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The warmth and glow of a fire was once a comfort to all of those that were left out in the cold conditions of the world. A safe and warm place you could cuddle up in front of as your being slowly warmed up from its frozen state. The flickers and crackles of the amber glow warmed the people's hearts like a large embrace against the winter conditions outside.
But these flames, they were wild and far out of anyone's control; blazing into a fiery inferno that threatened the very lives that stared at the hellish flames. The fire burned chaotically, bringing down buildings and destroying families in its path. Nothing was safe nor comforting about these flames that grew wild within the small village. The heat from the flames was enough of a warning to tell everyone to flee, singing hair and skin even from a good distance away. The flames screamed to run while they still had a chance as the danger consumed the whole town.
Through the dust, rubble and smoke that polluted the sky and grounds, a group of cloaked people ransacked the houses of the village people; taking anything and everything that could be of value. Food, jewellery, silverware- the works. The villagers scramble about trying just keep the family together, there were no use of materialistic items when death gloomed over your head.
These cloaked figures stormed through the areas and fled with hessian bags that could barely closed as they were choked full with items they would later sell for a few gold pieces.
Screams and cries filled the air of the village, a once quiet town for tired guild members to visit on their travels has turned into a hellscape far beyond anyone's worst nightmares. Everyone was in a panic to flee as they struggled to contain their frighten children from the flames that could destroy their very soul.
"Where's Horror!?" A voice yelled, barely cutting through the screams of chaos that surrounded him. His straw hat was scorched and singed, it was just holding itself together.
"I can't see him!" Dust screamed back as his eye lights frantically searched through the mobs of people screaming and trying to run to safety as criminals were pulling them back to steal anything from their persons. Dust's soul was rapidly racing in his chest, frantically beating as the weight of the world fell onto his shoulders. He couldn't see the man anywhere.
"Farm?!" Another voice shouted back, just breaking through the noise pollution of the whole area. The figure emerged from the smog, his golden accessories shining against the violent flames, his red sweater tattered as his jacket was no where to be seen.
"Red!" Farm called back, waving the man over; slowly they were finding all their members. Just not Horror.
Dust's eyes flicked around the small group, making a mental list on who was there and praying the Horror would somehow appear; praying that they, somehow, just overlooked the tall skeleton.
Everything was crumbling around Dust, buildings collapsing and blood being spilt across the very soil they all stood upon. Smoke and ash flooding the sky, polluting the area above to hide this madness from the moon and stars above.
"We have to go!" Another skeleton yelled above all the ruin. His red scarf, that was tightly wrapped around his neck, was moved to cover his mouth to shield out the polluted thick air that would surely do damage to everyone's magic.
"We're not leaving 'til we find Horror!" Dust argued back as he advanced forth, into the burning flames and the crime scene that was still unfolding.
Dust pushed his way through the crowds of screaming people, walking against them as they were all frantically trying to flee the devastation that had taken over this once peaceful town. Dust pulled the side of his hood over his mouth as he continued forth. The train of his cloak was surely being singed and scorched with every step.
Weaving through the crowds, his eyes scanned everyone's face with a silent prayer that he would find the one person who made him whole, who made him feel complete. The other half of his soul that can pull him through the ruins and save him from the darkness that constantly threatened his being.
"THERE!" Red screamed from right behind Dust, if there was one thing about this mismatched cohort of people, it would be their undying loyalty to each other. They would follow the other into the deepest depths of the world and chaos with the smallest chance of survival. They would never leave the other to die alone.
Dust head snapped into the direction Red pointed in, and for a brief moment he could see the tall skeleton standing there, wounded but tall. Before Dust could even scream out to grab his husband's attention, mobs of people continued to scramble through and destroying any chance for his voice to flood over the crowds.
Dust quickly glanced behind himself and saw his small group, they all held the same fearful look. They obviously could tell, from the look on Dust's face, that he was going to do something incredibly stupid. The flames continued to blaze and destroy all around them, every path Dust could take to his husband was set alight with no safe passageway.
Dust left with a sprint, jumping into the stampede of people and pushing his way through the crowd that threatened to topple him over with every step. He jumped over the people that were toppled over without a second glance, he had to get to Horror, he had to...
Running through the flames and jumping over the rubble of buildings, Dust was sure his clothing was set alight with the dancing of the flames that gave no evidence of ever dying down. Forcing himself closer and closer to his husband.
