Bound To Be Jan 9, 2023 19:56:42 GMT -5
Post by Nervan & Friends on Jan 9, 2023 19:56:42 GMT -5
|| Nervan’s PL: 12,000 ||
The universe held many odd things; odd numbers, jellyfish, pineapple put on the wrong kind of pizza, but perhaps not many things more odd than the unbound accidental creation of the Griseo Arcanum silently making its way through the stars. They had been all over, for the last few decades, wandering, seeking out something known only to them. They had made allies, enemies, been revered, been hunted, but none of that lasted, not really. Many allies left or died, their enemies chased away or perished in some other manner, reverence died out and hunters lost their trail eventually.
Only recently had they found stability in a few true friends, a few odd sorts, strange in their own way, they were persistent constants in the life of this strange entity, though currently those few were off somewhere else for now, tending to their own agendas.
In an aimless yet paradoxically purposeful way, the entity took notice of a comet. They had seen it every now and again, but paid it little mind until one of their close friends had told them a story, an old forgotten legend, something of a nursery rhyme, if something from old Sadalan culture could be called that. The story said that there was a comet hurtling through the universe that contained within it a horrible destructive power, the one said to have brought Sadala to its doom many years ago.
Staring at the comet as it passed close by the moon they were standing on, the stranger made an odd motion, before jumping with incredible force, allowing them to reach the comet and be taken in by its gravitational pull.
There was something here, they were certain, a story that had not actually been told, a story that had not only not reached its conclusion, but had not yet even begun. It was time to find out the truth behind the fairy-tale.