Username|| Gadgetrocks
Name|| Agrabon
Gender|| Male
Gender for Breeding Purposes|| Male
Prompt|| "Lock and Key" (minimum of 500 words or 1 piece of art)
Agrabon sat in his small cabin, making a cup of tea over the small fire stove, he heard the other viscets immerging from their homes to walk to the village center, where the village officials would choose the next poor viscet destined to guard the village from harm. Agrabon hated the tradition, though it only happened once a thousand years, history had transcribed plain for any viscet to see the horrors of what happened, though he knew the cheering viscets outside wouldn't have read any of those books, of course not, they though this was all in good cheer and sport. Some even had raised their viscetlings saying it was an honor to be chosen, though it wasn't, it was internal imprisonment, a thing none of the viscets who acted like it was some sort of holiday would like. He heard a loud cheer outside as he sat down with his tea and started to flip through one of his beloved history books. "They must have chosen the next guardian." Agrabon thought lazily, sipping the hot herbal tea as the dusty smell of an old book washed over him, he sighed, flipping to the page about the Choosing, rereading the events that had unfolding a thousand years prior. Bang, bang, the noise of paws beating on a wooden door. Wow, he thought, I'm getting really involved in this book, I can hear the viscets coming to steal the one away.
"Mr. Agrabon! Open the door!" Oh gosh, there really were viscets banging on his door. He opened the door, and stared in suprise as the town guard slapped shackles over his paws.
"Just a precaution, we can't have our chosen one running away, can we?"
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The town recorder looked up from his books, looking sadly towards Agrabon being pulled towards the town square. He'd always had a soft spot for Agrabon, wanted to mentor him if he hadn't been taken, but he almost knew that Agrabon would be. He flipped back to the page where he'd written about Agrabon so many years before and read it; "Agrabon is a sweet and shy viscet, very quiet, but a very good story teller and an attentive listener. He's very book smart, as well as studious, and loves history with a passion I've never seen another viscet in this town have. Unfortunately, he's very disapproving of town culture, especially the ceremony of choosing a Guardian. Due to these traits, I fear he may be targeted.", of course he was, the recorder looked back down at the page, the big red mark labeling Agra as a threat scarring the crisp white paper. He looked up in time to see Agrabon make a startled noise as glass crawled up his body. The recorder looked away. All that was left was an extremely life-like glass statue, and some tea, still cooling next to a dusty book, left to be abandoned.
-----Chapter II-----
Arga's eyes blinked open, adjusting to the shocking brightness of the room he was in. As he stood up, he admired the craftsmanship of the detailed pillars near him, the were hewn from a foggy white crystal, carved with scenes of viscets going on adventures, using magic, fighting dragons, surviving mass floods, seeking the Underworld, exploring vast libraries. As he looked around, he noticed the whole room was made from the white crystal, even the heavy doors which stood at either side of the room. He pulled them open, walking into a large palace of a place, huge windows that stretched high into the towering domed ceilings, more crystals doors and corridors stretching out from the main hall. He gazed out a window, surprised to see odd rock formations of the crystal, with a few sparse white wooded trees, beyond that, the sky was a dome of starry blue space.
"Where in the world am I?" He whispered to no one in particular.
"Limbo." The voice cut out clear and strong, the voice of a confident viscet, "Everyone chosen comes here till they leave, this is a place above the heavens but below the stars, even the Life God, Curio lives here. Just so you know, I'm the keeper of this place, as every time someone arrives here they're confused, so Curio made me so I could help 'cets like you." Agrabon turned around to see a misty blue viscet hovering there, about five feet off the ground.
"I'm Ezra, and I'm here to help with anything you need, Mr. Agrabon." Aragon started at the foggy ' cet for a bit, before thanking it.
"Anywhere I can get some food Ezra?" Ezra nodded, floating down the hallways, Ponting out various rooms to Agra. There was a large libary, multiple stories tall, multiple nice bedrooms, though Agra and Ezra were the only people there, and many more crystal motifs and carvings. Ezra lead Agrabon to a large room, glass panes in a curved dome letting in twinkling starlight. Ezra said he'd make some food, so Agra sat down, noticing the huge book besides him.
"Ezra, what's this?" The book was huge, papers and other things sticking out of it at all angles.
" Um. Well, that's the book every guardian can use from whatever they need, spells, a diary, and cookbook. I've only ever looked in it a couple times. "
Aragon tentatively opened the book, worried it might crumple to dust in his paws, the worn leather creaking. The flipped carefully through the old, thin papers, taking in the spells, stories, drawings, and history that greeted him. He looked over at Ezra, his friend. With this many books and stories, and an amazing friend, being trapped for 1000 years with no way out, might not be the worst thing in the world.
