"Where the Love Laws lay down who should be loved. And how. How much."

-Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

Welcome to my Av2 short stories thread. Here I will spin stories of the hidden loves of the characters, hidden because they defy the conventions. Oh and Amanda owns the game, characters, etc. I'm just a fanfic writer.

I also accept suggestions of possible pairings but I'll only write if I can visualize a good plot.

Love Laws

1. The Warmth of the Snow (Wart x Snow Queen)
2. Even Witches Feel Lonely Too (Heptitus x ?? )
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The Warmth of the Snow

"Wart! You abominable imp, where are you? Show yourself! Stop giggling! Have you found me a kingdom?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I’ve found a kingdom in a land far to the east. A kingdom of snow and ice, just as you’ve requested. It is called Shaenlir."

"Excellent, I shall take it as my own."

"Now that I’ve helped you, I want the jewels that you’ve promised me. May I have them?"

"Of course not! I have other uses for you. Complete them for me and I may let you live."

"I am a poor imp with few powers, what need have you of me?"

"You have the magic of trickery. It is not enough to rule the world, but I can use it to make one kingdom bow at my feet."

"This wasn’t our bargain! Give me my reward!"

"Fine! Take it."

"What have you done to me? I’m… human!"

"No, you are not just any human. You are my new Master of Arms."

"You will stay close to me and allow me to use your magic to control the kingdom of Shaenlir. Oh, and Wart… if you kill me, you will never regain your true form. Be a good servant and I may eventually let you go."

"Nooooo!"

"You see, imp, I can play tricks too. Take me to Shaenlir!"

...

"Wart, what news have you?"

"I discovered an elf girl of great magical potential."

"Has she come into her powers yet?"

"No, your majesty. She does not know she can use magic."

"Good. She will make an excellent sacrifice."

"Now that you have what you want, will you turn me back into an imp, your majesty? Will you let me go?"

"No Wart, your part in this has just begun."

...

Her cold blue eyes.

That’s what seared into my memory when I saw her pass by together with her dark-skinned sister. She didn’t see me but the sister did. The sister saw something in my eyes that shouldn’t have been there.

With an evil smirk, she approached me after her sister wandered off. “What were you ogling at, imp?”

“The jewelries around her neck,” I answered, bowing courteously.

The witch bored her eyes into mine but could not discern whether I was telling the truth or not. I chuckled inwardly. I wasn’t the master of trickery for nothing.

Convinced that I was telling the truth, she spoke again. “If jewelries are what you want, go to my sister. She’ll cram jewels enough on your throat until it burst!” Then she laughed at her own joke.

I laughed—or rather, giggled—with her. I could not risk her displeasure.

“What are you laughing at, you imp? Go to her!”

(...to be continued...)

oh great.. something different from AV 1 stories.. hope to read more

May I ask for a request? I'm pretty sure that this is a crack pairing, but to say the least, I'm a serious shipper of it! How about Iya/Nicholas? XD

then what would happen to ean??? but to say i think it would be a very comical if ean is not very hurt

ooh, i like it.. something that people normally wouldn't try

Oh my goodness, Medea! You're back in the Tavern! *sends Devin to Neverland instead, since Tavern isn't safe*

I missed your stories A LOT. This one has an interesting take. Snow QueenXWart. And I thought he was always a greedy little bat. XD

Can't wait for the continuation, as well as the other "Love" Stories.

Oh...one last thing:

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LOL. Any relationship to that "elf girl"? Sounds like you could be related to her. If so, sounds like I better watch out for her too. jk

GREAT TO SEE YOU BACK!!

This looks interesting. Crack or non canonical pairings are the types I like. I have a pairing in mind at the top of my head... Although, I'm not sure if it's a good idea to suggest it. I liked "The Warmth of Snow", it's a nice short.

@Enchantress: Thankies. :}
@Winter: Hm,I'll try tothink of something but no promises. ;}
@puppis/hikari: haha, I got tired with the common/canonical pairings. I want something... new.xD Anyway thanks for the support.
@Dis: Why yes. That elf girl happens to be the niece of a foundling sister's third cousin on my mother's side.lol Thankies Dis.And while you're here, finish Separate Lives will you?You got your readers dying to know the events that led to Av1.

Anyways, I apologize for the delay. Life has a stranglehold of me. But I think I'll be posting the second story anytime this week.
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(...continuation...)

I prostrated myself before the woman with the wintry aura. I could feel my blood freeze. “Your Highness.”

She looked down at me, her eyes narrowing. She was trying to fathom me like her sister. Ah, she would fail.

I risked a glance at her cold blue eyes and I saw something flicker in them. But it was only for a moment. She smiled. “This imp will do, sister.”

The dark-skinned witch cackled. “I’m glad that our trip to this goddess-forsaken place didn’t take long. Are you sure this vermin is good enough?”

“Imp, you have the powers of trickery, am I right?”

For that split second, I almost dropped my façade. But I couldn’t let myself fall vulnerable. Not to her. “Yes, Your Highness.”

“See here, sister, this imp doesn’t have powers strong enough to be noticed by Mother. But his powers of trickery is more useful than anything else.”

