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It was a peaceful evening in the Selune Woods, and the stars shimmered ever so softly against a gentle blue sky.  Pantalaimon laid at the edge of a pool with their Puffle nestling in their soft chest feathers, staring at their own reflection in it's crystal clear water. Their eyes laid half-lidded in contemplation, and their faerie halo flitted just above the surface of the pond to skim it's mirror-like surface with its wings. The faerie's ri...

"Ow! Stop dropping apples on me- please be careful!" Pantalaimon barked. Another apple from a branch above them fell down to smacked them on their temple, and they winced. "Why do you keep missing my baskets?" Their Puffle was standing on a larger branch above them and scrambled up as far as it's nubbed legs could take it so that it could reach for another ripe apple. It squeaked and puffed up it's wooly fur, stretched out it's tiny legs, and reached far enough to nip at the stem of an...

Pantalaimon watched as Troia resurfaced from the depths of the in the Selune Woods, swimming to the shore to bring back several pieces of an unknown, shattered item to them, her golden horns glowing with magic as the pieces levitated above the surface to set them down on the shore. Her Sunchaser amulet, once gleaming almost as brilliantly as the sun itself, had now lost it’s luster and hung dully on her neck.  “Troia!” Pantalaimon cried out. When Troia almost reached the shore, ...

The Pixyn ushered Pantalaimon, Troia and the rest of the Knights & trainees to  the center of the forest. It was uncomfortably silent still- nobody could see where the test of the Pixyns were. Some of the nature here had already begun to wither; some trees were prematurely shedding their leaves    "Come out, everyone!" called the Pixyn in  a hu...

Pantalaimon laid in their designated cot within a room of the trainee barracks, ruminating over the current state of now that two of Lunerest's moons had fallen silent.   Ever since their brief confrontation with Raghnall, they weren't entirely sure of how to feel being a part of the Knights they once disrespected. Through socializing with their peers that had never seen them before they had easily won many of them over with their wit and charm; yet some of their superiors and ...

It all began, not too long ago, when two of Lunerest's moons started to wane in light and power. Everyxyn in the populace had noticed it- how could they not when their very lives depended on their moons?   It was a both wakeup call, and a call to arms, for Lunerest's Royal Knights to spring into action to discover out just what had happened. Pantalaimon's stepfather had instilled in them a deep mistrust ...

Pantalaimon and their white pwigi Alicanto shot forward through the air as Troia, her Lunewyrm attempted to keep up on foot, bounding relentlessly through the Perilunal Plains behind them as they all chased the meteor soaring far before them. Pantalaimon’s golden faerie dust trailed behind them and formed a stardust-like  in their wake that gradually faded; they looked much like a comet themself as a pale green blur in the sky.   Troia’s lunewyrm slunk up around her neck a...

In the Perilunal Plains, Pantalaimon and Troia laid underneath the shade of a tree. The tree’s boughs, laden with dark green leaves, gently swayed in unison with the endless expanse of golden grasses rippling from the gentle breeze. Everything here had the scent of the end of summer; it was something like hay, gradually falling leaves, and a subtle, warm magic that especially comforted Pantalaimon.  It was the evening of the Sunrise Celebration, and the sun had just begun its descent into ...

“Perhaps she will never remember who I am…!” The corrupted moxyn’s voice echoed in her nightmares, again, and again, and again. Even as she tightly hugged the Lunewyrm plushie that Pantalaimon gifted her in her sleep. Even when the Spearbie that Athens gifted her would nudge her cheek to comfort her when she jolted awake. Troia wanted to drift into dreamless, quiet sleep, but she could never stop bein...

Troia and Pantalaimon stood over Athen’s medical cot. They were at an infirmary in Moonreach for xyns requiring emergency care; and, days ago, they had traveled with a small group of Knights to search and rescue missing or corrupted Xyns that could be saved and brought to Moonreach once Moonreach’s barrier was erected. Athens was found corrupted in Wingfell, where she last sent Troia away with a Moonsearch spell; and after a near-gruesome battle against Troi...

Troia could not sleep well for several nights after Yuhi’s defeat. As she tossed and turned in the cot she was allotted within the Royal Knights barracks, the corrupted moxyn’s voice and masked face haunted her, again and again, in her nightmares:  “Perhaps she will never remember who I am…!“  Those words hadn’t stopped haunting her. ...

They had lost. Troia, Versailles, and the other knights surrounded Yuhi, utterly defeated. Their queen had fallen in battle; she lay on the ground, convulsing in pain and gnashing her fangs as the gash on her leg sparked and hissed with an unknown magic, the likes of which even veteran Lullay Knights haven't seen before. The corrupted moxyn faced them, looming over Yuhi, and the strangely possessed Corruption Beasts e...

Troia stared at her reflection in the vanity mirror of her room within her mother’s noblexyn manor. Only the faint moonlight from the window subtly lit the mirror image of her masked face, together with the warmth of an ornate candelabra sitting atop the vanity’s tabletop. The dulled gold of her mask glinted in the light; but its expression remained unmoving. For a brief moment, a memory, painful and unwanted, fla...

Pantalaimon and Troia faced each other in a small clearing in a training ground of Wingfell, surrounded by streams, moss-covered rocks and trees laden with orange, red and gold leaves rustling gently in the breeze. Troia and numerous other knights-in-training had been sent to Wingfell to receive training from the local masters of martial arts in the area; and, of course, Pantalaimon insisted that they specifically accompany Troia, as usual- and no matter how har...

“Come, Troia- it’s a bit too quiet around here- let’s play tag! I bet you can’t catch me!” Pantalaimon play bowed and grinned, eagerly wagging their winged tail in Troia’s direction. Pantalaimon’s two Ophistles, Hermes and Mercury, flicked their tongues out at her as if to invite her too. “Don’t try my patience,” Troia said, flatly, and lowered her ears as if to pin them down- but it was typical fo...