Gothic & Gray:

Living in a world that’s abandoned you,

You sit in the shadows,

They say, “You’re anti-social.”

I tell you, “They don’t understand you!”

They say, “You’ll get over it.”

But it’s really something you just can’t,

They’ll tell you that they know what you’ve been through,

But they will NEVER know your pain!

You’re in the abyss where nobody can reach you,

But I tell you, “I’m right there with you.”

“I was there before.”

Some can & have escaped this void,

You say, “You’re one of those who were lucky.”

“But most aren’t so lucky.”

You say, “I’m one of those who weren’t so lucky.”

“I got the short end of the stick.”

You try to wear a mask of normality to hide,

But the sorrow,

The humiliation,

The misery was seeping out the edges,

You’re painted smile would fade the more you’d wear it,

The doctor may say, “You have the option to…”

Or “These options are…”

But you don’t!

This feeling wasn’t your choice,

The world forced it on you,

They shoved it down your throat with all their hate & lies,

They did this to you,

You didn’t do this to yourself,

Those who think they know will say, “It’ll be over soon!”

That may be true for some of them,

But not for all,

Not for YOU,

I say, “There are those who’re in the pit with you too.”

The only one who may know is you!

After all,

How could your own mind not know?

How could you not trust yourself?

They may not have sunk in further,

Or they could be far deeper then you,

But they may truly know your pain and sorrows,

Just because you think you’re alone doesn’t mean it has to be like that,

Your mask won’t hide you from someone who’s been there too!

You said to me years ago, “I trust you!”

So?

Won’t you give me the key?

To the shattered heart and withered soul you locked away,

We can fix it,

You’ll mend it,

Don’t you see?

But there’s one thing you must NEVER in your life forget,

Life will always,

Always get worse before it gets better!

And you can’t be selfish!

You can’t take the easy way out and think there won’t be consequences,

It WILL affect those around you,

You shouldn’t force your pain on them just to make yourself feel better,

I was always there for you when I saw the bruises and bandages,

Your freedom & eternal happiness isn’t worth someone else feel the way you do,

But you can’t always think the risky or easy way won’t backfire at some point,

You’re so much better then that!

So?

Don’t let it control the way your life is lived,

You must take control of it!

Don’t lose hope in yourself or the world,

You only get one life,

Not the nine a cat has!

So don’t be foolish & live your life!

I was able to climb out of the pit,

I know you can too.

Gray Parasite’s Egg Incubation: October 22, 2018 - December 7, 2018 - 1 Hatchling: Oct. 24, 2018: Ambrosia - ♀ / 12 More to come to Come!

Free wings glide through somber wood,

Gray sailing blurs whisk away loose leaves,

Red and Orange fuming with a burning love for the swift, twisting winds,

Soft aqua flows like a spring river,

Warm yet bitter gray darts between raised roots,

Gentle gaze surveys Three - Six - Four new lives under soft shells,

Soft Ambrosia flickering draws curious eyes,

The elder ran tender talons across the fragile eggs,

“A Heart of Forra, Ambrosia -

Master of SpellCraft, Caslia -

Guardian of Souls, Wisp -

Wind dancer, Sorlon -

Queen of Waves, Avelle -

A new age Artist, Vex” Her voice echoed.

“Lyvern, Daisy, Jasmin & Savana -

Watchers of Natural Life” Cood a voice as smooth as an evening breeze.

“Velnix, Azollen & Tyselle -

Riders of Sky & Flame!” Boomed a voice like a raging blaze.

Only a few moons till they explore their new world,

New hope for an expanding race,

Thought to be long extinct,

I was born…

In a messed up world,

When I was four my parents basically forgot about me.

When they finally noticed me again…

They sent me away, to Ms. Indie’s, for the summer.

Betrayal?

It really felt like it.

My dads said ‘It’s too dangerous to stay home this summer!’

Wha’d I know? I was Four, I didn’t understand.

I felt like I did somethin’ Wrong...

But... It wasn’t so bad.

