Interweapon:
This story is a fictional work created for the amusement of others. If you are not the age of 18 or the legal age the law conveys, please stop reading. If you find Homosexual sex offensive, stop reading. If you do not like stories with a violent nature or images stop reading.
Again, this is a work of fiction. You have been warned.
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- And thank you to my editor John "Tigger" Simoneau for being my second set of eyes!
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Chapter 8: The Meeting- Part 1
Tidings of unwanted news tend to spoil ones day. Such was the case for The Master. All his careful planning went to hell in just a few short seconds. Ever since Zeke entered the room carrying that billowing cloud of bad news, The Master's mood has plummeted to the foulest it's been in years. These Gifted humans were his chance, his only chance for his kingdom to rise again. Minor, as the setback may be, these gifted humans were part of his plan.
Now wandering down the dark, dilapidated halls of the military complex, The Master was slightly cheered up by the cold stench of death and decay. What could be more soothing then the scent of putrid flesh? His nerves were shot and his mind was reeling; Questions kept bubbling up to the surface of his mind, but he didn't seem to have the answers. "Maybe Sister can help me sort through theses quandaries." Thinking about his family brought a small, shy smile to his face. "Oh how I miss sister."
The master drifted down the halls, marveling at the amount of death littering the floors. The smells alone made him shutter in pure bliss. "So my prized pupils have decided to leave." He looked at a mass of burnt, bloody bodies piled in a corner. "A shame, really. We would have had so much fun." The master licked his lips and stared at the heap of bodies off to the corner of the hall. "So much fun at that! A shame really." The Master turned his head around and started walking back to the Control room. Within just a few short days, after all, his guest will be arriving, and he must prepare himself and this station for each and every one of them. "One day soon... All of you... will die by my hands." He gave a deep sigh, and then plunged forward into the continuing abyss, swallowed by the never-ending darkness. "One day soon." Was heard bouncing off the walls.
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Chaz was very out of sorts. Not like he wasn't used to it, because he was. But escaping the oh-so-familiar military base with his boyfriend, Dakota, as a flea, riding on an unknown person's neck; well, it was enough to make anyone out of sorts. Disheveled, dizzy and a splitting migraine to top it all off, Chaz decided right then and there that he was having a very bad day and nothing could improve it. A lot of odd things were happening to him lately, again, not like he wasn't used to it; when you can turn anything into solid gold with a touch of a finger things start to become more believable.
Chaz was not happy, not happy at all. Here he was walking along side some other people from the military complex that he was held captive at for god knows how long, and he got along with them just fine, which was great, but the explanation he got from them of where they were going and what had happened, made him uneasy. "You guys, please, can we just go back to our homes..." He whined with all his effort, while holding his aching head in the palm of one of his hands.
"We've already told you, Chaz, we can't." Tim responded, slightly annoyed. He was quickly losing his patience on the subject. "Look, we don't have much farther to go, so please just be quiet until we get there?"
"Fine... "Chaz agreed reluctantly. Dakota, who was walking next to Chaz, grabbed onto his lover's soft, pale white hand and squeezed it in an approving manner.
Dakota glanced over at Chaz's face and marveled again at how smooth and delicate it looked. Chaz's light dusty blond trail of goatee lead from the bottom of his chin to the tip of his lips, whenever Dakota looked at Chaz's perfect red lips he wanted to kiss them desperately. Chaz's eyes were a light; almost pale green that went perfectly with his dusty blond hair. Dakota looked at Chaz and thought to himself how beautiful this man was. Chaz looked over at his lover with a questioning look on his face.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" Chaz brought one hand up to his face and started to rub where he thought Dakota was looking.
"You caught me!" Dakota answered with a big grin. "I was just admiring you. Do you have any idea how much I love you?"
"I'm pretty sure I do." Chaz responded while turning beat red. "But do you know how much I love you?
"Yes I do." Dakota said with a bit of lust seeping into his voice.
"Oh get a room!" Tim interrupted while rolling his eyes, bringing both Dakota and Chaz out of the daydream and conversation they were having with each other. They both started to blush profusely and let out nervous giggles. "What... got a case of stage fright? All talk and no action?" Tim teased.
Choruses of "Fuck you's!" were thrown out at Tim, much to his delight. He softly chuckled to himself but it was more of a sad chuckle. He longed to find someone to share a moment like Dakota and Chaz just had. Tim was lonely, and he felt a part of himself was missing somewhere else in the world, waiting to be found.
