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Tears for celestice

It's the early 1700's, war had broken out all across the land. Dictators among all life had come to war with one another. The colony of Celestice, a colony once of peace and beauty turned into a star-stained hell once the war broke out, coming together with Amanzi, the colony of earth and nature in order to fend against the last two colonies. Pimeys and Sintil worked alone, Pimeys turned to a dark endless hell while Sintil turned into a fiery pit where all warriors burned to their death. All hope seemed lost as Celestice's population began to die down, the war causing many of the natives to go extinct. Guardian Hexalios, leader of Celestice refused to resist against the war effort, leading his colony to its demise however, Guardian Amaris, the dragon of space and time had come to conclude : If we cannot secede we shall fight back, and tear our enemies apart with brute force until only Celestice remained.

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It's a quiet night in the depths of the cosmos, light unable to shine between the cracks and crevices of the debris. In the darkest depths of space lay Amaris, Dragon guardian of space and time. "No, we must continue our efforts, for the people of Celestice deserve peace." Amaris says sternly, beside him an Amazi researcher. She resembled Medusa, her snaked hair snapping at the dragon as she refuses to work. "Guardian Amaris, nothing like this could possibly work. What would happen to us if we were to be caught in the act, Hexalios would never forgive us and that would be the lightest punishment." The researcher says, refusing to assist Amaris. Amaris growls, his nostrils flaring. "Don't you understand? Something like this can help us in the war, no one would have to suffer after he is made." Amaris protests, his tail thrashing at the idea of freedom after years upon years of war. The researcher sighs and nods her head. "Fine. We shall continue working but you must understand in order to tame a vessel like this it shall require lots of training.. For what will we do if this is to go wrong? If our creation turns against us?" The Amanzian trembles at the thought, but Amaris shakes his head. "He will not leave this place until he's fully developed." Amaris says, placing the last few shards into place. What was now before the two was a star shaped crystal, no visible light shining through the stone. "Amaris. This will not work." The researcher says, her voice stern. Amaris ignores her voice, gently grasping the crystal into his paw. His tail coils around the stone, the crescent at the tip illuminating the gem. As the light from the crescent dies down the jewel begins to glow, as if absorbing Amaris' power. Amaris pulls away, letting out an annoyed sigh. Nothing had happened, all of this time wasted only to fail. "Don't be disappointed, I'm sure we can come up with something more efficient than this." The researcher says, Amaris nodding and looking away. "Of course. Let's get to our chambers then? It's best we rest before our next model." And with that Amaris and the researcher left, leaving the glowing rock on the table, abandoned until further notice.
The next morning, the Amanzi researcher steps back into the chamber, the darkness now filled with a bright light. There on the same table Amaris and the researcher worked restlessly was now a young, blabbing star boy, laying on the table and toying with all the supplies. The Researcher stares with wide eyes, her expression a mixed one. She was filled with shock, joy, and pride upon seeing the thing that she had created. She lifts the infant into her arms and tosses them over her shoulder, rushing out the chamber. "Amaris! Guardian Amaris!" She shouts, pulling Amaris ( who was standing at the door of the chamber ) into the depths, the door slamming behind them. She holds out the little squirming starboy before Amaris, kneeling on one knee. "We've done it! The war can be stopped! The war will end with us victorious!" The researcher chants joyfully, but Amaris looks with a look of the complete opposite. His eyes were stern, his teeth were gritted. Despite his hateful expression he takes the infant into his arms, letting them coo in his soft arms. "This is perfect.. He should age fast, so we must start training the second we are able to. You hear me, yes Meena?" Amaris says, holding the star boy close to his chest. "Yes my lord! I'll start journaling all of our plans! Oh, I never thought I'd see the day we succeed!" She shouts, quickly storming out the chamber. When it's just the infant and Amaris, his expression turns sly yet loving. "Hoshi, my dearest Hoshi. We will tear all of this world down together. We will live in peace once we eliminate all of this war.. All of these people.. My sweet Hoshi."

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