My first day there we ‘ad my Fifth Birthday Party,

We also celebrated another boy’s B-Day, Lotus.

He turned Three the week before,

But ‘is Dads were too busy to through ‘im a party.

I thought he was weird,

He’d follow me, everywhere, for the first week!

A few days later, I woke on the couch...

Only to find ‘im sleeping on me!

I wanted to yell, scream an’ push ‘im off me,

But...

Somethin’ tol’ me to go back to sleep,

I did.

Somethin’ tol’ me to give ‘im a chance,

I did.

At the end of the second week i was always playing with him,

I tried not to be rough with ‘im like I was wit’ the others I grew up with,

He didn’t seem weird now, just lonely...

A few days into the third week I heard ‘im speak for the first time,

That day, I vowed to always have his back an’ stick close to ‘im!

Now, at 13 an’ ‘im at 11 we are an inseparable team,

He’s an angel to me...

My angel!

We have a closer bond with each other an’ our dads,

We still go to Ms. Indie’s every weekend, or when there’s no school,

He’s my best friend,

The love of my life,

My first kiss,

My first an’ only love!

My missing puzzle piece,

My Brave an’ outgoing polar opposite,

My perfect match.

I can’t imagine what my life’d be like without ‘im,

He’s dragged me into so many adventures I’ve grown to love.

Adventures I now search for,

I’ve experienced more then I would have without you...

My sweet, funny, charming an’ lovable Lotus!

We’ve helped each other grow so much stronger,

He’s my Light,

My Love,

What’s most important to me in life!

Now, I know...

I was born....

To be with him at his side.

We are together,

“This Response Was Anonymously Written To Me By One Of My Friends. Wasn’t What I Expected, Though. Yet It Still Fit My Original Poem As Perfectly As A Puzzle Piece. I Wish I Knew Who Wrote It So I Could Give A Proper Thanks!”

Dear Caster,

I know what it’s like to be alone,

Sometimes I feel like I don’t even know myself.

I’m always stuck behind you,

Always a few steps back.

I wish I saw the world in color,

Everything in my gaze stays gray.

I wish you felt excited.

I hope your pain eases.

I’m trying to catch up.

My life is a constant game of follow the leader.

I want to see the world like you do.

I want to see the world beside you.

I cannot stand the darkness,

I can stand the repetition.

I want to go where you want to take me.

I will always follow you, Caster.

Dear Shadow,

Do you know what it’s like to be alone?

Wonder what it’s like to have someone that’ll know you better then you know yourself?

Do you have someone like that, Shadow?

Have you wondered what it’s like to not always be stuck behind someone?

Do you see the world in Black and White?

Or is it all a Gray indifference?

Do you wonder what it’s like to follow someone who is loud & exciting?

Rather then someone as plain & quiet as I?

Do you like always being a few steps behind me?

Have you wondered what it’s like to be the one who’s leading rather then just following?

Do you like the world I show you?

Have you ever wanted to see a part of the world I can’t take you to?

Do you like being in the darkness?

Do I ever bore you with the day to day repetition?

Are you really sure you want to stay with someone who can’t let you lead?

Thank you for always following me, Shadow!

*This is a long backstory, but it’s worth reading the whole thing to understand the next few chapters!*

Pages Typed: 6 Full, single spaced

Word Count: 3,106

Time Writing This: 65 Days - August 31 to November 3

Next (Coming Soon)

Chapter 1 - Copper Chains & Shattered Trust

One of the oldest legends from ages past tells of the existence of a tree that gave two types of apple-like fruits. One side bore fruit as dark as the midnight sky and as vibrant as a swirling galaxy. The other bore golden fruit as bright as the midday sun and glowed like a searing flame. The tree was guarded by two brothers; one tended the dark side and the other tended the golden. The golden fruits represented the hops, dreams and positive memories of all living things. The dark ones represented their worries, fears and negative memories. Like Yin and Yang. With the brothers taking care of the ancient tree’s power the land remained peaceful for many years.