Horror was there, battered and bruised as he tried to fight off the raiders that have succeeded in destroying everything in their path. It was soul breaking to see; Horror used to be a feared, strong warrior and here he was: beaten, bruised and broken. His skull was shattered in as only one of his eye lights were illuminated within the chaos of all around. His blood and magic mixing in with the other as it flooded down the right side of his skull.
Horror was very clearly losing this battle, one against five. Seeing how his magic struggled to spark into any weapon and how he seemed so close to falling down made tears rush from Dust's eyes.
"Horror!" Dust screamed but he knew it was futile against the ruckus of everything that consumed this decrepit place. Dust continued to race forth, as fast as his could. His soul thumping hard in his chest as his whole world was getting destroyed before his eyes. He tried to throw out attacks but they struggled to fly through the people flooding the streets. His bones missing the attacks that threatened his husband's life.
"Dust!" Red screamed out and grabbed the neck of Dust's cloak to pull him back. As Dust went to fight his way forth his whole body froze as the building in front of him gave way, crashing to the ground and destroying everything in its path of faltering.
"HORROR!" Dust screamed with all of might, the building collapsed right where his husband stood.
Rubble and debris from the fallen building rushed towards Dust and all the man could do was fall to his knees, he let out a blood curdling scream as his whole body shuttered through the floods of tears that escaped his eyes.
Dust grabbed at the ground as his body shook and swarmed with magic. The townspeople were still running through and all Dust could see, feel and hear was the pain that coursed through his whole body.
The strongest man he had ever known had fallen to dust right before his eyes. His husband, his lover, his soulmate was gone.
Dusted away from this plane of existence...
All the passerby's were quick to run away from the burning chaos, that took more from the people and they could have ever imagined, but they were even quicker to get away from Dust.
His magic swarmed around his being, casting the area around himself in an aggressive purple blaze, one that rivalled even the hottest blaze that continued to burn through the town. Dust was uncontrollable, with a final soul crushing scream all of his magic shot forth; consuming the area around him.
Then everything faded into the black abyss, an abyss that was full of silence. There was nothing to feel or hear as he looked around the eternally dark realm. No light, no sound, no depth— just an endless void of darkness...
Dust's soul clenched and churned inside his ribcage as he tried to get back onto his feet.
"Look!"
"This way!"
"It's not over!"
A few voices streamed through the deep silence that filled this voided place. Voices Dust couldn't recognise but he could feel the warmth twisted into their words. He stumbled as he finally got to his feet, faltering slightly as he couldn't tell which way was up and which way was down.
Nothingness consumed everything around him as he tried to find where the voices were coming from.
"The tree!"
"Look!"
"All will be well!"
The voices continued to chirp as Dust looked in every direction, he's heard voices inside his own head all throughout his life, but usually a spectre or a shadow would occupy the space where the voice was heard. Even after scanning his surroundings and double checking over his shoulders, there was nothing to be seen but the darkness that filled every crevice of this liminal world.
"Closer!"
"Over there!"
"Look!"
Dust scrambled about the endless plane he stood upon, running as fast as he could with no sense of direction. His body moved but it felt like he wasn't making any headway through this space. There was no marker for depth and length of this void, just endless shadows of black that painted this world.
"There!"
"Hooray!"
"Up!"
Dust's whole body felt uneasy as he couldn't decipher what was being spoken to him, all of his senses were failing him. At the last word spoken, he turned his head towards what he thought was the sky but nothing made sense.
He glanced around the ceiling only for his whole being to be forced into the direction that he was looking in. For a second it felt like this whole void spun around as Dust crashed into what was once the ceiling he was glaring at.
"Further!"
"Don't give up!"
"Do it!"
The voices were inconsistent, Dust couldn't work out if they were talking to him or another entity that he couldn't see from the sheer darkness that drowned this whole place. Dust slowly sat up onto the new flooring and glanced about the endless void.
His soul pulsed and for a second a purple light shot forth into a sort of trail in front of his eyes.
He weakly got up onto his feet and ran forth, following the glowing trail that his souls so generously marked out for him. Dust stumbled as his non-existent stomach churned, he kept following the trail forth; with his steps becoming a sprint.
He pushed himself further into the empty void, following that small trail with every step he took. A sense of relief climbed up his back as a familiar feeling clung around his soul. There was something about this place that felt safe, that felt calm.
