If you, the reader, have become invested in this story do not worry for it is you who will decide the ending. The outcome for Selph lies in your hands, but first you must answer one question to determine the ending:
If the Guardian were to stop trying to change things and just tried to grow one plant what do you think would happen:
A - If she put all her efforts into just one place I’m sure something beautiful would grow.
B – Some ‘thing’ would probably grow but it wouldn’t be perfect or beautiful.
C – I don’t think anything would grow, or if something grew it wouldn’t last, everything is too fragmented and broken.
Your answer will take you to Part 5 A, B or C, respectively. Remember, you chose this outcome.
There was nothing but venom and darkness all around, she could feel hatred and pure seething hunger encompassing her body. But somehow she wasn’t dead.
Suddenly she was choking as if underwater, instinctively she swam until her head pierced the surface and she gulped in breathable air. She was shivering and shaking uncontrollably but somehow she managed to climb out before flopping on a coal black rock. And it wasn’t the only thing that was black; she was covered in a substance like midnight black treacle. It clung to her body in a stubbornly sticky manner. It wasn’t just on the outside she could feel it inside too. It slowed her body down, sitting in all her limbs, her lungs crackled with every breath. She crumpled over choking and spluttering, coughing up great lumps of black goo. It splattered all over the rock at first dripping innocently before burning and sizzling through the rock like acid through flesh.
The words echoed around the Guardian and for a second she wasn’t sure who had spoken, but of course it was the only other being here.
“I’ve missed you too.” She said truthfully before emptying her lungs once more.
“What do we do?” She asked. “I’ve tried everything...”
“No, they don’t make sense any more, the magic is all wrong.”
But the Maw pressed feelings of insistence into her. Still covered in black goo she flicked through the spell book, all of it was still total gibberish... apart from one spell on the last page:
Of course! It was the only spell untouched because her partner had never been dead, he’d been here the whole time. The Guardian shakily stood up and cast her spell. After a few discerning minutes nothing happened but then her companion surfaced and climbed onto the rock next to her. It was her best friend but not as she remembered. He moved with a limp and his wings were reduced to their skeletal structure. He’d never fly the way he used to. The trace of a smile settled in his eyes.
Together they walked the land of Selph and in every footprint they left behind grew tiny multicoloured mushrooms and all manner of single celled creatures who over time metamorphosised into darkly beautiful fey faeries and dragonflies.
As time passed in a timeless manner the once alive Maw transformed back into a lifeless canyon. It gradually started to fill in like wounded skin tissues trying to heal. It wasn’t easy, and in their time apart the guardians now spoke different languages resulting in many hostile arguments. But eventually, wordlessly they came again to understand one another.
Though he could no longer fly, the restored Guardian could move through the earth like water whenever he wished. And so he from beneath and she from above painstakingly knitted Selph back together.
Selph never truly healed, its cuts and scars still plainly visible and the weather as erratic as ever. The canyon became a valley through which a new magical river ran. Instead of the Maw it became known as Moor Valley and it was there that life flourished first. Huge mushrooms, higher than titans grew spreading magical bioluminescent spores in every direction. Mighty oaks and borogoves grew into a staggering forest spreading for countless acres around the valley. The black shadowy plants still grew but they were no longer mouldy, their leaves glittered in every shade of indigo and their flowers were a midnight phthalo black. Stars appeared in the sky again through night as bright as before, and rainbow firestorms danced on the horizon.
Eventually Selph became strong enough to support all the powerful beings that once lived here. Dragons returned to the skies, phoenixes guarded every fire, unicorns soundlessly galloped the forests. Pegasus, cockatrice and shape-shifters reappeared, even the humanoids came back. The world was anything but peaceful and there was never truly any harmony, all the creatures were too powerful and their voices too strong, regular discord and dissonance storms descended. But united the Guardians of old resolved conflict and settled the weather where possible. She swept her wings and he shook the earth and the land of Selph found precarious balance once more.
Selph: Part 5B – Potential
The Guardian floated like driftwood through the abyss. Though nothing felt right at all, weirdly it felt like home. Opening her eyes shadows of the land above rippled before her. They appeared far away as if cast on the sides of mountains but reaching out her hand she found she could grasp them and examine them for a time before they burst in her hands and dribbled disgustingly down her limbs.
It was thick and dense and dark down here, it felt like trying to move through black syrup. Suddenly all the shadows turned their awful faces toward her staring with absent eyes. They were everywhere, in all directions, even below and above. Though initially disconcerting there was no overwhelming fear. In all that had already happened, how could these shadows be any worse? They meant nothing.
