Lxikim, from your resting place has sprung a seed of magic. Conceived by me, germinated for a deadly purpose. You used to dream of traitors, didn't you? Bathed in brown, and verdant green. I intend to destroy them now, and turn their groves into ruins.
It came to me like a proverb...fight a lamb with...a lamb.
We shall purge this sick colour with our grandest of sons. I shall name him...Frli
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Cara sat, nestled into her father's inert and empty form. She was asleep. She had been doing this for at least a week. After Rin nearly killed her, she decided to find her way back to her father, so that she could stay with him until he woke.
He did not awaken the first day. Or the second, or the third, or the fourth, or the fifth, or the sixth, or the seventh.
Or the eighth.
She was hoping she would finally be reunited on the ninth, akin to how she was hoping the same thing on the first, second, third and fourth. It was a vain hope. It was an unlikely hope. It was her only hope she had left, the only thing she could cling to. Everything else felt like it had faded, somehow, and she was left alone.
Slowly, Cara opened her eyes, looking up to the dead, wooden thing that she proclaimed was her father. And she said, "G-good morning...father..."
And there was no response. She moved to go and hug him, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm here...why aren't you here?" She buried her head upon his chest, or chest plate, or whatever you would call his form. "Why aren't you here...?"
She stayed like this, for hours, before slowly rising to her feet. She had to explore, she supposed. Someone had to keep the golems in check.
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Now, when Cara returned to her father's hollow and empty form, she was panting and wheezing and panicking. She staggered into the grove, glancing swiftly at everything that had surrounded them. "Father, wake up!" She begged, moving over to him, going to grab at him and attempt to shake him awake.
It failed. Mainly because he was too heavy for Cara to even move. She reeled around, slowly putting out her hands, and going to focus on the tree line. If she could just figure out where they were coming from, maybe-just maybe-she could catch them off guard and trap them within a tangle of vines and roots. She scanned the area, eye keenly hunting for anything she could use, anything she could discern.
She found nothing.
A bolt, gray and shifting with star-like patterns pierced from the undergrowth, striking Cara square in the chest, sending her reeling back onto the ground with a thump. "Be quiet, now, lamb..." someone...something called out, stepping into the grove. It was tall, and thin, and was void of all colours. It looked like a person, garbed in armour, a bright white light burning out from a small circle in its throat. "I don't...relish this..." it uttered, stepping closer to Cara, as she panicked, pushing herself up against the wall next to her father.