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The Champions and The Canary

   I open my eyes to a world of peace turned chaos. The eyes will follow where normal ones cannot, so run little ones for those who hunt you have found us all. Run, my little ones, for the eyes will forever see where you go next is up to me, for I the being with all the eyes that follow wherever you may roam. If you are not careful for you, I will hunt with wings of the void and a mask of eyes. Now, little ones, you can no longer run; for now, demise has come.

The first I hunt once one of us who ran far from our home. They created these games in hopes of saving their friends from other worlds the pain Their power could cause. Soon they joined a friend in the desert lands. They fought, they killed, they ran and lied, but the runaway never forgot the eyes, our voices, and those of the dead chanting for betrayal, but Their friend smiled. He had always known the runaway cried as their friend hit the ground. The runaway hung their head in shame and pain. they stood at the edge where they had once stood beside their friend and said goodbye for the very last time.

The next I seek a child far away, fallen from the stars now saved from my grasp. They fled now. I want them dead, so run little one and run far, for even when no one knows who you are, our eyes will follow to the final fight. Their husband gone, their heart now shattered, their allies dead by the hand of another. The once vibrant poppies now wilted upon his head with a final arrow of pain and sorrow. The body fell, and the child smiled. They looked to the stars one final time and leapt, for he had won.

And now I hunt a scarlet child turned to hate by the child before who ran away from them, their soulmate gone betrothed to another a wolf her only friend. I think you see where this one ends in a tower built by their own hands, attacked by all the others. Arrows, wolves, axes, and blades—the eyes they can never truly evade—and with a final spark, she is gone. goodbye little Scarlet I shall see you soon.

Next a child ever slowly turned by our simple words and countless lies now one of us, my word, the eyes did follow them like all the others, but unlike the children before, this child did not try to evade our eyes for they were not afraid much like little Scarlet. They brought down damage and blood, stabbed their allies in the back with the swords they were given, and laughed as the final ticks rained. They now had all the time once and for all.

Next comes a child driven mad for the keeper of secrets, who had different plans. All the child wished for were friends of his own, but the keeper of secrets laughed at their hope. They were told to disobey, lie, cheat, and steal to bring pain and chaos till the child snapped. All that remains of the child's insanity are craters caused by countless amounts of TNT and finally a blood-stained ravine.

Finally, we speak of the Canary, a child forever fated first to go, the one of which we toy; they have fallen to the darkest depths hunted by hunters that we sent, pushed off the edge by our invisible hands, the poor Canary unable to fly wings pinned by those hands, oh my, and blown away by a creature's cry. That is our Canary's song. Would you like to sing along?

All of them champions, all of them lost, all forgotten in the history books, but we do remember, for we watched them turn green to yellow to a bloody red, and of course our little curse, we watched them hunt and hurt one another, for we have eyes in every world.

                       Now you know the tale of the Champions and the Canary

Authors note: hiya I hope you enjoyed the story and hopefully I'll come up with more ideas any Ideas you all may have are always welcome and I'll make sure to give credit where it is deserved I'll try to add more stories but coming up with ideas takes time and executing them takes time as well so please be patient also sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors 

-Sunny