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It's light blinked, flashing a bright electric green. Around it was also green. Isn't that cool? To be manifested into a world that looks similar to yourself and is so full of magic. The shade is different. And it glows. The other green doesn't glow, it shines.
How interesting.
There were mounds. A lot of mounds. Angular mounds. It's seen these fleshy beings walk around the mounds. Those beings don't look like the living animals it's seen in the green—the trees, and leaves and grasses.
It wonders about those mounds, and those beings. It's seen bursts of light come from some of them, showing off to the smaller beings. Some have extra limbs that remind it of the creatures it's seen in that world.
They were so fascinating.
It learned new things. Like how to glow brighter, and the names of things. Animals—deer, birds and fish. Chickens. The fleshy beings had a lot of those.
It found that it wanted to try and get closer to the beings. They seemed smarter than the animals. It was smarter than the animals, it was sure. It just needed to learn more.
It followed the beings, and it learned simply from that. They were people—players. Their homes were houses and huts, and they had children and adults. Genders. Individuality that seemed so special compared to the world's animals.
It wanted to get closer.
It didn't know how.
A player approached it. It saw itself in his eyes, reflecting green light. He reached out to it, and it felt. Really felt. It felt the feeling of life, and it knew more instantly.
It wanted more.
It glowed brighter in front of him, he smiled. It wanted to smile back.
It didn't know how.
Another day, it changed. The villagers didn't expect it.
It was with a child. One that was close to him—the magic wielder that first reached out. It wanted to reach out as the young boy was too. So it tried. And it worked.
It grew, mimicking the boy's shape. It became what the boy was.
It had legs—short and lightly bruised, but sturdy. It had arms—tanned and covered in short, tiny little green hairs, green on its hands. It had a proper body—torso and organs, a new heart trying to figure out how to work to support the new form while mimicking the boy's beat. Hair—green and curly. Ears—pointed and burned green instead of red. Eyes—electric green and reflecting the boy. A nose—small and round. A mouth—missing a few teeth and warm.
It was.
It wasn't an entity of simply magic in a ball. It was a being .
For the first time, it smiled at the player boy. The boy grinned back.
It learned more. It changed more. It became more powerful.
It could become a bird and freely fly through the skies, dusk till dawn. Until its feathers couldn't carry it any longer.
It could become a butterfly and drink from flowers. It could be a bee and pollenate the villagers' crops. It could burrow as any bug it wished.
It could swim in the lakes and oceans and rivers of that world as any fish, dolphin, frog or axolotl it wished to be.
It learned to control its colours, and it didn't have to be green. It could be a golden canary, a snowy fox, a brown dog or a blue axolotl. Though the colour always seemed to stick someway.
It learned to speak, converse with the hybrids and wizards and humans safely. It learned of the power its speech held, of the amount of control it could command over others. It could make people dance, act, speak. Take over someone's mind. It cared for the ones who helped it, and it knew that a player has something very special about them—a soul, code, will—that it couldn't try to alter with its power. That wouldn't be right.
It could be a player.
It could choose to be himself.
He had learned so much from the hybrids and magic users that cared for him about how to use his own power, and all the humans raised him and taught all he needed to know. Farming, emotion, building, interaction. He was as complex as they were, now.
But he also knew of other worlds, and he wanted to see what else he could learn. How else he could improve, how different worlds functioned. His first home, the village, was small. The universe was huge. He could see so much more. There were so many worlds.
So, he put together a form. One to stay. Instead of simply copying a different villager every other day. This one would be him .
He grew to be humanoid instead of a small ball, adjusted his height to be an average of his village. He made his hair soft and dark brown, to match the family who taught him literature—reading and writing and understanding. He made his skin sun kissed, like all of the hard workers in his village. He considered keeping his eyes green, but instead took the eyes of the boy he first copied, a warm brown—he darkened the colour slightly, making it more chocolatey. He carefully structured his face, his ears, his hands, his feet. He took a leather vest from a potion maker, just for another touch from home.
He made himself.
Green still stayed, as it was apart of him. The vibrant colour ran through his hair. It tipped his eyelashes. It tried to touch his skin, but he kept it back.
He was himself.
He had his own body, his own form. Browns and greens. Touched by home and the love that was shared with him.
When he had a proper, functional communicator made for world hopping to safely operate, the village gathered to say goodbye. He didn't know if he'd see them again, but he'd always remember, however long he lived, what they taught him and what they did for him. They said goodbye. And he left, ready to find more beyond this home server.
J̷̧̢̢̠̰̺̲̞͚̗̐̊͛̌͒oel was ready, and he left.
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[Smallishbeans left the world]