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𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮….

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙋𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮….

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗴𝗼 𝗼𝗻. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲.

𝘊𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦….𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳….?

𝗦𝗲𝗹𝗳𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗣𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁?

𝘕𝘰….𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵-𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

𝗜𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴…𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂?

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮….𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗣𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁.

𝘊𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘐 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮?

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘀. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁.

𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯?

𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘀. 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

𝘐-𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦.

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲….

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺.

𝙄 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚.

𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮?

𝗡𝗼…..

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵?

𝗜 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗶𝗲.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵…

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱.

𝘊𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦?

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲. 𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻?

𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺! 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴!

𝗔𝗵𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗼𝗻𝗲.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩?

𝗬𝗼𝘂.

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𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚. 𝘽𝙪𝙩-𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙. 𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚. 𝙄 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚. 𝘼 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩. 𝘼 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚.

𝗔 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲.

••••

“My head aches so much….”

Fwhip opened his tired eyes as he awakened from his slumber. He was standing horribly still and desperately wanted to stretch his aching muscles. He felt like he hadn’t moved in thousands of years. He felt painful indeed.

Fwhip then noticed that voice he heard. He quickly turned to the side to see Sausage standing beside him all dressed in white and holding his head. Fwhip gasped as he tried to move but felt himself unable to do so. “Sausage!” He shouted his first word in what felt like forever. Ack. He was thirsty for sure he could hear it in his voice.

Sausage blinked and looked to Fwhip and raised his brows. “Fwhip!”

“Wait….why are you two here….?” The two turned to see Gem standing nearby also clothed in white and unable to move. Fwhip shook his head in disbelief as he saw his beloved family. That is when he heard other voices and turned to see familiar faces. Scott, Katherine, Lizzie, Joel, Joey, Jimmy, Pixl, and Shelby. All where there. Fwhip couldn’t help but smiling in a confused way.

“What?”

“Hey!”

“Wow!”

“….How are you all here?” Fwhip asked. Everyone stopped as they realized this. The last time they had seen each other they were all….dying. Lizzie turned to Jimmy who stood extremely nearby and gave him a bear hug as best as she could without moving her feet.

“Why did you do that to me?! I missed you for so long…” Lizzie mourned as she held her baby brother whom died prematurely due to the circumstances.

They all were dead.

Each and every one of them.

Gem had watched them all die off one by one until it was just her and Scott. Then Scott had suddenly passed leaving her all alone. She saw her brother and Sausage and wanted to cry. For years she hadn’t seen or heard of them because of they’re deaths. It caused Gem grief beyond belief and this sight was the worst for her then all the others.

“What are we all doing here? We died!” Jimmy stated the obvious. Joel on the other hand was looking at his attire and gagged. “Why are we wearing white dresses?”

“What is going on here?!”

“Are we ghosts?”

“I wanna go home!”

“Everyone calm down!”

Everyone turned to see Lizzie standing tall and straight. She cleared her throat and placed her hands onto her hips. “Look at where we are. She stated pointing at they’re surroundings. They were by a palace of some sort. Taller than the clouds….clouds….they looked onto the ground and saw that they were literally standing on the clouds in the sky.

“What-?” Jimmy shouted unable to comprehend this. “How-?”

“Lizzie is right. We must focus. First, is everyone here?” Gem asked not letting the strange environment get in the way. Pixl began to count everyone to check and make sure none were missing but as he murmured to word eleven, Scott and Sausage begin to loose it.

“Where is Pearl? Where is she? Pearl! Pearl!” Sausage panicked and tried to move once more to no prevail. He was breathing quite quickly and his face was turning redder than lava. No one could reach him giving Fwhip and Gem a horrible time trying to calm him down.

“Shhh….Sausage it’s okay, calm down.” Gem soothed. “She’s here. Surely.”

“But where!”

“Sausage, Pearl is probably just……don’t know. Maybe she’s ahead of us or something and found a way out of this….place.” Fwhip replied trying to stay logical so he wouldn’t panic.