He continued his jog across the black void until his foot failed to land on the flooring he could barely see. The blackened ground he was running across gave way, sending the small skeleton hurtling through the void.
He couldn't even tell if he was falling up of down, all that Dust was aware of was the fact that he couldn't seem to grasp where the ground even was. He glanced around and for a fleeting moment the sky above him opened up, flooding the area in a cool light from the night sky up above.
Whilst it felt like his body was descending downwards in a rapid descent, he got closer and closer to the sky above his eyes.
"Save!"
"Mercy!"
"Right there!"
The voices continued to chant as Dust was pushed out of the endless black void, spitting him out onto the cobbled path; this time he landed on his feet. His eyes slowly adjusted to the area around him, an unfamiliar village towered around. People were rejoicing as a gold and purple stream of magic twirled around an ancient oak tree. The colours dancing around the other in a peaceful array, spreading its glow through every branch and every leaf that stood tall from the tree.
There were people flooding the streets as a group of guards seemed to surround the trunk of the old, large tree. Lanterns flicked in the townspeople's hands as they sung and cheered about the magic that continued to coil around the glistening tree.
Dust slowly approached the people as he scanned their faces, there was something about all of this that felt entirely odd and off; when his hand passed through a strangers arm he immediately froze.
He glanced at the person, trying to make eye contact with them but even then they seemed to stare right through his being. Dust went to reach out for the person, only for his hand to completely faze through their being. He couldn't feel a thing, he could barely feel the ground he was apparently standing upon. If he wasn't directly looking at the stoned courtyard he would have thought he was floating through space its self.
Dust glanced around the faces that praised the tree in front of his eyes. His gaze flicked from one person to the next, never staring at a person for longer than a blink.
His soul completely stopped cold in his chest as he saw that one red eye, that one red eye that has taunted his every dream and feeling since the night of the raid. He could instantly know who that eye belongs to from just a single glance...
—
"HORROR!" Dust gasped out as he sat up from his prison of blankets. His head rushed with how quickly he shot up from his once peaceful slumber. His breath was rapid as his eyes scanned the surrounding area as best as he could in his dazed like state.
His soul pulsed and thudded loud inside his chest as the gentle morning light slowly beamed through the ripped, silky curtains that laced the grand windows of his sleeping quarters; the light reflecting across the shattered glass and the empty bottle that sprawled across the ground. Dust placed a hand over his chest to try and slow the rapid soul beat that was threatening his ribs.
Dust tried to slow his breathing as he tried to process what he had just seen, what he had just witnessed inside his dream. It wasn't unusual for his dreams to recall the night his whole world collapsed, but the endless void? The tree?
Most nights Dust's dreams were filled with the terrible events that plagued his mind every waking second of the day, it was as if his subconscious wanted him to suffer through the misery of losing the one person he cared most about in the world. Every morning when Dust woke up from one of these dreams, his soul was always tight with so many emotions trying to bubble their way to the surface. He would be covered in sweat and would be bedridden for the rest of the day; he could barely eat or talk when these memories crashed against his mind.
It was a wonder he was even still alive in the first place, only the spirits knew how many times he had begged for his own life to be stripped of him; the countless wounds along his body would be evidence to the fact that he hated how he was still here today.
He could barely stomach the thought of living without his husband by his side, it's been 8 years since his passing and not a day goes by where he's not reminded of how his husband lived his last minutes alive. He was probably beyond frightened, he was in agony and pain. He didn't get a peaceful ending, he died in the most brutal ways possible; by the hands of another with vicious intent...
Dust slowly arose from his bed as he shuffled around. His mind trying to make sense of the later half of his dream. He stumbled about his room to pull on whatever clothing he could find, ensuring he strapped his daggers in the right place before stepping out.
His mind swirled and hummed for an answer to his question, his boots clicking against the marbled floors of the grand castle. He knew this place like the back of his hand, he could traverse the area without even having to look.
He let his feet lead the way as he was slowly spiralling in his own mind, trying to come up for the answer to what he had seen. Why did he see such a place? Was it the afterlife?
If the sting of his arms and the churning of his stomach was a reminder to how the man had fallen asleep the night before, maybe it was the afterlife. Maybe he had gotten close to his final breath, but was just too far from his demise.
He would be lying if he didn't drink himself away every night, locked inside his own room and left with his own mind and devices every time the moon graced the skies with its appearance. There wasn't a day that had gone by where dust wasn't in pain, just the fact he was breathing was a reminder that his soulmate was not.
