A group of people wake up in a video game world and are forced to work together to survive and find out how to escape.

The festival.

Chapter 36.

After a bit, the plates are empty, and the table is covered in nothing but scraps and empty glasses. The food was undeniably good, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I feel full in a way that doesn’t come with the weight of stress or exhaustion.

Kaida leans back in her chair, patting her stomach dramatically. “Now that is how you do dinner. I’m officially satisfied.”

“You’re also loud,” Veyron mutters, though his smirk gives away the teasing.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it,” Kaida fires back, crossing her arms with a grin.

Lorien places his fork down neatly, taking a sip of water before glancing at me. “Feeling better?”

I nod, smiling softly. “Yeah, I think I needed this.”

Shade, for once, stays quiet, though I can sense his amusement in the back of my mind. Probably waiting to say something when I least expect it, I think, rolling my eyes internally.

“So,” Kaida says, sitting up suddenly, her grin turning mischievous. “Are we ready for part two of the evening?”

I freeze, my stomach flipping. “What do you mean, part two?”

She waves a hand dismissively. “Oh, come on, you didn’t think dinner was the end, did you? The night’s still young!”

Veyron raises an eyebrow, leaning forward. “And what, exactly, is part two?”

Kaida grins, her eyes practically sparkling with mischief. “You’ll see.”

I groan, slumping in my chair. Why do I feel like this is going to be worse than the first part?

As I stand, the world tilts slightly, and I catch myself on the edge of the table. I may have overdone the wine, I think, wobbling a bit.

Kaida notices immediately, her grin widening. “Uh-oh, someone doesn’t know her limit!”

“I guess I don’t,” I mutter, trying to steady myself. The warmth of the wine lingers in my chest, but it’s doing absolutely nothing to help me feel balanced.

Lorien is already by my side, his hand gently resting on my arm to steady me. “You okay?” he asks softly, his calm presence helping ground me a little.

“I’m fine,” I say quickly, though my cheeks burn as I glance up at him. “Just… didn’t realize how strong that stuff was.”

Veyron smirks, leaning back in his chair. “Classic lightweight move, Artemis.”

“Don’t start,” I snap, glaring at him.

Kaida, of course, is loving every second of this. “This is perfect! I mean, if part two of the night doesn’t pan out, at least we’ve got drunk Artemis to keep us entertained.”

“I’m not drunk,” I grumble, though even I don’t sound convincing.

Lorien’s hand steadies me a little more, his voice calm. “Take it easy. Just move slow.”

“I just lost my balance a little, no big deal,” I mutter, brushing off Lorien’s steadying hand, though I can still feel my cheeks burning.

“Sure you did,” Kaida says, smirking as she crosses her arms. “You’re totally not a lightweight or anything.”

I glare at her, ignoring the faint wobble in my step as I try to focus. “What’s this next part, guys? You’ve been keeping it vague all night.”

Kaida practically lights up, her grin widening. “Oh, you’ll see. It’s going to be so much fun.”

Veyron raises an eyebrow at her, looking less enthusiastic. “That’s what you said about truth or dare, and look how that turned out.”

Kaida waves him off. “Trust me. This is different. No embarrassing stories this time—promise!”

I narrow my eyes at her, not trusting that for a second. “That’s not reassuring.”

“It’ll be fine,” Lorien says softly, his calm tone cutting through the tension. “It’s not as bad as she’s making it sound.”

I glance at him, trying to gauge how truthful he’s being, but his expression remains as steady as ever. He’s impossible to read sometimes.

Kaida claps her hands, bouncing on her toes. “Come on! The night’s still young, and I refuse to let it end without something memorable!”

I sigh, following as she practically drags me toward the door. “I feel like everything with you is already memorable.”

“That’s why you love me,” she chirps, clearly thrilled to have everyone following her lead.

I guess it hasn’t been too bad, I think, the cool night air brushing against my face as we walk. The slight buzz from the wine makes everything feel a little softer, a little warmer, even if Kaida’s boundless energy is still a bit overwhelming.

Kaida practically skips ahead, her grin as bright as the lanterns lining the street. Veyron walks next to her, hands in his pockets, occasionally shaking his head at whatever she’s saying but still sticking close.

Lorien stays by my side, his presence steady as always. He glances at me, his calm gaze catching mine. “Feeling better?”

I nod, managing a small smile. “Definitely.”

Ahead, Kaida spins around, walking backward as she faces us. “You know, Artemis, you don’t seem like you’re having as horrible a time as you thought you would.”

I roll my eyes, though she’s not entirely wrong. “Let’s not push it, Kaida.”

“Come on, admit it,” she teases, grinning. “You’re having fun. Just a little bit?”

I sigh, shaking my head. “I’ll admit it hasn’t been terrible.”

Kaida gasps dramatically, clutching her chest. “I’ll take that as the highest compliment you’ve ever given me!”

Shade hums in the back of my mind. “She’s not wrong—you’re actually relaxing for once. Progress.”

“Don’t get used to it,” I think, but I can’t deny that, despite everything, I’m starting to enjoy the night a little more.

Kaida keeps walking backward, her grin never fading. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop pestering you—for now. But seriously, this next part is going to be so good, you might even thank me later.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” I mutter, though my tone lacks any real edge.

Veyron glances at Kaida, his eyebrow raised. “So, are you actually going to tell us where we’re going, or is this another one of your big surprises?”

Kaida smirks, turning back around and throwing a wink over her shoulder. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”

“That’s what I was afraid of,” he mutters, shaking his head.

Lorien chuckles softly beside me, his hands casually resting in his pockets. “At least she’s keeping it interesting,” he says quietly, his calm voice breaking through the chatter.

