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LIFE SERIES

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~

"... Ren."

Grian was standing in his enchanting room, gazing at the people infront of him.

" Martyn,"

His wings flared outward a tad; trying to show his power and scare off these new intruders. It was true, he & Ren never had a very good relationship in these games, but this was unprecedented.

" Scott."

The trio approached him, each with different looks all showing one thing in common- fury.

" What is this?"

Grian know's he's letting nerves tint his voice. He backs up closer against the wall, hiding his precious wings and glaring as Scott pulls something up on his communicator.

" We have the footage from separate accounts,"

A hastily recorded video hovers over Scott's wrist as Ren takes the lead, tapping the 'play button'.

" You meeting with this.. dark demon-like thing."

" A Watcher."

Martyn's eyes are filled with actual pure fury, burning in the delicate greens like a forest fire. The footage plays; it's shitty. Grian rolls his eyes.

" Is that what you have- are you done?"

Perhaps this was not the wisest choice of words, as everyone seems to get more angered at his deflection.

" You are uniquely situated by virtue of your position,"

" Though virtue is not a word I'd apply to this situation"

Ren's waving his hands as he talks, confusion more evident in his eyes. Grian is finally realizing they're threatening his position as admin, which is bullshit because his fellow primes are well aware of why he's interacting with Watchers.

 " To seek power gain & stray from your sacred mission.. and the evidence suggests you engaged in speculation."

The stinging words, especially from Martyn, hit Grian harshly. Scott steps forward, his arms cross, with the clear intent of mocking Grian's 'misdeeds.'

" An admin working with our worst enemies; I can almost see the headlines-"

Grian took a second to realize this would destroy his public reputation, especially since he'd have to explain. To the whole world.

Fuck.

" Your career is done!"

Grian attempts to take another step back, huffing and hitting the wall rather hard.

" I hope you saved some servers for the future Lives; you best go run back where ya come from!"

This would be fine, this could be fine. Grian takes a step forward, driving the three backwards by just an inch. Cool confidence. Fake it till you make it. Xelqua the Prime energy.

" Ha! You don't even know what you're asking me to confess."

He keeps advancing, subconsciously flaring his wings and grinning. Intimidation, confidence, you shall succeed!

" You have nothing! I don't have to tell you anything at all.."

Scott flashes the video again, and Grian frowns.

" Unless.. If I can prove that I never broke the law, do you promise not to tell another soul what you saw?"

Grian shut his wings with a quiet snap, crossing his arms and waiting for the fateful answer.

" No one else was in the room where it happened,"

Scott's honeyed voice sang, as Ren & Martyn glared at him.

" Is that a yes?"

" Uhm, yes."

It took Grian a moment to reach into his private void with a strand of magic and pull out the fateful letter, shoving it into Ren's hands.

" Dear sir, I hope this letter finds you in good health.... 

And in a prosperous enough position to give help,

To people like us, down on our luck...

For you see, Xeyla's pissed and she's ready to-"

" wHAT?"

Ren's eyes shot up from the letter to Grian, frantic with confusion echoed around the trio.

" The Watchers courted me; taught me time travel & such. When they had me in their corner, that's when Xeyla extorted me.."

Grian couldn't bear to remain looking at them, instead glancing at the ground.

" They wanted me; eventually, I got free...

I may have mortally wounded my prospects, but my motives are orderly!"

Grian finally looked up, to find shell-shocked players staring at him with blank expressions. 

Oh god.

" As you can see, I kept a record of every meeting in Live's history. Check it against your video's date & see consistency."

Grian gestured for them to turn the paper over, which Ren did, his eyes tracing the marked dates.

" This was the only way I could save our server; you sent the dogs after my scent- that's fine."

Right, back to faked confidence. This was fine!

" Yes, I have reason for shame, but I have not committed treason & sullied my good name."

Grian tapped the paper Ren was reading, finishing his point.

" As you can see, I have done nothing to provoke legal action. Are my answers to your satisfaction?"

Grian couldn't help tugging on a loose feather as his friends recovered from the revelations.

" My god..."

Martyn's voice was tainted with sadness, and he looked at Grian with pity.

" Gentlemen, let's go."

Ren handed the letter back, tugging on Scott's & Martyn's arms, backing up a tad.

" So?"

Apparently, it was appalling to suggest that they'd tell anyone about this. What?

" The people won't know what we know.."

The trio kept on their root out, but Grian was struck with something- Ren!

" Ren!"

The man in question turned.

" How do I know you won't use this against me the next time we go toe to toe?"

Again, maybe it wasn't the best thing to see if your friends would reveal your trauma to the whole server, because he got some more bewildered looks. Ren paused, looking fully at him, his eyes apologetic.

" Grian, rumors only grow..

And we both know what we know.."

~

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