The Alternate Universes

CHAPTER 7 - Is This The End?

The walk back to the village was quiet, until Lychee spoke up. "The king is the cause of this.." He whispered angrily. Koko looked at him sadly. "We'll find out the truth behind this, please don't act on impulse, okay..?" Koko patted his shoulder. Oku itched the back of his head "When will we start?" He asked. "We have half a day to do something. Do we try finding out things now?" Minko asked. "This is really dangerous." Dirt murmured. Potato breathed. "Lets just not be violent."

They all went to the middle of the village, it had a beautiful fountain and a huge castle before it.

The King's castle.

They pushed the most striking looking girl to the front, Minko. "Guys what are you doing!?" Minko whisper-yelled. "Do what you have to do" All of them said at the same time. Minko sighed and wooed the guards into letting them in. The gates before them opened,

They entered. "I'm a bit scared." Dirt sighed. They all chuckled at Dirt. They were right before the door that would possibly change their entire fate. The king's throne- no, the king himself, was beyond this door.

There was yelling beyond the door, The other guards opened the door and the six gasped at the king, down on the floor, blood over him with an arrow on his head, other guards fuzzing about the king possibly dead.
They looked at each other and realized, that they weren't six, they were five.

Lychee, their archer, was gone.

Potato looked at the broken window, and saw a boy with pink hair and a bow running away. Before Potato could say anything, the guards quickly got them out of the castle.

"What just happened?" Dirt shrieked. "Where's Lychee?!" Koko yelled. Someone poked them, he had a black coat covering his head with gold outlines. They looked under the hood and saw the familiar pink hair. "LYC-" Before an extremely angry Potato could get mad at him, Lychee covered her mouth and pulled her away to a secluded place somewhere far from the village as the others followed.

"What the fuck, Lychee?" Oku asked in a dark tone, shocking all of them. "Lychee, I told you not to act on impulse!" Koko pulled on her hair. "Lychee, why didn't you listen?" Dirt asked, trying his best to be kind to Lychee and not to hurt him. "LYCHEE, WE JUST SAID NOT TO BE VIOLENT, AND YOU JUST WENT AND FUCKING KILLED HIM!" Potato yelled.

Lychee snapped.

"Y'know what?" He wiped a tear angrily, his hood falling off. "Why don't you look at this too while your at it!" He pulled out a wither flower and held it. All of them gasped as Lychee's arm was engulfed in black marks. He didn't wince, he didn't flinch. The holes on his skin didn't appear. Lychee started crying. "I'm confused too. Okay..?" He put the flower on his hand and the black marks on the other hand appeared, the other disappearing. Lychee's arms went limp, dangling from his shoulders. "I don't understand anything.."

"Lychee.." Koko reached out for him.
"NO!"

Lychee quickly moved away from Koko, but it was already too late.

Koko moved back with a pained yelp and her hand was beginning to be engulfed in black marks and holes.

Lychee moved back a bit. The flower Koko had, the colorful one, fell out of her sling bag - which opened slightly when she was running to follow him,- when she moved back. It fell on Lychee's leg, who responded with a yelp.

His leg began to fill with white marks.

Lychee fell down and winced in pain. "Lychee!" Koko reached out but Potato pulled her back by her shirt. "Koko! We need you to get healed!" Dirt said hesitatingly. "Help him!" Koko cried out. "N-None of us can touch h-him.." Minko stuttured. "B-But." She turned to Lychee and saw he was fading into ash. "Koko, your arm!" Potato said as she pulled her. The marks on Koko's arms had almost reached to her shoulder.

"We can't." Oku shook his head sadly. Koko's eyes widened. Dirt grabbed Koko with a cloth so its undirect, he pulled her back to the village, everyone else following. "LYCHEE!" Koko reached her hands out.

Just before Lychee's head faded into ash, he let out a weak smile. 

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