Everyone kept telling him that it would get easier, that things would get better... Bullshit, he could never be able to move on. There would never be a day where he didn't grieve the life he had… all the memories he had.
Horror was his everything, his soulmate, his partner in crime, his ride or die. They've known each other since they were only small themselves. They used to walk around the Felconian Empire of which they were raised, they spent every day together.
As they grew older they fell in love, deeply and truly; they knew that they belonged to one another. They shared every experience and milestone with each other; their first kiss, their first time.
They were married young and lived every waking second by the others side, going through adventures and wars. The pair were inseparable, you would never find one without the other. They travelled the earth and all that it had to offer, jumping from job to job from guilds in every town they visited.
They talked to each other about anything and everything, before Horror's passing they even brought up the topic of finally settling down and building a life for their family that now only lived in Dust's heart. They were in the process of trying to conceive their first soulling before they went off on their last mission together...
And now, here Dust stood... Alone...
Dust slowly glanced up at the wall in front of his eyes and glanced over the paintings that were perfectly placed on the walls. Every painting showed a happy family through the years. The royal family of Outastrian Empire were smiling across the images, even as they all grew older they had the one thing that Dust found was always just out of reach.
He never got the happy family when he was young, and he never got the chance to create his own...
Maybe he was just destined to be alone...
His eyes quickly diverted from the art work as he turned down a stone corridor, he could feel the burning and stinging in his eyes that was slowly building up. He didn't want to cry, all he's done was cry since the day he lost the last of his family...
His heels continued to click against the marbled floors as he kept his head low, the hood of his long cloak hiding his face into the shadows.
At first the cloak was used to shield out the images he did not wish to see, the apparitions that showed up when he was at his lowest and the way people used to scowl at him in disgust.
It was his shield to hide away from the world when Horror couldn't be at his side... now it was the shield to hide his own existence. Now the apparitions that taunted him everyday didn't pack as hard of a punch, he gave up fighting them off long ago...
The good apparitions had left long ago, ever since he turned his back on them. He used to be able to converse with the entities no one could see or hear, it was a family trait. His family was known for this power, everyone sought them out for when times got tough; they were the communicators for spirits. They were there to decipher the meaning in the gifts the spirits had given people; whether that be in an ominous sign or a dream...
A dream...
Dust stopped dead in his tracks as his whole being ran cold. What he had wasn't a dream... It was a message from beyond this realm!
Dust glanced up at the large doors in front of his being, clenching his fists as his mind spun with even more questions. He glared at the doors and decided that court could wait.
He quickly turned on his heels and started to sprint in the opposite direction to that he came.
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Books piled up high as Dust flicked through the literature in hopes of finding answers to the questions he had. Every book he skimmed through he placed atop the pile as he continued his search.
He had books of all types in his reach, encyclopaedia’s, history textbooks even books that spoke of the spirits that weren’t as well kept in this kingdom. Whilst everyone across the lands knew that spirits existed, not so many people believed they could help or guide someone in a direction. In the Outastrian Empire, people focused more of their time and energy into the science of the world rather than the deeper threads that ran through the grounds from higher beings.
This Empire was a safe haven for the people that survived the raid on that devastating night. Red was the man that pointed everyone into the direction of this sparkling place, recalling that he had an old friend that could help everyone out.
Dust would consider Red a close friend, but the rest of the people in their party? They were Horror’s companions.
As Dust slowly wasted himself away every night, everyone else around him continued their life. They were all getting there happily ever after’s as Dust was left with the bottle that he gripped tightly every night. He was jealous- infuriated. He wouldn’t let these feeling affect the people around him but he couldn’t shake them off. They had some how acquired everything that he could only dreamt about now.
Farm got a pretty good job as an advisor to the emperor, as rumour had it, the position was very close to the crown.
Geno had fallen for a stone cold King of another nation. They were married and the last Dust had heard, from Red, was that they were to be expecting a child.
Red was his happiest here, he found someone, the old friend who helped everyone in their party onto their feet, that filled the cracks of his own soul. They were set to be wed in the spring…
Dust just sat on the sidelines, in amongst the shadows as he avoided any sort of light or comfort. He was merely just counting the seconds till he met his demise; ignoring anyone and everyone who wanted to help him.