Scott stayed silent as he tried to find another that was missing. It wasn’t until Katherine turned to him that emotion overwhelmed him. He hid his face in his hands trying to calm down as well.

“Where’s Scott’s brother?” Katherine asked in a scared voice realizing why Scott was hurting. Everyone then saw this and more panic was initiated. Where was the demon whom had turned from causing havoc to being one of the most selfless of the rulers?

Where was the one called Xornoth?

“Great! Where is my babycakes!” Joey cried nervously. Although Xornoth had declined Joey’s love much after he became a normal human they still were very close. And Joey had well….never stopped with the pet names.

Joey bit his nails as he took Xornoth’s disappearance worse then Scott. Pixl calmed everyone down after some time and soon the most quiet were able to speak. Besides Scott who was hurting obviously. “What are we going to do?” Lizzie asked in a curious voice.

“Well let’s think a moment shall we?” Pixl stated. “We are all on a cloud or something, and all around us is white besides that strange palace. We cannot move and two of us are missing. Anyone have any thoughts?”

“Yeah! Are we in heaven or something? If so I do not want to be stuck with you guys for the rest of existence.” Shelby crossed her arms.

“I highly doubt that. I suppose it is possible, Gem, do you have any clue? You are a wizard after all, surely you know something.” Pixl stated trying to understand what was going on.

“I…according to my memory….when I was on my deathbed, I seem to recall there being voices that I had never have heard before. They-if I remember, echoed the words 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦…” or something like that. I died before I could even think of the words….but my soul seemed to, just-go to sleep. That’s all I know.” Gem answered.

“This seems unnatural,” Joel placed his hand onto his chin. 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦” those words. What do they mean?” He asked.

“I believe, the voice must have been telling Gem, that even though her life was over, she would one day rise again. And reunite with her family and friends.” Scott placed his two sense into the conversation.

“I’m afraid that is all we know. And will know. If this is heaven of some sorts then…why isn’t Pearl or Xornoth here?” Lizzie added. There was a murmur of agreements when Jimmy then asked something. “Why is it just us? Why aren’t our parents and other people here? Look around, it’s just us.”

“I have a feeling that….we aren’t the only ones here Jimmy, I sense something.” Gem started. Before anyone could respond a voice echoed into their ears. They wince as a white orb appeared out of nowhere before them. It shined brightly as it floated. It’s just-a orb.

“𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀. 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿.” The orb called out.

“What the? Who are you!?” Fwhip yelled trying to move his aching legs. Unfortunately he still couldn’t.

“𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗜 𝗮𝗺. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱.” The orb named itself. The rulers looked at one and other in confusion when Gem spoke then. “What do you want from us?” She asked trying to stay polite considering they’re predicament. Sausage however blew the manners as he impulsively cried out. “Where’s Pearl and Xornoth!”

A chuckle escaped the one called the Watcher and it became still once again. “𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗫𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗿𝗲…𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗼𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿.”

“And what is that?” Scott challenged.

“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝘄𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀. 𝗛𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗽𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆. 𝗘𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘀, 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝘀, 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱.”

The eleven looked at each other and furrowed they’re brows. What was going on here? “So? I don’t understand.” Jimmy mumbled being a rather numb boy. Of course, the others were just as confused this time.

“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱. 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗜𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆. 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗴𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝘀’ 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. 𝗛𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀. 𝗛𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗮𝗱𝗲. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻.”

“What!! I don’t want to forget my brother!” Gem shouted angrily. She was not going to leave her sibling again. Not again. Not ever.

“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻. 𝗗𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗡𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲, 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝘀’ 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝗱. 𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱?”

“You son of a gun!” Fwhip growled trying to move to strangle the orb somehow. However, of course. He had no prevail.

“𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗙𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗽. 𝗜𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀.”

“Wait! I don’t want to go!”

“Let me say goodbye first!”

“Joel!“

“Lizzie!”

“Wait! Where’s Pearl?!“

𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤.

••••••••••••

Fwhip opened his eyes to see that he was in a grassy plain full of flowers and plants. Fwhip blinked as his eyes adjusted. What he saw caused him to gasp.