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High up in the sky the moon sat waiting; Clouds encircled its massive form as if mighty arms were outstretched and ready to grab a tiny mere mortal down below. Two passing strangers looked up into the night and noticed this encroaching phenomena, but neither bleated at the sight: for both have lived almost as long, if not longer then the sphere in orbit.
The two strangers traveled in silence, and under the illusion of it being their first encounter with one another. The truth, however, was that they knew each other quite well; intimately in fact, very intimately. Rumors say that The Heretic is The Sadist: untrue. In reality, The Sadist is married to The Heretic. These two Strangers, as it would happen to be, were the couple in question.
As old as time itself, The Heretic and The Sadist are among the oldest of the still living Fake, but for their age, they look phenomenal. Having no form, and being completely invisible has its advantages. Only the moon knows of their presence.
"He will be so pleased." A raspy female voice came from out of the darkness.
"He will, wife." A raspy male voice stated right besides the other. "Aren't you proud of son, wife?"
"I am, husband."
"We will see them all. It has been too long since we have seen daughter and son together!" excitement was on the edge of the male voice.
"Yes. And what do you suspect son will tell us?
"Glory." Pride was leaking fully through the male voice. "Son will tell us glory."
After the brief conversation, silence followed. The moon lead the two onto a path towards their mysterious son. Aching joints full of arthritis endured the treacherous journey of mountains and snow covered forests that lasted for countless days.
"Wife." The male voice suddenly said out of nowhere when a building came into view. "Son calls to me."
"Son calls to me as well, Husband." The female voice responded. "Soon... soon we shall be reunited."
"soon." Repeated the male voice in a parrot like pattern.
"Soon."
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"As we expected." The multi-toned mental voice appeared once again in everyone's heads. "Before we continue, please take some time to look around." Just as fast as the voices entered their heads, they exited, leaving the group of rag tag sorts to their own.
Ari, being the stickler he was, leaned back on the closest tree and puffed out some air through his nose causing his hair to briefly fly up from his face, and refused to partake in enjoying his surroundings. Everyone else in the group marveled at the scenery the little enclosure held; but saying little is putting it mildly. Compared to the forest on a whole, the enclosure was little, but it was as big as a small city. The enclosure looked like the trees and vines within it twisted together in various positions, merging together to make way for people to fit comfortably in the forest without causing harm to them. The easiest way to describe this enclosure is to say it looked like some kind of barbaric elfish city to an extent, but not quite as advanced.
Flowers sprouted in every direction, and the sweet smell of its presence lingered in the air, making every other smell in life just plain compared to the rich concoction it brewed. The sky was blocked out by careful, bare branches and on the floor level, where everyone was standing, the branches were in full bloom, bringing a mass amount of confusion of leaves and bramble sticking in every direction possible. Bushes blocked out the sides to the `Forest city' along with every type of greenery the group passed previously, but it was even more beautiful to see the vegetation in full bloom.
Grass and wild flowers littered the ground. The faint smell of lemon grass was smelt through the aroma of the flowers, even though no one could see it. Rocks were piled high here and there, some in large heaps, and some in small ones; and by one of the heaps of rocks stood a very large puddle of water.
Strangely enough, because the air was so warm and everything else was so summery and vibrant, there stood six mounds of snow under six different trees. It was amazing to everyone to even see snow in such a warm climate, but then again, it reminded them that it was winter after all.
"Have you seen our home?" Came a babyish voice straight into the assorted guest's heads.
"Yes we... have." Answered Kevin with awe.
"It's pretty." Sara concluded.
"We are proud of our home. Thank you." A second voice gloated. "Now to business..."
A third voice picked up exactly where the second left off. "We have some guests who would like to meet you. As you have figured already, we hope, you are not the only sentient species on this planet..." pausing a second, the voice was interrupted.
"And these other species you will meet..." a fourth voice started. "Are only the tip of the iceberg, if you will."
"Including us." A fifth voice ventured quite seriously.
Up until that point, Ami was quite, he kept all his questions and what not to himself surprisingly, since he was built like a brick shit house, but his curiosity of the whole situation was enough for a lifetime. Quite little Ami, the boy who never speaks breaks his silence of the past 25 years with a simple quite question that is close to a whisper. "Do any of them want to hurt us?" his light brown eyes traveled down along with the mop of black hair on his head.
