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  1. Soon enough however, she was able to find the room that Heather was in. She grew her armor and tried opening the door, but it was locked. That was no matter. Ember was made for things like this. Lava dripped off of her right arm, coalescing into a long blade of molten steel. She shoved the end of the huge sword through the door and brought it all the way up to the ceiling. The door promptly fell in. There. Much better. Ember dismissed her blade, then walked over the smoldering pieces of the broken gateway. Her eyes widened in horror. “Heather,” she said, pulling a hand to her mouth. “Oh, Heather. Oh, no…” It was awful, so awful. The poor thing looked dead already, drenched in her own blood and soaked with water. Blood was an odd thing, to Ember. What would it be like to be mortal and cuttable and soft? Not enjoyable, certainly. But then, at least with flesh, you didn’t burn up what you touched with your bare hands. Heather ceased bleeding and her wounds closed up, her body reknitting and healing, Ember Narrated reverently. Ember couldn’t see any visible changes yet, but she supposed that didn’t really matter. There was still a lot of blood in the bathtub, so stopping more blood from coming wouldn’t be all that noticeable. The Destroyer grew her armor on every part of her body, her brown shell covering everything from her toes to her chin. Then, she knelt down and scooped Heather into her arms. The girl was soaking wet and some of the water made its way into the cracks between Ember’s armor. She stiffened, shocked by the sudden stinging. The sensation of water evaporating on her skin was not a very pleasant one. To prevent more of this from happening, she Narrated again. Heather was dried off. The moment her Narration finished, Heather was completely dry. That was better. Ember regarded Heather with concern as she held her, standing in the bathroom, the sound of the still-going shower echoing unnoticed in the background. Ember sighed, relieved. She is alright, Star, Ember said telepathically. I have healed her and she is alright. Ember set Heather down onto a bed in another room. She looked awfully peaceful laying there, blood-stained tank-top and all. The Destroyer sat down beside her friend and looked over her from top to bottom. She cocked her head, waiting patiently. “When will Star come, I wonder?” Ember muttered aloud. She reached over, brushing Heather’s hair out of her face gently. “There you go.” She sighed and rested her cheek on her fist.
  2. Star watched with mounting fear. Everything in her screamed that she needed to get to Heather. She could feel her pain, even a Universe away. Clutching her waist, Star tried to get to her feet. She didn't get very far and fell right back to the ground. Tears formed in her eyes. I. Have. To. Get. To. Her. Ember forced herself not to look back. She did not want to think about the fact that she was leaving her master alone. Star had seemed much more worried about Heather than herself. But what was more important; following Star’s command or guarding her? Ember shook her head. She did not like to think about it. As Ember moved out of the Dream Branch, Heather’s signature slowly began coming back. At first, Ember thought that the distance was what was making it so faint. But as she ran further, she realized the horrible truth; Heather’s signature was weak because the girl was half dead. Ember grimaced. I am coming, Heather, she thought to herself. She raced through the corridors of Tom’s vessel, guided by the quiet bells of Heather’s Soul Song. Going to get Star had been the right thing, right? Could Ember have prevented this herself? Probably… Ember clenched her fists, feeling angry at herself. Stupid Ember.
  3. Sophie looked over at Michael, smiling happily. "What's wrong, Michael?"
  4. Star's eyes widened. Oh no.... "Ember," she said. "Run to Heather. Now." "But Master-" "Don't worry about me, GO! Do what you can to heal her with Narration, you’ll be able to get to her faster than I will. If you’re unsure what to do, simply ask.” Ember opened her mouth. "I... Yes, Highness." She bowed her head quickly, then turned on her heels and began running again. She was out of sight within seconds.
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  6. "All the more reason for us to get going," Star said. The Destroyer pumped her legs faster, willing herself to move as quickly as her body would allow. Oddly enough, the ground did not crack under her as it probably should have. Ember didn’t have to possess a mind as powerful as a Shard to understand that this place was not quite in line with natural law. Moving with her superhuman speed, Ember passed the distance that Xino, Star and Pheonix had traveled on the disc in half the time they had managed. She came to the door quickly, racing through the opening. “Star!” she cried. “Star!” Ember slowed her stride, hastily kneeling at her master’s feet. “Ember?” Star asked in surprise. “Why aren’t you with-” “Heather is behaving oddly. I am deeply concerned for her safety, you must come quickly!” Ember bowed her head, shame pulsing in her Core. “I could not do as you asked. Forgive me. My soul aches with-” “Oh, Ember. I’m sure you did wonderfully. Now, we’ve got to-” Suddenly, Star gasped sharply, feeling a stabbing phantom pain. She fell to her knees, head spinning as she caught herself with her hands. She breathed shakily, vision focusing in and out. Heather… Heather was in great pain. “By the Author… Xino, Pheo, Jay. We have to-” Star cried out, wincing as she felt vicarious pain. Ember scrambled to her feet. “Master?!” “Get me to Heather. As fast as possible.”
