Joseph was talking to the wasp-keeper. They were walking in the middle of the hive, passing right through all of the wasps. "Have you found my wasp yet?" He asked. "No, not that's been recorded." Said the wasp-keeper. "But remember, we get so many new wasps each day, it might have appeared a couple of days ago. We'll find the wasp eventually, it'll just take a while."
"A while?" Joseph said sarcastically. "How long has it been now? Eleven, twelve years?"
"Eleven and a half" said the wasp-keeper. "Be patient. You know..."
"'The most time anyone has spent in the dawned zone is fifty years'." Joseph finished for him. "Yeah, yeah, yeah; I know! But most people spend up to seven years here! You'd think that by eleven years-"
"Eleven and a half"
"Whatever! you'd think by now I would at least have my wasp found!"
The wasp-keeper stayed silent, and continued tending to the wasps. Joseph took a deep breath, and let out a sigh. "Look, I'm sorry for being rude; it's just that something doesn't feel right. I feel like I might be messing up somehow." The wasp-keeper looked at him with understanding. "Remember, there are wasp sets. Maybe there's just someone in the normal world who's still alive, and your wasp is just waiting for them to join you. It might be one person, it might be four. The point is, it will appear when it's time."
"I know," said Joseph. "I've been waiting, and I just have this feeling that something is... wrong."
"It's just anxiety. Something will finally happen when the other wasps arrive." Said the wasp-keeper.
"I know," said Joseph. "I'm just worried that it's not a good thing."
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Dawned
FantasyXavier finds himself in a purgatory filled with monsters, magic, tons of other crazy things. Over time, he learns his own story, along with the story of others, as well as the story of this realm. NOTE: story contains graphic descriptions of death...