Illia Village. A small piece of a massive world. A world where the most important thing is a tree. I wish I could have seen more of this world before it was lost. He thought. Trying to make himself more comfortable on the high branch as the sun peeked over the trees. The same place he sat more then 26,000 years ago.

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“Brother can you hear me?” A small skeleton called, searching the branches above him yet finding nothing.

“Coming!” He called back before leaping down in front of him.

“Oh! My big bro is so smug.”

“No, I’m not! Shut up, Rosen Dream!” He snapped then tried to regain his composure. “So? What do you want, dork?”

Rosen giggled and looked up at his brother’s pout, “I found an old book that mentions a White Shadow. And... I thought it was talking about you, a White NightMare!”

White stared blankly back for a moment, watching him excitedly bounce in place. A dumbfounded look sat plastered on his face

“What are you going on about? Were you looking through those old prophecy scriptures in the Eon Library again?” He shook his head, a disapproving look on his face. “You should take those with a grain of salt, Bro.”

“But-!”

“No butts here!” he smirked. “Eon has been in ruin for a several hundred years now. All that those old things are good for is to be moth food. Plus, they didn’t have magic as strong as what we have now. It couldn’t possibly be true, or anywhere close to accurate. They’re only fairytales.”

“Alright, Brother.” He whimpered.

White hugged his little brother and nuzzled his skull. Despite what he said, the prophecies made him uneasy. The more Rosen spoke of them, the more dread he felt. Though, he knew little of what his brother was reading this time, something about it didn’t bother him as much as usual. He straightened up and held the smaller skeleton at an arm’s length.

“The Autumn Fair is starting at 7: 00. The sun just started to rise so, we have about ten minutes to get there.” White chirped, trying to take his brother’s mind off the book’s words.

The gold-eyed little angel looked up at White’s indigo orbs, “But we didn’t have breakfast yet. Shouldn’t we go after?”

“Really? Ms. June was going to be giving away free jumbo caramel apples and chocolate oranges to the first 20 customers. Mr. Wood is selling ginger-almond cookies, pumpkin-maple muffins and cinnamon coffee. But if you want to skip all of that sweetness for buttered toast…” White cood.

“Well…” Rosen hesitated.

“And all the vendors are handing out recipes for what they’re sellin’.” He added.

“Move it! Let’s git going before they sell out.” Rosen shouted and started to shove White down the trail, towards the village.

“Ok! You don’ need to push me. But! Whoever gets there first doesn’t have to do this week’s laundry!” White chirped, running ahead of his little brother. Despite his lax, carefree & somewhat smug attitude he couldn’t shake the feeling that something big was going to happen. And It would be sooner rather then later.

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White glanced down at Rosen, peacefully sleeping on his shoulder. The smaller cuddled into the left side of his older brother’s ribs. White put an arm across his back and pulled him closer. He glanced over to the new ivory-emerald bag, over-stuffed and overflowing with new recipes. The day had gone by easier then it usual would for them. He couldn’t have been more relieved for that.

White watched as the sun began to set. He couldn’t help but think of the way the villagers would normally act around them; they always loved, adored and admired Rosen. They saw him as their guardian, they felt safe with him around. No matter how bad they felt he could cheer them up in an instant. But it wasn’t really like that; HE wasn’t the one making them feel better. IT was. And White? They hated, feared and loathed him. They saw him as a mistake, an abomination that wasn’t supposed to exist. They didn’t want to be near him, they never felt safe when he was around them. If he tried to cheer someone up they would amediantly feel immensely worse. And making them despise him far more, causing more deceitful rumors to spread. But it wasn’t really as it seemed; HE wasn’t the one making them feel worse. IT was. They thought Rosen was cute, lovable and sweet. They saw him as a brave, smart and reliable person. But their vision was hazed.

