The Children (Sanscest)

Chapter 5 - Homework

It's so bright...why is it so bright? Where even is he?

A skeleton in a gold and tan outfit stands up. He looks around and sees nothing but sand, some water, a sunset and little smoke streams passing him, each stream in a different color then the last.

What was this place? It felt familiar but why? His eyes looking around curiously as he tries to remember anything. But nothing came to mind. He starts frisking himself and finds a crumbled up paper in a belt pocket.

He straightens it out and reads in very neat cursive, " Tinker if you're reading this then the entity was too strong and nearly defeated you. You had to use any remaining power to place yourself in a dormate state. When you wake up you might find yourself in the Oasis, if there are plants around the water and colorful smoke streams then things are ok and you can rest and meditate."

Tinker looks around and sees dead plants by the water, but the colorful smoke is still by him.

He looks back the paper, "If either is missing you have to try and use magic to help come back. The smoke you'll have to focus on yourself or anyone you may remember. You must try to connect your feelings and thoughts with them. If the plants you must pass energy to aid them grow. This may weaken you but I promise there's a reason they need to be alive."

There's a laughter and Tinker crumbles the paper putting it in his sleeve.

"Lord Tinker, you won't be able to hide in there forever; once you get out you'll see the amazing changes I've made."

The laughter, along with the voice, sounds friendly but something feels wrong. The words were almost threatening and he can't help but think the voice is familiar somehow.

Whoever Tinker his memory lost must be because of that voice.

Tinker waited for anything more the voice might want to say but it was quiet now. Nothing but the sound of the water moving gently as the moon starts to rise letting the desert cool.

Tinker sits down and looks at one of the closest plants. How was he going to give energy to the plants?

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Cherry pats his stomach as he tries to do math. The food had made him full and all he wanted to do was sleep but Pj was making them do their homework and battle with him before they could take a nap.

Palette had finished his first, as expected, and had disappeared with Pj 3 hours ago.

They haven't heard any screams of pain or any crashes, so either they are fighting somewhere else or the fight isn't serious.

Cherry hasn't seen Palette do anything dramatic so he doubts the kid could be doing anything to strong.

Crescent puts his pencil down then gets up.

"What are you doing?"

Crescent looks at him annoyed. "I'm going to barf all that food up, I'm going to find Pj and fight him. What do you think I'm doing?"

Cherry laughs a little, "Mind keeping me company first? I've got like 20 problems left."

Crescent looks unamused, "Just 20?"

Cherry just gives a small smile begging him to stay.

Crescent sighs and pulls out a chair closer to Cherry and sitting by him.

Cherry starts to get to work again, while Crescent picks up some papers looking at them.

How is this guy passing? Most of these grades are Bs and Cs. The only A is the one with a cooking recipe on it. In red ink, in messy handwriting, a teacher wrote a note saying: "I hope you don't mind but I'm stealing the recipe for Thanksgiving." A little cheesy smile face next to it.

Crescent wasn't a good cook but he wasn't a bad one either. He still passed that class with an A somehow.

Crescent gripes the papers, his brothers must be worried about where he's gone. First they lost Dusk and Mother then Father and now him, Angst must be feeling a weight on his shoulders. He must feel anger at them for leaving, for leaving him to raise their younger brother, to pay for everything now.

The feeling of despair and anger, oh he wishes he were there to take it in.

Crescent doesn't know when he closed his eyes but he apparently did.

Cherry paused when he saw Crescent griping the papers but now he seemed at peace. His face soften as he let his gaurd down.

Cherry puts his pencil down then gets closer to him. Maybe....maybe he was waiting for him to make a move.

Cherry slowly moves closers as he goes to kiss him.

There was positive feeling that knocked Crescent out of his enlightenment. He opened his eyes to glare at Cherry expecting that he was the one to ruin his mood.

Crescent's eyes widen as Cherry steals a kiss. Crescent tries not smile, not to laugh, so he kisses back.

Cherry looks into Crescent's aqua eyes. The serious and business look that they normally held seem to be full of laughter.

Cherry pulls away then looks at him. Crescent laughs and Cherry smiles. It's the first time he's genuinely heard him laugh.

"What, did you like it that much?"

Crescent wipes away tears after laughing so hard. "I should be asking you that Mr. Fell."

"That's Mr. Mare, to you."

Crescent laughs a little more before calming down, "What about husband then?"

"A little forward Mr. Fell."

Crescent tries to holds back some more laughter but Cherry kisses him again.

Crescent pushes him away. "Maybe that's enough Cherry. You did lighten my mood but this little act is done."

He did kinda like it but it's better if Cherry doesn't know that.

Cherry seemed a little hurt before moving and picking his pencil back up.

"At least you enjoyed the joke, that was my goal after all, ha ha...."

Crescent looked at him, Cherry did like him. Was it because of that little joke distraction from yesterday or did he like him before?

Palette comes in limping and pulls a chair out before falling onto it.

Crescent looks at him. The younger prince was covered in black ink with scratches and some blood.

Pj comes in the room, not one scratch on him.

"Who's next?"

Crescent looks back at Cherry, "Kiss for good luck?"

"Oh now you want a kiss, to late these lips are closed."

Crescent smiles at him then leaves with Pj.

Cherry looks at Palette and goes by him, "Are you dead?"

"He's a monster..."

Cherry looks at where Paperjam and Crescent left. Cherry knew Paper was competitive but he didn't expect to die at his friends hand.