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Through the Living Elan

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  1. “The opponent? Whatever you think up in your fear, most likely. I have a feeling… but no, he’s not here, is he?” Weaver said. A look of surprise finally showed on his face, the first emotion he had shown since everyone met. “Don’t fall asleep.” He said. “Whatever you do everyone DO NOT FALL ASLEEP!” A deep laugh came from the shadows, which grew, stretching in strange ways. Around everyone’s feet grasses rippled. Then the grass grabbed Xiylna. @Justice_Magician @Channelknight Fadran @TheRavenHasLanded @Aeoryi @Nameless* @ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ @Edema Rue
  2. “The trees burn because this place is strange. Like a dream, none of it makes sense. Unlike a dream, it can all still kill you. Nothing that comes will be funny or happy.” Weaver said. He didn’t sound scared, he just said it in his normal voice. Suddenly his eyes began to glow an unearthly color. They were black, a deep black, not reflective at all. Surrounding the black was a glowing white. His head snapped up. “Heroes. Alone. Fail. Bring them back, bring them back, bring them back. Death. Upon. All. Bring them back, bring them back, bring them back. Reality. Apart. Broken. Bring them back, bring them back, bring them back.” His eyes faded back to normal and he looked up. “Get ready to fight.” He says. “It’s coming.”
  3. “Here? Here you can die. Impossible things happen here.” A loud gong sounded, and the trees leaves burst alight, fire dancing on them. Weaver sighed. “Should’ve paid better attention to the time, seeing as that’s what my power is. Pull out your weapons. This is going to get weird.”
  4. The sky darkened. “Two hours have passed.” Weaver said. He put his hands both on his scythe. “We must leave. Now.”
  5. No cannon sounded. He was still alive. Suddenly there was a CRACK and a building nearby collapsed. A large chunk of it came towards Kaa. It didn’t land on him though. Instead it fell on Lucette. Final contestants! This is an announcement! You have one hour to get down to two contestants! If not, poison gas will be released onto the arena! @Ravenclawjedi42 @SmilingPanda19 @ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ
  6. “Whoops.” Rukk said. Then he passed out too.
  7. “Yes, demons are allowed.” Weaver said. “Now, onto more serious matters. Our… adventure.”
  8. “We have to leave when it gets dark to live,” Weaver said. “You see, in ancient times people build five strongholds to keep themselves safe from the powers of the Shadowbound. Over time four of the five were forgotten or destroyed, their locations lost to time. This, the final stronghold, is all that remains. It keeps whoever is in it safe from the outside, using complex magic no one understands. Unfortunately something strange happened when The One Gone Mad and the One of Worlds, our enemy, fought. They were here, in this courtyard. Now, whenever night comes strange things happen. I’m not sure what, but I don’t intend to find out. Because if we find out we won’t come back.”
  9. Rukk sped up too. Then he had an idea. He sped up his train of thought, thinking of EVERYTHING at once. It made him nauseous. Then, in his mind, he screamed.
  10. “This is the one place where we are safe from the one of worlds.” Weaver said. “We have maybe two hours until nightfall, when we have to get out of here.”
  11. “Okay. Here we go.” The shadows around the group bended and stretched, until everything was bathed in them. Then they cleared, leaving the group in a large courtyard. Black grass covered the ground, and red-barked trees grew in planters. Everything was well kept. There was nobody else there. “Welcome to the Final Stronghold.” He said
  12. You want everyone to like you. When someone doesn’t you’re super sad. You’re welcoming and want everyone’s ideas to get appreciated. You like learning and know a lot about what you care about. When someone has a good idea you’re great at appreciating it and want to try it out yourself. You have your own talents and don’t often compare yourself to others. You’re hard working, and love watching movies. You have brown hair, and thick eyebrows. You’re not super muscular, you care more about learning than excersize. You’re around 5’ 11”. You care about how you look so your hair is well taken care of, and you are clean shaven. You smile very often. Sometimes you worry that people don’t actually like you, and they’re just pitying you. You worry and are embarrassed when you don’t know something. This could be so wrong.
  13. “ I need everyone gather around so I can transport you.” Weaver said.
  14. “Time falls short.” Weaver said to everyone in the group. “We leave now.”
  15. “Good. Of course, we need everyone we can.” He looked at Altair. “I can bring him along too.”
  16. “The world itself is at stake.” Weaver stated simply. “And we need to stop it. When everyone is ready I will bring you to the Final Stronghold.”
  17. Rukk began to improve, but stayed silent. He didn’t want to throw off his stance.
  18. Weaver sighs. “This is serious.” He says, no change in his voice. “We will need a safer place than here. I can bring you there, to the Final Stronghold.”
  19. “I never said I was special.” Weaver said. “Many say I do not deserve the power I have.” He turns to Xiylna. “You do not have to join if you do not wish to.” He said.
  20. “I would not kill you unless it were actually necessary.” Weaver said. “I am one of the five known Shadowbinders. I am not the grim reaper. None can escape death, not forever. Not even I.” “The adventure you heard of is real. But it is dangerous, more so than you could think. We will need a safe space to discuss, where she cannot here.”
  21. “We need to get rid of that narration somehow.” The Once Author said. He reached down. “I have an idea. We need to use this narration. All of it. Desolation is re-absorbing it, so we need to make it disappear. The best way to do that? Use it. Turn it into something else.”
  22. “You may call me Weaver.” The black robed man said. His voice was deep and quiet, and he kept his head down, face shadowed by his hood. In his left hand he held his scythe, which was a bit taller than himself. Around him shadows bent, pulling towards him. “I’m afraid that the peace this world has is soon going to end. That is why I have come here. I have seen it… I spoke the prophecy. And now it has come.”
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