When it was just the two of them it was totally… mostly different. Rosen was shy, mischievous and still adorable. But was someone who would freeze up in the face of danger and would become worried over little things. He was a little self absorbed at times. And there was very little he knew about the world outside or in their village. He was naive to a lot of things. He wasn’t the type to be able to focus on one thing at a time. He would be working on something, or helping someone with something just to get sidetracked by something else. But the thing that the villagers always seemed to forget? Rosen was only a child, just 10 years old. This really wasn’t something he should be involved in. Not yet, not so young.

White on the other hand was almost the complete opposite. The villagers would normally act like they feared, hated and loathed him. But he was the one who was always the one doing all he could to protect the village. At only 13, he was the one who was the true guardian of Illia. But they never saw him as anything more then a nuisance. On the surface he was fairly lax, mostly carefree, more then a little smug and coldly serious at times. But if someone really got to know him they’d see he’s very kind, sly, mostly fearless, a bit head-strong, dependable and extremely loyal. He’d risk his life for those he cared for, especially loved ones. Though the villagers would still favored his brother, Rosen Dream. And that was it.

He shook the thought outta his head, looking back at the book Rosen had shown him after winning it at one of the Fair’s competitions. His little brother’d been so excited and happy to be there, and knew he’d drag him around during the next four days the Fair’d be going on. He sighed, shoving the book back into the royal blue bag he’d won. He snuggled up to his little brother as his eyes grew too heavy to keep open. As he drifted off he thought of their bond, their roles and responsibilities an’ this being the first time in months they’ve had a chance to just relax. Will this really last? Being his final thought before sleep overcame him.

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But the peace, tranquillity an’ happiness weren’t meant to last. One day, the brother that looked after the MidNight fruits felt envy because the Golden ones were much more eye-catching then his. He tried to deny it, but he wasn’t above jealousy. People came from far off lands to catch a mere glimpse. But criticised his all day, never staying long enough to see the true beauty they held in the darkness.

“Mine are just as good!... Right?” He’d wonder.

One night, with his emotions at a breaking point, White went behind his brother’s back to the ancient tree. He could hear a voice telling him to take the Fruit, that he would be happier if he did. Telling him to prove that he’d be able to do just as good, if not better then his brother could! Making him focus on a particular golden fruit. Though, something seemed off about the way it looked. But... at the last moment he turned away, shaking his head.

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“What am I doing?! I could never do that to my own brother!” He growled.

Why not? Doesn’t Rosen deserve it? To understand what it’s like to be in someone else’s shadow for once? A voice came like a whisper, no owner to be seen.

He couldn’t see them, but would NEVER let someone speak poorly of his brother.

“No, not at all! I’m his older brother. I’m supposed to have his back, to be there for him. He doesn’t deserve to have me ruin his future. I WON’T allow it! He deserves to be happy.” Anger rose in White’s voice.

Why should his emotions matter? But! He’s not worthy of…

“But NOTHING!” He shouted, storming away and thinking to himself. He doesn’t need to know of this. It’ll only scare him.

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The thing watched as he huffed away, smirking to itself. Wanting to laugh, but staying silent and nearly unseen from a wandering gaze.

You won’t do it? But I WILL! I’ll just have to be a little more DIRECT…

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A two weeks later, it struck! On a cloudless night with Rosen’s emotions at a fever pitch, he went behind his brother’s back to the ancient tree. He could hear a voice telling him to take a particular Fruit, that he would be happier if he did. Telling him that this will prove that he’d be able to be stronger and wiser then his older brother. He’d do just as good, if not better then White at protecting their Village! Making him focus on a Golden-Amber Fruit with a Copper chain of three thin rings encircling the vibrant peel. Something seemed very off about the way it looked. He’d never seen anything grow between the very start of a branch’s fork before. It didn’t seem natural, like it was feeding off on his regret. But... it was too late he was entranced by it, he couldn’t turn away.

He grasped it in his small hands and sunk his teeth into the tender, juicy flesh of the Apple-like Fruit. However, when touched by someone full of envy and jealousy they rotted away and consumed. Each Fruit being lost to the child possessed by the copper rings. Soon, the Ancient Tree withered, most of the MidNight Fruits left crushed. Only a single, premature Golden Fruit left hidden behind two Dark ones.