Swimming in a direction she hoped was up she snarled at the shadows as she passed them, when she finally breached the surface it was impossible to tell how long she’s been gone. Only exhaustion seemed to suggest any length of time. Fatigue sat defiantly in every limb as she climbed to steady ground. Sleep overtook her and when she woke there was but one emotion in her heart; disdain of the purest kind. As she stood up and gazed at the inside of the canyon she hated everything with irrational vengeance. It started deep within her core and exploded into every fibre of her being until she was pounding on the canyon walls, clawing at the rock with her talons and ripping great chunks of flesh away.
“I hate it! I hate it here! This place is so unbearable! You’re unbearable! I’m unbearable! I can’t exist here! I can’t! And it’s your fault! You destroyed the land, took my friend and ate everything we ever built! I’ve battled the darkness too long, now I’M THE DARKNESSAND I HATE EVERYTHING!!!” Soon her ravings weren’t even words, just primal screaming and snarling. She flew up and down the inside of the canyon cutting it with razor talons and wings. Every cut revealed bodily flesh beneath, white and blue and red and pouring with thick blood. The Maw growled in retaliation its empty mournful roars filling the sky. It shredded the guardian to ribbons, but they were too evenly matched. When both were broken, bleeding and bruised she landed on the top edge of the canyon between its huge rocky teeth. Apart from herself and the canyon there was nothing else here, everything had been eaten. There was just miles and miles of intangible nothing in all directions.
“This is it.” She said defiantly, bloody spittle running from the corner of her mouth. She pulled out an Obsidian Dragon-bone dagger in one hand, and her heartstone in the other.
“Either we find a way through this or I am going to end everything right now!”
The Maw quivered in response. “Do what you will. Nothing Matters.”
“Nothing matters for me either, and everything we had can never come back.”
Silence stretched out between them seemingly lasting for a millennia.
“But what if we could make something else?”
The Maw rumbled deeply, like a cat purring or a lion preparing to growl she wasn’t sure.
“We could create something else, but not separately. We belong together, not apart. Throw your heartstone in.”
The Guardian examined it glinting in the eerie light. The heartstone was the most precious part of her body, as was her kind’s genetic make-up. It was to be protected at all costs, and it could only ever be given, not taken. Looking at it the entirety of her life flashed past her, but now she found the heartstone meant nothing to her. It was... an inanimate object.
Without feeling she dropped the heartstone and watched it fall through the canyon into the abyss. As it disappeared in the darkness a weight that she never realised she was carrying disappeared. All the splintering pain in her torso vanished and she felt like she could breathe and see again... though Selph was much darker.
The dagger became a paintbrush and from where she was standing she swept it in broad strokes creating a horizon, a serene sky and land. She flew allowing feathers, scales and skin to fall becoming the beginnings of a new Selph. At the end of her flight she flicked her paintbrush creating a brand new star splattered sky.
Growth was slow at first, for a long time all that grew were mushrooms; tiny tar black mushrooms covering the starkly flat floor. It was a long long time before the land began to crease and fold making hills, mountains and valleys. Then all the water fell from the ocean in the sky and landed on the earth making rivers and waterfalls anew. After that the plants started growing, they snuck out of the ground with long vines but all were inky black. In fact everything was black; every shade of black imaginable. Trees grew gnarled and huge with charcoal trunks and exquisite glass ebony flowers. They bore black leaves and midnight fruits, berries, and nuts.
The radiation and the magic remained mingled but it settled into a new way of being, finding new routes through the land and opening up mighty magic waterways. The magic flowed freely, thick and black for all to use. Mythical wildlife appeared; black rodents and bats, griffons, colossus, dragons and unicorns; all of them black. Then came new ethereal faerie folk with black lace wings and gnarled and twisted faces. Their oaken hands and anciently dark magic transformed Selph into mighty natural palace that spread across the land.
Finally a whole host of new creatures evolved out of what was there, chaos shape-shifters, feathered humanoids, and sentient plants, with their black leaves and feathers and magic. Every being was exquisitely, beautifully dark, built on a foundation of irrationality that resulted in hideous battles. Titans clashed, dragons roared, and storms struck, it was a snarling tangled mass of ferocity.