Mist appeared from out of nowhere. All around him different colors formed causing Fwhip to looked into the mist. He tilted his head as it spun around creating a strange vision. Though it was blurry Fwhip could quickly tell what it was. A image of a young humanoid like being sitting on a dark wooded chair with a desk in front of him. The desk had a burning candle placed on it and stacks of papers and books scattered across it. Fwhip squinted his eyes closed and noticed a gloved hand writing something. Then he saw the creature. It had large ears that pointed backwards and a tall body. It’s nails a considerable length compared to that of his. The hair was ginger red and medium length. The eyes of the creature were a purplish blue that gave it a mysterious look. The most distinctive feature of this creature was its skin. A olive green color that stood out quite easily. The creature was clothed in blue and red rich fabrics that looked like royalty of some sort. That is when Fwhip realized what the creature was. A goblin.

Fwhip shouted in shock. What was a goblin doing here?! Was he the creature? Was this what his soul became? A disgusting cave beast that scared even the most brave? Fwhip couldn’t take it. There was no way he, a human could ever be such a creature. There just couldn’t be.

“I refuse to be a goblin. I am a human!” Fwhip growled yelling into the mist. Then he quieted down suddenly as he saw the goblin in the picture greet another one of the green beings whom entered the room. The other goblin bowed humbly at the main one and placed down a cup with green liquid in it. The goblin smiled and bowed once again leaving the main creature alone. Then he grasped the cup and took a long sip.

The sip that never ended.

The goblin looked so pleased once he finished the drink and smiled happily as he continued his work. But then-that’s when danger struck.

In a matter of minutes the goblin began to pale and cough. He placed his claws upon his head as he moaned in apparent pain. Fwhip gasped as he saw what happened next. A much graphic scene broke out one that caused Fwhip to gasp in shock.

The goblin began to have tears pour down his face as he coughed large amounts of dark blood out of his mouth. Fwhip winced as he saw the maroon liquid paint the goblin’s face. “Someone help him!” Fwhip cried as he watched the goblin fall onto the floor with the candle falling onto the desk creating a fire as the goblin laid on the ground in pain. What Fwhip saw scarred him forever.

The flames flickered in his eyes as he heard the beast’s cries fill his ears. The poor goblin vomited blood and pure liquid as flames licked his skin. Fwhip saw the goblin fall as he soon stopped moving as death consumed him.

The goblin was dead.

𝘐𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤, 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭.

Fwhip slammed his fist into the mist as it faded away. He had tears pouring out of his eyes as the image of the poor creature dying haunted his mind.

“𝗜𝘁 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗶𝘁.”

Fwhip sniffled and brushed his arms upon his eyes before glaring behind him. There floated that same orb from just moments ago-𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳. Fwhip gritted his teeth as it stared at him. “You just left him there to die….” He growled.

“𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄. 𝗜𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲. 𝗚𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱….𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗮𝘇𝗲. 𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀. 𝗔 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝗲𝗹 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴.”

“He didn’t deserve it…..no one does…” Fwhip gritted his teeth as he relieved the horrible memories. “𝗜 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝗲𝗹𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘁. 𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗽𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹-𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘀. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘃𝗮𝗶𝗻.”

The Watcher explained all of this to the man whom listened carefully to his words. Fwhip thought silently before turning to the entity. “If I choose to live as him. Will I ever be able to be me? Again. My last life?” He asked needing to know everything. The Watcher was quiet at first before simply sighing. “𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘀. 𝗜 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗵. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆….𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗱.”

Fwhip then thought for one more moment before smirking at the being. “Alright Watcher. I accept. I will do what you wish. I will become him. I will do my duty.” He vowed placing all his trust into the entity.

“𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱. 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘃𝗮𝗶𝗻. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆. 𝗔 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗸.”

“𝗔 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲.”

Fwhip felt his eyes close as mist consumed his body and he soon felt a tingling feeling engross him. Fwhip felt numb as he stopped breathing for a moment.

𝗢𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗵 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴.

𝗪𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱.