I glance up at him, his easy demeanor putting me at ease despite my wariness. “Yeah, that’s one word for it.”

As we walk further, the streets grow quieter, the sounds of the city softening. Lantern light flickers over the cobblestones, and the air feels crisp and cool against my skin.

Finally, Kaida stops in front of a wide, open plaza. A small crowd has gathered near a large circular platform in the center, where a group of performers is setting up instruments and props. Lanterns strung above the area cast a golden glow, and the faint sound of music drifts through the air.

Kaida spins around, her grin wider than ever. “Ta-da! Welcome to the city’s late-night festival!”

I blink, surprised. “A festival?”

“Yup!” she says, clearly proud of herself. “Dancing, music, food stalls, and even games. I figured after a fancy dinner, this would be the perfect way to unwind.”

Veyron raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Dancing? Really?”

Kaida smirks at him. “Oh, don’t worry, rogue boy. I’ll make sure you have fun.”

I sigh, taking in the lively scene. At least this isn’t as bad as I expected. Maybe this could actually be… nice.

Lorien looks at me, his expression calm but warm. “What do you think?”

I shrug, a small smile tugging at my lips. “It’s… not terrible.”

What are the chances of this? I think as Kaida pulls me into the bustling plaza, her excitement practically radiating off her in waves. The warm glow of the lanterns, the lively music filling the air, the faint hum of laughter from the small crowd—it all feels so surreal.

I glance at the performers setting up on the circular platform. A few musicians tune their instruments while dancers practice intricate moves on the sidelines. The entire scene feels out of place, like something plucked from a storybook.

“See? Isn’t this perfect?” Kaida says, spinning around to face me with a triumphant grin.

I sigh, still trying to process everything. “It’s… something.”

“It’s amazing, and you know it,” she says, wagging a finger at me before turning toward the others. “Alright, everyone, we’ve got options—dancing, games, food stalls. Where are we starting?”

Veyron crosses his arms, glancing around skeptically. “I’m guessing you already have a plan, so just tell us.”

Kaida smirks. “Oh, I definitely have a plan.”

Lorien leans closer to me, his voice low. “She’s going to try to drag us into something embarrassing, isn’t she?”

“Without a doubt,” I mutter, shaking my head.

Kaida marches ahead, practically glowing with excitement as we trail behind her. The music picks up, a lively tune with drums and strings that seems to match her energy perfectly.

“This way!” she calls over her shoulder, heading toward the open area near the platform where people have started dancing. The crowd parts slightly, giving us a better view of the swirling movements and laughter.

I hesitate, stopping just before we reach the edge of the dance floor. “Kaida, if this involves me getting dragged into that, I’m out.”

“Oh, come on!” she whines, spinning to face me with her hands on her hips. “It’s a festival! You’re supposed to have fun, Artemis. Live a little!”

“I am living,” I say, crossing my arms. “From a safe distance.”

Veyron chuckles, looking amused as he leans casually against a post.

“You’re going to disappoint Lorien,” Kaida says with a teasing smirk, her words dripping with mock drama.

“I’m not going to be disappointed,” Lorien interjects calmly, his tone as steady as ever.

Kaida grins wider, pointing at him. “Look at him putting on a brave face! Come on, Artemis, you promised you’d go along with tonight. And that includes this!”

I groan, glancing at Lorien, who gives me one of those small, reassuring smiles that somehow manages to make me feel even more flustered. “I don’t think dancing is part of the promise, Kaida,” I say flatly.

Kaida clasps her hands together, leaning toward me dramatically. “Oh, but it is! You said no complaining, and that means you’re not allowed to sit on the sidelines like a grumpy little statue while everyone else is having fun. Right, Veyron?”

Veyron smirks, holding his hands up. “Don’t drag me into this. I’ll let Lorien handle it.”

Lorien steps closer, his calm gaze locking on mine. “You don’t have to if you’re really uncomfortable,” he says softly, his voice carrying no judgment. “But… it could be fun.”

I sigh, my defenses cracking slightly under his steady tone. He’s not pressuring me, but that’s almost worse, I think, my stomach flipping.

Kaida’s eyes light up, clearly sensing my hesitation. “Come on, Artemis! Just one dance. It’s not like anyone here cares if you’re terrible at it.”

“Wow, thanks for the encouragement,” I mutter, but I can already feel myself caving.

Lorien extends a hand toward me, his smile soft but sincere. “What do you say?”

I glance at his hand, then at Kaida, whose grin has turned practically victorious. Why does it feel like I’m walking into a trap?

“Fine,” I mutter, taking his hand reluctantly. “But only because I promised.”

Kaida claps her hands, practically bouncing with excitement. “Yes! This is going to be amazing!”

Lorien’s grip is steady as he leads me toward the open space, his calm presence somehow cutting through my nerves. The music swells, and I take a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for whatever comes next. One dance. Just one. I can survive this.

Lorien leads me to the edge of the crowd where the music seems louder, the rhythm pulsing through the air. The dancers move with fluidity and ease, spinning and stepping in perfect time with the music. I, meanwhile, feel like my legs have forgotten how to function.

“Relax,” Lorien says softly, his calm voice breaking through my spiraling thoughts.

“Easy for you to say,” I mutter, glancing at the effortless way he moves as he positions us in the open space. His grip on my hand is steady, his other hand gently resting on my waist as he pulls me closer.

The music changes, the pace picking up slightly, and I stiffen instinctively. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the melody.

“Then just follow my lead,” Lorien replies, his tone so reassuring it’s almost annoying.

I take a shaky breath and nod. “Okay. Just… don’t laugh at me.”

