Chapter 1

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by p4a5h1s987

by p4a5h1s987

                                    
                                              In Furrowfield:

Creatrix (Builder) and Malroth are sleeping in a Shared Room.

'Why do you side with the Builder? Why do you side with creators?'

"Hmm? Who're you? Meh. I'm dreaming so it doesn't matter."

'Doesn't the overwhelming urge to destroy flow through the veins in your body? Do you not wish for destruction? You saw your hands at creation.'

Malroth clutched his head in real life. He was sweating a bit.

"Shut it, shut it, SHUT IT. Get out of my head and let me sleep."

'As you wish. I shall let you retire...For now...'

Creatrix woke up and found Malroth sweating and clutching his head. She put a cool towel over his forehead and went back to sleep.

When Malroth awoke he found a cloth on his forehead.

"What's this for?" He asked, taking it off.

"You were sweating a bit so I put it on to cool you down. You feeling alright?"

"Heck yeah. Let's go beat up some monsters."

"First we should plant some things and make sure Clayton isn't causing nay trouble."

"Yeah." Malroth smiled. "Sounds fun."