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Dazed, the tri-colored creature stumbled back into Medium.
It watched as Omer argued with a blue and black lizard thing. Then the stick-figure like half-idea strode over to Avon.
"Well, well, well. Looks like you are good for something, Avon Silvestris." Avon started. It had never told Omer its name; how did he know? "You seem to have beat up the Rift Maker, which means this tournament has already done some good. And I see you have that...knife." It said, turning a slimy shade of green as it frowned.
"Keep it, I suppose. Just don't go letting out characters from everywhere. Though you don't seem like the type to do that." It walked away.
Avon had barely registered a thing he had said - it was still in shock. Why had it done that? How? Who had given it such feelings of rage?
<i?>What am I?</i> thought Avon with horror. And what am I becoming?
---
In a far away realm of fiction, another being watched Avon through a crystal screen. It smiled. Omer may have locked her away...but her connection to her brother was deeper than any guard he could put up. Toying with him had been such fun.
"Keep him winning." She whispered to herself. "Let memories return. Then he will free me..." The creature was similar to Avon, except orange with yellow, diamond-shaped eyes and a white underside.
Then she laughed.
"And once he does so, I will kill him."
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It watched as Omer argued with a blue and black lizard thing. Then the stick-figure like half-idea strode over to Avon.
"Well, well, well. Looks like you are good for something, Avon Silvestris." Avon started. It had never told Omer its name; how did he know? "You seem to have beat up the Rift Maker, which means this tournament has already done some good. And I see you have that...knife." It said, turning a slimy shade of green as it frowned.
"Keep it, I suppose. Just don't go letting out characters from everywhere. Though you don't seem like the type to do that." It walked away.
Avon had barely registered a thing he had said - it was still in shock. Why had it done that? How? Who had given it such feelings of rage?
<i?>What am I?</i> thought Avon with horror. And what am I becoming?
---
In a far away realm of fiction, another being watched Avon through a crystal screen. It smiled. Omer may have locked her away...but her connection to her brother was deeper than any guard he could put up. Toying with him had been such fun.
"Keep him winning." She whispered to herself. "Let memories return. Then he will free me..." The creature was similar to Avon, except orange with yellow, diamond-shaped eyes and a white underside.
Then she laughed.
"And once he does so, I will kill him."
END
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