He didn’t need nor want the help, he was quite content spiralling through the darkness of his own mind; listening to the apparitions’ words that mocked him from day to day. He’s given up on this life…
Dust continued to flick through the pages as he scribbled down little notes against the parchment that was slowly becoming over filled. There was a pile of pages written in his own hand writing as he scribbled down a few images of what he could remember from his dream. He was so engrossed with his work that he barely even noticed the doors of the castle’s library swing open and shut.
He needed the answers to the questions that were staring straight up at him. Maybe if he didn’t turn his back on the spirits they would have been more helpful.
But what good did the spirits ever do to him? He was cursed to live a life that was forced upon him from his bloodline. His whole life had revolved around the spirits and yet he was never blessed by them. His childhood was full of torment and abuse and even now, everything he held dear to his soul had been painstakingly ripped from his being without hesitation…
He couldn’t help but to remember the few good days they all had together, just before they left on their final adventure. They were all preparing for the trip ahead and he could still remember Killer’s smart remarks to their luggage. Nit-picking everything Horror and Dust had jammed into their bag, making every object an innuendo— even down to a simple blanket.
He was also very keen on the idea of Horror and Dust having a child, how he would have been the greatest uncle…
After the raid, the group ventured back to the Felconian Kingdom only to see everything just as ruined and bloodstained as the village they had just fled from…
Killer was Dust’s closets friend, second to Horror. They understood each other on a different level, never one to judge the other and talked about things that may have made Horror squirm.
Horror had a good family, he had a mother that tried to provide for her two sons— something that Dust and Killer did not. Whilst Horror’s mother took the other two under her wing, they knew it wasn’t for the best. Horror’s mother was struggling enough as it was.
After Dust’s family passed, Killer was there to be like a brother for him- a guide through the terrible times when Horror was at a loss of words and wasn’t quite sure what to do.
“There you are!” A chirpy voice shot through the silence of the library, knocking Dust from his train of thought. The gloomy skeleton just rolled his eyes at the voice as he continued with the task at hand, continuing to dot down words across the pages strewn across the desk.
The other skeleton bounced forth, his armour reflecting the bit of light the streamed through the covered windows of the room. His blue eyes scanning over the work laid in front of Dust.
“Outer’s upset that you weren’t at court…” the skeleton spoke as he sat across from Dust, who replied with a nonsensical growl.
“Blue, why are you here?” Dust asked in a groan as he continued to scrawl words across the task at hand, finding a few points that connected themselves to his questions.
“The Emperor wanted us to track you down” Blue spoke as he picked up a few of the pages Dust had crumpled up and thrown to the side of the desk he was sat at.
“Us?” Dust questioned as he looked up at the skeleton that was just shorter than he was, glaring at the blue cape that was clipped upon one of his shoulders. Blue nodded as he un-scrunched a ball of paper to read of its contents.
“Yeah, Outer seemed quite frantic at the fact you missed court…” Blue spoke as his eyes flicked across the page before his browbone furrowed.
“Frantic?” Dust enquired as he looked back down at his work, finding more interest in his task than the conversation he was having.
“He mentioned that last night wasn’t a good night for you…” Blue mumbled as he placed the page he was reading back onto the wooden desk. Running his hand over the paper to straighten it back, his eyes glancing over Dust’s face to try and catch a reading of his inner thoughts.
“What night isn’t?” Dust spoke as a dark chuckle left his mouth, one that would worry anyone. The grin on his face was dark and held a sadder truth behind it, almost as if it was trying to cover over a cry for help.
Blue shook his head and leaned over the desk slightly, keeping his voice lower as if he would frighten the other skeleton.
“We’re all worried for you-… you can talk to us, Dust” Blue spoke, his words holding onto a sympathetic tone as they fell to Dust’s ears.
In reply Dust just turned his head, finding more of an interest in the bookcases that littered this room and the few scholars that roamed the library.
“And why would I talk to you? You’re nothing but a nuisance that not a single kingdom wants to keep.” The words fell from Dust’s mouth without hesitation, he honestly couldn’t have cared about the weight of his words.
That was definitely a sore spot for Blue, he was very much known to be a wondering warrior. A guards man that was only ever enlisted for a few years at a time before he moved to the next place. Everyone always pushed him away when a better soldier came forth, leaving Blue to scramble to the next place with hopes of keeping his career.
Dust was hoping his words would hurt Blue, to get the other man away from himself. He wanted to be alone and Blue had a habit of pestering. He was waiting for a retort and the slamming of the library doors and yet, it never came.