"Those gathered tonight, Ami, are of a friendly persuasion." A feminine voice answered back while giving Ami a mental hug. "They only wish to observe and witness your arrival."
"Why?" Drew's voice rose up from the back of the crowd. "I mean... Why us? We're nothing special..."
"Oh young Drew, But you are!" a masculine voice stated with a smile in his voice. "Why is it that you found each other? Why is it that you all have the gifts that you do?"
"The fact that you are all living makes you special." Another voice picked up from where the last one left off. "And in addition, we take interest in you for a reason that you will soon learn, if you have not yet discovered, of course." Drew was not happy with the answer that he got, but he kept his mouth closed, not willing to anger these seemingly friendly people. He didn't, after all, know their intentions.
"What species are you if you aren't human?" Commander Jonathon West asked. Everyone was dying to hear the answer; if they weren't paying attention before, they now were.
"We are Seedlings." A childish voice stated proudly.
All those present looked at each other with confusion written on their faces. "And what exactly is a seedling?" asked Rachel.
"We are the children of the forest... "Began the childish voice.
"We protect it and it protects us." A second voice continued where the first one left off. "The best way to know who we are is to look upon us."
"We trust in what has been seen. Sara will look for you all, and no other." A third voice said in a very stern voice, jumping in after the second one finished what it had to say.
Sara stepped forward, a light glow shinning from beneath her eyes; her silver hair swaying in front of her translucent pale skin. "You honor me with this request, but I deny." An evil grin stretched onto her face. "I send Drew in my place."
A mental gasp was heard within the heads of those present. "But why? "The dual tone voice insisted.
"Look into my mind for the answer... and you shall see." Sara's smile grew. Her eyes, like a small halo orbiting around her head, issued a radiance of energy. And she spoke in a hallow, distant voice.
"The Rain maiden draws near,
The basket grows deeper,
And deeper.
What a tricky weave we spin?
He grows closer.
The red: The Orange: The Purple...
You shall see.
Clad in skin
It itches of sun.
Clad in moon...
It itches of purity.
White clouds billow out and in.
The constant savior.
Banish without,
The whore within.
Dive deep and see
The scorn of the sea.
Little known is found
But hands bled and bound.
Wrapped and stabbed... Peeling skin and sagging balls of the feet.
Strip back the hood
And a demon you'll meet.
But words are only that.
Keep both eyes wide...
Three tricksters wait in guise.
Green is the thicket
With very sharp teeth."
"We have seen these events and people already, young sage." The dual voice stated. "We have decided to `Allow' Drew to look upon one of us due to Sara's own rational." Receiving a mental `come here.' Drew walked towards one of the piles of snow and started to dig in it with his hands. "You are to look ,and only look."The voices warned Drew. "Sara has full faith that you will be able to create a copy of our species..."
"You will not disappoint." The masculine voice was the only voice that continued.
Drew continued digging, ignoring the veiled threat he received in his head. He focused on clawing at the mound of snow in front of him. His fingers hit icy clumps of solid white snow every time he went in to dig. After about five or so minutes of solid digging, a voice issued a warning of close proximity to a body. Drew was very careful after that, delicately feather dusting the snow away from the area he thought the body was. The funny thing was, he only found a bunch of roots and this brown thing.
Drew decided to bend down closer to the thing. He saw what looked like a very small brown baby with roots sticking out of it. It had no eyes and it had no mouth, it just lay there, like a stone, not moving. It looked almost fragile, but it had a frightening alien vibe to it. "What are you?!" Drew whispered in amazement.
"We are Seedlings" the dual toned voice said straight into his head and only into his head.
"Why were you buried under so much snow?" Drew asked with curiosity.
"We need the cold to survive. But our roots create heat. Without the cold we will wither and die." The tone answered yet again.
"I see." Drew instantly started to pack the snow back on top of the prone form of the seedling below. "I have seen too much death today; I will not let another happen, especially to one who is as close to the Earth as me." Drew smiled at the now covered Seedling body.
"We thank you kind Human." The dual voice said in complete shock at Drew's response. They had never encountered such a human before. "We admit to being apprehensive of you."
