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Soultember Prompt 1: Red String of Fate

Fandom : The Dragon Prince

Waring: Canon Character Death

Summary: Harrow didn't need Viren to tell him his wife had been killed by Thunder, he already knew she was gone.

Queen Sairi was the love of King Harrow's life. They were bound together by fate. When they walked, hand in hand, a red string hung down slightly from their pinky fingers. No matter how difficult life was they knew they had each other.

    When Viren told Harrow that there was a way to save the people of Duren and Katolis from the death that would come with the horrible winter, he felt it was the only solution. Maybe it was.

    Despite Sarai's protest, a few soldiers and the leaders of the two kingdoms left to retrieve the heart of the titan.

    Harrow was unsure when the fight began if they would emerge victorious. When the titan fell everything was worth it. The uninjured assessed the injured and they were ready to go.

    It was a selfless mission. But sacrifices must be made to save a kingdom. A few people for tens of thousands seemed only far. 

    Then he appeared. The king of the dragons was angry. Why were humans on his side of the border? What did they need and what did they destroy?

    When the queens of Duren fell, it felt like the whole world shook for just a moment. Then Viren tried to by them time. The head mage was a strong man but without him the sacrifice of the queens was for nothing.

    Sarai was a strong women. There was no doubt in Harrow's mind that she would return to him. The string that held them together would shorten as they took hands once more. They would return home and would dance in their room, watching the string as they tried to tangle it around themselves, just to see if they could.

    Harrow wanted her ride away. He looked at the tine red line that never let them play a fair game or hide and seek and smiled.

    As the soldiers approached their side of the border the king felt his finger start to burn.  

    Snap.

    Harrow felt a sharp pain in his pinky finger. The long red string that once connected him to his Queen had broken.

    This couldn't be right. Any moment now Sarai would come back up the hill, back to him. She had to. Harrow wasn't sure he could do this without her. He wasn't sure how he'd live on or how he'd explain to his sons what happened to their mother.

    The string tied itself into a neat bow, the excess hanging maybe an inch off of his finger. Harrow's heart felt like it stopped beating. Sarai was gone, his love was gone.

    Viren walked up the hill, confirming the news. Three mothers had died that day. The mage looked at Harrow's hand, a red string now visible, "I'm so sorry."

    Harrow said nothing. Tears fell silently down his face. They fell to the ground as others went to retrieve the three bodies from the field.

    He fidgeted with the short tail of the string unconsciously as the three women were brought up the hill. The walk home felt shorter and longer than it had felt before. Harrow wouldn't remember most of it.

    It was fate for the two to fall in love. Who knew fate could be so cruel.

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Soultember Prompt 2: Soul Freckles

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Ship: Rayllum

  When kids are young, seeing shapes in freckles is playful. However when the kids started to get older, they began to be told that somewhere written on their bodies by these little specks of color, was a hint to who their soulmate was.

    Rayla was always confused about the freckles on her collarbone. She knew that they would lead her to her soulmate but she couldn't figure out what they meant. They made two backwards Cs with a line at the bottom.

    Callum never understood his freckles. They resembled a full moon. He used to think it was just a circle until he traced the dotted lines inside of it.  The pattern rested on his collarbone. He wished to know who this mysterious stranger was who he was bound to by fate itself.

    The moon shape always worried Sairi and Harrow. They tried to not think too hard about it or to let their worry get in the way of Callum's excitement and detective work.

    Callum never understood their anxiety, why would his soulmate make them so, scared? Worried didn't quite seem right.

    As time passed on, Rayla and Callum grew up. Callum became a big brother and lost his mother. He started training with Soren and drew as much as he could.

    Rayla trained to be an assassin with Runnian. She lost her parents to the battle at the Strom Spire, and now was on a mission to kill the king of Katolis.

    Life takes you places you don't expect. A mission of death led to Rayla and Callum meeting. It led to a beautiful friendship and a prettier romance. As soon as the mage used Aspiro, Rayla understood what the dots on her collarbone meant. The idiot that she was traveling to Xadia with, was her idiot.

    Callum took a little more time to understand. The hints were supposed to be small. There was a curl irony to meet your forever love on the day you lose someone so important to you.

    "So, did you ever make out your soulmate mark?" Rayla asked.

    "I think so. My mom and stepdad used to be really worried about it, but I think they would like her." Callum blushed, "How about you?"

    "I think so." She smiled, "so what is it?"

    "It's a full moon." He pulled his shirt down to show Rayla. "What's yours?"

    "It's a spell." Mimicking Callum, she pulled her collar down to reveal her freckles.

    "Hey! That's Aspiro!"

    Rayla giggled, "yeah, It is." The two were silent for a moment. "we should get going, gotta get Zym home."

    "Yeah."

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Soultember Prompt 3: First Words

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Summary: The first words your soulmate will ever tell you is tattooed somewhere on your body. Tech and Phee are about to meet for the first time.

  The concepts of soulmates always fascinated Tech. How could the universe know exactly who you would fall in love with or be extremely close to. The fact that someone could be distended to meet, that destiny it's self existed, was quite intriguing.

