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Prologue:
The Myth
No matter in any the realms of the world you lived in, all knew of Mount Huaguo, or in the common tongue Flower Fruit mountain. Legends fortold of its endless bountiful harvest, and its inhabitants. Monkeys of all kinds, from demons to even the fabled celestial primmates. Such beings in stories of old were one of a kind, meager and few. However it was made up for its fault in their shere overwhelming power. As the legends say nature themselves crafted these beings with its own hand. Each one deeply tuned with powers not even the heavenly host could grasp upon.
The endless riches and youth of the mountain was connected to the power of the celestial primmate's who lived upon it. Revered by the inhabitants of the mountain. For when they faced strife and anguish by a demons hand, it was slain by the primmates. However similar to the monkey demons however the very air around them felt different. Sharper, powerful, and by far more dangerous. Hence why the monkeys were grateful such were there rulers. Now the mountain is silent, however. Once always brightening with the vibrant laughter of all of those around, the bounty remained, yet the joy did not. It was practically in a state of nihilism, a loop of peace that felt duller then the day. Not even the views of the suns verdant dawn and dusk, a sight unique to the mountain, made the inhabitants fall in awe.
The mountain had changed. The only ones who noticed however were the natives. Even despite the dangerous legends of the Mountain, hunters did not fear as they should, as they tred through. The elder of the hunters however, felt the chill in the air, and the tenseness that followed as they entered.
The elder of the two had raven hair, and a well built body. His hair formed ragged curls around his face, with his freckled face. A bow over the shoulder, as he looked from the cliff. His compansion had been ginger with unruly hair, not even his cap could contain the mass. Pasty skin, that was redenned by the tropical exposure. The elder let out a gruff sigh. "The island is tense, as if baiting it's breathe." The ginger's head titled in confusion. "The demons of the mountain must have learned skills from their forefathers, students of the King and Warrior, I doubt they welcome our prescence." The Ginger's eyes widened.
He sputtered arms flailing in disbelief. "The King and Warrior? Surely you jest, Ashe? The legends couldn't be true, this mountain are like the others we've ventured, no?" The older shook his head.
"If that's the truth then tell me," he got closer. "Why does the mountain feel trapped in time?" The olders hair swayed as the wind did, in the same brutul pattern. The tropical rays highling his freckled face. "The only reasoning such would be a primmate still remains, sprout." The ginger smacked the others back. "Oi-"
The ginger stuck out his tongue with fierce defiance. "Shush your yapping, you hear me? There's no way that's true you old sap!"
"How come spring never comes then you lazy man?" He grabbed the ginger by the hood of his cloak, and dragged him off. "Either way the game here is not worth the trouble. It'll only cause more trouble than it's worth."
The ginger pouted profusely but held his tongue. For now, by the time they return to his cabin he'll complain as he wishes. This trip took far longer than a fortnight and they'll be returning with naught. He'll force hardy labor upon that gruff sap if it was the last thing he ought to do.
The gears turning in his head were obvious to his companion, to which responded with a pinch to the cheek. "If you here me, primmate, stay where you are. You'll be safe here in this bountiful land." He plopped the Ginger on the boat with a hardy thud. "Might as well enjoy your land, after all, as the last only you can." He sighs, loudly. "This world isn't for the likes of you, not anymore."
He rowed the boat and off the hunters went. Past the sunset and through the tides. The tense of the air, lessened. The flicking of an brown tail flicking in the dawning suns light. The rays made the fur appear a fierce golden hue of auburn. The four ears of the creature flicked in surprise. A peachy red mask forming a heart with dots around the rims, scrunching in confusion.
"No, that cannot be. I am not the last, they promised to return." The creature huffed. "Delusional these humans must be, for theyd never lie to me."
"Right?" The chittering of the monkey's brought the creature's attention.
A smaller monkey hopped right up. "Prince! Prince! Sleep!" The youngling chirped. 'Prince' scooped them up and onto their back. As he felt the pads of the youngling gripping his fur tightly off he went. He'd have to dwell upon this when dawn's rosy embrace merged with the moon reigned sky.