Turning to Stone 2: Celestial Problems (Rewritten)

Chapter 2: Past Becoming Present

Galvana growled, attempting to step forward to deal with the evil intruder, but was stopped by Attmoz's arm. "Hey, relax. I know, I know, 'They're a rare wubbox! They're probably evil!' But they're not. Galvana, meet R. R, meet Galvana."

"I-I-I know who you are." R said before she could speak. The I's glitched and skipped, revealing a robotic sounding stutter that Attmoz had gotten used to over the years, but Galvana hadn't heard before. "You're the leader of the c-c-celestials, and Pick-Pickle's daughter."

"Yeah." Galvana didn't sound happy, having a rare wubbox as a roommate when a rare wubbox not only turned her into a statue, but one of her dads as well. "How do you know so much about me?"

R held up their hands in a defensive gesture, holding a paintbrush in one. "I-I read about Rare Wubbox-boxes a lot. I heard all- all about what happened. P-Plus, Pickle's a role model of mine." They smiled, trying their best to look friendly and non-threatening.

"To a regular monster, R's probably a scary sight, but compared to others of their species, they're on the weaker side. But they're my sibling regardless, and I care about them a lot." Attmoz walked over to hug the wubbox, who set the paintbrush down to hug back. Galvana's anger faded, replaced by guilt. Her ignorance and hatred had really blinded her, but now she could see things she hadn't noticed before about R. They had various scars and dents all over their body, and shivered a lot. "Att-Attacks." They explained when they saw her stare. No wonder their anxiety is so bad.

"Dibs!" Attmoz climbed to the top bunk above R, claiming it as his own and sitting cross legged on it. Galvana smirked and climbed onto the other top bunk opposite him. "Hey! Did you guys just forget about me or what?" Lettuce barged into the room now that the door wasn't being blocked by her friends, hopping onto the bunk beneath Galvana. Despite having no idea that this was the room their parents had stayed in, and especially having no idea which bunk they had, the kids had chosen the beds their parents had slept in years before.

"Whoops, sorry Lettuce. This is my sibling, R." R gave an awkward wave. "S-so, how's Furnoss doing?" They asked once they had all gotten settled in. "Good." Attmoz's tone was very smug.

"How long have you known the other celestials?" Galvana climbed down from her bunk, examining the bookshelves in the room. There were a few titles and authors she recognized. "Oh, we've known each other for a few years. My parents knew that I needed to talk to other celestials, so they made sure to bring me to the other islands sometimes. R came along too, they don't like being alone." R nodded along to their brother's explanation.

The former leader of the celestials grabbed a random book, getting back onto her bed to read it. Classes didn't start until tomorrow, so they had plenty of time to just relax. "Oh, that book. That's an interesting choice. It's actually a copy, they keep the real one safe in the library." Attmoz remarked when he saw the title. How to Wake Up the Celestials, written in gold ink on a red cover. There was no author, but Galvana knew who "wrote" it. Her. Elemental sigils covered the borders, and she lightly traced the lightning bolt shaped one with a finger.

Flipping through the pages, she landed on her own. It was an odd sight to see, her former body encased in stone. There were instructions on which eggs to use. Must've taken a while, there's a lot here. "What's my page look like?" Attmoz piped up from across the room. Galvana flipped through some more until she found it, turning the book around so Attmoz could see. "Weird." He mumbled.

"What classes do you guys have? We should compare schedules." Lettuce suggested. "Good idea." Galvana shut the book and set it off to the side, climbing down from her bunk. Attmoz attempted to do the same, but fell off conveniently into Galvana's arms. "Are you alright?" She asked. "Yeah. Wow, you're strong!" He looked up at her in awe. "Don't worry, I fall like this all the time. My mom says it's something to do with depth perception and only having one eye. That's why I use an air guitar instead of a normal one!"