    He analyzed his words closely. "Hey now, got a name brown eyes?" Clearly their speech patter now informal. He'd have to correct that. The nickname brown eyes was quite strange. All clones had brown eyes. Well most.

    The writing rested on the inner part of his wrist. Tech liked looking at the tattoo. If fate existed then he had to at least live long enough to meet them.

    Phee questioned hers. 'A clone?' she wondered. It wasn't until the war that she knew she'd have to find him out of thousands of thousands of men. At least she'd have a big extended family.

    After the war, Tech knew he'd find them because of the missions they would go on for Cid. Well he didn't know but it just right.

    "Hey now got a name, brown eyes?"

    "Tech, However the phenotypic eye color for all clones is brown."

    Something felt familiar about the words.

    "Brown eyes?" Tech repeated.

    "Tech?"

     Wrecker shook Tech out of excitement. "Tech! You found her!"

     "Yes, I did."

     Phee smiled, "well it's nice to meet you, soulmate."

    "It is nice to meet you as well. Can we get on with the meeting?"

    "Tech, this is a big deal. The meeting can wait just a minute."

    "I do not know Phee. Our relationship should grow as we talk."

    Echo got ready to do damage control. Then Phee spoke, "I think that would be great."

    Hunter smiled softly. He knew this would go well. Maybe not in his head but in his heart.

    "I have questions to ask later on the statistics of your tattoo as well as your thoughts." Tech said l.

    "I can't wait, Tech." Phee smiled. Then meeting continued.

Soultember Prompt 4: Fun Holidays, Handwriting day Jan 23ed

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Summary: When your soulmate writes on themself it appears on your skin too. Soren likes writing his soulmate and Corvus sort of likes answering.

  'Heyyyyyy' Soren wrote on his arm, 'how are you?'

    Corvus looked down at his arm, feeling a slight tingle in it. It was his soulmate. He always felt his soulmate was a little too silly for him. He was so serious and quiet but they were funny and energetic.

    Soren checked his arm throughout the day, waiting for his soulmate to respond. 'Hello????' He wrote impatiently.

    A tingle, 'hello.'

    'Oh hi! How are you?'

    'Fine, how are you?'

    'I'm good!' Soren fawned over his soulmate's handwriting. It was so clear and neat.

    Corvus sighed at his. He wondered what fate could have in store for two people who clearly seemed to be opposites. When he talked to Gren about it he said 'opposites attract.' It was the most, least helpful piece of advice he could have given him.

    Grabbing a cloth Corvus dipped it in water. He gently ran the damp cloth over his arm and dried it off. Sitting on his bed, he put water back on the floor.

    As the lines smeared, Soren took a cloth from the table. He couldn't find any water so he tried to just use the fabric to get rid of the ink. Placing the cloth of his skin he roughly pushed the cloth into his skin, trying to keep the smudging at a minimum.

    'Take your time.'

    Soren Smiled. He drew a little happy face and put the pen down. Leaving his room, he set off to get some water.

    Gren walked into Corvus's quarters. "What are you up too?"

    "My soulmate wrote. He sure likes to."

    "I think he'll be good for you" Gren smiled and walked over to the bed. "Someone has to get you out of your shell."

    Corvus ignored the commander's comment.

    "What do you know about him?"

    "Not much, we can't share our names. He's in the crown guard of Katolis."

    "See, you already have something in common! You're both in the Katolis military!"

    "I suppose we are."

    Soren walked right into Callum as he rubbed the drying ink off his arm. "Hey step-prince!"

    "Oh, hey Soren."

    Callum looked at Soren's arm, "writing your soulmate?"

    "Yep!"

    "How's it going?"

    "Good! He actually wrote back for once!"

    "Have fun with that. Tell them I said hi."

    "Will do, step prince."

    Soren rushed off to his room where he could continue talking to his mystery person. 'Im back!'

    Gren grabbed Corvus's arm, "what did he say?"

    "I'm, not sure." He drew a question mark next to the illegible words

    The guard chuckled then wrote slower. "I'm back." He spoke to himself.

    Corvus smiled. 'I see that.'

    The two wrote for a little longer before someone walked into the tracker's quarters, "both of you are needed by General Amaya."

    "Okay. Tell her we'll be right there." Gren got up, "let him know that we need to go."

    Corvus quickly but neatly wrote that he had to go. He pulled his sleeve down, leaving the ink there. Most of it had dried.

    The guard took his chance. He pulled his pen out and started to trace what his soulmate had said. Each stroke was placed with deliverance.

    Though the meeting Corvus had a hard time concentrating; the tingling feeling from his soulmate writing in his arm almost worried him.  It felt like it was always the same thing in the same place.

    As soon as the meeting was over, Corvus, followed by Gren, walked back to his quarters. He threw the door open pulling his sleeve up. There was, nothing new?

    The tingling was still there. He had to be okay. Gren handed him the wet rag and he quickly scrubbed the ink off. But nothing changed.

    Soren felt a change. He grabbed the rag by his bed and cleaned his arm off.

    'Are you okay?' This time it was Soren who drew the question marks.

    'Are you okay?'

    'Yeah why?'

    'You were just writing a lot. What did you write?' Corvus sighed and turned to Gren, "he's okay."

