The queen waved her hands, causing Dimentio's surroundings to quickly change in the blink of an eye. One moment, he was standing right in front of her. The next, he was in the woods, surrounded by bright lush greenery.
He blinked a few times, looking around himself. The air was chilly. He felt cold! He had never been so glad to feel cold. The air felt so nice and refreshing. He could feel the oxygen enter and fill his lungs, he could feel his heart begin to beat once more!
"I did it..." He breathed in awe, his eyes wide. He then smiled, bringing his hands to his chest and looking around at the world, actually feeling the steady rhythm of his heart, beating strong and steady. "I actually did it!"
That was much easier than he thought it would be! He couldn't believe he was actually alive again! He looked down at his arms, seeing that he still was wearing the stupid clothes that he was wearing in the Underwhere, but that hardly mattered. What mattered was that he was there and alive!
He looked down at the simple patch of bright green grass beneath his feet. He wasn't wearing shoes, so he could feel the softness and the light dew that had covered the small, gentle green blades. It felt odd, and he couldn't even remember the last time he felt grass beneath his heels. Had he ever even experienced it before?
Next to him was a small creek. It was too shallow to drown in, but he still didn't like the trickling sound of the water rushing downstream.
When he looked up, he could see a dark twilight blue color through the trees and leaves. Even though the air was deathly still with no breeze, it was still rather cold outside. He could only assume that it was midnight. That way it would be easy for Jaydes to track exactly three months down to the very minute. He wasn't sure how much time had passed since the Ultimate Show, since the way time passed in the Underwhere was different from how time passed in the land of the living. What felt like a few hours for him could potentially have been months or years for all the people who were still alive. Time was a strange concept, especially when paired with the concepts of life and death.
He liked the light green color of the leaves above him. It appeared to be either late spring or early summer, as the plants and trees all around him seemed to be booming with life.
"Okay... now for a plan," He told himself, slowly walking through the woods with no destination in mind. In the past Dimentio would usually pace in the air in order to clear his mind while trying to think of future plans and such, but seeing as all his magic was gone, pacing on the ground would have to suffice.
He had nowhere specific in mind for where he could go from there. He had no idea where the nearest form of civilization even was. On top of that, he was powerless. Without his magic, he couldn't really find a way to make that perfect world he wanted so badly before, not that creating the world of his dreams would even be possible in three months...
"Oh, Grambi..." He muttered softly under his breath as he brought his left hand to his head and combed it through his jet-black hair, the weight of only having three months hitting him. "What am I going to do now?"
He didn't think he'd even make it this far. He didn't bother coming up with a plan for what to do once he made it back. People would surely remember what he had done. No one would welcome him with open arms. If anything, they'd welcome him with pitchforks and handcuffs. The only thing everyone ever would know him as was who he was when he was alive. Everyone knew what he used to be.
And no one knew what he was going to be. Not even himself.
What was he going to do? Just wander the woods like some sort of hermit?
No, he needed to just come up with a plan. That was all he needed to do. Come up with a plan and stick to it.
Step 1. Figure out where he was.
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Three Months
Fanfiction"You can build me up, you can tear me down You can try but I'm unbreakable You can do your best, but I'll stand the test You'll find that I'm unshakeable When the fire's burnt When the wind has blown When the water's dried, you'll still find stone M...