Death little Flower [Discontinued]

Chapter 8

He sighed as he look over at a book and a necklace, walking over, he picked up the book from his desk. It wasn't by all means a special book, it was merely a simple looking book. Made with a leather cover and gold lining with a crimson red ribbon and a gold lock clasp to keep it closed. Written on the front cover in cursive reads "Darkest Hour". As well as image of a rose and a feather of some kind carved into it. It was line with gold as well.

He wasn't sure why he was even given the book, just only told to keep it safe and hidden. He faintly wonders if he would ever see the goddess again.

Now you may be asking, what goddess?

Simple. The story teller.

The story teller is the goddess. The goddess he fell for. She had left him a gift. A gift that is the form of their child. His adopted son loves, no, adore his little brother so much. He was happy to take up the role of being a big brother. Hehe. The mere memories of his adopted son happiness about it brings a smile to his face.

He gently picked up the necklace he gotten from her, the string was made up of lotus silk, thick, but soft. Tied to it is a beautiful unnatural white crystal. He wasn't sure why, but he was told by the goddess to give this to their child when they are of age. He wasn't complain much, although.

His own count part speaks other wise, he supposed.

" Oh how naive you are, Red Leader, or do you prefer to be called by your true name, Yu"lyzen?"  Yu'lyzen mentally cursed. He had hope to not interact with his counterpart and other personality.

Hypno Steve.

He never really liked him well, he was quite arrogant at times, but still held a soft spot for his children's. Especially for his eldest son. He wasn't sure why, but he just let it happen. Can't exactly fight against yourself anyways. Not unless he want to lose his mind. Sorta.

"Poor naive fool, you over think too much. Why not just visit that little village you were so fond of?" Hypno suggested, it slightly echoed in their shared mind, but he didn't care. He wants to visit the little village, but he can't. He just can't help but feel as though their was something... Off about it.

Like, simply going their now would throw off so much.

"Again with that nonsense. Nothing would happen, nothing had happen in years. The only major event you ever did encountered is when you kissed that goddess and asked her for her-"

He groans as he hit his head against the wooden desk he sits at now. He remembers that well, he and the goddess been together for quite a long time. He misses her, yes, but he understood that the story teller must continue her job. He's content to having their little firelight.

"Ew, affections."

'Ew, a jerk' he thought bitterly.

With a sighed, he gently put the necklace on the table and leave the room, he might as well get some work done now to save himself time to have some family time with his sons later tonight. 

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Shadow Sighed as he finished the last bit of paperwork he had needed to do, he was quite exhausted from it really. He much prefer doing actual work then sitting in a office, signing, writing and overlooking papers. Not exactly fun to do. He thought with distaste. 

With a slight sigh, he stood up, stretching a bit to get feelings back, as he had been sitting for far too long. Once he was done, he pick up his cloak and left the room. He didn't need to check on Dark, as he had done so earlier, so he decided to visit the towns. Maybe, perhaps he should visit the biomes and none biomes. 

He doesn't dare go near the chromatic. 

They hated him after all. 

Knowing where he will go now, he made his way out of the palace and into the cover of darkness, heading to where he wishes to go to for the time being. After all, he needed a break from the mountains of paperwork he had to deal with.

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He waits, watched and observed. He knows it's been so long, but he could not speak or interact with them. No matter how much he wishes he could, he could not leave the great library, the very library that binds him to the mortal plane of existence. He is already that the others are gone. Gone and never to return again. 

The Story Collector can no longer move on, only watch just like him. 

The regrets from a Leader, fears for his team, a team he considered his childrens. 

A warrior that lost their ways. 

A obsession to be a hero taken to insanity.

He faintly wonder, if he would ever see them all again. He missed them really, the times where things were so simple, but at the same time. He wondered if things could have been so different. Different. He thought with slight sadness. 

With a shake of his head, he went to put away the many books he had on the table and back on the shelves they belong to. Just one day, he and the others can move on together...

[Such a fleeting memory really, a dark laughter echo as smokes filled the darkening sky]

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No Art today, not really anything special to be drawn haha...

Anyways, hope you all like this strange chapter ;)

-Aria