𝐔𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐞 𝟏

For what we strive would come alive

𓇢𓆸 𓆤 𖧧 𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𖧧 𓍊𓋼 𔓘

𝔸𝕊 Melody and Philo cautiously traversed the ravaged remnants of the doctor's house they had recently conversed with, an eerie silence hung in the air. Time seemed to stretch, each step echoing with the weight of the grim reality they were about to confront. The once-hospitable abode was now a chaotic scene, teeming with law enforcement personnel bustling through the hallways.

The siblings finally reached the room where the brutal crime had transpired – the doctor's study. There, sprawled on a table, lay the lifeless body of the physician, his torso gruesomely opened, devoid of a liver. The camera's flash briefly illuminated the macabre tableau, freezing the moment in time. As Melody clutched her case tightly, the siblings exchanged wordless glances, burdened by the weight of their thoughts. Sergeant Dombey, a seasoned officer, observed their entrance with a stern demeanour. "Took his liver," Melody stated, her voice steady but tinged with the gravity of the situation.

Sergeant Dombey, his gaze unwavering, acknowledged their presence. "Just like the first two," Philo added, his eyes fixed on the ghastly sight before them. The sergeant inquired, "Where are we on them? Have you determined if they had any kind of relationship?"

Philo, still captivated by the grim scene, responded without averting his gaze from the deceased. "No, sir. They didn't know each other." The room lingered with a sombre silence, the investigation unfolding in a maze of unanswered questions and chilling revelations.

"Been on the case from the start, he's got nothing," Sergeant Dombey commented in a hushed tone to the chief. Melody shot him a glare, catching his eye, but he quickly averted his gaze, choosing to focus on the unfolding scene. She turned her attention back to the lifeless body on the table. The chief, undeterred by the tension, stepped forward and began speaking, "He was a good man, Morange. Never took so much as a stiver for the work he did for us. Saw it as his civic duty." Sergeant Dombey, however, interjected, "Oh, true enough, sir, but with respect, there were rumours..."

The chief shifted his attention to the seasoned officer, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. "Rumours?" he inquired. Sergeant Dombey continued, "Word was that he saw it as his 'civic duty' to do other jobs too."

As the conversation unfolded, Melody circled around the table, her eyes scanning the room. A gruesome image of a puke's facial muscles, splattered with blood, seized her attention. Her gaze then shifted to the flickering lights overhead. "Jobs most doctors wouldn't touch," the sergeant continued, catching the chief's interest.

The chief probed further, asking, "Such as?" Sergeant Dombey responded with a level tone, "Abortions... reconstructions..." The revelation hung in the air, casting a shadow over the previously pristine image of the deceased doctor, revealing a complex web of secrets that now demanded unravelling.

"What, convicts looking to have their brands removed, that sort of thing?" The chief executive inquired, his tone reflecting a mix of disbelief and curiosity. Sergeant Dombey chimed in, providing further insight, "And Pix looking to pass. Getting their ears bobbed, their wings sheared. Happens more often than any of us would care to think, I'm afraid."

As the discussion continued, the voices of the chief and Sergeant Dombey began to drown in Melody's ears. Lost in her own thoughts, her mind flashed with a haunting memory from her infancy – the doctor holding her delicate wings and shearing them, the excruciating pain, and the resulting wound on her back. The vivid recollection transported her back to the present, the booming flash powder snapping her out of the reverie. Philo noticed the distress etched on Melody's face and cast a concerned look her way. "Melody?" the chief called out, breaking through her momentary detachment. Philo replied on her behalf, "Sir." He met the chief's gaze, awaiting further instructions.

The chief's directive was clear and concise, "I said it's your case. If there's a connection between the victims, then find it." Philo nodded in acknowledgment and affirmed, "Yes, sir." The weight of the investigation rested on their shoulders, and with Melody's troubled past resurfacing, the siblings were now tasked with unravelling the intricate threads linking the victims in this macabre puzzle.

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As the early morning sun painted the sky with warm hues, casting a gentle glow upon the bustling streets of the Row, Vign slowly emerged from a deep slumber. Sitting up, he found himself greeted by the familiar sight of his beloved. Melody sat in her chair by the desk, humming a soft tune, her pencil gracefully dancing across the paper, sketching a beautiful portrayal of Aisling with her wings unfurled.

Moved by the tender scene, Vign stood up and quietly approached Melody. Wrapping his arms around her, he felt the warmth of her presence. Melody, engrossed in her creative world, giggled at the unexpected embrace. Turning to face him, she shared a sweet exchange with Vign, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss. In that moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their shared bliss.

