Spiral Skys | RQ Fanfiction |

{Chapter Five}

Tiredness was sent further through Sabre. Orange Steve's grip was firmly around Sabre, preventing him from squirming out and running away along the blade like grass.
Though, Sabre wasn't dumb and knew what pain walking on it would bring.
And he knew this creature ment no harm. He sighed silently, opening his eyes for a moment, regretting it almost immediately. Savage creatures that looked similar to Orange Steve, but different colors, tore into
mutated animals, mainly sheep, or what he assumed to be sheep..
It was foggy, he felt a little closure however, now knowing what that horrid smell was, as well as the barely audible wails and cries that he assumed were his imagination. He had also seen several leafless trees and small buildings with boarded windows.
However, not all of it was absolutely terrifying. There were more of the 'Steves' walking around. Sabre gripped onto Orange Steve's tattered shirt tightly. Orange Steve suddenly came to a stop, and he began to talk to someone unknown to Sabre. "Hello Yellow King.. I have someone special joining me today, and hopefully for the rest of the time he's here." A husky voice
replied softy, sounding Intrigued, "They're so small.. They have bandages on them, are they hurt?
Are they.. Pure...?" Sabre shifted uncomfortably in Orange Steve's arms.
"He is pure.. Very pure, but I insist that he is just fine, just a little shooken.." I don't like the way they're saying pure Sabre thought. He whispered something to Orange Steve, and he answered quickly.
"This is the Yellow King Sabre, Yellow King, this is Sabre." Sabre nodded, opening his eyes for a split moment.
He wasn't to surprised when he saw an old man with bloodshot eyes, heavy dark purple bags under them. He wore a long fluffy coat that had tears and several old blood clots staining it, their hair was bright yellow, matted and messy. It looked dirty like it hadn't been washed in days. He had razer sharp tips like snake vangs on his crown. The Yellow King had a friendly smile, so besides everything else, he focused on the good things. "Come inside for tea.. I would also like to speak with the little one.."
"Of course, Yellow King."
Sabre felt Orange Steve bow his head.
So this guy is the leader.. Hmm, I wonder what he wants... The thought went through Sabre's head almost instantly once hearing that the Yellow King wanted to talk to him, but he was also a little annoyed that he called him 'little one.' He was a grown man!
Though.. Seeing how big they were, he'd let it slide for now.
"Come.." He heard the Yellow King call, his voice sounding a little farther away now. Orange Steve began to walk once again. Sabre assumed that he was following the Yellow King.
Sabre relaxed, but only a little.
He wasn't getting out of this place anytime soon obviously.

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