A background so blue it was alien.
Shimmering rays of light rippled into this world from above. White grains of sand settled around rigid slimy rocks. Small orange guppies wiggled around these rocks peacefully. Staying in groups for safety. Two guppies broke off from the group in a wandering, mindless motion.
Only were they spooked back into their group when an organism resembling a round, sentient, highlighter pink anemone floated too close. The organism's pink tendrils rippled as it moved in a similar way to the jellyfish that was moving nearby.
Brightly colored fish swam around each other, maneuvering through differently shaped rocks and purplish short grass waving in the blue. Animals sporting colors so vibrant the human brain could never comprehend nibbling on the seagrass.
Some swiftly swam away upon even the slightest of threats, sending a cloud of sand to murk the water for mere seconds in their wake. Suddenly, as a collective hive-mind, every single one of those fish and weird fluffy things darted in every direction away.
Deserted, this ecosystem of earth's wonders quickly fell into an eerie ghost town. Every second of its lifeless existence was spent waiting in isolation for the something that caused such a sudden disappearance.
A shadow in the distance nearing closer, getting larger and more imposing by the minute, or possibly a giant rock slide to destroy this place from the world above.
The sand began to rumble and displace.
The slimy rocks crumbled and fell through the water. White coral collapsed as the blue shook.
A loud distorted cracking sound traveled for miles as the surface water from above began flowing into a deeper chasm. A whirlpool of sorts was created, sucking the sand, rock, coral, and seagrass with its violent flow.
It showed no signs of stopping, or merely slowing its wrathful destruction. Almost as if the plug had been pulled under the ocean.
- - -
The warm salt water halted its flow in the tunnel at a hard, vertical stop.
The current forced two men to break the wall-like barrier and enter the dark. They stumbled to a stop, their shoes making wet squelching noises with each uncoordinated step they made. Their heavy gasps for air echoed down further into the chasm, fortified with stone walls and flooring. The air was stale and smelt strongly of salty sulfur, yet it was still oxygen.
One of the two grabbed into a protruding brick in the wall for support as he caught his breath, dripping with fish-shit infused agua. The other twisted as much moisture he could from his hair, creating a larger puddle of still water on the worn cobblestone ground.
Once they had caught their breath and found their footing, the two soggy men observed their surroundings the best they could. The man with the red and black sword strapped to his back curiously stuck his arm into the flowing wall of water. It immediately hosed him down with even more unbearable salt spray.
"Twig to Base: we're in," the other stated, holding his fingers to his left ear.
-Copy, closing the hatch.-
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Twig
FantasyThe balance of power and the fate of magic itself rests on the trust that seven families do not lose their heirlooms. And what does this bitch do? Fucking loses it. Honestly, why do I even associate myself with him? I don't even like him, never did...