    "That's good."

    'I was tracing your words. I like your handwriting and want to have better handwriting so you don't have to draw so many question marks '

    Corvus smiled. 'Thats sweet.' His stomach filled with butterflies.

    'Awww thanks!'

    Gren sat down next to Corvus, handing him a rag so he could clean off his arm. He took the cloth and rubbed it on his arm.

    'Im going to go train for a little bit. I'll write to you later!" Soren rubbed everything but that off.

    'Okay.' Corvus laid down.

    "I told you it would be okay."

    "You were right."

Soultember Prompt 5: Color one from 2018 list

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Summary: People are colorblind until you see your soulmate for the first time. Amaya never expected to be looking at her enemy as the world lit up around her.

    The breach had never looked so beautiful. It had always been a place of death and fear but right now it was lit up by color. It stunned Amaya for a moment, the color that erupted from the lava.

    The moment of admiration quickly faded to dread. Why here? Why now? Why, her? The general looked back to her opponent, a skilled Sunfire elf. She looked just as surprised.

    Then the elf drew her sword. It was colorful, the blade being different shades of, green? No yellow. It looked lively in the same way that Sairi had told her.

    Amaya drew her sword. She looked at it, curious to see how it changed. Nope still gray. Something seemed wrong about fighting the women you're destined to love.

    Even if they were soulmates they were enemies first. They attached each other but both soldiers couldn't help but get distracted. The bright colors that surrounded them, the overwhelming feeling of the world looking so different. 

    The colors were the only destination. There was something alluring about the elf. Every part of Amaya felt that this was wrong. It felt traitorous to feel that way.  

    When their fight ended Janai wandered around, taking in the sights of the world.

    Amaya wasn't going to tell anyone. But when she arrived at the base and saw Gren she couldn't help but smile. He looked good in color. His hair was definitely not what she had been expecting. It was like a lighter version of the lava.

    'What are you so smiley about?' Gren signed.

    'Just happy to see you' she replied.

    Gren smiled. That was sweet.

    Amaya's smile slowly faded. She didn't want to lie. Gren was her closest friend, she should tell him. He was unwavering in his optimism, he'd find the positive.

    Then she looked at him. She had to come to terms with it first. She couldn't tell Gren, at least not yet.

    For the next few days Amaya wondered about the elven stranger. She was a good fighter, strong, beautiful, and dangerous.

    When night fell that day, the general rode up to the breach. She knew it wasn't a good idea but, she had to know. When she got off her horse, she went to where the two had met.

    And she wasn't the only one there. The elf sat near the edge of the path. She looked gorgeous. It pained Amaya, finding beauty in Xadia. She hated it, she hated her self for it.

    Then the elf stood. Amaya waved. The soldier looked at her, "what are you doing here?" She asked.

    'Looking for you' she signed.

    "What?"

    Grabbing a piece of paper, a feather, and an ink well, Amaya questers to the ground. Unsure the elf walked over and sat down. Then the human did.

    Amaya grabbed the feather gently and wrote, 'Im deaf.'

    The elf looked at her and reached her hand out for the pen. She took it and dipped it in the ink. 'Okay'.

    Amaya took it back. 'So, you're my soulmate?'

    'And you're mine?'

    They looked at each other.

    "This alone is treason." The elf sighed.

    'It is' Amaya wrote. 'What's your name?'

    The elf grabbed the feather carefully, 'Janai.'

    'Im Amaya.'

    "Amaya" Janai said. It sounded right, saying her name. She hated it in the best way she could.

    Maybe this would be okay. Everything had to be okay. Fate wouldn't be so cruel as to connect them only to have it be impossible to love each other right?

    'Do you like color?' Amaya wrote.

    The two's hands touched as they exchanged the feather. 'I do, do you?'

    'I do. Got a favorite?'

    "I'm not sure what it's called but-' then she pointed to a color on her armor.

    'Yellow?'

    "How do you know?"

    'My sister used to tell what the colors looked like. She said it was bright and lively; the color of the sun.' 

    'Oh, you have a sister?'

    Amaya nodded sadly. She grabbed the pen and dipped it into the ink. 'She's dead.'

    "Oh, I'm so sorry."

    Amaya didn't say anything.

    Janai grabbed the pen softly, 'What's your favorite color?'

    She pointed at the color of her armor, 'blue.'

    "How did she describe blue?"

    'The color of the sky and of the ocean but also sadness.'

    Janai tried to look at the sky but clouds blocked her way. They stayed over the breach, making the area darker than the rest of the land around it.

    'If you want we can take a walk? I can tell you what color some things are. If I'm right anyway.'

    Janai looked unsure, "to do that we'd need to leave the breach."

    'Then I'll follow you'

    "Are you sure?"

    Amaya nodded. She stood up and extended her hand out for Janai.

    Janai led the way. It was the first time in nine years that Amaya had been in Xadia. It felt different being there just to talk instead of going to kill.

    Deep down she knew this wouldn't be the last time she'd be in Xadia to see Janai and the more she thought about it, the more she was okay with it. Fate would have brought them together for a reason and maybe that reason was simply to love each other.