A Change In The Horizon || The Lost One AU

32. Hamlet

So this was drawn by a reader called magnoliapl in response to the chapter named Eight Legacies. I thought that it looked really cool, so I just had to share it! If you like this artwork, consider checking out their instagram: https://www.instagram.com/magnolia_drawings/

Really, there's been a lot of good artwork people have made for this series, and for awhile I've been thinking of sharing it in these chapters. I finally decided to bite the bullet and do it! There's quite a few that I want to share, so I hope that you are excited as I was/am whenever I hear new artwork is in the works!

Also I went back and gave chapter numbers to XR. I hope that didn't spam out notifications to everyone--

Also, as many of you guessed, yes that was Skizz. I'm glad a lot of you were able to guess it so fast!

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Once upon a time, in a world that was nothing but paper and ink, there lived a prince. His father was recently deceased and yet everyone partied on. Everyone except for the one prince, whom seemed to be in too foul of a mood to join in on the fun. No one could comprehend what had gotten into him, that Hamlet, and so they brought in entertainers in hopes of raising his spirits. Alas, not even that would.

It was Miesall's favorite book. Little did he know that his friend would become a "Hamlet" of his own.

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Symus retained his kneeling pose, his face pointed below his body in reverence. (If this had been a normal room, he would've been pointed to the floor.) The single remaining thing from his inventory floated directly in front of his body, the tiny shard that he had retrieved from the worlds. The Great One lowered his hand and gently reached for it with his pinky finger. Simply due it's massive size, he squished both the shard and the entire area around it, narrowly missing the small Watcher. When he lifted his hand, the shard had been reabsorbed back into his being.

'That fool,' He hissed, curling the hand he wasn't talking with into a ball. 'Because of his stupidity, he has permanently weakened us. Not only that, but in any other hands but our own, our magic will surely be misused...'

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These last few hundred years seemed to have gone faster and faster for Xelqua. He had really begun to make a place here within the temple walls. He was happy. So happy... (or so he thought.) Since he had made his critical mistake, however, time had come slamming to a halt. Whereas a year had begun to feel like a day, now a single day felt like a year.

Wiping his tears again, he was ready to walk throughout the halls. Maybe that would clear his head.

He took a few moments to reposition he clothes before walking out. This time, he decided that being anti-social wasn't doing him any good so he would intentionally let his path cross with others. He headed for the nearest creature, Physolia.

"Hello." He greeted her as he got close, raising a hand in greeting. Physolia merely stepped around him and kept walking, not saying anything as she carried on her way. Xelqua couldn't help but turn his head, pointing his physical eyes towards her as she passed. A brief emptiness filled his heart before he shook it off.

So Watchers didn't always talk to each other. That was alright, he knew that. Obviously. He'd just try the next creature.

Xiomara was the next closest person. His wings were tucked in behind him, being squeezed tightly. He didn't seem like he was interested in talking, but before he could help it, Xiomara was about to pass him by.