Chaos(Skephalo)

Sick

          Zak lived a pretty good life.

        He had set up a camp with his childhood best friend, Darryl. Darryl had dirty blonde hair and emerald eyes. He always wore a black hoodie with red highlights. Darryl was half-angel, although he didn't really tell many people. He wanted to seem cool and in his words "Hardcore". Zak thought it was super cool to be half angel but he always acted chill about it because he was a good liar. He knew Darryl was embarrassed about his angel ancestry and he didn't want to upset Darryl.

         They were training to become a guild. They met someone who lived in the forest named Vincent and Zak became friends with them. Vincent was a strange fellow, his hair was gray and his eyes a deep dark black His skin seemed almost desaturated. When you looked at him he just seemed out of place. His hair was so long that some people would think he was a female.

       They taught each other almost everything they knew. Well, Darryl never really told Vincent anything. Darryl didn't trust Vincent but Zak thought Vincent was a very nice person, so he would tell Vincent the things Darryl only shared with him.

        Their camp was set in a patch of green grass next to a river. There were enough salmon that one could live a lifetime on it. They were surrounded by a huge forest filled with many resources one might need to survive. You could see the snowy mountains full of mysteries out in the distance. The place was picked by their school because it was one of the best spots in their country. Full of everything one might need for camping and more. No one in their right mind would ever want to leave. They practice their abilities and spar every day. Darryl to be a healer. Zak to be a lancer

         Except for today... because Zak has been experiencing signs of undiagnosed sickness. Darryl told Zak that it wasn't contagious but the root of it was unclear. Apparently, There was no documentation of a disease like this before. Darryl thought that it was all Vincent's doing but... It couldn't be, right? No, Vincent was so kind-hearted. he wouldn't... as Zak was contemplating Darryl's words. he could see that Darryl was frantically trying to gather resources and cast healing spells from the corner of his eye. Zak kept insisting he was fine but Darryl wouldn't listen. He always worried so much about Zak and sometimes, Zak thought he didn't deserve it. Darryl tried contacting their school for help but it seemed their connection was down. It seemed something was going wrong at the school on that particular day because none of the spells that the school had set in place were working.

       Zak woke up to Darryl placing some chicken noodle soup for Zak's soul next to him. "Hey, Darryl..." Zak said with a weak voice "You're an idot." Zak let out a tiny laugh "Oh my goodness! Stop joking around like that! This is serious!" Darryl said with his hands outstretched hovering above Zak's heart glowing softly in green. There was strange warmth to the glow. Something no one else had.

       Fourteen days passed, the disease still wasn't cured. Darryl kept biting his nails. Zak knew that Darryl did this when he was nervous. Vincent hadn't visited in all that time. Darryl spent almost all his time taking care of Zak. Darryl would also try to get his schoolwork done which ended up making his health deteriorate from lack of sleep. It seemed like Zak was getting worse every day and there was no hope but Darryl never gave up. Of course, Darryl still thought it was Vincent's fault and at this point, Zake was starting to agree. However, Zak still trusted Vincent. he really didn't want to admit that Vincent wasn't as nice as he seemed.

         Zak saw Vincent emerge from the dense canopy of the forest that surrounded his camp as he was waking up from a dream. A flower in hand. It was light purple in colour. Zak was barely conscious. However, he was still excited to see Vincent nonetheless. Vincent seemed sad as he dropped the flower into Zak's food. No, it must have been Zak's imagination. Why would Vincent be sad? Suddenly, the meal was surrounded by pure black. Darryl looked shocked, almost worried. Zak looked at the flower in the food. What would it hurt to eat it? So, well, he did.

        He started coughing uncontrollably, spitting out blood, losing consciousness. He could hear screaming. Everything was blurry

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         He woke up. Darryl had angel wings and a bright yellow halo hanging lopsidedly. He was confused but could ask questions later. He half-listened to Darryl. Darryl was talking about how Vincent was a demon.

        Honestly, Zak didn't care much but, Darryl seemed to think it was pretty serious. "We have to stop Vincent from doing whatever he plans on doing." said Darryl "I don't actually know what it is but it's probably bad!" Zak's agreed. They started getting everything prepared to track down and take down Vincent. They were ready for whatever challentes would await them because they had each other.