Fwhip blinked as he felt feelings come back to him. He winced as his senses became intense. He was able to hear everything it seemed. It was as if the sound waves in his ears became louder. Fwhip then noticed how bad his eyesight was compared to how it use to be. He had to strain to see four feet in front of him. He felt blind.

𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼 𝗙𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗔𝘂𝗿𝘂𝗺, 𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗗𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗲. 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗚𝗼𝗹𝗱, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲𝘁𝘆. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗚𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗦𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁, 𝗙𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗼𝗳 𝗚𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀.

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗲𝗳, 𝗳𝘂𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀. 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲: 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗼𝗺𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝗴𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝗗𝗮𝘄𝗻, 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆, 𝗧𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗧𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗼𝘀, 𝗚𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗮. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱, 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻.

“You gotta be kidding me.” Fwhip muttered as he then looked around where he was. It was a tiny study full of books and papers everywhere. The light was dim and it appeared to have no windows. Meaning that he couldn’t see where he was. Spider webs covered the corners of the room making Fwhip shudder a bit. He noticed a single candle burning on the desk in which he sat and that is when he realized where he was.

𝘐’𝘮…..𝘪𝘯….𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥… He shuddered to himself as the image of the corpse filled his mind once again. Well…where I died I suppose. He sighed then and looked at his papers located below him laying carelessly on the desk.

All had names of things he hardly knew. Some had extreme odd names. “𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣 𝙀𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨.” Or “𝙋𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙀𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙄𝙣 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙚” just plain weird names. Fwhip sighed to himself as he read these titles. They sure weren’t like the ones back home.

Home.

Oh how he missed it.

The Grimlands. Was it still around? Did it get destroyed? Fwhip’s heart ached horribly as he thought of his home. It must have been so long since he saw it. So many years had came and gone. Time didn’t wait for him. He died while the Grimlands prospered. Knowing that he was forced to leave his home behind….well it hurt to say the least.

Fwhip was brought back into reality when he heard a knock on the wooden door. He cleared his voice and finally mustered his strength and did his best not to stutter. “Come in.” He tried to speak in a polite tone. He felt anxiety fill him as he saw one of his “new” own kind enter the room.

A small goblin peaked his head in before walking entirely inside the study. He had such a skinny and tiny body. He was so little. Hardly even half of Fwhip’s height. It was strange. At first the skin of the goblin struck Fwhip as strange but he decided since he too was a goblin, that he needed to become use to his kind.

“A-a-afternoon mi-Milord- here is-y-your dri-drink y-you requested.” The goblin then clumsily placed the drink upon the table. Fwhip was about to thank the creature when his eyes widened in fear.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦….

Fwhip felt anger build up as he gritted his teeth hiding them with his lips. So the goblin was a rebel. Here to kill Fwhip in cold blood. It would be seen as a accident because of the fire that would come from it. Fwhip then wanted to hurt that goblin. He wanted justice for hisself. He wanted the goblin to be strangled by himself and then drawn and quartered. Fwhip wanted to then burn the corpse of the goblin once he was done. Just anything to get justice on the traitor.

“Sir?” The goblin tilted his head when Fwhip didn’t respond. Fwhip then shook his head as he turned to the goblin. His gruesome fantasies gone and now replaced with complicated emotions. “I’m sorry.” He coughed in his hand then. “Mind is elsewhere today. Thank you…..” Fwhip stopped for a moment before the name came to mind.

“Boromir correct?” Fwhip felt the memories of his last life and his current life clash together. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥.

“Y-yes Milord. T-that is c-correct.” The goblin smiled as he stood still. As if waiting. Fwhip felt uncomfortable as the goblin watched him. That was when Fwhip realized what the creature was doing. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯. Fwhip narrowed his eyes as the thought occurred to him.

Fwhip then knew what he had to do. With trembling hands he grasped the cup and pretended to drink the poison. His lips trembled as the liquid touched his mouth. He could almost taste the toxic chemicals in it. His eyes darted up to the wicked goblin’s face whom just stared devilishly at the poor king.

