Brief Moments: The Prince In Green
D3rlorde shifted under the weight of his armour. It still felt surreal to be merged(?) with his Minecraft skin. He was still flesh and blood and certainly not made out of cubes and rectangular prisms, but he is now taller than he was before and a lot more muscular as well to fit the physique of a proper knight.
He wondered if the others were just as lucky, he was pretty fortunate that his in-game skin was compatible with his human body, with little to no modification require- body modification. Wait. If he didn't get a say in this, granted he was dying, did anyone else get one as well?
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The Prince In Green is, for a lack of better word, odd. Actually there are many more refined ways to describe the being but, odd is what it all comes down to.
By all logic The Prince In Green should not exist. The King in Yellow should have taken Avery as a vessel and gone out to bring the end times to Earth or whatever else he was planning, instead there is a being that is driven by the desires of both of sides.
The Prince holds the world within it's (their? his?) unyielding and possessive fist, but it is also gentle. People have the freedom to live a semi-normal life under The Prince's reign.
Adults still went to work and honed their hobbies or whatever else they do in their spare time, children still go to school to learn and play with their friends, but everything still has this taint to it. Beings that shouldn't be possible accoring to their reality's laws walked among them, events that would have been attributed to fiction are now very real. The definition of normal has been stetched to the point that Derek can't help but wish he deleted that world when he had the chance, hell even hurled that cursed laptop off the side of building.
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Derek stared at the child before him.
No scratch that the child was him.
A Derek Hutchins from different time and place, young, too young to have encountered the King in Yellow, and yet here he is.
Sitting innocently on coach in a dimly lit corner of The Prince's library, engrossed with with a puzzle box with multiple moving mechanical parts, shifting them around with a face scrunched up in concentration. It would be an almost sweet scene. If it werent for the shifting green spectre that is quietly looming above his mini-me, it's green cloak hanging overhead like a canopy. The child either couldn't see or didn't care about the entity intently watching over him, too captivated in the trinket and what possible secrets it holds.
Derek felt sick to his stomach, with many questions that are spinning in his head. Why is he here? Why did The Prince take him away? Why at such a young age? What happened to his mom? Is she alright? What happened to the Avery of that universe?
The knight swiftly turns on his heel and flees the scene as fast he can. Heart pounding painfully in his chest, he shouldn't watch anymore. Lest he accidently upsets The Prince by grabbing the kid in an attempt to what?
To protect his younger self?
Shield him away from a danger, what danger can there possibly be?
The Prince would never allow harm to befall the child, not from itself and certainly not from any outside sources.
Or was it to satisfy his curiosity that still eats away at what little he has left?
Ask questions for answers he is not sure he wants to recieve, he does want them, but he knows that knowing about whatever happened in that world would not do his sanity in favours.d