Interesting prompt... Watching mark.
Username|| Gadgetrocks
Name|| Agrabon
Gender|| Male
Gender for Breeding Purposes|| Male
-----Chapter I -----
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 viscera 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 left 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, surfing 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.
Ideas
- Male, named Agrabon
- Chosen one
- Guardian of Limbo
- Real body turned to glass
