𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

─ 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

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FLAMES, SMOKE, AND SNOW. How could things be so beautiful yet so dangerous? To any other person the scenery might be one painted in a portrait of sorts. The mixture of both vibrantly burning colors contrasting the soft and cold colors that paved the ground created something that held fear and beauty. The dark night sky lit up as the flames danced higher and higher into it. The stench of burning wood and smoke soon filled the air crawling its way into her lungs causing rough coughs to rack through her body. Heat radiated off the blackened wood as clammors of falling wood and cracking glass continued to take over her ears. All around her was fire, burning and scorching fire that kissed parts of her skin and bit at her clothes. There was no sign of escape, no exit, no one around to help, she was alone in a building as it burned to the ground in ashes and soot.

And she questioned, how did it come to this?

It started out ominous. She remembers having awoken the noise of movement beneath her. A feeling entered her gut screaming at her that something was wrong. Before she could fully awaken she had gone downstairs. This was when she knew the day took a turn for the worst when it became apparent something was amiss as Techno had long begun to prepare for the worse. Tommy was by his side, appearing to furiously ask him what he was doing and if he could help. A little bit in the distance, Azalea could see Tubbo grabbing whatever he could in his arms. The one pattern she did see was that each person was holding their weapon. And Wilbur was nowhere to be seen, which further made her gut twist inside her.

"What's going on, what's happening?"

Tubbo spared her a glance, ready to speak, but was soon barked at by Techno to make haste which led to more unanswered and unheard questions. Seeing Tubbo was busy, Azalea went to Tommy,

"Tommy what's happening? Where's Wilbur?"

Tommy looked at her and shook his head, "not right now,"

"Tommy, tell me,"

"I said not right now Azalea,"

She scoffed, finding the lack of communication to be irritable and concerning. If something had happened she had a right to know, they couldn't just treat her like a side piece in a chess game. She spun on her heel and stalked off to Techno, seeing the man packing a bag of supplies and weaponry. At first she hesitated to confront him, knowing that he was extremely focused and would most likely get distracted while explaining what all was happening if he would explain at all. But it was worth a chance, so Azalea went over to Techno and planted herself beside him,

"Techno can you tell me what is going on? What is all of this?" She inquired, motioning to the various viles of colorful liquid and few daggers of oblique and appearing to be handcrafted blades. He ignored her and went to grab a few more supplies, fueling the irritation in her veins,

"Move aside you're blocking the bag,"

"Excuse me? Did you not hear a word I just said aloud?"