The Taste Of Burned Sugar and Starry Nights: Prologue, all for the game - nora sakavic, caraval series - stephanie garber fanfic

Solaquy

Characters

Minor or Background Relationship(s), Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Allison Reynolds/Renee Walker (All For The Game), Aaron Minyard, Kevin Day, Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten, Nicky Hemmick, Allison Reynolds (All For The Game), Danielle "Dan" Wilds, Matt Boyd, Renee Walker (All For The Game), Jeremy Knox/Jean Moreau, Jeremy Knox, Jean Moreau, Seth Gordon, Tetsuji Moriyama, Matt Boyd/Danielle "Dan" Wilds, Stuart Hatford, Nicky Hemmick/Erik Klose, Katelyn/Aaron Minyard, Neil Josten/Riko Moriyama, Erik Klose, Nathan Wesninski, Mary Hatford, Lola Malcolm, Riko Moriyama, Kengo Moriyama, Neil Josten & Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten & Katelyn

Tags

Angst with a Happy Ending Hurt/Comfort Torture Implied/Referenced Torture Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con Obsession Freeform Alternate Universe Alternate Universe - Magic idk how to tag Immortality i had this idea at 3am and i couldnt get it out of my head i dont need therapy i need to write fanfiction riko is a slightly better person??? but not rlly

Summary

Neil loved the magic Evermore displayed, he had always wanted to be a part of the Evermore and the Ravens, and he got the chance many many years ago. Now he's running from his father while his mother lay dead in a ditch for trying to keep him safe. He still got the invites to the Evermore every other year, but this year, he got an invite to Palmetto along with his friend Katelyn. However, this year isn’t like any other year as it’s the Queen’s 80th birthday, and she has made Palmetto host another carnival for her. He knows he can’t go as Kevin is a part of the Palmetto Foxes, and he was a key figure in his past and someone his mother would have yelled at him just for thinking about, but his mother’s dead, and he’s more lost than ever. He loved seeing the magic and adding his own illusions too making everything look grander. He loved soaking up the feel of everything and tasting the magic on the tip of his tongue. He just wonders if it would be worth dying to feel it all again. No knowledge of Caraval required I don't think, but if you get confused about something just ask in the comments and I will probably answer.

Note

Idk what I'm doing I'm just vibing ig, I haven't read Caraval in quite a long time so I'm prob gonna get a bunch of crap wrong, im not gonna say thank you to my friend for proof reading cuz im an ungrateful shit but my friend did proof read it, i plan to post like once every week or every other week idk yet

Prologue

April 20, 2025 at 08:00 AM

Abram stared at the ground. He wasn’t even sure he was breathing, but it didn’t matter.

Her Majesty's Gown was a soothing presence as it shifted and changed so many times. Different colors and fabrics, shifting around in different suits and rags trying to urge him to keep moving, to get farther from his father’s worshipers that killed his mother.

He never knew how much she loved him to render her mortal to kill. That revelation kept him stuck in place before Her Majesty’s Gown tightened the pocket where he kept the Reverie Key enough so he could feel it dig into his skin.

He looked at the place where he buried his mother one last time, seeing bright yellow before he forcibly cleared his head and reached into the pocket where he kept the Reverie Key.

He was on the shore of a beach in the Meridian Empire and had to travel farther inland to find a door with a lock. He gathered his things in his satchel, and headed forward, feeling Her Majesty's Gown shift. He knew it was something that helped him blend in, but he still felt grateful when he felt a hood pull over his head to hide his auburn roots that desperately needed a touch up.

Abram found a locked door eventually and put in the Reverie Key. Then, Neil Josten arrived in a bar in The Conquered Isle Of Trisda.