The villagers filled with panic and fear as they gathered to see the tree in the sunrise’s light. They not to blame the brother of the MidNight Fruit, for only his brother stood in the wreckage. An Amber Fruit in his hand, they knew he was responsible for the fate of their beloved relic. They tried to corner him, but out of desperation he reached out to the Rings. A blood curdling shriek rang out as the rings wrapped around his small figure, but did not harm him. His new form was almost unrecognizable to those who saw him. Its power and corrupted light consumed him, becoming completely corrupted by its influence. He could feel the power growing by the second.

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It’s too late now!! A demonic voice howled.

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“Where is he?” He ran through the Village, not a Soul in sight. Soon he looked toward the tree, a horrified look spread across his face.

“NO!” White screamed. “Rosen! Where are you?! ... Brother?”

He cautiously approached the path to the tree. Dust and red smears covered everything in sight. The remanence of their owners lay scattered in the grass.

“Rosen! Is that really you? What happened here?!” He called to his younger brother. “Rose-!”

“Stay Away From Me You Traitor!” Rosen shrieks, thunder crackles from a neering storm.

His sorrowful and saddened eyes beg for a chance of redemption despite his words.

“I don’t want you here. You’re just a mistake!” he hissed, his gaze becoming hollow.

He froze in my tracks, shocked to hear such a thing from my own brother.

“I HATE you. You’re not important... YOU SHOULDN’T EXIST!!” Rosen screamed in absolute rage.

His hateful screams swirl with roaring thunder. He began to sob as his apologies are lost on the howling winds. His fallen lavender tears mix with the pouring rain. Shrieking cries of betrayal flow like a rushing waterfall. Words pierced his soul like sharpened blades. His hatred explodes like an erupting volcano in front of him. The last flicker of love & admiration in his eyes burnt out like a flame. His rage spread like a wildfire.

Pleas of “I’m sorry” & “I never wanted this” are lost to deaf ears.

Lightning shatters the sky as the copper chains take over and tighten their grip on him. Thunder cracks the air as the guilt thickens. White feels him losing the fight against it. But he knew this is where something terrible begins. He knew that today two fates would be left in shards.

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White, now knowing what the new form of his brother had done he wanted to panic, but knew it wouldn’t help.

Before he could react Rosen flared out large, wing-like, diamond panels and lunged towards him. Tossing him into the branch with the small cluster of Fruits. He knew he needed to think of something, but what? As Rosen’s footsteps grew closer he noticed a faint energy radiating from the cluster. Without thinking he stuffed the three Fruits into the utility bag on his hip and jumped behind the tree. Disregarding the consequences, he ate one of the MidNight Fruits. Knowing if the tree couldn’t restore it that he’s have to plant the Midnight and Golden seeds somewhere safe.

He took a breath and stood, ready to confront his brother. He tried not to show worry as he summoned his scythe. How could this have happened? What went wrong?

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“What happened big Bro? Aren’t you gonna give your li’le bro a good hug?” Rosen hissed sarcastically, arms open.

“You’ve brought suffering and sorrow to this innocent world! Why?!” White shouted, not able to hold back a few tears.

“You know what they say, White. In order to make an omelette ... some ‘eggs’ must be cracked! You were the chef between the two of us after all!”

“That has nothing to do with it! They weren’t eggs... they were innocent People. They’re Souls are lost now ‘cause of you!”

“So what? Get your head out of the clouds! They had it coming.” Rosen growled his temper rising.

“Rose, I know this isn’t anything like you. Let me help you. Please, I don’t want to fight you!”

“SHUT UP! YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME!!!” Rosen Howled.

Smaller, sharp panels being sent towards White. Only to be dodged.

“That’s the corny thing i’ve heard all day!” He added. “What!?”

“I have no other choice now. I will fight you. AND YOU WON’T BE FORGIVEN!” Tears ran down his cheeks as he made the next move.

