Eventide (Her Father, My Master Book 3)

Though I know you support Othelloshipping, you were right with guessing it is Black. I am happy you love this story. I have updated this story, but also decided to turn it into a series as well. Eventide is out as of today. I hope to see you. What took you so long to update, JulietShadow - ExaltedLight - whoever you are? Life got in the way, Touko - Hilda - White - whoever you are. Hello, Lady of a Thousand Names! It has been so long since we have last journeyed together.

What brings you to these papery parts? Can we focus on the story and not try to find a cover photo of White, me and him in it? I do not want to be in the same photo as Natural either. Why have you promoted me to main character status when everyone voted otherwise? You and everyone else will find out why as they read this fanfic.

I'm still writing Ferriswheelshipping moments, although I have promised Chessshipping ones. That means I am probably going to write Monochromeshipping. Eventide will narrated by Black, N, White and a handful of others. I hope you will like the first chapter. Sleep in Opelucid City. I would've gotten some if it weren't for those thoughts running through my mind. I slipped out of the guest room the Evans family had loaned me and made my way to the balcony, surveying the ebony caul called the sky.

It stretched before me endlessly, inlaid with glittering pearls and embraced by murky mountains. Beyond the mountainous boundaries lied the rest of Unova and the ocean. Nostalgia surged through me as I thought about my homeland. I took a deep breath as I pulled out a pyramidal pendulum fashioned out of rose quartz from my windbreaker. The pendulum was a memento of my mother, who had given it to me shortly before she went missing.

You must protect our family with this pendulum one day, she had told me. Until that day comes, guard it with your life! She might as well have poured acid on me, because there were days where I had nightmares about the pendulum.

Nightmares about sinister voices belonging to no one. Do you know what they said? That pendulum is as old as time. It belonged to a very ancient, distinguished house that had lost its dignity - a house you descend from. Why would I care about that? All I want is to track down that boy and find out what happened to my mother! I couldn't care less whom I descend from! Your mother had said the same thing once, they chuckled. You'll think differently just as she did, Black. You'll make sure that an old wrong shall be avenged, child.

Why bother delaying the inevitable? Blastoise materialized into being, giving a big, loud yawn before gazing at me adoringly. Having Blastoise here banished the vengeful specters belonging to ancient history from my mind. Are you afraid of the dark again, Black? Blastoise joked mentally, albeit there was a hint of concern in his voice. Or are you afraid of dreaming about those specters? Why would I be scared of them? They're just jealous I can sleep, that's all!

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I thought jokingly, grasping one of Blastoise's bazooka barrels. They zap me with visions about how lovely their lives were. In any case, it'd be silly if I were afraid of the dark. I'm named Black, remember? I knew Blastoise would see through my facade rather quickly; he was rather intuitive when it came to my emotional state. You're hurting, aren't you? That's quite all right, Black. Just remember I'm here, okay? You've always been there for me ever since I was a baby Squirtle.

Well, of course we're family, I agreed. What good were their words if they're hypocritical? Team Plasma were nothing more than hypocrites who had deluded themselves into believing they fought for justice! In the end, they wanted self-satisfaction just as any other human! It's easy to judge humans, Blastoise warned me. Of course you already know that.

That was true unfortunately. White and Platina may feel Natural was redeemable though I had my doubts. I found myself recalling the time where Natural had accused me of being a Team Plasma informant, which was absolutely absurd. I loathed each and every one of the Seven Sages for reasons known only to Platina, Red and myself.

Now I might not know why my ancestors hungered for revenge twenty-four seven, but I knew this:. I don't care what Red says; I must settle the score, I thought , and save my mother from that boy. Hey, you said you wanted an old wrong avenged, you crazy ancestors! Well, how about making Emerald and that boy repent and despair for their noble cause? You know, the one that had made me motherless? That should satisfy you all, don't you think?

Revenge doesn't solve anything, Blastoise thought sternly. You should abandon your quest for vengeance and carry out the mission, Black. Your mother's counting on you! I stared at Blastoise for a while before letting go of his bazooka barrels and falling to the floor in exhaustion.

