with perfect clarity. He feels the surge in him as the telekinesis kicks in, picking the glass craft up, and lifting it away from the wave. It hovers them above the murky water, before dropping them. The craft holds up, but Glass hasnít faired so well. He wraps those transparent skinned arms around his little half brother.
Cloud, stay awake.
His voice tumbles out, before blackness begins to consume him. As darkness falls, he can hear Cloudís panicked voice, calling his name.
Glass? Glass? Glas-? Gla-? Gl-
Emma and Dream run, panicked. Emmaís small hand clutched tightly in Dreamís, the pair keep running faster and faster. But the water catches up with them. Emma screams as the water sweeps around them, snatching Dreamís dark skinned hand form her own pale one. The child flails, the breath knocked out of her. Which way was up? Which way was up? She didnít know, and could feel the breath leaving her. A strong hand reaches down, grasping her wrist and heaving her up. They both surface with loud gasps, terrified and panicked.
Dream, what do we do? I canít swim!
Emmaís young voice is completely freaked out, her breaths in quick bursts, coughing now and then when water sneaks in to her lungs, trying to halt the in take of oxygen.
The blonde demands, turning blue eyes to meet pitch black ones. The panic stops for a moment, and Emma takes comfort in her sisterís firm, determined gaze.
Weíre going to swim. Doggy paddle, like this. Weíre going to swim until we find land, or something to lie on. And then weíll paddle. And if we donít find that, weíll just keep swimming.
Emmaís blue eyes widen.
How long will we have to swim for?
Dream doesnít answer, kicking of with a determined stroke. Emma follows suit, though her doggy paddle isnít any where near as graceful as Dreamís. They swim for what could have been hours, before their eyes focus on something. Itís an odd looking craft, and already two passenger are aboard. One is a boy who looks about Emmaís age, the other is a younger child, probably not even 5 years old yet. They paddle closer, noticing the older boy is out cold.
Can we come aboard?
The younger boy blinks wide brown eyes, before nodding his head. They climb aboard, breathing heavily.
What happened to him?
The younger boyís face crumples, and he begins to cry.
I donít know. HeÖhe made the boat. And then heÖ
The child couldnít finish, breaking into a fresh bout of sobs. Emma blinks, before taking the younger boy into her soaking arms, cuddling him close. Her long blonde ringlets tumble around him, and his sobs quieten.
Iím Emma, and thatís Dream. Whatís your name?
Iím Cloud. And heís Glass. Whatís wrong with him?
Chocolate eyes turn to Dream, who blinks, before smiling.
I think heís just tired.
She hoped.
Fire had been off exploring, enjoying the silence. Mirror Tributaries was very quiet, her mother and uncle out and about, letting the young water manipulator explore. Not that she didnít know this place off by heart, but thatís not the point right? Thereís always something new or exciting that might happen. And she really wished it would. Fire, you know what they say? Be careful what you wish for. As if to answer this though, the water rises quickly. Fire blinks, smiling slightly. But as the water continues to rise, running swiftly from her ankles to her hips, she knows something is wrong. Very wrong. The water doesnít hold a familiar comfort. Instead of a friends hand stroking her legs, a stranger runs vicious hand up her body, squeezing the heat out and painting blue cold fingers on sun kissed flesh. The water continues to rise, the current growing stronger. It picks her off her feet, throwing her out of her home. She panics slightly. Sure, Fire can swim, but this isnít water sheís use to. The current snatches at her, trying hard to tug her under. She flails slightly, her kicking arms doing nothing. The water begins to suck her under, and her breath comes in panicked gasps. Oh the irony. A flame about to be snuffed out by water. But, before that happens, firm hands grasp her collar, hoisting her up. A firm grip is taken, before tugging her back up again. A hard edge catches her ribs, before she slithers, eel like, into seemingly more water. But, there is a floor, she knows coz her face is smooshed against it. Sitting up and dashing copper curls from red eyes, she smiles broadly at the people. One has dark brown skin, two have pale but slightly tanned skin, and the others skin looks like its muscle. But she doesnít question, just smiles.
Woah! That was a close one! Thanks! Iím Fire! Is he alright?
She looks at the unconscious boy with slight concern in her fiery eyes.
Erm, we think heís just tired. I think he made the boat, and stopped it from getting swamped so you know, heís allowed to be tired. Iím Emma, Thatís Dream, and Cloud, and the unconscious boy is Glass. Welcome aboard.
The girl smiled at the youngest girl, and Fire returned the warm gesture. The boat continued on, oblivious to its final destination.

Patrick + Angel, Cloud + Glass,

Dream + Emma, and Fire

What you got, what you want, what you need?
Gonna be your Savior
Everything's gonna crash and break
But I know, yeah I know
What you got, what you want, what you need?
Gonna be your Savior
Everything's gonna crash and break
Your Savior


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