“If you are going to kill him for sneaking me out, kill me too! I’m the one who wanted to see the world outside of the fortress!”

It’s so odd how SIlas just casually mentions how he could have been KILLED for sneaking out his bff prince(ss) from a fortress when he is a kid himself like…wtf? I just imagined Nari (my Revelations!Avatar) not having any of this Nohrian bs and trying to save him idk

Child designs of Nari and Silas are from here.

Also known as: Split Sorrin
Gender: Cis Female
Symbol: (not done yet)
Rank: 5
Sword arm: Left
Type: Offensive
Special Techniques: Split Sword
Status: Alive

Height: 4’11”
Weight: 85 lbs

Capabilities (?/10)
Yoki Powers: 6
Agility: 9
Strength: 7
Perception: 8
Willpower: 9
Leadership: 7
Regeneration: 4

(Only known) Emile: Older sister. Former warrior (no. 24). Deceased.

Referred to as “Spilt Sorrin” because of her unique ability to move her sword so fast, it appears to cut in two places at once. And also because of the way her personality seems to split and switch from her resting state, to her battle state. In her resting state, she is irritated and angry, but in battle state she is very focused, bloodthirsty, and nearly unstoppable. She is stuck at number five, however, because she is unstable, manically depressed and has a hard time controlling her split selves.

She is light and agile, allowing her to move quickly, and quietly.

She was part of the first stage of warriors to be trained to use soul link (even before Rafaela and Luciela), though because she and her sister weren’t even twins, let alone identical, the experiment failed, and her sister awaked, and therefore killed during soul link. Some believe the reason for her split selves, is because her sister poured her very soul into Sorrin, causing her to adapt her serious battle state.

She does not work well with others, especially in leadership roles. She is bossy, and commanding, but when actually put in the position of leader, flustered and confused. However, she has yet to order someone to their death.

At 4’11” she is among the shortest of the warriors, (save for the trainees). She weighs eighty five pounds. Though she is in her late twenties, many people mistake her for a child. Her hair rests at the base of her shoulder blades, and she usually wears it up in a braided bun. Her hair is a white-blonde. She also has a streak of auburn hair, the same color as her sister’s before she became a warrior. Her ears are pointed, but not so that they look yoma-like. She carries herself in a prideful manner, but can act extremely childish at points.

Apparently, the second set of the Khans block has been relieved: Fate Reforged! Is that Bolas I see in the background?

Based on what I’m hearing from Pax, the story is this: Sorrin and Sarkhan go back in time to stop Bolas from killing Ugan, the spirit dragon! I’m going to assume they succeed, and the third set is all about the new present they’ve created by changing the past. Neat!

My favourite thing about magic lore right now is the parade of odd-couple buddy cop movie team-ups they keep tossing at us

Gideon the glorious and sleep deprived saves Jace the weedy and ill prepared from an awkward date so they can SAVE THE WORLD

Sorrin goes on a roadtrip to connect with a pair of old friends he lost touch with so together they can do one last job

Old war buddies Elspeth and Ajani hitch a ride with Kiora, a mysterious woman who’s hiding something


Where Manon makes a promise and intends to keep it.

Title: Promise
Word Count: 1973
Pairing: Manorian (plus one!)

Princess Sorrin Blackbeak-Havilliard rushed through the hallways of her father’s large castle with a half-eaten cookie in one hand and a wooden practice dagger in the other. As she ran in her light blue summer dress, the five-year old glanced through the windows, catching the sight of three wyverns ready to fly on the eastern courtyard.

The witchling panted as her gold eyes took in the open doors toward the gardens and she avoided servants left and right and jumped over tables to make it just in time. Her father was already there, dressed in the usual fighting leather tunic he donned for training. His wear wasn’t what caused Sorrin to frown however, it was the fact that her mother was in full flying gear, Wing Cleaver strapped to her back and Abraxos fully saddled and ready to go.

She didn’t care what her parents were talking about as she bounded toward them, wisps of dark blue-black hair falling into her cherub face. “You’re leaving?”

Her mother blinked, but it was her father who spoke. “Hey, sweetheart, I thought you were still eating breakfast.”

Sorrin’s frown deepened as she walked straight to her mother. “You’re leaving?!” She repeated, louder than before.

Manon crossed her arms. “I’m needed at the Wastes-”


Dorian cleared his throat. “Sorrin, we’ve talked about this, baby-”

The little girl growled, the sound reminiscent of her mother. “No! And I’m not a baby!” She didn’t catch the knowing look Manon gave Dorian or his subsequent huff.

“Sorrin,” her mother called and the little girl looked up at her. “I’m sorry I can’t stay, but I’m needed-”

“You said you would go to my recital!” The witchling exclaimed, referring to the dance recital she had been practicing for the past few months. “If you don’t go that means you lied to me!”

The few guards and courtiers walking along the courtyard turned to stare and the King and Queen shared a look. Dorian stepped back, allowing Manon to take over while the witch thought over her next words carefully. “Sorrin,” she said and her daughter pouted, her dark brows coming together in an exaggerated way. “There is an emergency I need to take care of in the west. We have talked about how this can happen.”

The frown turned sad and Sorrin’s bottom lip trembled with barely any restraint. “You said you would go.”

Manon had the decency to look apologetic. “I’m sorry, but I can’t assure you I will be back by then.”

“But you said-” a hiccup, “I want you to go.” She had been practicing really really hard just so her mother would see her and now it had all been for nothing.

“I’m sorry,” the Queen repeated. Tears fell down the witchling’s face and her mother stepped closer. “I’ll make it up to you, alright? We’ll do something together when I get back.”

“No!” She wailed, and for the first time in a long time, Sorrin threw a fit. She kicked and screamed and cried, all the while grabbing her mother’s leg or edge of the cape or whatever she could get her hands on. It was not fair. It was not fair that she had done all this for her mother and she wouldn’t even be there to see it.

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This is Sorrin. Without him we probably would have starved to death out here. And we certainly would have missed our flight! What a legend!

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