"You have nothing to fear from me... umm..." Drew thought for a second of what he should call the Seedlings and remembered that he never did get a name. "Is there a certain name I should call each of you? Or something?"
"We are one. We are the same." The dual voice explained. "Our minds are connected as one, and we have no need. We are called Les by our protectors and watchers. In their language it means `Brother.'"
Drew's eyes opened up wide as understanding settled in his mind. "I see. So you are who talked through Sara?"
"Yes."
"Will you excuse me while I update my friends please?" Fighting back the urge to ask more questions, Drew decided it best to include the others into the discovery of this new data.
"Not much time is left to squander... The Master is building his council as we speak. Time is of the essence." The dual toned voice cautioned. "You have little time but we leave you to give this information to them." Just as the Seedling finished their words of caution, Drew heard a familiar voice behind him screaming. He turned his head sharply and felt his neck muscles snap. He jumped to his feet and rushed over to where Sara was rolling around on the ground, convulsing and screaming like bloody murder. Then all of a sudden she stopped moving and screaming, and an unearthly voice instead screamed out a premonition.
"HE RISES!
HE RISES!
THE FLAMES CRY AT HIS PRESENCE!
OH BE WARY,
OH SEEK SHELTER!
HIS COUNCIL WILL GATHER
AND NONE ARE PURE HEARTED!
The minds have drifted
And my seven moons
They shall be molded
Anew.
THE KINGDOM RISES!
THE KINGDOM RISES!
There is little left to do"
Drew had a feeling he knew partially what Sara premonition meant; The Seedlings told him after all. He had a strange feeling he had to really rush his explanations to his compatriots somehow. Given that he had two different sources tell him he had too, it didn't surprise him much.
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"I see." In a triangle room with rectangular wooden desks, that one would assume were used for storing paper on and what not, a massive, but short woman stood by with a phone in her hand, speaking in an admirable favor. "I plan to be on time so don't go pushing that line on me missy!" her tone was half playful, but in reality she hated when assumptions were put on her kind: Just because one of her people set the standard in the past, now she had to live with the stereotype every day. "Very good. And what was your name?" A slight pause as a muffled voice on the other end of the line spoke briefly. "Alrighty. I will see you Miss Jade in a week or so. Bye-bye now." Taking the phone from her ear, she gently set it back on its rocker.
"It'll be grand to see him, well umm... Sense him again." The woman thought to herself as she sat down in her swivel desk chair, she began to tap happily with her feet. "Oh this is going to be so much fun! Just like the good ole days!"
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Waiting at the end of the meadows, at the edge of the forest leading to where the seedlings lived, stood six very nude and very tired looking people. Jardin D and Amare hadn't said much to one another through their very short walk, and neither really planned to. They were both relived to see the familiar faces waiting for them.
"What took you so long Jardin?" Stomping his foot lightly, Herbeax asked with panic seeping through his voice. "We have to be going. We should have been there by now!"
"Seriously guys..." a boy of barely sixteen started to say to the two new comers. His hair was dark black and looked like it lost a battle with a pair of scissors. "He's been freaking out hardcore for like... ever!" a wide smile stretched on his face. "The pain man... He showed his pain for us all to see! Way cool" Everyone looked at the boy in annoyance as the smile on the boy's face reached his eyes.
"Herbeax?" A tall woman with long white hair streaked with black asked through clenched pearly white teeth.
"Yes Bianca."
"Can we please leave Scurro behind?" Bianca's face showed the desire of her request.
"I don't think that is what is supposed to happen, Bianca. Just ignore him."
The woman revealed as Bianca gave an irritated huff of breath and puffed her cheeks out in anger. "You realize the only reason I'm not strangling that... THAT... THAT THING!!" She raised a delicate and long finger and pointed it towards the boy with a bad hair cut. "Is because I have too much respect for you, dear Herbeax." Bianca lowered her hand and glared down from her tall height to the fairly average height of Herbeax's; in order to meet his eyes. "You know me well enough by now, and you know one of these days I. Will. Kill. Him." With the last words she spoke, she gritted her teeth and trudged on ahead without the rest of the group.
"She makes a good point, Scurro." A hand settled down on Scurro's shoulder surprising him and making him jump a little. He turned his head to see that the hand belonged to Motas. "Sorry I scared you." Motas gave a light chuckle. "But really, you have to act a little bit more... well, normal. Or act differently around Bianca... your choice." With a friendly smile, Motas quickly jogged ahead trying to catch up with Bianca.