The world of dreams consumed me whole before I knew it. Or was it the world of nightmares that would consume me tonight? Don't leave my side, Blastoise, I thought as I slipped into some much-needed slumber. My dreamscape decided to head to the National Park in Johto; I knew Johto very well since I had visited the region frequently as a child. The aroma of honeysuckle drifted from the Sunkern hiding in the tall grass. A flock of Jumpluff sailed through the National Park morning air, singing merrily.

Ledyba whizzed out from under the trees, alight with joy. I noticed a couple of Scyther lurking about as though they were ninja jumping straight from the pages of a Johtonese history book. One Scyther leaped from the grass, sunlight illuminating its bladed wings as it swung at a skinny tree and sliced it cleanly in half. This was a rather serene memory I was revisiting.

However, Black Urania and serenity could never coexist in the same sentence. A pulsating dome made of dark energy appeared in the north, swallowing the Mortar mountain range east of Ecruteak City. It spread outward at the speed of light, turning the most majestic and beautiful of towns into either ruins or rubble. An ear-splitting noise reminiscent of an avalanche reverberated around the collapsing structures. It was far too easy to imagine the bloodcurdling cries and shrieks of agony piercing through the tempestuous sunless morning sky, now dyed a violent shade of red.

I watched in horror as the humble region of Johto was reduced to nothing more than a post-apocalyptic wasteland. How could you still deny the inevitable? Forget about the House of Berlitz, Black! That's all ancient history, I shot back. You're one of our brethren, the voice responded.

By avenging your mother, you're avenging our house! You may still be disillusioned with your mother although you can still save her. The spook dragged me southward until I stood above a blackened land, husks of buildings lying across ravaged cities and towns.

Grotesque curls of gray swirled around an imposing volcano and stretched toward a turbulent mass of iron gray. I was under the impression that the spook had shown me not even a tenth of the devastated region of Sinnoh. Turn your back on your allies or your mother and Johto shall meet the same fate as Sinnoh!

You're lying, I snapped. I'll save my mother from Furvum Imperium and defeat that boy! Strong sunlight streamed through the windows, which meant it was morning. I opened my bleary eyes and let loose a yawn as I turned on my side. I would've fallen asleep again normally although a voice outside was shrieking something about lying. I replayed the voice in my mind sleepily before I recognized it to be Black's.

The cobwebs over my eyes dissolved almost instantly. I bolted upright on the bed, feeling a surge of panic go through me. I flung the cover off me as I climbed down from the bed and threw on my slippers, knowing full well I looked as though I had woken up from the dead. I couldn't care less what I looked like right now - I had to find out where Black was; he might be in more pain than I was. So I dashed out of the bedroom and into the hallway, heading straight for the flight of stairs at the southern end. I scaled up the staircase noisily, Black's shrieks becoming more and more coherent.

My footsteps resounded around the room as I drew closer to the balcony where Black was. I made one last turn on the staircase before slamming face first into a bluish-gray wall. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Black was being plagued by nightmares. In my haste to rush to his aid, I'd almost forgotten that my own hand was broken. Imagine the pain from a bruise being prodded by a white-hot iron rod, then increase that pain tenfold. That was how much discomfort I was in while snapping Black to the realm of consciousness. Black stopped squirming as his eyelashes fluttered like feather dusters.

Blastoise inched over to Black, looking rather relieved. I realized right then and there that Black owned this Blastoise. No, owned was the wrong word to use. This Blastoise was pretty much kin to the mysterious Black. Even so, Black's sepia orbs were wide with surprise. What brings you up here? The compelling, ironic voice he'd adopted was now a rather pleasant, feathery voice - one which made me melt inside.

Picture a melting Vanillite smiling contently in the Desert Resort on a midsummer day. Okay, so that might not be the best example because the Vanillite in question would be absolutely suicidal. Anyhoo, that was the best comparison I could come up with that described how I felt after hearing Black's real voice. Black and I looked at our intertwined hands, my facial temperature rising. I caught a glimpse of Black's reddened face as I ripped my hand free from his, feeling rather disappointed. Then I got annoyed at myself for feeling disappointed out of nowhere.

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Whatever I was feeling right now needed to stop; I had to know if Black was all right. I ran up here thinking you were in trouble, but it turns out you were having a nightmare. Were you having a nightmare? The broad grin on my face vanished upon seeing his narrowed eyes. Black climbed onto his feet, arctic flames burning in his eyes.

