A Wither Storms Destiny//SAMS/LAES FANFICTION

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"Castor!" Pollux yelled looking up from the stuff on her desk, Castor looked up and grunted "that dimensional black market is becoming a problem, we're are still struggling to locate it" Pollux said cheerfully "I'm sure we'll find it soon!" she leaned over her brothers shoulder and he said "I'm sure."

She saw her brother's usual grouchiness, it was normal so she paid it no heed. She pointed at something on the map "well, maybe try here?" she said and Castor looked over "you know Pollux" he said tapping his fingers on his desk "Pisces sensed something big, it seemed to be a wither storm, yet our dimension isn't being eaten" Pollux stiffened at that and Castor grunted "just saying, be careful."

She nodded and Castor shoo'd her off "I can't focus with you breathing over my shoulder" his voice was gruff but also teasing she nodded quickly and said cheerfully "tell me if you need anything!" Castor nodded "I will" she ran out of his room and slipped on the way, she hit the ground with a thump followed by a grunt and Castor turned over in alarm "Pollux, you good?!" she nodded and stood up ignoring the pain on her stomach and did a thumbs up "yep- great" she walked out of the room and closed the door. 

She grunted again, I have to be slower... ow... she dragged herself down the hall and she sighed. Maybe I should take a walk on Earth, it's so pretty! She perked up at the idea and she teleported there, her eyes trailing the forest she was now in as she took a deep breath of fresh forest air and started to walk down the path. 

It didn't take her long though to realize that something in the air felt wrong, she perked up at the difference in the air, an energy difference. She stiffened remembering what Castor said about a wither storm, she walked down the path but the energy got stronger. She stopped, her body freaking out about the massive energy difference, her eyes slid to a bush.

That's where it's coming from... 

Should I really- no, she walked down the path more. I should leave the stronger celestial bodies to it. She walked a couple more steps but turned and walked back over as curiosity got the better of her, this is the kind of curiosity that could kill you, however that bush isn't dead... so maybe she'll be fine?

She crept over to the bush nervously, she reached over before pausing thinking over if she should do this yet again before taking a deep breath and grabbing the branches. She pulled them aside and she was met by something small, dark purple with purple spines. A wither storm, a very small one. She stared at it silently in shock as it laid there, it was clearly out cold. 

She reached over nervously and touched it, she pulled away quickly expecting her hand to disintegrate but her hand was still there. She spent a couple of minutes poking at it and flinching away before she got braver, she wrapped her arms around the small wither storm and dragged it out of the push. It didn't take her long to notice that something was different about this wither storm, for one, they were smaller than they should start, way smaller. 

But they also seemed weirdly, human. 

Like they could walk on two legs, she stared silently in fascination at it before suddenly it's eyes snapped open. Pollux shrieked and scrambled away and the wither storm let out a soft snort looking exhausted, after cowering for a second longer she crept over again. I should really tell the celestial bodies about it-

She poked it and it flinched and scrambled away, tripping over its own legs. She heard it let out pitiful whines, it stared at her in fear and she said softly "hey hey, I'm not going to hurt you..." she reached over slowly and it simply whined and cowered, she pulled back quickly when she saw that.

She had no idea what this thing was capable of or how it could hurt her. None of the celestial bodies truly knew, she looked around nervously before sitting down. She held her hand out and the wither storm stared at her nervously before creeping over to sniff her hand. She was really forcing herself not to pull away, she was bracing for it to bite her hand off but instead of doing that it crept over to her.