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A/N: Hey guys! Usually, in a story, you probably would try to skip over the Author's note, and most of you would probably do that here. But I want to thank you guys for even clicking on this piece of work, my first-ever piece of work on Wattpad. So, Thanks!!! Now onto the story!
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The noise of the extravagant celebrations drowned out the sounds of sobbing from a particular man coming from deep within an alleyway. The rustling of the leaves from the cool breeze of the night masked the sounds of a heart-shattering against the cobbled streets. The loud thumps of footsteps approaching hid the twinkling of tears upon the young man's face.
"King?" a young woman questioned, her eyes darting around the darkness in an effort to locate the one she was calling. "Are you hiding here again?"
"Of course, he would be. That bumbling fool hides in the same alleyway each time he gets rejected or dumped. I don't know why he even bothers to try" a grave voice bellowed, with the owner following close behind. "Spectra, for our team's sake, why do you keep supporting this moron's stupid attempts at love?"
Smack! The sound of a hand meeting flesh with intense force chased away the silence and was quickly followed by the agonizing groans of a living being who was forced into the ground headfirst.
"Oh shush, Reaper" remonstrated Spectra, who shook her hand after her brief act of violence. "You're just being moody, like always. Now.... where was I?"
The sounds of sniffling that once oscillated about in the crisp evening air came to a panicked halt and were rapidly followed by the faintest thrum of phantasmal energy and instrument strings. The darkness that flooded the alleyway and shrouded over the young man's entire body drew back as he stepped out to address Spectra and the now unconscious Reaper.
"What do you mean Spectra?" quipped King, but anyone could tell it was fake. Even after years of performing, he still couldn't hide the slightest quiver that followed every syllable that exited his mouth when he was upset. His appearance was perfect, but in his rush he forgot to fix his devastated soul.
"Drop it. Drop the illusion. You're fooling nobody!"
"I-illusion? What do you mean, Spec? You told me to come out and I did. There's no illusion anywhere."
"Did you forget that I am a sorceress?!" huffed Spectra, blowing her dangling white locks away. "I can feel the magic radiating off of you. Your-- thing-- doesn't make it better!"
The air went still as tension began to build between the two party members. The surrounding world didn't matter anymore to either of them, as each attempted to process what had just been said. Their gazes were fixed upon one another; one in disbelief and mournful acceptance, while the other was in regret and concern. After what felt like eons, but in actuality was only a couple of minutes, one of them looked away as their form began to change.
He didn't look so perfect anymore, in fact he looked far from it. From his shaggy and unkept hair, to his rumpled clothes, to the tear trails down his cheeks, King was the literal definition of a mess. In fact, the only things that seemed slightly normal about King at this point in time were his twin azure blue eyes, but even those glowed ever so faintly.
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"Y-you know, you can just call it a curse. We both know what these eyes really mean," mumbled King, his shoulders hunched in a defeated position. "And Reaper's right. My attempts at love are idiotic and disgraceful. Just like I am. Useless to the team, and to love"
Spectra let out a sharp gasp before rushing forward and wrapping her arms tight around her friend. At that moment, the dam broke and tears began to flow freely once more down King's face. All the pain and betrayal he felt over the course of the day shattered the casing he had forced upon them due to the warmth he felt from his best friend. A warmth akin to laying in the sun or having a blanket pulled straight out of the dryer.
"You're the least useless one on our team, King. We all care for you deeply. And everyone struggles with love," Spectra comforted the sobbing young man. "Axel broke up and got back together with them at least 10 times in the last 3 years, before moving on. You just haven't found the right one ye-"
"How can I find the right one?! I'm just a guy who has too much hope in my heart!" King blubbered, forcing himself away from the one aspect of security he had in that moment. "I don't even know why I try! I fall in love too easily, you all know this. I dated Mal for 5 months and was deeply in love!"
"Ignore Mal. You are a nice charming young man! Look at me!" said Spectra, as she jabbed her thumb into her chest, "You might fall in love too easily, but that is because your heart is too big and kind. You are the shooting star that bridges our group together, and without that heart, we all would have killed each other so long ago."
King let out a faint chuckle, while he sniffled and attempted to console himself. Spectra, who noticed, couldn't refrain herself from internally rejoicing at her efforts to cheer-up her friend, and bolster said efforts.
"King, that curse scares others away. People are judgmental, and to be quite frank, insane. I'm a literal elf, people are terrified of my psychic abilities!" Spectra insisted. "You are absolutely perfect the way you are, and to prove it, we're gonna put on a performance at the tavern!" With those words, she spun herself 180 degrees and began marching off for a good bit.
King paled at the thought before wearing a melancholy smile, and rushing off to keep up with her friend, leaving poor Reaper on the streets alone. While he wasn't fully alright emotionally, a good old round of singing and playing instruments could certainly raise anyone's spirits.
"Thanks, Spec. Though please don't try to drink while you do this. Your normal singing is alright, but when you get drunk..." King joked, swinging his hips into hers to knock her off balance slightly. Spectra acknowledged the hip-check with one of her own, before throwing a cautious look at him.
"This is the part where he promises to never fall in love ever again, isn't it?" contemplates Spectra, before the two enter the tavern to have some fun.
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A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reading the prologue! Let me know what you guys think of my writing. I also have images of the characters you saw in this part, so check them out. I hope you will check me out when Chapter 1 officially drops, that's going to be fun. I also want to warn, I have no schedule, so I will post whenever I have the next chapter done. Bye!
King:
Spectra: [https://img.wattpad.com/f49c3de8cf69b4210107e61b5f70581904b92156/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f52576b726d6b312d364f4d5f7a773d3d2d313139313035343032372e313664343131383736646262353836653231383432303938343731352e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Spectra:
and last, but not least, Reaper: [https://img.wattpad.com/bf5289d6f932a8071fd2dc0cbe23ac0efee1b2ce/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6e786f2d2d616f56626779324c513d3d2d313139313035343032372e313664343131386162396534323865323833363633323230303435392e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
and last, but not least, Reaper:
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