The dark murky eyes of the witch glistened with glee. “Ah, manipulation. Using others to do our dirty work.” She laughed out loud. “How true. You heard that, vermin? You should be eternally grateful to us for giving purpose to your miserable life.” In one swift motion, she grabbed my neck with her claw-like hands. “Listen imp. Don’t you dare betray us or you shall taste my wrath.”

I was choking. With the tight grip she had on my neck. With fear.

“Sister we want him alive not dead.”

The dark-skinned witch cackled. “Right. We want him alive. For now.” She let go of my bruised neck. “Let us leave before that old bat notice that we’ve gone missing.”

***

She was cruel. She would use anyone unabashedly. Like she used me. She had tricked me, turned me into a human to make sure that I would remain her captive until she finds no more use for me.

I thought that once I brought the elf girl to her, she would find no more use for me.
But even after I brought the elf girl to her, she still would not let me go. I was cursed to stay be her side.

I had often observed my new form in the mirrors made from ice in the castle of Shaenlir. I looked like an ordinary human with green eyes and dark brown hair. I was not old and ugly at least. The age of my human form corresponds to my age in my imp form, meaning since I was still relatively young in my imp form, I’m still young in my human form. And in these moments I often feel strange sinful thoughts crossing my mind.

***

I had known the Snow Queen long before. She was still called Ishtar then. The Nymph of Compassion.

I had strayed to the world of the humans one day. I had been experimenting with my magic and overcome by curiosity, I wanted to see what lies beyond the barren field of demons and imps. But the moment I went through the portal that divided the two worlds I ran into hunters and adventurers. Eager to try their skills they started hurling spears and brandishing their swords.

Being a weak defenseless imp that I am I thought that my end has come.

“Stop!” a beautiful voice called out. The hunters stopped to look at the intruder. Opening my swollen eyes I beheld a nymph in white.

“And who the hell are you? A Spirit?” one of the brutes spat. He turned to attack her, not knowing that she was a nymph. With one wave of her hand, she freezed the hunters.

She approached me and held me. It was the first time anybody had held me. She saw the question in my eyes and said to me, “I cannot let the strong bully the weak.”

“But I—I am an imp,” I stammered.

“Yet you did not come here to wreak chaos,” she smiled. “Imp or human doesn’t make a difference to me. I will help those who are in need.”

At that moment something stirred inside me. It was desire. Desire for that warmth that this creature of ice and cold possesses. But slowly this desire turned into something corrupt.

It was one thing to desire compassion. And quite another to desire the nymph of compassion.

As soon as I had recovered she had sent me back to the demon world. Never to see her again. Until that day when she and her sister came looking for someone they could use.

***

There are times when she would seem so weak and vulnerable. Her face would become paler than usual. And she would have difficulty standing up. Then she would whisper softly, “I will sleep for a little while. Guard me, Wart.”

She had been working on relentlessly, to cover the world in ice. And she needed these brief moments of rest to be able to continue her goal.

“Yes Your Highness.” She would lay herself in the large mattress and her eyes would slowly close, as if she was afraid I would attempt something as she was sleeping. That hurt me more than anything.

Yes, I hated her. I hated her coldness. I hated her deceit. I hated her megalomania. I hated her for not having a heart.

For compassion.

For love.

But.

“You know I would never betray you, my Queen,” I muttered once when I thought she was already sleeping.

To my surprise, she chuckled softly. “I know that Wart. I just want you to be the last thing I see before I sleep. It makes me sleep better, knowing you’re there.”

I could feel my heart constricting, trying to find some deeper meaning to her words. But I know very well that there was none.

***

As I stood by her, I often wondered if her lips were as icy cold as the air that surrounds her now. Would it freeze the lips that dare kiss them? Then I would feel my face burning.

Damn this human tendency to go red in the face!

Then I would realize yet again that I was in love with her.

Madly, unforgivably, sinfully.

There are some boundaries that cannot—should not be transgressed. An imp cannot love a nymph. In idle moments, I have often wondered why this is so. Who had dictated who we could love and who we could not love? Or rather, who could love and who could not love? Imps should not love. But the reason why everybody thinks we don’t is because we were banished into a realm where we can not possibly know love. In the barren realm of the demons and menial creatures, what is there to love?

Ah if I had never known her, never felt her warmth, things wouldn’t have become so complicated.

It is because of her compassionate nature that she was enslaved by her sister. Only she would approach her when all the other nymphs would hide. Foolish nymph.

But that was the reason why I love her.

And because I loved her, I knew that it would be best if she was set free. But I just couldn’t. I wanted to continue living in this illusion.

***

As I exclaimed “I’m free! I’m free!”, I could feel a crushing loneliness in my chest. I’m free. Yes, I’m finally free from this foolish passion. I’m finally free from trickery and deceit.

I could no longer cherish the hope that she would look at me in a different way. For as long as she had darkness in her soul, I felt that we had something in common. My soul was filled with darkness and deceit. And I had a human form. Distasteful as it is, an imp is even more repulsive.

Now, she is back to being the pure nymph she was before I first saw her. And I am back to being a poor imp with a few powers.