With that the goblin took his leave. He bowed and walked out of the room leaving Fwhip to his supposed death. Fwhip then gasped as he threw the cup across the room where it shattered into millions of pieces. He breathing desperately as he realized how close to death he had been.

“I could’ve died!” He shook his head in disbelief. How could someone do that to they’re kin?! Fwhip could hardly believe it. Even if he had no emotional connection to this life the fact that anyone would do that was horrible to him.

He couldn’t stand it.

Fwhip then wanted to leave the room. So alas, he quickly grasped the handle of the door and pulled it open before he shuffled out into the hallway. He saw goblin maids talking in they’re work while other goblins worked in silence. Fwhip felt fear rush into him as he realized that anyone could be his enemy.

𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘮 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵.

Fwhip then continued to walk down the halls of the palace with his head down as the thoughts bombarded him. He felt so uncomfortable with knowing about his near death. Uneasiness also filled him because of his new body. He felt extremely quick in his walking like his speed was far faster than in him past life.

A goblin maid bowed humbly at him causing Fwhip to be unsure of what to do. He stayed silent for a full ten seconds causing the humble servant to look up at her leader. “Your majesty? Are you okay?” She asked concerned about her king’s silence.

𝙍𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙝 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜.

Fwhip blinked as the Watcher said these words in his mind. Fwhip then cleared his throat and smiled at the maid. “Right. I’m sorry miss. I’m afraid my head is elsewhere today. Sorry for the inconvenience. Although I must hurry on. Continue your duties miss.” Fwhip stated quickly trying to not cause worry or suspicion.

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙤𝙝 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜.

Fwhip bit his lip before quickly nodding to the maid. “Your work is very well miss. T-thank you for your services.” He said a bit clumsily. The maid simply bowed once again. “Your oh so welcome Milord.” The maid then quickly rushed off for her chores making Fwhip watch her take her leave.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘣.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙂𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚.

𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. Fwhip rolled his eyes and looked at the maids cleaning. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘮!

𝙃𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬.

Fwhip groaned at the Watcher’s comment as he continued to walk down the long hallway. That is when he suddenly stopped as a bright light shined from a window. Fwhip covered his eyes to protect them from the light. Then as it started. The light was gone.

“What the heck?” Fwhip then walked to the window where he grasped the curtains that failed to block out the light and opened them. There his eyes widened in shock.

The largest cave system Fwhip had ever seen was around him. Ceilings higher than the tallest building back in the Grimlands. Stalagmites grew from the top and dripped water down their spikes. What Fwhip saw next surprised him. Buildings upon buildings were clumped together with such funky designs that he tilted his head. Lights flashed on signs in a abnormal way making Fwhip realize that must of been what he saw.

Why was this empire so wacky? Why was it underground?

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪?

Fwhip shook his head in awe.

𝘕𝘰. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦.

𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬.

Fwhip stared for a few more minutes when suddenly he jumped in shock as a voice filled the room.
“Forgive me your highness, but the Witch of The Evermoore wishes to see you.” Fwhip gasped as he turned to see another goblin standing there. This one he recognized as Isildur, his messenger. “Forgive me I did not mean to startle you.” The goblin bowed humbly.

Fwhip blinked at the goblin before trying to piece together what he said. “…oh….Oh! Yes! The Evermoore. Right-I shall go quickly see….” Fwhip then chuckled as he tried to figure the name out of the witch. But no name came to mind.

“What’s her name again?” He nervously stated.

“Uh…sir? The Witch Shelby?”

Fwhip blinked. 𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘣𝘺…

𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘣𝘺? 𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵. 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘣𝘺? 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘑𝘰𝘦𝘺? He thought for a moment before his current life’s memories flooded in. Images of the Witch Shelby came to mind as he remembered past events his current life had lived.

“Oh right. Forgot her name for a second! My mistake! Alright! Thank you!” Fwhip yelled as he suddenly raced to see the magic user. He had no clue where anyone else was but……maybe Shelby could help since she was a witch.

Isildur watched in silence as he saw the goblin king race across the empire. He couldn’t help but find the goblin king off.

“Your…Majesty?” He shook it off in confusion.

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