He gives me a faint smile. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

As the music swells, he guides me into the first step, his movements slow and deliberate to match my hesitation. I try to focus on his lead, my feet awkwardly following his at first. But after a few moments, the rhythm of the music starts to click, and I find myself moving a little more naturally.

“See? You’re doing fine,” Lorien says, his voice warm.

“Don’t jinx it,” I mutter, though

I can’t deny it… this is kind of… magical. The music swirls around us, blending perfectly with the soft golden glow of the lanterns. The crowd fades into the background, their laughter and movement blurring into a pleasant hum.

It’s just me and Lorien.

His steady hand guides me effortlessly, and the nervous knot in my chest starts to loosen. For a moment, I let myself forget the awkwardness, the nerves. It’s just the rhythm of the music, the warmth of his hand, and the way his calm presence feels like it could steady me through anything.

I glance up at him, and he’s already looking at me, his expression soft and unreadable. There’s something in his eyes that makes my heart stutter.

“This isn’t so bad, is it?” he asks softly, his voice barely audible over the music.

“No,” I admit, my voice quieter than I intended. “It’s… kind of nice.”

His lips curve into a small smile, and for a second, it feels like the whole world has gone still.

“Magical, even,” Shade whispers in my mind, breaking the moment like a bucket of cold water. “You’re practically in a fairytale.”

“Not now, Shade,” I think, though I can’t help but feel the tiniest flicker of agreement.

Because as much as I hate to admit it, this moment—this night—does feel like something out of a storybook.

The music shifts slightly, picking up its pace, but I don’t stumble or falter. My earlier nervousness has faded, replaced by something quieter and more confident. Lorien’s lead is steady, and for the first time, I’m not overthinking every step. I just… move.

The warm breeze carries the scent of flowers from a nearby stall, mingling with the sound of laughter and the rhythm of the music. My movements feel lighter now, more natural, and I can’t help but smile as Lorien spins me gently, pulling me back into his arms effortlessly.

“See?” he says softly, his calm tone carrying just the faintest hint of pride. “Told you you’d be fine.”

“Alright, fine,” I say, rolling my eyes playfully. “You were right.”

His faint smile widens just a little, and for a moment, it feels like the space between us isn’t just small—it’s nonexistent.

Kaida’s voice cuts through the moment, loud and teasing. “Look at you two! I’m not sure if I should be impressed or jealous!”

I glance over and see her twirling in Veyron’s reluctant arms, her energy completely unrestrained as she laughs and sways to the music. Veyron, for all his protests, is surprisingly graceful, though the slight flush on his face betrays his annoyance at being dragged into this.

“You’re doing great, Veyron!” I call, smirking.

“Don’t encourage her!” he shouts back, though there’s no real anger in his voice.

Lorien chuckles, his hand tightening slightly on mine as he guides me into another turn. “She’s certainly in her element,” he says, his tone warm.

I nod, glancing back at him. “Yeah. But… I think this is mine.”

He tilts his head slightly, his gaze softening. “It suits you,” he says quietly, and there’s something in his voice—something calm, steady, but undeniably sincere—that makes my chest tighten.

The music slows, the lively rhythm easing into something softer, more intimate. The chatter around us fades further into the background, leaving just the sound of the melody and the faint hum of lanterns swaying in the breeze.

Lorien doesn’t let go, his hand still steady on mine, the other resting lightly against my waist. I don’t pull away either, something about the moment feeling too perfect to break.

“You’re really not bad at this,” I say, my voice quieter now, almost as if speaking too loudly might shatter the moment.

“I had a good partner,” he replies smoothly, his faint smile sending a pleasant warmth rushing through me.

Kaida’s laughter rings out somewhere behind us, reminding me that the world hasn’t disappeared, but I barely notice. Lorien’s presence is grounding, his calm energy cutting through everything else.

“Did you think tonight would turn out like this?” he asks softly, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

“Not even a little,” I admit, shaking my head slightly. “I thought it’d be a disaster.”

“And now?” he asks, his gaze never leaving mine.

I hesitate for only a moment before answering. “Now… it’s not so bad.”

His smile deepens, his hand tightening on mine ever so slightly. “Not so bad?”

I roll my eyes, but I can’t help smiling back. “Fine. It’s… nice.”

“Nice,” he echoes, his voice teasing but soft.

Before I can respond the song reaches its final notes, the music slowing as Lorien moves in perfect time with it. Then, with a smooth motion, he dips me gently, his hand steady on my waist as I lean into his hold.

Before I really process what’s happening, he leans in closer, his face just inches from mine. His calm, steady gaze locks on mine for a moment, and then his lips meet mine.

It’s soft at first, unhurried and warm, but the depth behind it makes my chest tighten. The world fades completely, leaving only the warmth of him and the soft brush of his lips.

I blink up at him, my heart racing as a small smile tugs at the corner of my lips. “You really know how to end a dance,” I murmur, my voice softer than I expect.

Lorien’s faint smile widens just a bit, a rare flicker of amusement crossing his calm demeanor. “It felt right,” he says simply, his voice steady but carrying a warmth that lingers in the air between us.

The crowd around us claps and cheers as the song officially ends, the noise pulling me back to reality. I glance around quickly, my cheeks burning as I realize how many people probably just saw that.

Kaida’s laughter cuts through the noise, and I catch her grinning wildly from the edge of the dance floor, Veyron looking somewhere between annoyed and amused beside her.

“Well, that was worth the price of admission!” Kaida shouts, winking at me.

I groan, hiding my face against Lorien’s chest as he pulls me upright, his chuckle soft. “Let them tease,” he murmurs. “They’re not wrong.”

