Let try to do this
Not cannon to the book
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No pov
That time of year is approaching. The radience has been killed. Hornet has gone missing, same with the tiny knight.
The pure vessel has shown back up. How that happened you had no idea. But you had ditched your mask. As it has long been cracked. Discarded with his body.
Pure has been wandering the destroyed kingdom gathering survivors and relocating them to dirtmouth, rebuilding civilization.
The three nailmasters scattered from top to bottom has agreed to come. One however, requiring some more persuasion. You on the other hand had refused to relocate.
Instead you offered to help it find servivors. The vessel accepted your help. Although they would try to convince you. Despite their lack of words relying on body language.
By now majority of survivors are now in dirtmouth. So you had started to leave your house less and less.
As you stepped out, you stretched your limbs head turning to look at the grave that has been dug there before you2 made your home.
Your brows lowered as your gaze landed on the sheild and mask proped against a stone. After a second or two you set out for your usual run for food. It didnt take long for you to get to dirtmouth as it has become habbit.
The little town had weaver webs scattered around for the holloween season, still doesnt beat deepnest though.
"(Y/N)!" When you turn to look at who called, your glomped to the floor being suffocated under 3 nailmasters, sly, sheo, and oro. Mato standings to the side watching being the tsudenere he is.
"Hello guys" your voice was flat and dry for you havent spoken for weeks. "Are you feeling alright, (y/n)?" The shrill voice of the tiny fly voicing all four of their thoughts.
You force a smile onto your face, painfully forced. They frown behind their masks. "Anyways I need to go get food" you turn to walk off to the grocery store that the artifact guy had set up, since he needed money to continue buying artifacts from travellers.
You could feel everyone's eyes on you. Did you look like that much of a mess? Either way you got your groceries now.
Walking back to your home in kingdom's edge. That is until you bumped into someone. After letting out a small sorry you realize its the pure vessel.
You bowed slightly like you always do when seeing them. Something ingrained into you from before the infection.
They shake their hand signalling to stop bowing. "Sorry its just habbit." They nod understanding. Begining to walk of they take hold of your shoulder.
When your head turns to look at them they gesture to the town. You frown, this is the fifth time he's asked you to stay in town this weak. AND ITS NOT EVEN TUESDAY!
"Persistance gets you no where." I shake his hand off your should and hop down into the forgotten crossroads.
Unbeknownst to you they was trying to lead you somewhere. Their head lowers in a sighing motion.
They turn to the nailmasters pointing at where you went tilting his head questioning whats up with you. At which none of them had a answer. Except oro who refused to answer, respecting your choice not to share.
This gained annoyed looks from all the other masters and a blank stare from the vessel. After a couple of seconds he sighs giving in.
"You know the bug wearing blue armor?" This gained suprised looks from the other two pupils. While sly bursted up laughing not beleiving the words until all pupils stared at him behind their masks.
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FanfictionGlory. . . everyone seeks it. many fall to infection to try and achieve it. What would happen if a former nailsmith/master met one of these glory seeking warriors.
