A collection of short stories and made up fairy-tale
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The three disciples of The Great Eastern Benevolence, FrostDragon the Grim, were crossing swords again.
The whole Hall of True Swords and the surrounding environs were thrown into chaos, as the qi of three separate benevolence were crashing against each other.
Other minor celestials fled to safer distance, curiosity be forsaken.
Safety is more important!
But in the midst of all these whirlpool of power, one figure stood still, nonchalantly observing the flashing swords and the rampaging heavenly energies.
Clad in his customary black and gold, the master of the Hall of True Swords was ignoring the rest of existence and concentrated fully upon the skills currently exhibited by his three students.
A small celestial bunny was crying in fright, hollering at his mightiest, as his tiny paws did their best to bring their owner to his perceived safest place.
The lap of WinterYouth.
The silly bunny was so frightened that he forgot about his teleporting capacity and relied on his physical capabilities.
Hearing the aggrieved cries of his most beloved companion, WinterYouth arrived nearby in a sudden blizzard of glittering snowflakes.
Seeing his saviour, the little ball of fur made a great jump and burrowed into his arm, a litany of complaints about 'idiots', 'stupid showoffs' , 'swords, WinterYouth! I was so scared!!' , and a few more choice words to describe his opinions on certain Benevolences.
Patting frazzled fur and smoothing them to lay sleek once more, WinterYouth teleported to the Hall of True Swords.
The bunny in his arms gave a shrill yelp and dug his way into his clothes.
With a lazy flick of his fingers, WinterYouth easily created a barrier, using his Grace to seal the outside world from affecting the precious cargo currently burrowing in his clothes. A dome of faintly glittering snowflakes and ice fractals glowed into being, engulfing his personal space before winking into invisibility.
"This One greets Lord FrostDragon."
"Hn."
Both of them lapsed into silence, watching the furious battle before them with keen eyes and appreciative observations.
"I can see why it's so hard for you to choose a successor. They're very evenly matched."
"Hn."
"Could you please actually use words?"
A quirked brow was his answer.
WinterYouth laughed at the taciturn Benevolence. Curious, his little passenger poked his tiny head out carefully, scouting for potential dangers. Finding none, he pops out and went to his favourite perch, the wide shoulders of WinterYouth.
And they wasted time watching a pointless competition.