Selph became a dangerous black magically infused chaos that hung in delicate balance. When the balance tipped too far one way or the other the Guardian righted it. It barely resembled the land it had been before, but there was life. It was black and black and black for a long time, it wasn’t until several eras later that for no reason what-so-ever the trees produced deep rainbow blossom, and the mushrooms released spores of all colours so that when the Guardian viewed the world from above it appeared to her as a black canvas speckled with colour.
There was faint music coming from somewhere, long mournful calls in a chest piercingly painful key. The melody spilled out in minor, echoing as if played down long stone corridors, but as the Guardian strained to hear more she couldn’t tell if the music was coming from somewhere outside or whether it was inside her head. She listened with mild interest; mostly confused as to where the sound was even coming from.
She manoeuvred her way around, it wasn’t really flying or swimming but she moved weightlessly somehow. Looking around she saw bubbles with movement inside. Catching one, she tilted her head as she examined it in her hand. They were memories; bubbles with all the memories of Selph in them. She floated for a time, catching and watching them, seeing the beauty that had been, the destruction that was, and the land tearing itself apart all over again. But it was as if they were happing to someone else, somewhere else. Not to her and not here.
One bubble contained footage of some small creatures when the ground had first torn open just before her partner had died. They were small black creatures with funny long fingers and giggly cackles; like a hyena’s. She’d once known their name but it eluded her, as if someone had just stolen that information from her head. They were scampering about up and down the trees collecting fruit. She saw it from their perspective, low to the ground clutching a fruit prize in one hand before them. Then the sky opened up with fire the ground shook and there was heat and fire everywhere. She watched as if floating just behind each one, as they died one after the other; their tiny lungs coughing out ash and smoke. It would have been unbearably sad but it seemed as if someone had stolen her ability to care as well. She observed, detached as if she were watching something dull and monotonous. The sadness couldn’t seem to get to her.
At some point she must’ve closed her eyes and slept, or drifted, or both. Her body weightlessly floating through the black space, it would have felt pleasant if she were able to feel anything. Day after day she drifted; neither directing herself nor caring about where she ended up, until she woke up and found that the gravity was back. Opening her eyes she was suddenly blinded by the presence of stuff in front of her. After floating in the nothing, all the ‘stuff’ seemed incredibly loud. Allowing her eyes to adjust she saw she was on a rock in the bottom of the canyon, the nothingness stretching endlessly below forever. Above angry clouds crackled and rumbled with the threat of a thunder storm. The guardian watched, but somehow it all just seemed irrelevant now.
With an experienced swoop she soared out of the canyon and walked bare foot across the sand, rocks and shards of opal glass. It was windy around her, sometimes it rained, but even though she could see the wind and the rain drops touching her body she couldn’t feel them. It was like an invisible wall blocked her off from everything. The Guardian just walked, and walked and walked, not using her wings, she walked pointlessly, endlessly and without purpose. Around her Selph seemed to be having another go at Life. But it was if it wasn’t happening to her, She watched grass and mushrooms grow, tiny insects appeared with their metallically coloured bodies reflecting the light. It’s just that it all meant nothing to her. Once ‘growth’ had meant something to her, she could feel the echo of her past self, that saw new life as positive and hopeful, chance, potential...but all that was gone now, it was just stuff happening. She continued her pointless walking, treading on flowers, rocks and bugs without thought or remorse.
Over time small life became bigger life, tree’s and birds reappeared along with all manner of bizarre creatures that she’d once known the names of but now just couldn’t seem to recall. Sometimes she sat and watched, sometimes she just sat glazed over staring through everything rather than at it.
After an indeterminable amount of time had passed she suddenly realized that Selph had stabilized into a massive sprawling city. It buzzed with life and activity, though she couldn’t remember how or when it had got there. Some part of her registered that Selph had stabilized without her constant interfering. Maybe she wasn’t needed after all. Maybe she’d never been needed. Maybe her and her partner hadn’t been watching over Selph like protective guardians but had monopolized it as powerful dictators. Or maybe they’d answered its every beck and call as if they were slaves to it... it was impossible to tell now.
Not that it mattered anymore.
Over time she noticed that everything seemed greyer, the guardian felt trapped in the middle of a thick cloud, unable to get out, but not wanting to anyway. Everything was exactly the same but it wasn’t right. All the creatures had become automatons; their spark of life had gone.