Somehow those flames made me feel rather apprehensive. I tore my eyes off his and directed them towards his untidy chocolaty halo. I began to wonder where Black's hat was until he swept it up from behind a potted plant and placed it on top of his head. I was having a nightmare. Black and I stared at each other meaningfully, his cheeks slightly pink. I stared and stared until I remembered Bianca and N's not-so-secret conversation from last night.

Bianca had mentioned Black was crushing on me although I couldn't understand how she'd arrived at that conclusion. The brunette raised an eyebrow and I dropped my eyes almost immediately, a warm and fuzzy feeling settling in my chest. The brunette considered me for quite a while before his face erupted into a smirk. Then he pulled off his hat and tossed it skywards. So in other words, you're saying I'm colorblind, right?

I guess that means I am colorblind after all! I mean, doesn't she realize she's being unfair, too? Black stopped laughing, adopting a solemn countenance. Because you never what might happen to your loved ones. It's not time for breakfast yet! I mean, you're most likely thinking I'm being both unreasonable and unfair," Black observed. I've been in your shoes before, and believe me, you don't know what it feels like to be haunted by - by -" he paused, taking several deep breaths, "and to think I could do this calmly.

I stood there, feeling as though I had been run over by a train. I remembered my parents and Cheren calling me out on my uncharacteristic behavior. Bianca merely hinted at my unfairness while N remained silent altogether. Was I behaving unfairly? The mere thought made my own heart constrict. I've been taking care of myself long before you came into my life, White. I nodded dumbly as I sprang to my feet, my brain waterlogged. Black reached for my broken hand and slipped it through his partially, stroking it with one finger.

There was an unexpected swooping sensation in my stomach, which faded right after my hand throbbed painfully. I gritted my teeth so I wouldn't recoil at the agony. The balcony beneath us gave way to a mountain range, a hint of a landslide wedged between two peaks. N's Castle loomed over the mountains in the northeast, inaccessible by foot or Bicycle.

I still felt responsible for these unfortunate turn of events even though Alder and the Elite Four had insisted that Team Plasma were at fault here. I wonder how Alder and the Elite Four are doing , I thought as an eddy whistled through my hair. This eddy had a special feel to it; changes were about to happen. An expressionless Black unlinked his fingers from mine obediently.



Meanwhile I placed one hand over my bosom, feeling uncharacteristically good about my suffering. Was I turning into N? I wasn't a masochist by nature. However I felt as though I deserved this agonizing pain because it proved that I had hurt an important part of myself - the very core of who I was.

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Words had eluded me completely. Now I was unsure what to say to Black. I knew one thing however: Black appeared to be okay, which meant there wasn't any point in staying here any longer. I glanced at Black one last time before I wheeled about and left the balcony, not realizing I was taking the flight of stairs all the way down to the level where my parents were sleeping at until I arrived there. What was going on with me? Why did I feel so uncomfortable?

Why did it feel as though bricks were falling on top of me endlessly? It seemed as though the world was spinning around and around. That was when Black's words hit me; he was telling me in a roundabout way that I was being unreasonable and unfair to my parents.

They wanted nothing more than to protect me from whatever Ghetsis had up his sleeve and I repaid them by shutting them out. All I was really doing was inflicting pain onto them and myself. If I kept on trying to prune the stormy relationship I had with Red, then I would push him away for good this time and blow my chances of ever getting to know him. Did I really want my resentment to breed more contempt inside me? Then there was also the situation with my mother.

I had taken umbrage with her because she'd never said anything about her past or her true name before Ghetsis had showed up on our doorstep.

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I doubted that I wouldn't have been so antagonistic towards Red and Ma if they'd told me the truth from the get-go. In any case, I knew my mom well enough to know she knew what she was doing. What she needed most was her daughter's steadfast support, which I had withdrawn impulsively. I had to talk to them, unless I wanted to be haunted by the overwhelming angst that had emerged in the conversation with Black. On the other hand, I wanted to run away from my feelings although they were too powerful to repress this time around.