I peek up at him, my heart still racing but my smile impossible to hide. Maybe they’re not.

“Alright, let’s do some other stuff!” Kaida announces, clapping her hands and practically skipping toward us. “We can always dance more later!”

I sigh, stepping back from Lorien reluctantly. His steady hand lingers on mine for just a moment longer before he releases it, his faint smile still present.

“What exactly do you have in mind?” I ask Kaida, my voice wary.

Kaida grins, spinning on her heel to face the bustling plaza. “Games, of course! There’s a whole row of stalls over there with challenges and prizes. You know, the kind where you throw things, win something ridiculous, and feel like a hero for five minutes.”

Veyron crosses his arms, smirking. “Let me guess—you’re dragging us all into it whether we want to or not?”

“Obviously,” Kaida says without missing a beat. “Come on, Artemis! This’ll be fun!”

I glance at Lorien, who nods slightly. “We might as well,” he says calmly.

“Fine,” I mutter, letting Kaida grab my arm and drag me toward the game stalls. “But if this ends with me holding a giant stuffed animal, I’m blaming you.”

Kaida laughs, her eyes sparkling. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you win something good.”

As we approach the row of stalls, the sounds of cheering and clinking coins grow louder. Lanterns hanging overhead cast a golden glow on the colorful booths, each offering a different challenge. One has targets lined up for a throwing game, another features hoops that need to be tossed onto bottles, and further down, there’s a spinning wheel covered in painted symbols.

“Alright,” Kaida says, planting her hands on her hips as she surveys the options. “Where do we start?”

Veyron smirks, gesturing toward the throwing game. “How about we see who’s actually got good aim?”

Kaida narrows her eyes at him. “Oh, you’re on, rogue boy.”

I sigh, stepping closer to Lorien as the others dive into their usual antics. This is going to get competitive fast, I think, shaking my head as Kaida and Veyron start bantering about who’s going to win.

I might have a bit of an advantage here, I think, watching the game stall owner reset the targets. Being the one the game decided should be an archer has to count for something.

Kaida’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts. “Come on, chicken boy! Targets!” she says, laughing as she waves Veyron forward.

Veyron narrows his eyes at her, smirking. “Chicken boy? Alright, Kaida, let’s see if you can back that up.”

The stall owner gestures toward the line of targets at the back of the booth, handing over a few wooden balls to Veyron first. “Three throws for one gold. Hit all three for a prize.”

Veyron steps up, tossing a ball into the air and catching it smoothly, his confidence practically radiating. “Watch and learn, Kaida.”

Kaida crosses her arms, leaning against the counter. “Oh, I’m watching. Try not to miss.”

I stifle a laugh, stepping closer to Lorien as Veyron lines up his first throw. He lets it fly, and the ball hits the first target dead center, knocking it back with a satisfying thunk.

“Not bad,” Kaida admits grudgingly. “Let’s see if you can keep it up.”

The second throw flies just as true, hitting the next target with the same precision. Veyron smirks, clearly enjoying himself. “This is almost too easy,” he says, glancing at Kaida.

“Careful, your ego’s showing,” I mutter, earning a chuckle from Lorien.

Veyron takes aim for the final target, but this time his smirk falters just slightly. The ball veers off-center, grazing the edge of the target but not knocking it down.

Kaida immediately bursts out laughing, clapping her hands. “Almost too easy, huh? That was great!”

Veyron groans, running a hand through his hair. “It still counts as a hit if I grazed it, right?”

The stall owner shakes his head with a grin. “Sorry, close doesn’t cut it.”

Kaida steps up, grabbing the next set of balls. “Alright, move aside. Let me show you how it’s done.”

As Kaida starts her turn, I glance at Lorien, who’s watching the scene unfold with quiet amusement.

“You going to give it a try?” he asks, his tone light.

I shrug, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Maybe. But let’s see how Kaida does first.”

By all logic, Veyron should have outperformed Kaida. He’s literally someone who throws daggers for a living. But somehow, Kaida, with all her chaotic energy and lack of precision, steps up and knocks down all three targets—though not gracefully.

Her first throw wobbles in the air and barely clips the edge of the target, but it’s enough to tip it over. She laughs like she meant to do that.

The second throw is even worse, veering to the side before bouncing off something and toppling the target almost by accident.

“Are you kidding me?” Veyron mutters, watching in disbelief as Kaida picks up her third ball.

“Oh, don’t worry, rogue boy,” Kaida says, grinning wildly. “I saved the best for last.”

Her final throw, miraculously, hits the target directly. It’s not elegant, but all three targets are down.

Kaida throws her hands up in victory. “And that’s how you do it!”

Veyron stares at the knocked-down targets, his smirk replaced by pure disbelief. “How? How did you just—?!”

“It’s called raw talent,” Kaida says, flipping her hair dramatically. “You should try it sometime.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “That wasn’t raw talent, Kaida. That was sheer luck.”

“Luck or not, they’re down, aren’t they?” she says, winking as the stall owner hands her a small, stuffed dragon as a prize. She holds it up triumphantly. “Meet my new best friend!”

Veyron crosses his arms, muttering, “This is rigged.”

“Careful,” Lorien says, his tone calm but amused. “She might beat you at something else next.”

Kaida leans over to me, still grinning. “Your turn, Artemis. Let’s see if the archer can live up to her title.”

I step up to the counter, the wooden balls feeling heavier than they should as I roll one in my palm. Alright, Artemis. No pressure. Just don’t completely embarrass yourself.

Behind me, Kaida is still riding her high, waving her stuffed dragon around like it’s a trophy. “Come on, Artemis! Let’s see if the game’s chosen archer can actually hit something!”

