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Part 3 of Trials and Tragedies
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2020-03-09
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Wake Me Up When Trebuchets End

Chapter 166: you or your memory

Notes:

AN: this is the final chapter of Wake Me Up When Trebuchets End and the final chapter of the Trials & Tragedies trilogy

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Chapter Text

“Ugh ewww grosss” I said as I took my lightsaber out of the corpse. It was bad enough that I was in this dirty ass sewer, but this giant snake woman was a huge fucking disgusting thing to deal with. I wasn’t sure if I should just leave her here or what. 

 

Did I have time to force lightning cook it? Iniquity would be expecting me back soon for date night. She always hated when i did these “multidimensional missions” like this but it’s not my fault that so much weird bad shit is going on everywhere?? Plus she should be used to it by now. I’ve been doing it for the past year. 

 

Whatever. 

 

I went to stretch out my hand to do some force lightning when I heard voices coming down the hall. Familiar voices. Was that… oh shit. That was this universe’s version of Delnys and Mira. Ah shit. Don’t wanna run into them. That would cause… a lot of potential questions and I like to keep a “low profile” nowadays. 

 

I opened a blue portal super quickly and without thinking about it. I didn’t care where I went, so long as it was somewhere not here. 

 

Thankfully I ended up in what seemed like a pretty peaceful place? Like it was some hallway with various different openings all leading to some big fountain area. Tbh it kinda looked… familiar? Though I couldn’t place it because it was slightly different. 

 

I was so distracted that I didn’t even notice as someone bumped into me. “Hey, watch it, dumbass!” she yelled. 

 

“Oh, so-” I stopped as I looked down and noticed who I was talking to. It was a woman with short wavy brown hair and emerald blue eyes which were perfectly made up. She was wearing long blue robes and carrying textbooks by her side. She looked… 

 

“What the fuck are you staring at?” she asked me, squinting. 

 

“Uh, nothing. Just you look…” I wasn’t sure what to say. “I’m sorry, what’s your name?” 

 

She rolled her eyes. “Veronica Sonya Elm Rune.” 

 

“Yeah that’s what I thought.” I backed away slightly. “Do you… do you recognize me?” 

 

“No? Am I supposed to?” She snorted. “Then again, I think I would remember a girl walking around my campus who looked like a walking goth stereotype.” 

 

“Your campus? You go to school here?” 

 

“God you ask a lot of stupid fucking questions. YES. I’m a second year transfiguration student. Who the fuck is asking?” 

 

“I….” I was speechless. “And are you sure you don’t recognize me?” 

 

“I swear I don’t.” 

 

I looked at her in the eyes as she spoke. I wasn’t sure but… did she twitch saying that? Did she… was she lying? I examined her face more closely, trying to figure out if there were any signs of her cracking. Was she bullshitting? Was she making this up? What the fuck was she up to? 

 

And then I realized: it doesn’t matter. 

 

“Okay,” I said. “Well, you can go do whatever it is you plan on doing. I’ll leave you alone.” 

 

“Was planning on it.” She walked away, head held high. I almost opened the portal out but then I saw something fall out of her bag and hit the ground. It was a small little post it note. I could read what it said because I could read any language. 

 

Hey, 

 

Don’t forget about me, okay? 

 

Love, 

Mira

 

I waved my hand up in the air. “Hey, uh, Veronica! You dropped this!” 

 

“Hm?” She turned around lazily until her eyes focused on my hand and she ran forward and grabbed it. “Give that back!” 

 

“Of course! Fucking hell!” I said. “It’s yours, anyway.” 

 

“Yeah, it is…” She looked at it curiously, and I had to think: was she fondly remembering something, or was she trying to make sense of it? I couldn’t tell. 

 

“Well, see ya later, Elm Rune!” I yelled, opening the portal behind me. 


“Whatever. See ya.” Veronica turned around and continued walking to wherever she was going. Wherever it was, I hoped it was good. But that was her own journey. What Veronica does shouldn’t involve me.

 

Until then… 

 

My name is Raven Willow Blood Charm and I’m 23 years old. I have long blue hair and pale white skin kinda like a dragon born. I’m a vampire, in case you couldn’t tell, but also a Sith Lord. I never got to finish school, but I did have two great sets of friends from them and a clone that I can look up to. And I can use what I learned from her to make the world a better place. In the end, that’s what it’s all about, right? 

Notes:

AN: wow. We finally reached the end, huh? Hard to imagine. First and foremost, thank you all to everyone who read this far. I had no idea when i started this almost a year ago that people would care about it or the direction my life has taken. I know it got… dark at some parts, and i can’t say it was all happy and a good time. But we made it through it all and we got here and i’m so grateful for that. Thanks for sticking by me and for sticking around. And also thank you to the cast and crew of Trials & Trebuchets. U rock! Thanks for letting me do this and klil you off in the story and for making such a good universe that I can totally ruin with my own version. And thank you to Alyssa for helping me proofread it and Alec, for sticking by me throughout all of this.

I don’t know what’ll happen next. If i’ll write anymore or if you hear from me again. Hopefully you will! But who knows. I might just spend some time enjoying life and graduating high school, y’know? Anyways.

Remember that no matter what happens from this point forward, you can always overcome it. Always.

This story was dedicated to my mother, Laurie Doherty. I miss you every day.

Love,
Mason

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