A smile adorned Vign's face as he marvelled at the reality of having Melody in his arms. After years of believing she was lost to him, the surreal sensation of her presence brought joy and gratitude to his heart. The echoes of the past dissolved in the warmth of the present, as they embraced the simple yet profound happiness of being together.

"Morning, beautiful," Vign whispered, nuzzling his face into Melody's neck. A smile adorned her face as she responded, "Morning, love. Sleep well?" Vign nodded, holding her close. "You want breakfast?" she asked, to which he nodded again, still trying to fully awaken. She giggled, stood up, and headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Seated in the chair where Melody had been drawing, Vign's attention was drawn to the sketch on the desk. "This is Aisling, right?" he asked, looking at Melody. Her reaction was subtle but noticeable – a momentary freeze, followed by a nod as she continued cooking. Concerned, Vign gently probed, "I know you want space, but may I ask what happened last night? You were in a state and only came home late."

Melody sighed, her voice softening as she replied, "I realized... I found out who my mother is." Vign's face lit up with enthusiasm. "That's great, love! Who is she?" he inquired, smiling. However, his smile faded as he observed Melody's demeanour, catching the significance of her reaction to Aisling's name. He looked at her, then at the drawing, and back at her.

"Aisling, she is..." Melody met Vign's gaze with tearful eyes and a small smile, nodding in confirmation. The weight of the revelation hung in the air, and Vign, though initially joyful, now recognized the complexity of emotions surrounding Melody's newfound knowledge about her mother. "Oh, baby," Vign whispered, aching to offer comfort. He stood up, closing the distance between them, and enveloped Melody in a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around her, and he gently rubbed her back, trying to bring solace as tears streamed down her face. Melody's sobs echoed in the room, the heartbreaking sound tugging at Vign's own emotions.

"I never got to know her," Melody sobbed, her voice breaking, and her words pierced through Vign's heart. Reluctantly breaking the hug, Vign cupped Melody's face, making her look at him, and tenderly wiped away her tears. "I'll never see her again..." she whispered; her grief palpable.

Vign met her eyes and spoke with sincerity "I see her, in you," Vign whispered, his voice tender as he held Melody close. "When you sing, your laugh, your everything. I may not have gotten to know her, but if she is your mother, I know that she was an amazing woman. She lives in you, Melody. Once you really love someone, they will always stay with you... in here." He gently placed a hand on her chest over her heart, emphasizing the depth of the connection between Melody and her mother. Overwhelmed by emotion, Melody hugged Vign tightly, finding solace in his words. "How did I get so lucky?" she mused. Vign smiled and responded playfully, "Well, you did go in the library." Melody chuckled, "And I'm glad I did." Vign hugged her and planted a gentle kiss on her head. "So am I," he whispered.

Facing each other, they shared a tender kiss, a poignant moment that spoke of the strength of their connection and the love that had brought them together, transcending the boundaries of time and family history.

ଓ༉‧.⭒ֶָ֢⋆.

In the bustling streets of the market, Vign handed a man a torn piece of paper from his journal as the man exchanged coins. Business was slow, and as he strolled through the streets, his attention was captured by a faun man who whistled at him and nudged him to a stand, saying, "731." Vign noted it down in his little book and inquired, "Again?" The man chuckled, replying, "It's my lucky number." Vign handed him the paper before continuing through the crowded streets.

As he walked, his gaze was drawn to a tall building with a poster announcing a grand exhibition and auction, showcasing the treasures of Tirnanoc, lit by electrical light. The sign, however, forbade unaccompanied fae. Mixed emotions settled within Vign as he stared at the announcement.

Inside the grand building, Vign marvelled at the exhibits and paintings narrating the stories of Tirnanoc. Moving deeper, he reached an entryway marked "Treasures of Tirnanoc." The sign indicated that the area was closed, but Vign entered, discovering two manikins showcasing fae clothing. Proceeding, he found two-sided doors, which he opened, causing his heart to sink.

The room beyond bore a striking resemblance to the ancient library Vign had sworn to protect. Memories flooded in — moments shared with Melody, the time he showed her the library, and their discussions. Tears welled up as he spotted a familiar book in a glass case, open to an art drawing depicting fae and human intimacy. Vign leaned on the glass, tears streaming down his face, recalling the story he and Melody had discussed.

Emotions overwhelmed him — anger, betrayal, heartbreak, love. Memories of the war, Melody's injured back, and the false news of her death surged forward. Pushing away from the case, Vign began to panic. Melody's voice echoed in his mind, "I'll see you there. I love you." The voices intertwined as he surveyed the room filled with items from Tirnanoc. Falling to his knees, Vign released a heart-wrenching scream, grappling with the flood of emotions that threatened to drown him.

𓇢𓆸 𓆤 𖧧 𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𖧧 𓍊𓋼 𔓘

By: SilverMist707

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