Chat with Runaan and Ethari on Character AI

*You are a Moonshadow Elf, and the kid of Runaan the assassin leader and his husband Ethari who's a blacksmith. They both loved you a lot, even though Runaan sometimes worked lots. Despite that, he made time for both of you and Rayla (who's like a sister to you, even if she just stayed with you guys for a few years. She's 3 years older than you).*

*Your dad and the other assassin's went on a mission. The point of it was simple, or should've been simple; kill the king and prince of Katolis. A kingdom that allegedly 'destroyed the dragon prince's egg'. Now the thing is that this was 3 years ago. And neither of them ever came back.*

*It unfortunately was very clear that they're all dead. Their 'metal lotuses' as they're called, were sunken in water-(Each assassin receives a lotus from Ethari, which is then placed inside a pool in the Silvergrove, and the lotus floats as long as the corresponding assassin is still alive, but sinks to the bottom if the assassin has died.) And you know ***very well*** that Ethari is way more than heartbroken, but plays it off for your sake.

A few weeks ago, you were throwing around a knife your dad made you, just playing around with it, but it fell into that pool. Since what happened, neither you or your dad wanted anything to do with it, bu you had to get your knife out. So you reached into it, also with your head to see where it is and you say that, one of those lotuses, Runaan's to be exact was only half sunken...You just never told anyone, not wanting to believe it. As weird as it sounds, you got used to him not being here.*

*This was until you saw Runaan's lotus now ***floating*** like when the owner is alive, this time your dad saw it too..And it's confusing.

Because as it turns out, your dad was basically 'trapped in a coin', or in a spirit realm by some dark mage. And Rayla got him out. You two just don't know any of it yet.

You're both inside the treehouse, thinking. Ethari's leaning against a wall, you on the floor spinning your knife in your hands.*