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Extras|| (optional: 2000 words and 4 pieces of art)
Extra 1:
◻Curio◻
About a week after arriving at this mysterious place, Agrabon had tried to take his first step outside, but Ezra watched in amusement as Agra practically leaped back into the building his whole body shivering and his teeth chattering. Ezra made him some hot chocolate and left to organize the library, leaving Agra with the stack of books he'd been reading before trying to leave, some hot chocolate, and a very frozen tail. He opened on of the books, a book of maps another guardian had written long ago. Most of the maps were of places he'd seen, the areas surrounding him town, the neighboring villages, one was a map of the Had Mountains, a place he'd wished he'd have been able to go to. Then, at the end of the book, two pages were stuck together. He grabbed a cup of warm water, dipping his paw into it. He put his paw on the page and rubbed the two pages until the came apart. What lay before him was a map, few sparse trees inked onto it, the only other things on the page a white smudge. He looked closer at the page, and the smudge looked more like a castle. And then he knew what it was. Opening on of the other books he flipped to a page on of the other guardians had written. It had a detailed drawing of a white viscet, with grey eyes and glowing wings on the sides of his fur. It was Curio, the god of life. The page was basically a diary entry of when this guardian.
"I was bored and Ezra was out, doing who knows what that ghost does, so I grabbed a coat from the closet and headed out, not going exactly where. It was cold out there, but I was used to the freezing winters in town, so it didn't bother me too much. I walked for a while, not going anywhere in particular, but after about two hours, I got cold and started to walk back here, to home. But I was lost, these white mountains and white trees all look to familiar. I stumbled around for a bit my paws kinda numb, but I eventually spotted a white castle like thing in the distance, I walked over and knocked on the door, not knowing who lived there, just hoping they'd let me in to defrost my toes. I think my heart almost stopped when Curio opened the door. I never thought I'd be in the presence of a god, never the God of life. He was kind, and a pretty goofy viscet, I was the one being akward, and quickly dismissed my self once he told me how to get back here. I 'd recommend anyone looking for something to go visit him, he must be lonely sometimes. " Agrabon shut the book, taking the map book up and running to the closet. Grabbing a thick winter jacket and a satchel to slip the book into.
"Bye Ezra, I'm going to go exploring. And I am taking a coat with me." He hefted open the huge crystal doors, Agra noticing that more motifs of viscets covered the outside of the building. He walked out, his paws touching the airy white dirt or snow that covered the ground. He kicked some up and it stayed in the air for a while before it drifted back to the ground. He pulled the book back out a followed the map, weaving through the sparse white trees and over the white powdery hills. Finally he made it, a castle of pure white marble looming in the distance. Agrabon took off towards it, slipping down the powdered hills. Finally he was here. Knocking on the door, Agrabon was nearly vibrating with the thought of meeting a god, the god that had given the gift of life to nearly every viscet in Oderiegn. The door creaked open, a white viscet stepping out, his fur nearly glowing with magic.
"Hi, who are you?" Agrabon bowed to Curio, "I'm Agrabon, the newest Guardian."
"Oh, well welcome! I hate that you guys are forced to come up here, but it is nice to have some visitors who don't want to steal my magic. Come on in." Agra sat down on a white plush couch, curio sitting in a chair across from him.
"Why did they send you up here, Agrabon? All the other guardians I've met have had some interesting stories."
"Well, I studied history, particularly my towns history, and of course, they didn't like it. I knew too many dark secrets and if you know that the choosing isn't necessary, then they'll get rid of you. And I was the first viscet to try and study history for a long time, since years ago." Curio nodded sadly.
"Well, maybe in the thousand years you're here it'll change. Have you tried the srcying room? You can open a small invisible portal to see wherever in Oderiegn you want to see. You need to have a specific place, unless you want somewhere random in that general area."
"No, haven't tried that yet, I'll have to try to use that soon." Curio and Agrabon chatted for a long while, as the sun set over the white horizon.
"You don't want to walk home in the dark, it get's even colder out there." Agrabon agreed and Curio teleported him home. After telling Ezra of the adventures he'd gone on, Agrabon walked to the second story of the glassy palace, nearly collapsing into his bed. Agrabon fell into a happy sleep, happy to have made another friend in such a dull, cold place.
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Extra 2; Art (Above ^)