  7. "Out of the Branch and in Tom's ship. We've been there ever since the Universes were split. Well, I suppose that's not entirely true. Xino and I went to Silence's Realm as well. And I... killed Silence himself. Hopefully with him gone things will start to cool off in the plot. We can... settle down..." Star trailed off, looking longingly at the floor.
  8. Star grinned. "The real you was trapped inside of here. Hopefully now that we've freed your consciousness you'll be free from those nightmares too." She sighed, straightening her back. "It's time to go home." Ember ran, her surroundings blurring past her. She jumped down the steps four at a time, some splinters of wood flying up in protest of her considerable weight. But never mind that. There were far more pressing things to deal with. As she moved, she sent a prayer to TVG, begging her deity to keep Heather safe and also pleading for forgiveness. She dearly hoped that she was doing the right thing by going to get Star. Ember’s mental capacity allowed her to instinctively remember each and every turn that they had made within the Branch. Star’s signature was getting stronger. Unfortunately, the same interference that had kept Ember from fully feeling her master’s soul song was also weakening Ember’s protective influence on Heather’s mind. That was just another reason for her to run faster.
  9. Star watched in satisfied anticipation. @Jaywalk
  10. "Will Narration work on this thing?" Star asked, folding her arms.
  11. Star's eyes widened. "Well," she said softly. "We've found it. We're one step closer to going back."
  12. Star paused, eyes closed. "Yes," she said. "Yes, we're here."
  13. "Yes..." Star said. "And it's... closer than I think..."
  14. She will not listen to me, Ember thought. I need Star. I can do no more for her. Oh, why did Master think I was capable of this? With that, Ember began to sprint. Ember was capable of running far faster than any human. She did not tire and her metal legs could resist far more strain than muscle. Hated or not, Ember still cared deeply for Heather and did not intend to let her ruin herself. But she was not so arrogant as to think that she was capable of emotional support. TVG should have chosen someone else. Someone more fit to serve Star. Tears evaporating on her glass eyes, Ember followed her master's signature.
  15. "The drink causes you more pain," Ember said. "Even I understand that." Ember looked at the floor. Star would better know how to help her. Master, please come and help me. We need your help. Please. But there was no answer.
  16. Ember stared at her, uncertain. "I am just trying to protect you," Ember said quietly as she picked at her nails. "As Star wanted me to."
  17. Ember blinked, shoulders falling. Those three words had struck deep in her soul. Hate... she mouthed. "Heather..." she said quietly. She shook her head. "You don't. Hate..." Ember whimpered.
  18. Ember felt her stomach drop, big eyes widening in horror. This was exactly what Star had wanted her to prevent. Ember dashed forward on her long legs, moving to reach for the bottle. Then, however, she realized that pure force was not exactly going to work. The bottle and its contents disappeared, lost to the wind and never to return. The bottle promptly did as it had been commanded. Ember tapped her foot. "No, no, no."
  19. Ember put her hands on her hips. She did not like being ignored. Following the sounds and her signature, Ember walked into the room. Heather had seemed just find just a bit ago. "I do not understand what you are doing," Ember said tightly.
  20. Ember cocked her head, further confused. What should she do? Could she help her? What did "help" look like in this situation? Ember started to walk after her. "Heather? Heather are you alright?"
  21. Like a wildcat alerted to the sound of prey, Ember's head snapped up, her ears twitching slightly. Her mental link had been disturbed by movement and her ears confirmed it. Ember stood up and walked without a sound to the closed door which she pulled open with a gauntleted hand. Heather was gone. Ember pouted, slightly annoyed, but mostly confused as to why her friend had left. Still, finding her wouldn't be a problem. She'd memorized what Heather's signature sounded like. She walked on silent feel, both unhurried and unworried, until she spotted the escapee. She folded her arms. "Heather, it is not nice to leave while I am supposed to be watching you. Such action is a form of dishonesty."
  22. As the old man left the grocery store, he saw a massive herd of people running towards the store. All were coming because their groceries had been eaten.
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