“You constantly weaponise your words to keep everyone away, it’s not going to work on me” Blue spoke as he swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to not think of the words that were just thrown at him unprovoked.
“Fuck off, Blue. No one wants you here” Dust spat back as he turned to glare through the overly optimistic skeleton that sat across the desk from him.
Blue sighed as he let his shoulders drop, a small smile gracing his lips as he glanced at the page that sat upon the desk he was once holding.
“Why did you draw this?” Blue asked as he held the page up for Dust to see what he was referencing. Dust just crossed his arms, not wanting to engage forth and encourage the other skeleton to stay.
Blue scanned his eyes across the desk as he tried to work out the answer for himself, only to fall short as there seemed to be so much going on. The whole desk strewing from one path to another, only being coherent to Dust.
“You do know what it is right? It’s almost treasonous…” Blue mumbled as he slid the page back over to Dust, not wanting to be seen with such an insignia in his hand. Those words shot through to Dust and he furrowed his brow bone at Blue, trying to calculate his intent and knowledge.
It was but a small insignia he could recall from his dream, how could such a small thing be seen as treason? How did Blue know it could be treasonous?
They maintained eye contact with the other, as if trying to see if they could trust the knowledge they had to be handed over to the other.
“It was in my dream” Dust spoke as his eyes squinted further in his glare, watching how Blue’s facial expression changed.
Blue blinked a couple times before cocking his head to the side in confusion.
“Why would you dream about that?” Blue asked, genuinely curious. Not many people these days knew of the failing kingdom that used to be a safe haven for all to come and visit. It was nothing but a wasteland that was controlled by a King that has gone completely insane.
Dust couldn’t help but feel like Blue was holding something back, but how was he meant to get it out of him?
“The spirits gave me a vision…” Dust mumble silently, he knew how insane he probably sounded and didn’t really want to let the words leave his mouth.
Blue shivered slightly at the words and glanced over Dust’s being, the other skeleton seemed absolutely serious in his answer, not faltering from the words he had just barely whispered out.
Blue wasn’t quite sure how to answer the man, or even if he wanted indulge himself in this conversation. He wasn’t one that knew a lot about the spirits, so his words would most likely be of no help for Dust.
Blue cleared his throat as he sat back up straight, glancing away from Dust with a smile.
“I wish I could help but, I am meant to be off now. I’m only here for the day” Blue explained as he stood from the chair he once sat upon. The legs of the chair scraping slightly against the tiled floors beneath them with a light screech.
“Please don’t hesitate to reach out—“ Blue continued his goodbye, only for his words to be cut off from Dust’s own.
“What is this?” Dust spoke, standing up quickly and almost toppling his own chair to the ground. Dust held the page up for Blue to scan over quickly before he shook his head.
“I cannot say…” Blue mumble as he looked away from the page. The fact that he knew what it was in the first place was bad enough, if someone was to know why he knew of such a place on a deeper level he could loose his head.
Dust growled and glared at Blue, this could very well be the answer he had been searching for all day and Blue cannot say?
“Blue.”
“I’m sorry” Blue quickly spoke as he turned on his heel, not wanting to get either of the pair into any trouble. The fact he knew was bad enough- for someone else to know would be even worse. He swore to secrecy…
Dust groaned as fury over took his being, in a flash of light Blue was confined into cage of bones, preventing the man from leaving.
“Blue. What. Is. It.” The words came out stern and laced with anger as Dust marched towards his new captive.
“You’re not going until you tell me” Dust added as he stood face to face with Blue, the powerful bones keeping the pair separated from one another. Blue’s eyes frantically flicked around trying to find an escape; before he could even think of teleporting out his soul was weighed down as it was glowing a dark, aggressive Blue.
“Dust…” Blue whined as his being slowly filled with dread. He couldn’t say, he shouldn’t! No one was supposed to know!
“Blue.” Dust remained calm and stern, using the small amount of height he had over the other skeleton to glare down at him intimidatingly, as if his strong, magical aura wasn’t enough.
Blue knew he wasn’t going to be able to leave unscathed if he didn’t answer Dust…
This better not turn around and bite him back…
“It’s an insignia of a ruined kingdom…” Blue mumbled low so no one else would be able to hear his words except for Dust. The slightly taller skeleton grinned as Blue finally gave in.
“It’s from the Glistening Grove…”