Recent content by Mikko Cendrillon

Lyta, my love Meet me in the courtyard when you wake, I have tried and failed to bake you your favourite pastries, but alas, my younger sister has come to my aid and will ensure you do not spend our second Heart and Hearth Day ill. All my love, Mikko P.S. I can only wish I could bring...

Mikko scrunched his eyes shut tight, head falling to his hands as he groaned. "Fuck. Too much to process." Never had he dabbled in the affairs of magic or divine, but here he was being thrown straight off the Valenntenian docks and told to avoid using his limbs to get back to shore. There were...

Mikko sat up straight as she began to leave the bed. Ancients, how had he not seen she had cut herself? Feeling guilty that his current state of exhaustion had made him realise she was bleeding and that there was now shards of glass littering the wooden floor, he made a move to help pick up...

Slowly, he nodded. "I did not sleep that first night, well, did not sleep well. I kept waking to check on the street, to press my ear at the door. In case something was not quite right..." He was in need for a good rest. "But nothing. After that first night, the townspeople celebrated with a...

Mikko chuckled, then winced as he shifted and felt the aching in his body for sitting on the chair too long. "Ancients..." He groaned. "You've been out for three days since that night. I've been by your side for as long as I can. That first morning, some ladies insisted on getting you...

"Good, you're awake." Came a voice that then got lost to a yawn. In a chair right by the side of the bed that Lyta lay on, Mikko was looking worse for wear. He was dressed in clothes borrowed from the villagers, and blanket lazily draped over himself to keep him warm, but it was all in his...

Sit... yes, that sounded like a smart idea. Mikko looked about the room, looking for a spot he could sit and acclimate to this vision, but a seat was conjured by Rovias for the Vanguard to take. It was comfortable, but soon forgotten as Mikko closed his eyes and eased himself with deep...

"Lyta!" He was at her side faster than he ever thought possible, but he propped her to lay on her back. He dropped his ear to her lips, listening for her breath and grimacing at how weak it sounded. So then he checked her pulse, two fingers finding the vein at her neck and waited for that...

He turned his head to look at Rovias, but his vision swayed as if he had been drinking all sorts of alcohol in the few minutes he had been present in this room. Staggering to keep balance, he closed his eyes and gasped, seeing the room still in the greyness found behind his eyelids. Opening...

If his time guarding Kaira and her Stone had taught him anything, it was that the Ancients were a force not to be trifled with. But the Mage had managed such a feat and still had his senses and wits about him. Perhaps a token of what he could achieve, of what he was capable of... And these new...

Mikko threw himself to the side, startled and surprised by the burst of bright light. It was all he could do to shield himself, to not become blind to the blinding aura Lyta put out into the world. Creatures screamed, an agony he would never forget hearing. He closed his eyes, not opening them...

Surprise found it's way to his expression, unsure what business the High Mage would have with him. Magic was never something blessed or associated with the Cendrillon name. An old name, but one not directly from a line of Descendants to be graced with honours to serve as Guardians in past...

What words could he leave with her to give her strength for what was to come? He looked to her, to the Guardian beginning to wield a power he could not begin to understand, and thought it best that he not cloud her mind with any doubts or pretty words. Mikko smiled, nodding to her, and said...

Never did Mikko think he would be worried about what conspired in dreams, as he had never had to dwell on what may lurk there. Not until working with Lyta did he realise the importance of a Guardian of Dream, and the role herself, her mother, and her mother before her, have been serving for not...

He did not like that thought. That someone could so easily reach Lyta and lure her here. Perhaps Brom's illness was not chance, but for Lyta to be assigned a new Vanguard that was unfamiliar to the Stone of Dreams. Mikko's jaw clenched. "Only if you allow me to be there by your side, Lyta."...