THINGS from my Word Doc.

wednesday write- The Void edition.

basically, i want to study Sapling & 1 more, so this is what came out of it

:3

(world building at the end)

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Writing the stupid characters I made gay for eachothre BY ACCIDENT I SWEAR

prompt: 'include these 3 things in your writing' I chose: ' a distant scream, a large crystal, a supernatural creature (my mcs)'

Sapling hissed in 1's face, ruffling their distinctly moth-like wings and taking to trying to mend the blade that had landed in this hell with him.

It'd been millennia since 1 fell, since the battle occurred, since the Void lapped both of them up as though they were simple prey to it's inky, sticky, ever-growing darkness. Not even stars dared to shine in the absence of space, the absence of all creature, besides the two ruined humanoids residing inside of it.

1 laughed. Sapling spun around, the tan texture of their creatively patterned wings- now ruined by the everlasting darkness, which ate away at the tips of their limbs and the colors of their eyes- flaring out around them in a feeble attempt to keep steady.

1 itself wasn't in better condition. It's black cloak lay in tatters, loosely clinging to forever bleeding shoulders. Wings shattered and horridly repaired, a mask still broken -containing traces of the void- hanging limply off their face. It, too, had exhibited the changes Sapling experienced- the way the darkness dyed their hands, their calves. The black that overtook forest green eyes.

Sapling hated this area of nothing, of death, of destruction. It went against everything he ever stood for, everything he ever created in rebellion of 1 and his wretched species.

'The Watchers are god,' he was once told, in schools and chapels.

If the ruined creature that sits infront of him is god, then he should be one too.

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1 laughed- a bitter, hoarse sound. Sap had returned to trying to free his dull diamond blade from the darkness consuming it. Eating away at the colors, the very molecule-structures.

Pity, the hope the moth hybrid decided to cling too. Ideas that he will one day raise the pointed edge again, one day bring it down over 1's head a final time, end this nightmare.

Poor soul, 1 snickers.

In the black, it was boring. A neverending wasteland, desolate. Terribly boring, if not for 1's companion, his very murderer.

Oh, yes, and that.

The visions had started ages ago- pictures of heirs he never knew existed, of his only living comrade reviving their group, of 'Voidwalkers' and 'The End', yellow sandstone like materials and vibrant purples... A portal, and impossible boss, luring those wretched players to it's sister's new realm.

The visions, however, had lead him to it- a dull, hazy crystal almost as large as his mask, one which muttered and cursed and stirred before finally showing it the above ground.

1 had been editing and toying and finicking with the device, the magic, for a long while. Today, while Sap is distracted, he will put it's plan into motion.

All it took was the very unsteady, weak reach into a world 1 has all but lost access too- The Code.
With fingers wrapped around the small, insignificant line he needed, it would drag the jumble of letters and words into the stone.

Inside the stone, things would shift. The foggy haze would give way to a clearing full of 8 people- 12 or so people, standing unsteadily.

Over the last month, he'd tormented that one, the traitor, the escapee, Xelqua. More trouble then he was worth, 1 wished to tell 'Xeyla'... alas, he had no access to their realm, to their minds.