An uneasy silence fell upon the group with Motas' exit. Out of the eight within the assembled party, two were up ahead and everyone else felt slightly awkward at the exchange of words that were just shared. There seemed to be no easy worded icebreaker to solve this silence; everyone just stood in the spots they were before and were unsure as to what to do.
Finally, Herbeax had had enough. "Ok, I know this is awkward. But we have to go." He looked at each person assembled as he talked. "I can just feel it in my bones that we're late for something."
A woman with ghostly pale skin and long white hair, who was currently leaning on a tree next to Scurro decided to take this time to lend her opinion. "Then I guess we should go."
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"So..." began an up to date Dennim, but never the less, confused. "That thing you made was what a seedling looks like?" He began to massage his temples with both hands. His long messy and curvy hair was getting in the way, covering both hands.
"YES!" Responded a very frustrated Drew with the combined voices of the seedlings in everyone's heads. "What part of it don't you get? They are psychic, obviously, and aren't human, also obvious." Drew was flailing his arms about in enthusiasm.
"Yeah I know... I'm just trying to like, visualize." Dennim stated with a dreamy look to his dark brown eyes while swishing back his long curvaceous twill of golden light brown locks with a flick of a hand.
"Oookaay." Confusion laced Drew's reply. "Visualize what?"
"I'm like, trying to visualize how they reproduce." Dennim blankly stared into Drew's eyes with mock seriousness. Drew was not amused, even if a smile was creeping onto Dennim's face.
"You realize that you could have offended an entire species, right? Not cool. Not funny." Drew turned from Dennim and started to walk towards a mound of snow that occupied one of the motionless Seedlings underneath.
"We do not mind. We are willing to tell you how we give young ones life." A many voiced response came out from nowhere into both Dennim and Drew's heads.
"I don't think we need to know. It's enough knowing how children are born in our species alone." Drew let a smile slip past his lips. "Besides, weren't we supposed to meet others? Wouldn't it take up time we don't have for you to explain it to us?"
"You are right Drew." The voices stated with a smiling tone, completely ignoring Dennim's response to their question (Which was a `hell yeah! Where do you stash your junk? And how can you like, do it?' it probably was better that they ignored him after all.).
All except one of the voices quieted. The one continued. "We wanted to first make it so you all were comfortable and slowly introduce you to us, one at a time."
"However, it seems you all are coping better then thought previously." A second voice cut in. "Apparently our visions left out how understanding and accepting you are."
"It's easier to accept other sentient species in the world when the impossible has already affected your life." Drew explained. "I mean...`normal' humans, they don't have special gifts like we do. They are all like Jon West over there." Drew pointed to West, who was having a very involved conversation with Rachel about weaponry. "We didn't know what to think at first when we saw those tree things..."
"Oh... those are the people of the woods, the Wood Sprites. They tend to us, they are our guardians and it would not be possible for us to survive without their aid." A third voice interrupted Drew mid sentence.
"Right, we... we didn't know what they were. We were a bit apprehensive of them at first, but they showed us that they were innocent enough, childlike in fact. I kinda liked them. I... I really did. It's strange to think of them as being similar to me... but I never felt that close to other human beings... I always felt closer to the Earth. And...Well... They are trees after all."
"Not really trees, but Guardians of trees, guardians of the forests actually. Similar to us, the seedlings, Wood Sprites also protect the forests. One of your guides, Dan'chu, really enjoyed having company other then his brothers. His mind is screaming about how he wishes to leave with all of you when you depart." The dual toned voice kindly stated.
The female voice broke off from the others and continued. "We hope you choose to accept him, and then you too can feel a closeness to the Earth with him. He is... Energetic, but eager to please."
Drew saddened immensely, his face fell from a happy plastered grin to a sulking scowl. "We do not accept servants." Then he remembered Bob, Rob and Tom and groaned. "I mean... I...we... Our view points are against servitude."
"We know how Drew feels, and we are asking if Dan'chu can leave with your people with his own free will." A bit of amusement was heard in the dual toned voice. "But we can talk of this later." Shuffling was heard in the nearby bushes and cracking twigs were heard all around. Smells of various natures, varying from sweet and savory to rotting carcasses grew suddenly strong. "The waiting delegations of peoples to meet you have grown impatient. We require you to return with the others."