“No pressure,” I mutter under my breath, taking aim at the first target. I line up the throw, trying to tune out the chatter around me, and let it fly.

The ball sails straight, hitting the first target dead center and knocking it back with a loud thunk.

“See? Easy,” I say, glancing over my shoulder at Kaida, who pouts playfully.

“Show-off,” she mutters, hugging her dragon.

I pick up the second ball, my confidence growing. This time, I throw without hesitation, and the ball slams into the second target with the same satisfying precision.

Kaida groans dramatically. “Okay, we get it. You’re good.”

I grab the final ball, taking a deep breath as I aim for the last target. The music and chatter around the plaza fade into the background as I focus. I throw, and the ball hits the target squarely, sending it flying back.

Kaida throws her hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay! You win, Artemis!”

The stall owner hands me a prize—another stuffed animal, this one a small, fluffy wolf. I glance at it, a smile tugging at my lips despite myself.

“Nice,” Lorien says, stepping up beside me. “Now it’s my turn, right?”

I hand him the next set of wooden balls, smirking slightly. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

Kaida grins, leaning against the counter. “Oh, this should be good.”

Lorien takes one of the balls, weighing it in his hand as he steps up. He doesn’t look nervous—he never does—but there’s a calm focus in his eyes as he lines up his first throw.

The ball flies straight, hitting the first target with ease. He picks up the second ball and does the same, his movements smooth and deliberate.

“Of course,” Kaida mutters, rolling her eyes.

When he throws the final ball, it not only hits the last target, but it knocks it clean off the stand, sending it tumbling to the ground.

“Show-off,” I say, grinning at him.

He glances at me, his faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I had a good example to follow.”

The stall owner hands him a stuffed raven as his prize, and Kaida groans dramatically. “Okay, I’m officially done with this game. Let’s find another one!”

I laugh softly, hugging my fluffy wolf as we step away from the stall. Not bad. Not bad at all.

“This is so rigged,” Veyron grumbles, glaring at the stall like it personally wronged him.

Kaida grins, clearly enjoying his misery, and holds out her stuffed dragon. “Aww, here. Why don’t you take Mr. Scales? Maybe he’ll make you feel better.”

Veyron stares at the dragon like it’s some kind of cursed artifact. “My pride…” he mutters, though he reluctantly takes it. He holds the dragon at arm’s length, his expression somewhere between annoyance and resignation. “Why do they even give away stuffed dragons? Aren’t dragons, like, evil monsters that kidnap cows or something?”

Kaida gasps dramatically, clutching her chest. “Excuse you! Mr. Scales is not evil. He’s adorable, and I’ll have you know he would never kidnap a cow. Maybe a chicken, but definitely not a cow.”

Veyron raises an eyebrow. “So, you’re saying he’s only partially evil?”

Kaida smirks. “I’m saying he’s misunderstood.”

I shake my head, smiling as I watch them bicker. “Come on, guys. Let’s see what other games they’ve got before this gets any weirder.”

“Too late,” Veyron mutters, glancing at the dragon in his hand before tucking it under his arm. “But fine. Let’s move on before I end up with another one of these things.”

Kaida loops her arm through his, dragging him toward the next stall. “Oh, don’t worry, rogue boy. We’ll find you something even better than a stuffed dragon.”

“Can’t wait,” he says dryly, though his faint smirk betrays him.

Lorien steps up beside me, the stuffed raven in his hand looking oddly fitting for him. He glances down at me, his calm smile softening. “Ready for round two?”

I nod, hugging my wolf. If this is the rest of the night, I think I can handle it.

Assuming there aren’t any more surprises, at least, I think, hugging the stuffed wolf tighter as we approach the next stall—a hoop toss.

The setup is simple: rows of glass bottles lined up on a table, the goal being to toss the small wooden hoops and land them perfectly over the necks. Easy in theory, but probably frustrating in execution.

Kaida claps her hands together, her grin widening. “Alright, who’s up first? I feel like this is more my kind of game.”

Veyron smirks, crossing his arms as he glances at her. “You mean the kind where luck carries you through again?”

Kaida narrows her eyes at him but doesn’t lose her grin. “You just wish you had my talent.”

The stall owner steps up, holding a handful of hoops. “Five hoops for two gold. The more you land, the bigger the prize.”

Kaida spins on her heel to face us. “Alright, who’s feeling lucky? Or should I show you all how it’s done again?”

Veyron groans, rubbing his temples. “Someone else go first. I need a break from her ‘luck.’”

I glance at Lorien, who looks calm as ever, his raven prize tucked neatly under his arm. He raises an eyebrow at me, his small smile teasing. “Ladies first?”

I sigh, stepping forward. “Fine, but if this one’s rigged, I’m blaming Kaida.”

She gasps, pretending to look offended. “Excuse me! You’ll thank me when you win something amazing.”

I take the hoops from the stall owner, feeling their weight in my hands as I size up the bottles. No pressure, I think, though the faint buzz of excitement from the night hasn’t quite worn off.

“Let’s see if the archer has good aim with hoops,” Veyron says, smirking as he leans against the stall.

“Don’t jinx it,” I mutter, taking a deep breath as I prepare to throw.

I focus on the row of glass bottles in front of me, trying to block out Kaida’s teasing grin and Veyron’s smirk. It’s just a game, I think, though I can already feel the pressure building as they all watch me.

I toss the first hoop, aiming for the closest bottle. It arcs through the air, landing neatly on the neck of the bottle with a satisfying clink.

Kaida gasps dramatically. “She’s actually good at this! Who would’ve thought?”