I’m finally free.

(...end...)

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Next Story: Even Witches Feel Lonely
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Anybody knows what happened to the Mountain King? :-?

I like this story, Medea!

Asfor the thing what happened next to the snow queen, there is no absolute information about it.

Maybe this could help:
http://www.amaranthia.com/modules/new ... wmode=flat&pid=0&forum=12

Thanks Stardale. Oh crap. Nobody really knows then? Hm, fanfic material.lol But it's... canonical. :/

sorry Medea i dont... but seriously the story was awesome.. i liked it a lot...

I liked the ending. Not too sappy, not extremely romantic either.

Aww, poor Wart. I actually feel sorry for him. Guess he was no Mountain King after all.

Speaking of which, nope, nothing has been said about the Mountain King's whereabouts. He might be long dead since AV2 in 200 years into the future. Then again, he might not...Open for interpretation, I guess.

Interesting thing I hadn't realized until now: It's no wonder the Snow Queen believed in fairies in AV1. She's a nymph! hahaha Hmm...but where are her wings?...o.O

Can't wait for Heptitus' match!

Great as always, Queen.

(p.s. the fact that you are related to Iya has put me on high alert. Thank You! ^^)

Actually, the Mountain King's in the Arshta Isles, the Snow Queen is at the mainland. So, I have my doubts that the guy is dead. It could be that the Snow Queen still lives with him, but the Snow Queen we saw could be a completely different person from the one in Av1. Unless that really is the Snow Queen from Av1 for some reason...

That was so poetic! I loved it.

this is awesome

This story's interesting. haha. What about Ava/Jack? That's just a random suggestion, though.

Oh pfft. I just killed the Mountain King. I'll just modify this story if ever I'll be able to shed some light over the mystery surrounding him. xD

Anyways, thankies for the support!

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Even Witches Feel Lonely
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Even witches feel lonely too.

In Bogwood, the other witches would not approach me. They envy me, yes. But they avoided me nonetheless. I was too wicked. But how can I help it? I am the Nymph of Wickedness after all.

I was too loathsome, too powerful, too devious to be cared about by anyone.

Except one.

My sister. The Nymph of Compassion. Ishtar.

When I was straying by the marsh, she would come. She couldn’t enter Bogwood since she was—too pure. She would come with her beautiful blue eyes. Never missing a day.

Though I would usually glare away anybody who approached me, I couldn't do that to her. Maybe the loneliness was getting to me.

We seldom spoke. What had we in common aside from being both nymphs?

But even so I was thankful that at least someone was not repulsed by my self.

...

One day, she brought with her the Ice Blossoms from her realm.

I chuckled. “You are the only one who approached me.”

She looked at me straight in the eyes and said with a smile. “You are my sister.”

A curious emotion, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursed through me as I heard her say those words.

Ah, sister. It binds us yet divides us at the same time.

From that moment on, she became more talkative. She would talk about our other sisters, her realm, her daily adventures—everything. She would even confide to me her sorrows and fears, particularly the one that concerned her late husband, the Mountain King.

Yet this intimacy had an adverse effect on me. It made my blood boil. She thought we should be closer since we were sisters. Sisters.

The more I brooded over this this reflection, the more frustrated I became. I could not bear being near her anymore.

...

One day as she was talking in a soft voice about that silly bull-headed man that was her husband, I felt blood pulsating madly in my head.

“Stay away from me!” I screamed at her. The feelings inside me was already too much to bear. “Stay away from me! I hate you!”

I saw the hurt in her eyes but I could not stop myself. Please understand Ishtar. Hate is the twin of love. When love is unfulfilled it becomes hate.

I hate you because I love you.

But she did not see that. And I couldn’t tell her.

She left and I could feel myself getting colder inside. It was a different kind of cold than the one I feel when she was by my side. With her, the cold is soothing because her cold is coupled with her inner warmth.

Then I realized that I had let her inside of me for too long. That when she left, she had taken with her a big part of me.

I wept.

...

For days she was gone. One day as I was languishing by the marsh, half-hoping she would come, half-cursing myself for hoping, I felt that curious mixture of cold and warmth. My heart leaped for joy.

“You’ve come back,” I whispered, trying very hard to keep the joy from my voice.

“I know you didn’t mean what you said. We are sisters after all.”

I could feel yet again my heart sinking inside me. “Yes,” I answered feebly. “We are sisters.”

She could never conceive of that sinful thought of being more than sisters. Only someone as wicked as me could think of that.

At that moment I saw the answer to my problems. If she became as wicked as me, we could be together. We could change the world and break the rules that dictate who should love and who should not love, who should be loved and who should be loved.

If I could just put her under my control.

I felt sick at the thought of manipulating her.

But.

The world that the Goddess has created is too full of restrictions, restrictions that serve no other purpose than to perpetuate her hegemony. I could care less for the world, but for Ishtar, I would do anything.

Anything.

Even if it means I have to steal that one thing that made her good.

Even if it means I have to steal the love from her soul.

And make it mine.

I am a wicked witch after all.

(...end...)

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Still squeezing my brain for good plots. xD

lol I did not expect that from Heptitus.