Drew turned around and jogged back towards the others. The smell was getting stronger, and the rustling was getting louder. Every human present was afraid of what was surrounding him or her.
Dakota held Chaz in his arms, running his hand through Chaz's bronze blond hair as Chaz shivered into Dakota's embrace. Dakota, with each passing second and each increasing sound took on a more beastly shape, fur started to sprout on his crème native, muscled arms, and then claws started to extend out from where his fingernails used to be. Where his masculine, beautiful orbs of light brown eyes were, transformed into yellow disks silted in with black pupils.
While Dakota and Chaz held onto one another for dear life, Ari Simply just leaned on a tree and cracked his knuckles. He truthfully didn't care; he felt he could kill anything He was apprehensive of meeting these new species, but he wasn't going to show his concern to his comrades.
Standing back to back on either side of Sara, who was still in a precog state, was both Tim and Kevin. They both felt they were easily expendable in comparison to her, who was basically giving them commands as to where to go and what to do. Kevin surrounded himself with white-hot plasma; crackling electric charges were circling around his body and connecting with his flesh. If he had any clothing left, which was barely any, it was gone with this display. Tim, even though he couldn't fight worth anything, was ready to stop time at any moments notice. He was shaking with anticipation. He was willing to drag Sara to safety if he had to, and he knew that Kevin would hold off any attacker so Tim could get her to safety.
Rachel stood, with her hair billowing around her unnaturally; it took on hot neon pink streaks in the dark forest enclosure. A black eight-pronged bullwhip was held in one hand, smoke was rising off of its surface as it whined from its sudden creation. A black tower shield came suddenly into existence in her other hand. In a blink of an eye, her white, bullet tattered clothing turned into a black leather, tight fitting jumpsuit, outfitted with pistol and riffle holsters including both pistols and riffle. Her eyes were as white as snow and black tears were pooling down her face.
Drew covered West in an Earth carapace, but the weight only made the Commander fall to the ground with a huge thump. So instead, Ami carried West off towards one of the snow banks where the Seedlings bodies lay. Against the Commander's wishes, Ami held him with his overly strong arms. When Drew looked over to where Ami had run to, he smiled at not being able to see him.
Covering himself with vines, Drew felt he was close to ready. Several hovering balls of dirt circled his head, as he paced nervously back and forth, the smell was getting stronger.
Xy decided to put his three puppets into a restful sleep; they would only slow him down in this battle. He and Dennim decided to combine their energies together. Dennim Grabbed hold of Xy's small, child-like frame and they both walked towards the shadows of the trees overhead. As soon as they stepped onto the black shapes etched on the ground, they suddenly disappeared.
With this all happening in a matter of minutes, and the varying smells and crunching of snapping twigs getting closer; the shuffling of bushes and the sound of many feet walking: defenses were up and no one knew what to do.
"They are here." Said the familiar many-toned voice in everyone's heads. "The first to greet you is here."
Editors Notes:
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1. The Master's Kingdom -- Or most commonly known as The Pre Biblical Dark Ages.
2. Pre Biblical Dark Ages -- A frightening time where beings known as the Fake ruled. Humans were used as slaves as well as many other races. Few races remember this time as a pleasant one. Humans confuse this time with utters of Hell.
4. Seedlings -- A race of pod-like creatures. They look like brown human babies with roots coming out of them in various directions if the babies had no eyes or mouths. Heat leaks out of the roots, making the living conditions habitable for a seedling. Cold environments are best for them. Snowy or windy forests tend to make great homes for Seedlings. They are psychic, and since they have no mouth, it helps with communication. They can live for thousands of years and are looked upon by most races as the most intelligent and trustworthy people.
5. Sprites -- There are many types of sprites but the four most prevalent are the Water Sprites, the Fire Sprites, the Electric Sprites, and the Wood Sprites. Each are identifiable by where they make their homes and also by how each characteristically look. Water sprites have a blue pigment to their skin, while Fire sprites have a red pigment to theirs. Each feeds on the element they are named after, and each is found living by that element.
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A small and Final Note: I really do like to hear from you guys, so please tell me what you think. Good? Bad? Any criticism is good criticism in my book. Just send me an e-mail and I'll see what I can do.
Aaron Jay.
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