“Quiet,” I mutter, though a small smile tugs at my lips.

The second hoop doesn’t go as smoothly—it bounces off the edge of a bottle, wobbling before falling to the side. Kaida winces playfully, but I ignore her, focusing on the third.

The third toss is better, landing squarely on a bottle near the middle. I let out a small sigh of relief, glancing at Lorien, who gives me an encouraging nod.

The fourth misses completely, but I nail the final toss, the hoop circling the neck of the last bottle. Three out of five—not bad.

Kaida claps enthusiastically. “See? I told you this was fun! What’d I tell you, Artemis? You’re a natural.”

The stall owner hands me a small prize—a stuffed fox this time. I glance at it, then at my growing collection of stuffed animals, and sigh. “I’m going to need a bigger bag if this keeps up.”

Lorien chuckles softly. “At this rate, we’ll have a whole zoo by the end of the night.”

“Alright, who’s next?” I ask, stepping aside and hugging the fox against the wolf.

Kaida grabs the hoops eagerly. “Me, obviously. Time to show you how it’s done!”

I step back, watching as she lines up her first throw. It wobbles in the air before landing perfectly on a bottle, and Kaida grins like she’s just won a major battle.

This is going to be interesting, I think, leaning against the counter.

Kaida tosses the second hoop with a little too much enthusiasm, and it sails past the front bottles, hitting one in the back. The bottle wobbles dangerously before toppling off the table and hitting the ground with a dull thud.

“Oops!” Kaida exclaims, putting a hand to her mouth. “Sorry about that!”

The stall owner waves it off, clearly used to this. “Happens all the time. No harm done.”

Veyron smirks, leaning against the counter. “You sure you’re not secretly trying to destroy every game in this plaza?”

Kaida sticks her tongue out at him. “It’s called passion, rogue boy. You wouldn’t understand.”

I cross my arms, shaking my head. “You’ve got three more throws. Maybe don’t knock over the entire stall this time.”

Kaida huffs dramatically but picks up the third hoop, narrowing her eyes at the bottles like they personally offended her. She tosses it with a bit more care this time, and it loops perfectly around one of the bottles in the middle row.

“Ha! See? I’m amazing,” she declares, grinning at all of us.

Lorien chuckles softly beside me. “If she gets any more, we’ll never hear the end of it.”

She misses the fourth throw entirely, the hoop landing on the ground with a hollow clatter. Kaida groans but quickly grabs the final hoop, tossing it with dramatic flair. It bounces off the rim of a bottle and falls short.

“Well,” she says, spinning around with her hands on her hips. “At least I didn’t embarrass myself. And I got one!”

The stall owner hands her a small prize—a stuffed frog. Kaida stares at it for a moment before grinning. “Alright, not bad. Meet Froggy the Fabulous.”

“Creative name,” I mutter, earning a glare and a laugh from her as she steps aside.

Veyron sighs, reluctantly picking up the hoops. “Fine, I’m in. But if I win another stuffed dragon, I’m leaving it behind.”

Kaida smirks. “Oh, you’re definitely getting something good. Or you’ll knock over more bottles than me.”

Veyron glares at her, his smirk still present. “We’ll see.”

Veyron steps up to the counter, his smirk shifting to a focused expression as he picks up the first hoop. He tosses it with practiced ease, and it lands perfectly on one of the bottles near the front.

Kaida gasps dramatically. “Okay, okay, not bad!”

Veyron ignores her, already lining up his next throw. The second and third hoops hit their marks just as easily, and he barely even pauses before tossing the fourth and fifth. By the time he’s done, five hoops are perfectly nestled around the bottle necks.

The stall owner grins, clearly impressed. “Well done! That’s all five. You get the top prize.” He reaches behind the counter and pulls out a large, fluffy stuffed dog.

Kaida’s eyes light up. “It’s so cute!” she exclaims, practically bouncing on her toes. “Y’know… I did give you the dragon, so…”

Veyron raises an eyebrow, holding the stuffed dog out of her reach. “Oh, is that how this works? I do all the work, and you get the prize?”

Kaida pouts, her hands clasped together in mock desperation. “Please, Veyron? I mean, look at it! It’s adorable! Don’t you want Froggy the Fabulous to have a friend?”

Veyron glances at the dog, then at Kaida, his smirk returning. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous,” he says, finally handing it over.

Kaida squeals with excitement, hugging the oversized dog to her chest. “I knew you had a heart somewhere under all that sarcasm!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Veyron mutters, rolling his eyes. “Just don’t make a habit of this.”

Kaida spins around, the stuffed dog still clutched tightly. “Alright, Lorien, you’re up! Let’s see if you can beat Veyron’s perfect score.”

Lorien steps forward, his calm demeanor unwavering as he picks up the hoops. “I’ll try not to disappoint,” he says, his faint smile making my chest tighten just a little.

Kaida grins mischievously, hugging the oversized stuffed dog like it’s a prized treasure. “Come on, Lorien! Win something for Artemis!”

My face instantly heats, and I glare at Kaida. “Kaida, stop.”

“What?” she says innocently, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’ve already got a cute little wolf and a fox. You need something from him to complete your collection!”

Lorien chuckles softly, picking up the first hoop. “No pressure, right?” he says, glancing at me with a faint smile.

I groan, crossing my arms. “Ignore her. Just throw the hoops.”

He doesn’t say anything, but his smile lingers as he focuses on the bottles. His movements are calm and precise, and the first hoop lands perfectly on a bottle.

Kaida claps dramatically. “Look at that! One down!”

“Kaida,” I hiss, glaring at her again, though she just grins wider.

