Wings of Fire ~Pain~: Darkyeeter

Chapter 3

~Fathowom~

Back to the fucking future, the consistency with time gaps here is fucking bullshit. A couple days after the Pointless Test, Bird finally fuckin summoned FathOwOm for magical stuff after forbidding him from trying it before his words. He had wanted and tried to bring #4b0082, he didn't want to leave the Shallow'nt Palace without her, but was forced to. This took place in some long scene featuring some weird underwater language called aquatic that the author was too lazy to redo. God fucking dammit, Dog. A hop, skip, and a f l y later, Fathówòm found himself at the PieceOfLandSurroundedByWater Palace. A fuckin' big ass palace of rooms and shit you would find in a palace. How the fuck is one supposed to make the basic description of a palace meme-y and interesting?

Generic palace layout with bonus sea-related shit aside, Fathówòm landed on a beach normally used for events, completely empty except for the B i r d  M a n. Bird smirked, and greeted Fathowom. "Hey there birch, you ready for some ffffffffffucking M A G I C ?" FathOwOm began the action of a slapping of bi R d. "Shut up and t e a c h m e m a g i c s ." B i r d descended into deepfried laser eye hell, grabbing FathOwOm's talons. FathOWOm went OwO, as b i R ED yeeted a reverse card at him. FathOWOm found his arm violently swerving back toward himself, colliding with the slap he intended for B i e rDe. (Dumb_name_for_Albatross) grabbed the surprised FathOWOm by the arm. "Time for you to see something W A C K Y and finish'nted that I'm going to dump on you if I fucking commit d i e ." Bird yeeted himself and therefore FathOWOm into the water, swimming through rocks and tunnels in the most inconvenient hidden path ever, ending by emerging at an island, surrounded by huge fucking cliffs surrounding it. In the middle, some huge fucking mass of slowly growing stone. AlBobRoss  chuckled at FathOwOm's confused expression. "Look at this, I'm growing a fuckin' palace, the Winter'nt Palace. ya D I G ? Cuz I D O , " The b i r e d enthusiastically yelled. "Shit's been growing for 7 goddamn years along my plans," The birAAAAAAAAAA continued. "This looks like you're trying to fuckin rip off the Thunderclan camp. If you're doing that, shouldn't you put some roof made of leaves and shit in?," Fathôwôm h m m m ' d out loud. T r o s s C r o s s owo'd. "That's a w  O N D E R F U L I D E A ! But uh, before you start doing magic and shit, I should probably warn you about something. Be careful, goddamnit. Literally the only known limit to animus magic is that we can't bring shit back from the dead, don' be a violent and a corrupte. After all, the accidental spell that made me realize I was fuckin' m a g i c a l was literally telling a clam to rip out my sister's claws. Please bitch, don't use magic unless I'm here to s u p e r v i s e ." Fathówòm nodded in a solemn tone, before jumping right back into a a a excitement. "Well then let's M  AG IC TI EM."

Bob Tross went h m m for a second, and flicked a claw as he looked upward. A bush was yeeeted down along with fuckin' #4b0082. FathOwOm and Bob Tross went OwO. "A F U C K I N G S P Y , R E E E E E , " Tross r e e ' d . Cue FathOwOm having to defend #4b0082, who only wanted to check up on the man of OwO, from being murdered by T r o s s C r o s s . FathOwOm sighed. "How about we get over this. Sure, #4b0082 is in trouble. F I R S T S P E L L W I T H P L A N T S T I M E . " "How about this, I'm tired, I wanna go home," CrosoTroso interjected. Fathówòm tried and failed to convince Bird otherwise, and the group silently went back to the PieceOfLandSurroundedByWater Palace. After bird's anticlimactic exit, #4b0082 and Fathowom did well, I don't know. Fathowom made his first spell, a literal fucking smol living octopus made of wood as a pet for #4b0082. Nothing violent.. nothing big. Fathowom promised himself he won't make mistakes, he'll be just fine. Is this over yet I wanna go home.

Everything's going to be just fine.