The only place left for me to escape to was through a cherrywood door a couple of feet away. I had to run towards that door! Technically, I didn't have to run over there: I could just turn around and go back the way I came, or I could move forwards by opening that door and facing my mother and Red. Making this type of decision would be as easy as pie to anybody else, but it was really difficult for me. I sauntered towards the gilded cherrywood door, reaching for the brass doorknob.

Suddenly a thought crossed my mind. What were the consequences to barging in unexpectedly? That sort of behavior would cause more conflict with my parents, which was the last thing I wanted to happen. I pulled my hand from the doorknob and rapped on the door twice. I heard footsteps shuffling through the other side of the door before it opened wide and revealed my mother, who was wearing a flowing floral nightgown. In her hand rested a Xtransceiver. My mother grabbed my hand and dragged me inside the bedroom before she shut the door with her back.

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A cherrywood bookshelf was pushed against one of the cyan-painted walls, crammed with outdated magazines and manga. Next to the bookshelf was a sturdy cherrywood Drayden and Iris must really love cherrywood table supporting a twenty-four inch flat screen television. I turned around again, hoping to catch a glimpse of Red. The only things left unexamined in the bedroom were the queen-sized bed draped in comfy-looking creamy white sheets and cyan blankets, and the dark pillows propped against the bed stand. A nightside table was stationed beside the bed, my mother's ginormous backpack parked on top of it.

Are you asking about the holier-than-thou Red Electra? Well, he's being Red obviously. A distant humble region popped into my mind. It was a beautiful, peaceful land, rich with secrets and lore. In my mind's eye, I saw a picture-perfect ecovillage at the edge of an enormous sparkling lake.

The ecovillage was surrounded by lush backwoods and a rivulet that cut through a majestic country house's premises. The ecovillage was the threshold between the past and the present, its winds smelling of new beginnings and cleanliness.



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You never compared me to my cowardly old man once. So lemme get this straight," he paused, "you're coming here, is that right? I believe going there might do White and N some good, especially N. I know I might not be his mother, but I still feel responsible for him. You're the best person he could confide in and relate to. To view it, click here. I really loved this series, up till this book. Actually if I am honest I loved it in parts.

All the parts that had nothing to do with Maddie or Krystal's family. Hendricks' daughter, and the reason Krystal went after her dad in the first place. Maddie is honestly, a giant slut. I hated her through this series and this book just cemented it for me. If Krystal has a interest or even a friendship with a male, Maddie steps in and sleeps with him.

Or at least tries. I had other issues wi I really loved this series, up till this book. I had other issues with this book as well. It was childish in parts and the whole sister aspect annoyed me to no end. But I have even two bigger gripes. One, you do not start another BDSM relationship while you are in the middle of one already. Trust is supposed to work both ways. And two, the ending was fast and abrupt. In fact I would say it was awesome, except it wasn't.

The struggle Krystal has with how her feelings are changing and what she wants in life are awesome to read. There is real internal drama there and that kept me interested in the book.

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I do appreciate how Krystal sets out to make herself happy, and not try to please everyone else. That being said, the annoyances outweighed the good stuff for me in this one. I give Eventide 3. Feb 27, Adensanti rated it it was ok. Jun 19, Kati rated it really liked it. The ending seems incomplete but complete at the same time.

I liked this one the best but there could have been more. I doubt we'll see a 4th book, although it would nice to see where Krystal's life leads her view spoiler [ with or without Derrick - what about Mr. View all 3 comments. Jan 26, Helena rated it did not like it. What happend to Krystal, is this the end, because I'm a Little bit lost. Jun 24, Marieanne Sam rated it liked it. I'm kinda touched with the ending though Elly rated it really liked it Apr 06, Cind rated it really liked it Apr 23, Danielle rated it really liked it Jul 17, Kylie rated it liked it Nov 28, Quimataz rated it liked it Mar 31, Jamie Campbell rated it liked it Jun 06, Carolyn rated it liked it Nov 28, Elena07 rated it it was amazing Jan 07, Lysiana rated it it was amazing Aug 07, Tabitha Beanland rated it liked it Sep 26, Christon rated it it was amazing Nov 12, Lynne rated it really liked it May 13, Shannan rated it it was ok Oct 20, Jazmin rated it it was amazing Jun 11,