CHROMATOBER 2024!!!

DAY THIRTY: BLOODMOON

AU: Ghostly sights!

Blood moons. The barrier between the world below and spirit world thin, impossibly so. Not enough to allow them to be seen by most..

But Sabre won't have a fun time. His bandana won't help this time.
Takes place sometime after day 21: lost.

[SABRES POV]

My blindfold was wrapped around my wrist tightly. I hadn't been wearing it lately as to interact with rainbow better.. Shadow was.. horrible company on a good day. And I just.. missed rainbow.

Even when dead, rainbow was.. still a hero. In more ways than one.
But that wasn't all. He was my best friend. An amazing steve. He was like my little brother. He was kind and caring, and so.. so bubbly despite what happened to him.

I wish he.. wasn't.. well. Dead. I should've just- done more-!
I sighed and shook my head, the sun beginning to melt into the horizon- painting the sky a warm orange as it slowly sunk into the dark night sky. Despite the dark it brought, life thrived under the moons gaze. Nocturnal animals slowly creeping out of their shelters and exploring the now quiet forest under the cover of night.

I brushed my hand over the smooth brown leather wrapped tightly around the handle of my axe, the oak wood handle being curved and carved perfectly to fit in my hands just right. The leather was just to prevent splinters.

At the end of one side of the handle, was a sharp iron spike, sharpened into a thin point that looked like it could cut obsidian flawlessly. The metal glistened under the dimming sunlight- the warm light bathing the iron and making it assume a champagne gold color. The same could be said for the axe-head at the other end of the handle- iron perfectly sharpened for efficiency.

I reeled back my arms- before sending them soaring down into the tree infront of me, the axe embedding itself deep into the wooden trunk of the tree. I yanked it out, before sending the axe head careening back into the tree trunk. As I planted one foot underneath where I was chopping the wood, I pulled the axe out- pulling as hard as I could.

The tree collapsed, the wooden logs swiftly shrinking under my touch. I stored them in my inventory, doing the same with my axe- putting it in my hotbar.

I glanced over at the horizon ahead- the sun blinking out of the sky once more. I looked in the opposite direction, seeing the moon crawling its way through the sky. Small slivers of red light bathed the forest as I squinted.. red light?

I noticed how the moon now held a reddish tint, odd...

I held my breath as I felt the wind pick up, dashing through the falling leaves and messing up my hair. The nighttime chill slowly began to settle, the cold slowly seeping through my hoodie. I shuddered, grin faltering on the occasion the wind decided it despised me.

A figure.

My head shot up, eyes darting around. I saw flashes of black. Darkness? How?

Was it because I had the shadow sword with me?

I stepped forwards, swiveling around and being face to face with a strange steve I had never seen before.
Igneous rock makes up its rough and rocky exterior, cracks of lava slowly growing the further down its limbs the vein like cracks got until its hands were made completely of lava. Rocky horns jutted out of the creatures head, glowing orange eyes- similar to glowberries or fire- stared at him. Sharp lava claws dripped- yet no affect on the environment was seen. The drops of lava even seemed to fizzle out... the creature seemed transparent..ish, body seeming fuzzy.

I could NOT deal with this right now.

I swung my axe at the creature, only for it to phase through. A spirit. Oookay!

I swiftly put on my blindfold, the red light that surrounded me was dimmed ever so slightly, and the creature was nowhere to be seen.

I let out a sigh of relief, continuing to walk home.

I glanced up, the more the red moon clambered its way up in the sky like a mountain climber, the more anxious I got.
My blindfold felt like it was squeezing my head the way a ton of rubber bands would to a watermelon. I quickly tugged it off- only for whispers to fill my ears. Ones of hate. Ones that yelled at me. Telling me of everything I had done.

Small- faint flickers of color surrounded me, of all colors of the rainbow but red, streaks of black making themselves known in some of the faint flashes.
The whispers began to get louder. Overwhelming. They turned to yells, drowning out all thought. I clamped both hands over my ears, crouching down and trying to make myself appear as small as possible. It was so loud- so much-

Tears began to slip down my face. My body began to tremble as the endless torrent of hateful words began to replace my thoughts. These hateful words weren't new. I thought similarly about myself constantly- but the yells- dear origin- so loud. I could barely think- I felt like a wild animal in a cage. The air became suffocating- as if my lungs were constricting and the air was poison. Red light illuminated the forest around me, adding the final color to the rainbow of hate that choked me. I frantically tried to put on my blindfold- the storm dimming for a moment- before growing in intensity.

Fear filled my veins, pure, utter, terror. Yet I could not bring myself to move from my curled position as I sobbed, tugging on my own hair. I began to choke on my own tears- my chest constricting as if I had been put under a hydraulic press.
Its.. All my fault.

It's all my fault.

I killed so many. So many. All dead. By my hands.

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1000 words on the dot! HUZZAH!! Ok I'll do the final one!