Made in Abyss: The Unknown Above

observing the unknown

She looked around the corner. Good. She started to walk in the streets, as her hooded figure did not draw any attention. Many others pasted by, but not one did not peer at her. Kids laughing, adults talking, all with this thing about "whistles." She furrowed her brow as she kept walking. Whistles were a bit new to her, as she have been only here for a few days. Sometimes, she could see all kind of whistles, red, blue, and sometimes white and black. The kids mostly have bells and red whistles. Others have more complicated whistles, like moon whistles. The village - like place was getting more deserted, the brown - yellowish path came to a cease as plant - like creatures started to appear more. She came to the edge of the path. Wind flew in her face, and she started to breathe. The sun was fully up now, soon it would get crowded. She then looked around through an entrance to the abyss. It was always near the kids. The other entrances were either in the middle of the town, and going into the town was hard enough. The kids would go in and out of the abyss, even if the curse would kill them. Disgusting, why would anybody make kids have the curse inflicted upon them, it made no sense! She crept through the entrance, slowly and not being seen. It was about the time the kids were in the building, they had no "journey" into the abyss yet, but it was almost time. She crept out of the path that the kids would normally pass through in order to explore. She went deeper into the abyss, crouching under strange herbs and jumping across cliffs. The environment was green and lush, filled with life and animals. Some areas had destroyed cliffs, sometimes broken rusted metal and piled up dirt. It was quite interesting, yes, but it was not what she was looking for. There it was, the meeting space. The meeting space was a tiny place, with patches of grass everywhere, almost covering her. She pulled out her horn and blew it.

A crimson splitjaw's growl rised in the air, making little vibrations around her. Leaves fell down, and the grass shook. She continued to blow into the horn, and then stopped. A while ago, she have heard, there were reports of crimson splitjaws. Sooner or later, a kid went missing, and there were rumors of the animal taking her. She overheard this by wandering in the town, a girl, a young one that had a red whistle. The animals around the area scattered, scurrying away from the noise. She looked at the clearing. It was quiet with only the sounds of bush rustles and wind, as the darkness of the abyss lured underneath her.

Something was flying through the air. She snapped her head towards the rushing figure. A crimson splitjaw, but it was... different. Purple and yellow in dull colors, flying through the air. As it came closer, she prepared to leap. The figure went by as she jumped on it, gripping her paws onto the pelt. As the wind blew by her fur, they flew by cliffs and broken structures, through weirdly shaped, as they flew through it. The wind made her hood fly off, and her white fur shone in the sunlight. They raced throughout the cliffs, flying in a speed a crimson splitjaw would. The sun shone on the structures as they slowly came to a stop. She hopped off of the pelt and silently entered through the mossy passage. The mossy entrance closed itself and remained unseen as ever. She walked into the passageway and into a small cave - like structure, with a separate other cave of course. However, the cave was not rocky as others, it was instead filled with overgrowth, plant - like structures all around instead of the rocky cave. There were mossy beds and a table made out of wood. Chairs were giant mushrooms, brown and stable. There were human things in the caves, as she was the one collecting them to aid in their survival. She glanced at the bag on her side, and took out her human machine of the day. It was small, but it was a sphere, dirty - golden and old. A bell, one of the whistles that were mentioned through the village. She heard the rustling of the mossy entrance being opened. She turned and looked back at them.

"Welcome back, friend."