3rd POV:
A shapeshifter that looked like Snugglemagne walked into the old temple, it’s ripped
clothes snagging on the jagged rocks.
“I’m sorry, spirit. I wasn’t able to catch the rebel and his friend.” The shapeshifter knelt
before the spirit, it coming to him as a purple mist.
“... You had one job.” The mist began to take form, a tall, slender, pale, but elegant being
stepping forward. “Return with the brat who betrayed us and kill his little friend, AND YOU
COULDN”T DO THAT?!” The spirit’s screeh sent a cloud of purple mist at the shapeshifter,
knocking it over. The spirit sighed. “I should have known you’d fail. You let those annoying
friends of Oam’s escape.”
“... They were already going through a tough time.”
“And that’s the problem. You’ve become… ‘empathetic’, ugh, the word itself is
disgusting. The temple doesn’t need a weakling like you.” The spirit began to raise the
shapeshifter by it’s neck, the shapeshifter desprate to get out of it’s deadly grasp. “You are not
needed anymore, so either leave, or be killed by me.” The spirit let go of the shapeshifter, it
running out of the temple. “Now that thing is out of the way, how about a small, little war.” The
spirit laughed, returning to it’s mist form…
The war is near.
The End
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Mirrored Worlds, Sequel to Demonic Heroes
FanfictionWhen separated from Badgerclops, Adorabat, and Snugglemagne, Mao Mao and Oam have to travel through alternate worlds to find home. But is home a place or where the heart is? Warning: Strong Language.
