Busted Knee caps.

Quiet place.

Hey fair warning! I'll be using she/her pronounce for Eti.
Editor; Aquavenn
Spoilers.

"I'm finally out." The figure let out a swift sigh. Rubbing thier red puffy eyes, they turned to see her land. She remebered the war cries, of those who fallen. The swift endings of many. This situation felt familiar. Rain plucked off of rocks like a harp. Filling the air with the sent, of home. She didn't expect it to rain today. The place was gray, rocks from both hers and Kcalb, littered the floor. Only becoming slippery from the water. Well then why here? Of all places she could have ended up. Why not in the middle of the action? Then it hit her.

"Hey." This voice, that was most definitely not her own, made this cold place frozen. It danced, and encoded off the rocks. Only it was being over shadowed by the rain. It was a surprise, to hear someone else, other than her own thoughts. That firey prison only lead to a mountain of ideas. Her feet slid to face the man.

"Waddya' think," It was clear as day, "of your empty world?" This face of his, was only knew too well by this point. How couldn't you not remember a monster from the sea? Sadly, she couldn't tell if he was the devil, or simple demon. The mind set of his, felt young, near painful. Those horns, had the rain water drip off them, towards the floor. In fact both of them, at this point are soaked. The rain also seem to get louder.

"Reminds you of old times?" Once again it hit those rocks. His eyes met hers, never blinking, but just staring to her. Waiting for an answer she couldn't think of. It wasn't slow, in fact it was over flown. The mind of hers, only bubbled up more.

"Well, it was always good for nothing," he began to laugh. If those teeth he showed were any sharper, it wouldn't be possible to close his mouth. The statement was stuck to her. This was the only thing that was now screaming bloody murder in her mind.

"Enjoying your little puppet show?" He only haggled more. What was that subpost to mean? It got Etihw, the white queen of the stack, to flash a glare at them.

"You're wrong." This time, it was her own voice, that broke the silence. Echoing back to him. Like boats and vessel lights, at sea.

"About what?" The other boat was quick to ask. Leaving them to fall silent again. What was he wrong about? It had to be every thing. Her brain didn't even process everything he meant to place in her mind, yet.

"Sure is hallo isn't it," It didn't wait, "Going to start over again?" He began to snicker, that nasty laugh again.

"Sure hope it gose better this time." Was the last thing he left her, before leaving for the next world. She looked straight, at the make shift road, made for cover years ago. A little voice in the back of her mind knew what would be up there. Though she didn't want to feed that curiosity. So she turned around, and went home.

He won.

The rain had put out most of the fires around the area. Leaving behind scourge ruins. Waking along the muddy road. Her eyes turned to Kcalb's own stones, that are now crumbled. Each one was empty. It near felt like a normal rock. Some flowers were okay, patches of poppy, and daisy stuck around the burnt and wilted ones. The castle only got closer. It's delicately carved masonry was over seen from a mile away. It brought her to the first gates. Opened, free, just like it always was. Showing off the plaza.

Most of it was broken off the main design. The shrubbery looked like coal, and the ground was cracked. Peaces of monotone shades, sprinkled across the walls and floor. Then the main center peace, the fountain, had the worse treatment.

She couldn't help but walk up to it. This thing was a pain to think of. Both of them, didn't know what to put here. They thought of a statute, a tree, and more. Though nothing seemed to stick. Until Wodahs had the bright idea to put the fountain there. Making it was fun, compared to the idea process. Kcalb was trying to make it overly perfect, as she herself just made it decent. The look on the Devil's face was pride afterwards.

How he told those poor demons, his scrambled plans, was a treat to see. Then he himself added those back stones. Along with her adding the white ones. Now, they are broken; damp, not just from the rain, but from the pierced fountain; that couldn't hold a drop of water anymore. Etihw reached down, and picked up that black stone. Well, now it was only fragments of what it was, but she grabbed a few. To just stare at them. It kept blinking back and forth. To the smell of blood and red skies. Then to the chilling rain, of the sea monsters voice.

Her body drifted to the doors of her home. Finally it was a dry place. She then sat there. Looking straight down at the stone fragments. The door, made a loud clink! As it hit the other soild objects. Her back met up with the door, as her body slid down. Now on the floor, she just starred at the black fragments. Feeling her eyes becoming heavier and heavier. Until there was nothing but the static of the rain, dancing with the thunder at sundown. That day she fell asleep early.