I just realized that i haven't posted fanfic for a while and that last time i posted a chapter in this fanfic [part two] was in march!!!!!!!!

this chapter's been in my plans for a while, before today the only two people who i told it too were Bastille and @Midnight Blackstar [coincidentally both during lunch at school. or maybe after math class... :| ] so, i decided to write/post this while i was scanning through some of @Meadow 's fanart, and i started to feel sorry for Fleck. he just.... i mean... Whit... argh....

[i think i might have shed a slight tear typing this. no, no one dies, but i just feel sorry for Fleck.]

so the dodgeball part. it was basically inspired by a game of dodgeball we played yesterday, in which there were certain people that were 'medics' and if you got hit they had to tap you too get back in the game. i was a medic. let's just say i prevented another teammate's getting hit by the ball and our team lost. lol.]

[i am on NS today because our school did a full remote day. i'll post the rest of the fanart in a while.]

I drew my blade, then leapt in front of Smalls, doing what I do best. Defending.

“Stay back from him!” I yelled, voice echoing in the frosty air.

“Oh young Joveson,” The bird said, smoothly, “You are a Joveson, you know.”

“What?”

“Indeed. Indeed. The worst Joveson.”

“Don’t listen to him Fleck!” Smalls yelled.

“What… what do you mean?”

“I mean…. You are a Joveson! And..” but before the bird could go on, he was silenced by a deadly dart flying from the forest.

“Fleck! Smalls! We heard your cry for help and came as fast as we could.” Rex said. The whole of camp was there. I looked away, trying to hide the tears in my eyes.

“thank you.” Smalls said, then turned to me. “Fleck, don’t listen to that bird. Don’t listen. He lies.”

“But…. What if… what if it’s true?” I asked.

“I… don’t know.”

I stared into the smokey camp, my eyes pooling with tears I didn’t let show. Everything around me was—was a lie, if this were true.

Wilfred walked across the dusty cliff, placing his hand gently on my shoulder.

“Is it true?” I asked him. “Am I really… a Joveson?”

“Yes… yes. Yes Fleck. You are. But that bird was lying. It’s a very long story. But you were sent to Kingston for protection from the wolves and Morbin.”

“I…..”

“It’s hard, believe me, I know.”

“but… how did I never know?”

“it was secret information.” Wilfred looked down.

“I can’t…” I walked down the ridgeline a ways, looking into the mist below. Into the Shade Hills mining camp. I rubbed my eyes and pulled my glasses from my satchel.

Before I knew what was happening, several birds circled around the camp, heading straight towards us.

“Retreat!” Wilfred called.

“We can’t.” Rex said.

“Then we have no choice but to fight! Let’s go!” We leapt from the ridgeline, myself engaging the special glider pack Bastille had made. We had to fight.

And I had a good reason too fight, Morbin had killed my Father.

It was worse to know who I was, than it ever was to know my job. Instead of the guard, I was the one needing guarding. And if anyone members those games of dodgeball., you know why it was so hard for me.

Instead of a slight anger at Garten, I realized that he had knew, and I hated him for it.

As I glided down to the camp, my flame for the cause was lit higher. I would fight, if it was the last thing I did.

[oh, i forgot to say that i'm posting chapter one of another [new] fanfic later today!]

-Fleck Cove!!!