"Why are you here? How did you get on the train? WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?!?" Jeremiah cried out at the thing at the end of his bed. The form rose up to stand, and when it did, it towered over Jeremiah--it was three times his height.
"Why, you're the master of hope...Jeremiah. Why...wouldn't I...try to...find you?" Despair answered.
"Okay. Okay. You're in my room. You're in my room. GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!" Jeremiah cried again, firing a blast of light at Despair. The light was only meant to stall or knock things back, Jeremiah had never found it to be that useful. However, when it hit Despair, Despair screeched in pain and backed away. Jeremiah looked at his hands.
"It blinds me," Despair had said. She had talked about how she could see his light, and how she hated his light. It blinded her, she had said. Of course, Jeremiah thought. She's weak to the power of hope. Her NAME is flipping "Despair," after all. Jeremiah shot another bolt to knock the tall apparition back. He ran over and opened both doors--the one on the eating room and the one on his room--and knocked her into the eating room, then repeated until he had her in the training room. Luckily for Jeremiah, Despair had woken him up early, and no one was in the eating room yet.
Despair moaned in apparent pain, then slowly put a hand out. Black tendrils, like snakes, grew from her fingers and thumb, wrapping around Jeremiah. Every point they touched became cold and weak, falling under the power of hopelessness--Despair. The apparition then reached out with her other hand, and the tendrils formed from the other fingers and thumb, too. She seemed to want to encase Jeremiah in the thing that Opal hated most. Instead of falling to the pressure of hopelessness, Jeremiah brightened the light of his hope, intensifying his power. He shined brighter and brighter, till he was like the glowing sun.
The tendrils came off him immediately, falling to the floor like dead serpents. Jeremiah, shining bright as the sun, simply had to stand there to make Despair weak. She screamed at the sight of his burning light. Jeremiah shot another bolt of light, this time six times the size of his normal ones, and which almost melted Despair's mask. However, Despair stood up tall, reaching her freakishly long arms around where Jeremiah stood, covering him and snuffing out his light.
Jeremiah tried to shoot bolts of hopeful light, but nothing seemed to be working in the shadow of Despair. She cried and cried, waves of tears, sadness, and overall anti-hope throughout the pocket she had made. Jeremiah was weakened, the power of Despair knocking him to his knees. It almost was like gravity was swiftly increasing on him, the way that he was being crushed. He tried to stand back up, but his muscles and bones screamed in defiance, just like Despair would. Jeremiah didn't give up, however, no, siree. He kept on trying to make bolts of light, and he eventually succeeded, shooting the bolt straight at Despair(but really, there was no other target at this point).
Despair backed away, and Jeremiah thought he had finally ended her, but that couldn't be true--this chapter wasn't near long enough. Despair, instead of doing something preferable, tore off her robes.
Jeremiah yelled in surprise and covered his eyes. When he opened them, he wished he had kept them shut: for in place of the robes was a body made of bone tentacles.
BONE TENTACLES.
How was that even possible? Jeremiah sure didn't have the answer. Despair sobbed loudly, more like a screech-sob, and shadowy power practically shot from her eyes and mouth. Bone tentacles reached for Jeremiah, who was wondering how Despair's feet connected to the rest of her body.
It was at this point that Heather walked in. She saw the crying, slender beast made out of bone tentacles, turned around, and closed the door. Jeremiah appreciated such respect of one's privacy and personal space, but he wished he had help. Technically, any Destined powered up by Jeremiah's powers of hope is considered a master of hope, so anyone, really, could GIVE HIM A HAND, MAYBE?!
Luckily, very, VERY LUCKILY for Jeremiah, Belle walked in at that moment. She began edging along the wall, keeping an eye on Despair as Jeremiah shot bolts of light from his hands, meaning she either wanted cinnamon rolls more than Heather did, or she wanted to help Jeremiah. Jeremiah hoped that her reason was the latter.
Belle raised her hand as she neared Jeremiah, and Jeremiah slapped it. Immediately, she rolled up into Silverhorn, the penetrator of darkness. Silverhorn stabbed for Despair's tentacles. The bone tentacles wrapped around the two, but Silverhorn and Jeremiah's combined strength was able to get Jeremiah's right arm free. They stabbed Despair in the face, and black liquid began pouring out. Despair wailed loudly and threw the two into the wall. They landed Silverhorn-first so the human wouldn't get hurt.
Bone tentacles came from all sides, attacking to choke out the light of hope. The light of hope and his narrow weapon would not be quenched, however, for they stabbed and impaled every tentacle that came their way. Each tentacle, when impaled and killed, would turn into black ooze. Both the master of hope and his loyal weapon hoped that the ooze disappeared when Despair was dead.
Silverhorn pointed towards Despair, and she and her wielder leaped towards the creature's head. Silverhorn penetrated the center of its mask, cracking and breaking it. Despair, with a final wail of awful pain, turned completely to black ooze. The black ooze, therefore, began to gather in front of the two, swirling up to form another shape. Jeremiah and Silverhorn hoped that they didn't have to fight Despair again.
They didn't have to fight Despair again.
Jeremiah had been wondering that if Despair was the guardian, where was the pylon? The pylon actually was Despair, and the black ooze formed into the pylon. With no hesitation, as both the weapon and her wielder knew what a pylon was, they impaled the crystal. It shattered, and the voices from all sides spoke to them.
Master of hope, you have bested Despair, against all odds. Take, now, the Archangel's Armory.
A shield appeared from the remains of the pylon, a floating, bright white shield. It hovered in the air and drew near Jeremiah and Silverhorn. It touched Silverhorn and entered her, and she transformed into a halberd.
"Woah," Jeremiah said in amazement. "The Archangel's Armory, clearly, transforms you into different weapons,"
Interesting, Silverhorn hummed. Heather came in again, this time accompanied by Penny.
"We heard a primal scream," Penny informed.
"Is it safe for us to get some cinnamon rolls now?" Heather asked.
"Uh...yeah. Yeah, we're good," Jeremiah answered.
No bone tentacle monsters here, Silverhorn hummed.
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Destined: 2 Be Continued
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