Vessels and Tears (Archived Version)

ᎮᏂᏗ'ᏖᏗᏝᎧ ᏒᎥᏕᏋᏕ ᎮᏗᏒᏖ ᏖᏂᏒᏋᏋ

Woo hoo, I am a procrastinator. Oh well. Enjoy. I had a little fun with the translator, so if I got something wrong, TELL ME-

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You sighed, laying down on the cold floor. It had been an entire day of looking around for your lost friend, and she was still missing. You and your team had set up camp in a cave nearby, where Radi had built a fire. The night was surprisingly cold in the mines, and you felt Flower shiver against your side. Your siblings and you had curled together for warmth, because according to to Isma, it was probably in the lower or mid forties. Isma sat really close to the fire, shivering. Her uniform wasn't long sleeved, so her dark colored arms were exposed. Radi was cleaning her spear (which looked suspiciously like her legs) and was unbothered by the cold. Her fluff and warm coat protected her from the elements. It was around 10:00 pm, and Hollow had long since fallen asleep. You were on your way out as well. You leaned into Flower, who was sandwiched between you and Hollow, and she placed an arm around you and you fell into sleeps warm and comforting embrace.

The fire began dying out and Radi finally looked up from her spear. Isma's cheeks were beginning to have a green tint to them, which indicated that it was getting colder. She gripped at her arms, curling herself to try to keep warmth. Radi gave her a sympathetic look. Isma was lost in thought at that moment, but was brought back to reality by a sudden weight on her shoulders. She looked around and saw that Radi had given her the cloak that she had previously wrapped around herself.

"Get some sleep kid." Radi mumbled, exiting the cave and starring out at the almost silent mine. Isma blushed a little and laid down, no longer running the risk of freezing. She shut her eyes and was asleep in moments. Radi sighed and stared out into the dark, thinking to herself.

"How did things get messed up between them?" She whispered to herself, stumbling upon a fond memory. Forever ago, when she was a young moth, before being gifted her powers, she had met the wyrm kids. Pha'Teao and Pha'Talo were as close as any two siblings could be, and were the best of friends. She was really young, no older that twelve when she had seen/stalked them. They also always had with them matching scarves, colored light blue and in a simple pattern. They also both were wearing sweaters at the time, consistently complaining to each other that their mother had terrible taste in fashion ("Geeze, they were more of a girl than I was..." Radi realized). She had learned a lot about her later rival turned friend. She learned that their mother had another egg on the way, and they were both excited about it. They lived far away and were visiting a pair of Root creatures named Dryasa and Lylith. They lived perfectly happy lives and had a perfect family to love them, much unlike Radi.

How could something like that corrupt and fall apart? The answer was unknown to Radi. It was unknown to everyone but the two themselves. And it just so happened to be that Pale was about to stumble upon thoughts on that subject as well. He was in his private study, researching humans when he abruptly shut the book he was reading. He rubbed his eyes and checked the clock, and it read 10:24. He sighed and stood, stretching his arms. The clock ticked on, and he poked around in a filling cabinet, searching for some of his notes. His hand touched something soft, and he paused. He reached farther in and pulled out the soft object. When he saw what it was, his heart stopped.

It was the old light blue scarf. Tucked inside, was a photo. The photo of his family and him. While wyrms could chose to be very large in size, they mostly preferred to be in the small. Hence the photo. In the photo, he and his brother had there arms around eachother, smiling as always, with their mother to left, her belly swollen. His father was nuzzling her in the picture.

He smiled gently. The two reminded him of a simpler time, before everything kind of got... messed up. Really messed up. He pushed away that thought and put the two back, continuing his search for his notes.

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When Dryya regained consciousness, she was in... quite the predicament. For one, she was being held captive in the arms of the asshole that had been ever so kind to kidnap her with a laser pointer. For second, she was still half dead inside, and still felt like death.

Pha'Talo smirked down at her. "You're finally awake." "Put me the fuck down or I swear to god I will bite you." She growled at her captor. "Pfft. No." He continued on his merry way through what looked to be an abandoned mine. She literally did in fact bite him, but he didn't seem to notice. Now, some would think "Hol' up, she doesn't have a mouth". You're wrong, you just don't see it. And she bites hard-

He threw her into a cave and slammed the stone door attached to it. "I'll be back in five minutes, and if you don't oblige to what I tell you to do you'll finally understand the term 'pain'. Do you understand me?" His voice was muffled but Dryya could make it out just barely. "Go sit on a di- what. The. Actual. Hell." She looked to her left and saw what looked suspiciously like a maid dress. "Oh yeah, I left you a little gift." She could hear the smirk in his voice. "Dra åt helvete..."

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Broken, Ze'mer, Ogrim, and Hegemol were lost in about 3.7 seconds. That has to be a record. Just like, step in, get lost. The door shut behind them, scaring Broken and leaving them all in pitch darkness. "Um, did anyone bring a lamp?" Ogrim asked quietly, and Ze'mer lit a match. She held it up to the walls, then the floor. She took the lead and slowly began down the slightly declining hall of rock, muttering things to herself.

The hall was completely made of stone, and seemed to get smaller with each step, not to mention darker. Ze'mer went silent for a while longer before turning and speaking to the group. "I think that we're going to have to camp soon. Its somewhat... maybe eleven at night? But, this place does not seem stable... Any suggestions?" Her heavily accented voice was a little hard to understand but they got the message. "No." Hegemol replied helpfully. "How about we keep going?" Ogrim suggested. She showed him the almost dead match and shook her head. "Yeah, we could but it'd be completely dark."

"How about-" Hegemol stopped hid sentence and looked behind Ze'mer. "Oh shit, we've got company." A few voices rung out through the cavern. "I think I heard it over here!" Quick footsteps followed and Broken stepped back cautiously. The voices and footsteps got closer, and they booked it. Hegemol was clinging to Broken for dear life and Ogrim gave up and running and rolled instead. "Over here!" Ze'mer hissed and dove to the left, behind a rock. The others followed and ducked behind it. Two bugs that they couldn't quite make out in the dark passed them.

Broken sat down and sighed, but they realized that they were sitting on something a moment later. It felt like wood... Oh wait, it was wood. Broken stood and what they found appeared to be a trap door. Ze'mer quietly muttered "Oh, mon Dieu." when she noticed and did the only logical thing. Try to open it. Unfortunately, her arms are literally twigs when it comes to strength and couldn't. "Damn it, je pense que son coincé." She sighed, and stuttered out "I-I mean I think its stuck."

Hegemol gave her a blank look. She was always accidentally speaking her "native language", and it got frustrating. Thankfully, Isma could translate. She spoke a pretty similar language every once in a while. As well as somewhat four others. The others also spoke different languages time to time, except for him. All hail Isma, the only one who knows what she's doing-

Broken took one look and it and stabbed it with the nail Pale had given him for the trip. It broke away instantly and Ze'mer muttered "Show off." Before descending with the others. The hall below was well lit and they heard a very familiar pair of voices fighting. They were muffled, but it was clear who was beyond the door ahead.

The group crept forward and slowly opened the door.

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LONG TIME NO SEE MOTHER FUC- *ahem* Hello! Its been awhile eh? Sorry for the Hiatus. Next up is the finale to this arc and shit. Obviously. Prepare for all of (meme) hell to break loose, your all going to love it. I do have a question though. If I feel like doing a bonus chapter or chapters, what would you all want it to be? Please leave it in the comments! Poll ends when I decide to finish this. Thanks for the ridiculous support and views this has, it means a lot to me.

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