One day the Guardian assumed the form of a daughter of the forest with vines for hair and thick bark scales down her back. The forest was full of life but something felt off, she watched with narrowed eyes as she trod through the thick sprawling plant life. Birds sang wilfully, small felines caught rodents, she saw a wolf pack bring down a stag, but all the reactions were delayed. Sometimes the creatures paused for too long or seemed to freeze mid movement. She climbed a fallen tree overgrown with thick moss and tangles and sat for a while. As dusk drew a forest snake wound its way around the tree and sat beside her. It was so long it coiled around the trunk thrice and there was still more to spare. It raised its head to her eye level.
“The forest is making me sad.”
The Guardian sat still, aware she was being spoken to but unable to think of anything to say in return.
“None of them are real. It doesn’t matter how many mice I eat, I’m never full because there’s nothing there.”
There was truth in his words, the eyes of all the animals were hollow, the trees had no souls, the water had no reflections. She leapt down and spoke to a raven. It said all the right things but it was if it was reciting them rather than responding spontaneously. Then all the ravens laughed, but it was if their laughter was stuck in a loop, she could even hear the weird way the sound morphed as the loop finished and it started from the beginning again. She felt instantly cold on the inside; a dark frosty well opening inside her stomach.
Then she saw the stag, it was munching grass, but it was the same stag she’d seen the wolves bring down earlier.... she recognised the pattern of the antlers. He chewed the grass thoughtfully but as he raised his head she saw there were three copies of the same stag, all standing in the exact same location. The back of her neck prickled.
She saw the flower garden and from a distance it appeared normal, though eerily still, like someone had frozen the wind. As she drew closer she saw that everything was the right shape but was all coloured in wrong. The roses looked as if they were made of rotting flesh; the blood lilies dripped with real blood, the blue bells were textured like tree bark in a weird repeating pattern. The snow drops were black but it was like someone had scribbled on the black with a crayon.
When she passed by the snake again on her way out of the forest it hadn’t moved, its head frozen in the exact position she’d left it in. Her chest tightened.
Outside the forest she assumed her usual form and flew to the city. She hovered invisibly through it observing. The laughs were too long or too shrill, the footsteps too loud, none of the people looked at each other when in conversation their gaze slightly to the left. And no one’s shadows matched, as if the sun were in a different position for each individual. She landed softly, dispelling her invisibility. Someone walked up to her but instead of stepping around or saying excuse me they just stopped and stood, swaying gently as if waiting for something. She reached out and touched the side of his forehead. The person didn’t react but as she made physical contact he instantly shattered, crumbling in on himself like a broken vase unable to support itself from within. Then the others around them shattered, then the buildings... Everything was hollow inside.
The Guardian stood still for a second watching Selph crumble before flying into the sky. It was as if she’d started an avalanche.... everything in all directions crumbling, faces caved in on themselves, trees shattered like fragile pottery.
Everything had been hollow. Everything had been a shell.
Looking around Selph was blanketly flat in all directions... there was no littered remains of pottery fragments even the canyon had vanished. It didn’t seem real. Suddenly she noticed a huge black thorn in her chest. It was in so far it was coming out her back. Where had that come from? How long had it been there? She jerked trying to dislodge it, It looked like it ought to hurt but she felt nothing. When she finally extracted it she collapsed feeling inexplicably weak.
The pain had gone... A pain she’d totally forgotten about because of how long it had been there.... she’d been so used to it that she’d stopped noticing, but now its absence was starkly noticeable. The thorn shrivelled up in front of her withering into a poisonous crumpled husk. She felt like a husk herself. Selph was a husk.
There were tears streaming from her eyes though she felt no actual sadness. There was nothing inside... even she was now a shell.
She pulled out her heartstone, studying it carefully with her hawk eyes. Once it has sat a precious gem in her body, reflecting glittering light of all colours. Now it looked like weathered rock with holes in. It was unbelievably light as well, it used to be weighty in her grasp. Then she was still, the heartstone in her hand, and she stayed there for a long time.
There was nothing, the heartstone meant nothing to her now. It was an inanimate object incapable of anything. Her eyes blinked slowly... she was so tired... so very very tired. She squeezed her thumb and fingers together around the stone, it crumbled into a chalky dust without much effort on her part. It had must’ve been long dead inside her. It didn’t feel like dying... she just sort of stopped.
A winged statue in a flat land, as dawn broke the statue broke into fragments like a pottery casing. There was hollow emptiness inside. The wings crumbled, the eyes fell away, every long limb cracked and shattered into a pile. Then the land vanished, and the sky... everything was gone. The Guardian, and Selph were no more.
