Hollow Moon

New Chaos Begins.

'THERE'S SOMETHING BURNING IN THE EMPTY ROOM INSIDE OF MY HEAD....

FILL IT UP WITH DOUBT, LET IT IN, LET IT SPREAD..'

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Pearl grinned, blue eyes flicking over her fellow life-members. The air is frigid, a type of cold in the morning that would normally nip and bite at her skin through her hoodie, although it doesn't touch her today.

She's pleasantly warm, unlike the people around her- normally, only Grian can stand the freezing cold without switching out of his sweater or adding more layers.

He's a parrot, sure, but Pearl's pretty sure it's got something to do with his monstrosity of a magical aura. 3 different types, harshly clashing..

She still doesn't know how he got elemental magic.

The intro is ending; Grian's just about down explaining how the game will work. A soulmate- shared goals, thoughts & health. An interesting twist from an interesting, puzzle of a man.

Oh! It's go time! 

Pearl waves, her hoodie flaring out behind her as she rushes into the forest. Get some essentials, worry about the soulmate business later.

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She'd ended up in a birch forest, which carried a gentle, warm breeze- a stark contrast to the nipping cold of the other forest, which had to have been fully abandoned now, since it was so freezing.

With shiny new wood tools in her pocket, Pearl approached some visible stone before three dots flicker across her field of view.

...

Oh, so their soulmate is being chosen. The tip of her wood pickaxe grazes the rough grey of the stone absently, the handle slipping out of her hand, forgotten in the excitement of galactic spreading across her gaze.

The words scatter, spinning like wheels in a lottery machine. Words click into place, finally decipherable.

A grin spreads across her face as the message is spelled out, joy and anticipation bubbling in her chest- a warm, happy feeling, such as butterflies floating through a gentle breeze.

YOUR SOULMATE IS..

Anticipation builds. Pearl flutters her moth wings, which have shrunken as to reduce her advantage over the competition.

???

..

It won't tell her.

Okay then, Grian, you sneaky little bitch.  She can deal with this. Can't be that hard to figure out who her dearly beloved is, right?

For now, she needs diamonds- or, atleast, iron.

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The cave is dark, cool and stuffy. Behind her is a long, thin trail of torches that blaze unnaturally, a vibrant red color, before flickering out to be replaced by the average dim orange glow.

Look, Pearl knows Grian probably isn't the true, actual admin of the world, despite surely coding it, on account of the suspicious occurrences and glitches that aren't natural......

However.. This is weird. Kinda like the red fire that seems to watch her with a grin.

Unsettling, much?

She hops down an abandoned mineshaft, stepping onto a wood bridge to find the dazzling purple of Amythest crystals. It slightly spooks her, considering the strings of strange things occurring today, but her eyes fall on a small, vibrant blue allay accompanied by Martyn & Jimmy, who's loudly complaining as his pickaxe dully hits the block infront of him.