Sharp panels, shadowed arrows and gleaming blades flew from hour to hour. Tempers burned brightly throughout the chaos. But even with his immense power Rosen still wasn’t as fast, skilled or experienced as White was.

“I may be beaten! But you are too weak to finish what you started... You’d never shatter another’s Soul!” Rosen screeched.

“I won’t have to...” White hissed.

The younger tried to escape, but was too slow from fatigue.

“And you can’t stop me!” Now pinning him to the ground with the withered tree’s shadow.

“NO! THIS WON’T BE THE END! YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING! YOU DON’T HAVE THE GUTS!!” He yowled, trying to struggle out of the shadowy tentacles.

“Just stop… There’s no way out. You must pay for your Sins, NOW!” He wheezed.

“NO! NEVER!!”

“It’s too bad we had such fond an’ good memories together. And so many positive feelings, too!” A small smile faded just as it appeared.

“THAT DOESN’T MATTER!!”

“‘Doesn’t matter’, huh? You really aren’t him...” White breathed. “That’ll make this a lot easier.” A smirk spread across his face as he glared down.

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Fortunately, the power of a single Dark Fruit, and a little too much fighting experience, was enough. Rosen couldn’t match him no matter what tricks he tried.

He wrenched the Copper Chains off Rosen, reverting them back to being a treo of rings. Leaving him gasping for air and barely able to stay concourse. At a moment’s notice, White sealed the Rings in stone and encased them in as many layers of his own crystallized magic as he could form. But when White turned back to his brother he was gone, only distant wing beats before an eerie silence.

That day, he left his world to seal the Rings away in an ancient library. One so vast none who dared enter could find it in the extensive and winding labyrinth of shelves. Left to be forgotten in time as he closed the heavy stone doors. Only to collapse from exhaustion where he stood. Yet, faintly seeing a figure running towards him in the distance as the world went black.

It is said that that one day the cursed Copper Rings will re-awaken and free itself from its stone and crystal prison. But at the cost and corruption of a new ‘Puppet’ and many, many millennium of tireless war. Yet peace will be restored on the final day. Bringing a new era of hope to those who faced the terror and loss.

At the door of Eon, carved into the aged stone a warning lays to all who enter its broken walls:

Of all who come past this point! Be careful of what you’ve come here for it could be a Blessing, a Curse or the Untold. Only the fearless may proceed. Brave ones, Foolish ones, Both walk not the middle road.

Cooper

Son of Beryl & Ash/Cinder

Pronouns: He/Him

Birth Day: September 4

Age: 12 - 16

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

Status: In a Relationship

Side Facts:

- He has Central Heterochromia:

  - Default: Green with Red Center

  - Magic Active (Suppressed): Red with Gold Center

  -  Magic Active (UnSuppressed/Feral): Gold with Dark Gray Center

- Can summon a variety of Magic Attacks to battle/train with. Each having various side effects

- Is in a cannon ship with Lotus

Stitch - Beta Sketch

Multi Sans Fusion - Dragon Sans Fusion

Pronouns: He/Him & They/Them

Birth Day: January 7

Age: 160,000 - 200,000+

A fusion of various Sanses from shattered universes(Bone & Soul Shards)

Side Facts:

- He has heterochromia: Left eye’s Green - Right’s Blue 

- The fusion is irreversible. This is due to the fact that the fusion was the only way to save the other sanses from being permanently erased from existence.

- New shards are still being added to this day.

- Can summon a wide variety of Magic Attacks to battle/train with. Each having numerous side effects

- Is the first Sans that I created, but didn’t have a cannon design for almost 1.5 months

Hollow

Female Sans Fusion

Pronouns: She/Her & They/Them

Birth Day: June 1

Age: 52,000 - 60,000+

A fusion of a Fem Geno (ForgottenTale) & A regular Reaper Sans

Side Facts:

- Her scarf is a light grayish-pink

- The fusion is irreversible due to an incident that happened in the past

- Can still summon a Scythe to battle/train with

- Is one of Indie’s first Sanses that were created, but didn’t have a cannon design for almost 2 years

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