SA: Phemix turned back to face Nariah, It was a miracle how he could keep a straight face. "Soo... wanna read or something? I got plenty of books"
EM: "...Surε. Souηds good."
EM: She waited for him to lead her to wherever the fuck those books were, excited to see what he had.
SA: Phemix lead the way to his library. As they passed through the curtains that separated the two rooms it was pretty easy to see he had quite a vast collection of books. Ranging from fantasy novels to age old scrolls.
EM: Immediately, Nariah looked over to the age-old scrolls. Her rainbow-drinker glow dimming slightly, she walked over to them and pulling a few down. She sat down on the ground, opening one of the scrolls and peering at the contents. It depicted a hooded jadeblood with shoulderlength hair seemingly preaching to a large crowd of lowbloods. Beside her stood a taller male, a large weapon slung over his shoulder with no sign on his shirt that was also hidden underneath a hood, showing flashes of a strange red-fushchia colour. The weapon was stained with teal up to even violet, but none that even came close to the lowbloods that the female was preaching to.
SA: Phemix peeked at the scroll Nariah had found, at first he continued to walk past to books about birds. It took him a moment to realize that the male trolls horns looked like his. However he had already gotten through a good portion of a book before he realized it.
EM: She peered closely at the female's horns. Baby carrots. Just like hers. She closed the scroll before reaching for the second one, which depicted the two same trolls screaming at eachother. The female was... crying? She flipped the scroll over and saw the next image, the female sobbing into the male's chest while he held her. She stared at the two pictures for a while, wondering why they looked so much like her and Phemix.
SA: Phemix blushed madly as he hid his face in the book he was reading. He had read those scrolls with phoenixdad when he was younger. He had always went on and on about how he would find the descendant of his ancestors matesprite.
SA: Phemix felt his heart skip a beat as more flashbacks came to him, all of them crystal clear.
EM: She reached for the third scroll, finding a rather fluffy image of the jadeblood hugging the mutant, pressing a kiss against his lips in a manner that mirrored the accidental kiss that happened on the way here. Underneath, in jade handwriting, was scrawled 'and the vatessa loved the-' It became too hard to read there, smudged with blood that looked like Phemix's, 'but not even she, the Mage of Space, could forsee the next event.' She turned the scroll over to see the jadeblood holding a candy-red blooded pupa, who was presumably dying. Stains that looked like tears covered this side of the scroll, and she put it down and reached for the last of the scrolls. It depicted the death of the red-fuschia blooded troll, being burned at a stake for... his crimes? The jadeblood, holding the dying candy-redblood, was crying, reaching out to him with bruised hands with a chain around her neck. She suddenly got flashbacks of a burning flame and a crying boy, and tears streamed down her face. She didn't even realise it.
SA: Phemix put the book he was reading back on the shelf, he then just sat and closed his eyes. The pictures replaying in perfect detail, the fire, the crying trolls, and something else. A missed detail perhaps. A phoenix rising from the searing heat as the last of the ashes blew away. A sign of new life and rebirth.
EM: She suddenly remembered water. A fuckton of water. A fucking armageddon of water. She remembered drowning. Like, a lot of drowning. She remembered... Dying. She shook the vision out of her head, looking back down at the scroll. She flipped it over, only to gasp lightly at the picture. It was the male troll again, lifting her off the ground and hugging her close. In small handwriting in the corner, it said 'Stay strong, and try not to get yourselph hurt, you dork!' in block capitals and in a colour like Phemix's blood.
((I was SA while my friend was EM.))
((A year ago we saw this amount of typing as an impossible feet))
((Stay strong my friends, you'll get there sooner then you think!))