Lorien lines up the second hoop, tossing it with the same smooth motion. It lands perfectly again, followed quickly by the third.

“Is he just good at everything?” Veyron mutters, leaning against the counter.

“Pretty much,” Kaida says, smirking as she elbows him.

The fourth hoop wobbles slightly in the air, but Lorien adjusts his stance ever so slightly, and it lands. By the time he throws the final hoop, it’s no surprise when it lands perfectly on the last bottle.

The stall owner nods approvingly. “Another perfect score. You’ve got your choice of prizes.”

Lorien glances at the selection of oversized stuffed animals hanging on the wall—bears, eagles, even a giant rabbit. But his eyes settle on a large, fluffy white tiger with black stripes. He picks it without hesitation and turns toward me, holding it out.

“For you,” he says simply, his calm tone making the gesture feel even more meaningful.

My cheeks burn again as I take the tiger from him, my fingers brushing against his briefly. “Thank you,” I mumble, hugging the plush against my chest.

Kaida practically squeals, clapping her hands. “I knew it! So romantic!”

I glance up at Lorien, who’s watching me with that steady, soft gaze that makes my heart race all over again.

“I mean, I’m more romantic because I gave Kaida one first, so I win,” Veyron says, grinning smugly as he crosses his arms.

Kaida immediately turns to him, narrowing her eyes but smirking. “Actually, I gave you mine first. So technically, if that’s how you win, I do.”

Veyron raises an eyebrow, his grin not fading. “Oh, really? I seem to remember you forcing Mr. Scales onto me, so I’m not sure that counts as romantic.”

Kaida gasps, clutching her stuffed dog dramatically. “How dare you insult my generosity! That dragon was a symbol of my affection!”

“Affection, huh?” Veyron mutters, smirking as he leans in slightly. “You’re just mad because my prize is bigger.”

Kaida holds up the dog like it’s a trophy. “Size doesn’t matter! Froggy the Fabulous and Mr. Fluffy are perfect, thank you very much!”

I groan, shaking my head as they continue their ridiculous back-and-forth. “Can you two stop arguing about stuffed animals for five minutes?”

Lorien chuckles softly beside me, his calm presence grounding as always. “You think they’ll ever admit they’re both just as bad as each other?”

“Absolutely not.” I mutter, hugging the tiger closer.

Kaida turns back to us, pointing at Veyron like she’s just declared victory in some grand competition. “See? This is why I’m the most romantic here!”

Veyron rolls his eyes but smirks. “Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

“I think it’s cute how competitive they are,” Lorien whispers, his voice low enough that only I can hear. “Especially when he so clearly wants to impress her.”

I glance up at him, surprised by the comment, and then back at Kaida and Veyron, who are still locked in their ridiculous argument about who’s more romantic.

Veyron leans against the counter, smirking. “Admit it, Kaida—you’re just mad because I’m better at literally everything.”

Kaida gasps, clutching the dog even tighter. “Excuse me?! You couldn’t even win the dragon on your own. I gave it to you, remember? That’s teamwork, rogue boy!”

Veyron shrugs casually. “Or pity.”

Kaida steps closer, her grin widening as her eyes narrow. “Careful, Veyron. I might just keep this one for myself.”

Lorien leans a little closer to me, his faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “See? He’s trying, even if he doesn’t realize it.”

I raise an eyebrow, looking at Lorien. “You think that’s him trying?”

Lorien nods slightly, his gaze steady. “He wouldn’t let her win so easily if he wasn’t.”

I glance back at them, catching the way Veyron’s smirk falters just slightly whenever Kaida leans in too close or flashes one of her mischievous smiles. Huh. Maybe Lorien’s got a point.

“Well, they’ve got their own weird way of flirting,” I whisper back, smirking.

Kaida suddenly spins around, pointing dramatically at me. “Artemis! Tell him I’m obviously the better partner here!”

I blink, caught off guard. “Why am I involved in this?”

“Because you’re unbiased!” Kaida says, though her grin says otherwise.

“Absolutely not,” I say firmly, shaking my head. “I’m not getting dragged into your chaos.”

Veyron smirks. “Smart choice.”

Kaida groans but doesn’t press further, and I can’t help but laugh softly. They’re a mess, but Lorien’s right—it’s kind of cute.

“Alright, let’s see what this wheel is about,” Kaida says, already marching toward the next stall with her stuffed dog under her arm.

Veyron sighs but follows, muttering, “What are the odds this one is rigged too?”

The stall is simple but eye-catching. A large wooden wheel covered in colorful painted symbols spins in the center, with a row of smaller prizes displayed beneath it. Lanterns hang above, casting a warm glow over the stand.

The stall owner, a wiry man with a sharp smile, gestures to the wheel. “Step right up! Spin the wheel and try your luck. Land on gold for the best prize, silver for something special, or bronze for something small—but no one walks away empty-handed!”

Kaida stops in front of the wheel, her eyes lighting up. “Oh, this looks fun! Who’s going first?”

“I’m guessing you’ll volunteer,” Veyron says, leaning against the counter with a smirk.

Kaida grins. “You know me so well.” She pulls out a coin, handing it to the stall owner, who nods and gestures for her to spin.

She grabs the wheel with both hands, giving it a dramatic spin that makes the entire thing rattle. It spins quickly at first, the colors blurring together, before gradually slowing.

We all lean in as the wheel clicks into place, landing on a silver star.

“Silver!” the stall owner announces, reaching down to grab a prize. He hands her a small but intricate bracelet made of woven leather and adorned with tiny silver charms.

Kaida gasps, holding it up like it’s a crown. “Ooh, this is cute! Look, it even has a tiny dragon charm!”

Veyron raises an eyebrow. “Another dragon, huh?”

Kaida ignores him, slipping the bracelet onto her wrist. “Alright, your turn, rogue boy. Let’s see if you can top this!”

Veyron groans but steps forward, tossing a coin onto the counter. “Fine, but only because I know you’ll keep bugging me if I don’t.”

He grabs the wheel and gives it a firm spin. The wheel rattles again, slowing down after a moment and landing on a bronze moon.

The stall owner hands him a small keychain shaped like a dagger. Veyron holds it up, smirking slightly. “Fitting.”

Kaida laughs. “You get a dagger, and I get a dragon. Perfect!”

Lorien looks at me, tilting his head slightly. “What do you think? Should we try it?”

I glance at the wheel, still clicking softly as it resets. It couldn’t hurt…

“Alright,” I say, stepping forward. “Let’s see what I get.”

I step up to the wheel, the warm glow of the lanterns making the painted symbols shimmer slightly. I hand over a coin, the stall owner nodding with a smile.

“Good luck!” he says, stepping back.

I grab the wheel and give it a firm spin, the colors blending into a whirl of motion as the wheel rattles. My stomach flips slightly as it slows down, the clicking sound drawing out the suspense.

Finally, it lands on a gold star, and the stall owner’s face lights up. “Gold! Congratulations!”

Kaida cheers loudly, nearly bouncing on her heels. “Yes! Look at you, Artemis!”

The stall owner reaches behind the counter, pulling out a medium-sized velvet pouch. He opens it slightly, revealing a sparkling necklace with a single gemstone pendant in the shape of a teardrop. The stone shimmers faintly, catching the light in a way that makes it almost seem enchanted.

“This beauty is yours,” he says, holding it out to me.

I hesitate for a moment before taking it, the cool metal of the chain brushing against my fingers. The gem is deep green, almost matching my dress, and it feels oddly… significant.

“Wow,” Kaida says, leaning in to get a closer look. “That’s gorgeous! You’ve got to wear it tonight!”

I glance at her, then at Lorien, who’s watching me with that calm, steady gaze of his. He gives me a faint smile, and I feel my cheeks heat up.

“Alright,” I mutter, unclasping the chain and slipping it around my neck. The pendant rests in the middle of my chest, its cool weight a strange comfort.

“It suits you,” Lorien says softly, his voice so quiet I almost miss it.

Kaida claps her hands. “Okay, your turn, Lorien! Let’s see if you can get something to match Artemis’s necklace!”

Lorien chuckles, stepping forward. “I doubt I’ll get that lucky, but we’ll see.”

He spins the wheel, his movements smooth and deliberate, and we all lean in as it slows. The clicking stops, and it lands on a silver star.

The stall owner hands him a polished silver bracelet, simple but elegant, with a faint engraving of what looks like waves etched into the metal.

Kaida grins. “Ooh, matching accessories! It’s meant to be!”

I groan, trying to hide my blush as Lorien slips the bracelet onto his wrist. He glances at me again, his faint smile still there.

“Guess it’s not too bad,” he says lightly.

“Alright, what’s next?” Kaida says, still buzzing with excitement. “This place just keeps getting better!”

This feels rigged by the game, I think, glancing down at the green gemstone resting against my collarbone, the faint shimmer of the silver chain catching the light. The green charm, the matching bracelet Lorien got, the repeated dragons, Veyron’s dagger… It’s all just a little too perfect. But why? Why would the game go to all this trouble for something so small and seemingly meaningless?

Shade’s voice hums softly in the back of my mind, as if he’s been waiting for me to notice. “You’re not wrong, you know. The odds of all this happening randomly? Slim to none.”

“You’re saying this isn’t just coincidence?” I think, frowning slightly.

“Maybe it’s a coincidence,” Shade replies smoothly. “Or maybe the game—or whatever controls it—is giving you a little nudge. Testing you. Drawing you in.”

“Why would it even care about something so minuscule?”

Shade’s voice takes on a smug tone. “Minuscule? Maybe. But it’s working, isn’t it? Look at you—wearing that necklace, holding onto that wolf. The others are enjoying themselves. Even you’re having fun. Maybe it’s just a way to keep you… engaged.”

“Great,” I think sarcastically.

Shade chuckles softly. “Don’t overthink it, Artemis. Just keep your eyes open. You’re sharp—I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

I sigh, forcing myself to focus on the moment as Kaida practically skips ahead, already scanning the plaza for the next stall. Lorien glances at me, his calm expression steady, and I manage a small smile in return.

Whatever this is, I’ll figure it out. But for now, I just need to survive Kaida’s endless energy.

“I think it’s time for the other thing, Kaida,” Lorien says calmly, his voice cutting through Kaida’s excited rambling about what game stall to try next.

Kaida freezes mid-step, spinning on her heel to face him. Her grin grows impossibly wider, and her eyes practically sparkle with mischief. “Oh, you mean that thing?”

I blink, frowning at both of them. “What thing? What are you talking about?”

Kaida waves a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it, Artemis. It’s a surprise.”

I groan, narrowing my eyes. “Kaida, the last time you said that, I ended up wearing—”

“Shh, shh!” she interrupts, placing a finger to her lips and grinning. “This is a good surprise, I promise.”

Veyron raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but skeptical. “And by ‘good,’ do you mean something that won’t embarrass everyone here?”

Kaida snorts. “Oh, come on. Where’s the fun in that?”

Lorien glances at me, his expression calm but carrying a faint smile. “Trust me. You’ll like this one.”

I sigh, hugging the stuffed tiger closer. Why do I feel like this is going to be more chaos?

End of chapter 36.