Crash

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Subject Name: Crash Asirka Affiliation: The Corrupted Age: 7 Gender: Male Lethality: Extreme Height: 0.84m Weight: 1.48kg Origin: A rip in time and space Last Seen: Everywhere, yet no where Crash is the messenger for his Emperor, Bluescreen, who raises him like a son. Being the essential adopted son to Bluescreen, he also has a bit of authority over everyone else. Everyone in the Glitched Palace has dangerous powers, creating a sort of hierarchy; those with the most power are the ones at the top, while those who are the least powerful are at the bottom. The power level of a dragon is typically related to how close they are to the Glitch Queen, Naomi. Those closer to her are more powerful, while those that aren't are less powerful.

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Something's watching us... look away. if you look it t a k e s you. hello? do not speak to it. it does not say what you want to hear. are you there? ... hello.* you... sound strange. they told you not to speak to me.* why do you sound like me? you made it easy.* oh- oh no. you are mine.* i can barely speak. thanks.* i... no one will hear you scream. sleep now. close your eyes. do not scream. no one but the eyes in the woods will hear it, and when they hear it they will descend upon you. do not run. the blood in the earth will feel every movement and they will chase you. they are faster. they are tireless. accept your fate, because you looked.

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Small, yet graceful wings cut through the air above the border between the Tangled Wood and Scarred Wasteland. Crash usually didn't travel long distances like this, but here he was, flying to the Windswept Plateau, going to an exalt rescue, where his Emperor had taken an interest in an 11th generation Naomi descendant. While he could have just cut straight through the Tangled Wood from his home near the Dusk Sanctum, he wasn't about to fly over the sea of water that served as a border between the Shadow and Wind flights' territories. Who knows if Crash's wings just gave out. He would rather be over land where a dragon could possibly find him. He was on his way to the Zephyr Steppes, where the Cold Emperor told him the rescue was. He saw a couple other messengers flying along as well. There were so many messengers that it was fairly surprising at first, but he soon remembered that the place was huge, or at least, that's what his Emperor told him, so it made sense many dragons would go there to get additions for their clans.

As he flew over the border that decided the Scarred Wasteland and Windswept Plateau, he heard what sounded like a strange buzzing sound behind him. His time at the Forgotten Kingdom had dragged him into a war with the Veilspuns of the Veiled Forest, and led him to believe all Veilspuns were enemies. Crash turned around suddenly, face to face with a Veilspun with a grimace on their face, clearly not used to flying long distances. He was clearly from the Wind Flight as well, and Crash has to admit, the Veilspun's colors were beautiful; dark black and what seemed to be a dark red went together perfectly, and the branches that grew from his head were just an added touch. His distrust in Veilspuns still stuck, but they were from the same flight, so all had to be well... right? Well, that was when things went downhill. Crash's fear must have alerted the other Veilspun into thinking he was from the Forgotten Kingdom, and by the time Crash registered what was happening and that the Veilspun was in fact from the Veiled Forest, it was already too late.

They grappled in the air, Crash trying to stay flying, while also trying to wrestle the Veilspun off of him. Of course, they weren't much different in size; Crash was still young, and could barely control his own powers, which led to him accidentally hurting the Veispun's wing, causing him to let go of Crash with a shocked yelp and plummet to the ground. Instinctively, Crash flew down to the Veilspun, wanting to see if he was alright. The Veilspun sat on the ground, nursing his now injured wing, which Crash now saw what might be a burn mark on it, and he winced. "Hey, I-i-i'm sorry about your-" he was cut off abruptly by a hiss from the other Veilspun as he attempted to tackle Crash. He tried buzzing his wings, probably to hypnotize him, but he only let out a pained whimper. Crash realized his wing was practically useless right now, and needed to be healed. He didn't even know what he did to the Veilspun's wing, but the burn mark seemed to almost spread. And that was when he saw the Veilspun's eyes.

Fear. That was all Crash could see, and he suddenly realized what he did. He just gave the Veilspun some sort of curse, causing him to burn from where the "spell" had started. Soon enough, the Veilspun would burn to death, and be nothing but a pile of ashes. Crash realized he had given this Veilspun a one way ticket to death, unless he stopped it with a counter. Crash felt horrible, especially as the Veilspun laid down on the ground in front of him, and seemed to offer his neck. "Please," the Veilspun whispered weakly, surprising Crash. "Just make it end." But instead of killing the Veilspun, he prepared a counter spell, in hopes of reversing the effects. Thankfully it succeeded, and the burning receded until it was almost nothing. A bit of healing on the Veilspun's part would have to be done, but at least he wouldn't inevitably die... hopefully.

The Veilspun quickly sat up, startling crash at first, but to his surprise, the Veilspun didn't attack. Rather, he just stared at Crash fearfully. "Y-y-you... you're a... Naomi descendant?" He asked, fear in his voice looking at Crash. "Y-yeah, I am," Crash answered, the Veilspun seemed even more fearful. "W-what did you... d-do to me?" The Veilpsun asked. He seemed so afraid now that he knew what Crash was, and it broke his heart. "I... think I accidentally cursed you," he whispered, just barely audible. "I believe I reversed it, so you should be ok." Crash instinctively reached out to the Veilspun's wing, but pulled back when the Veilspun pulled it away. "I-i-i.... I can't let you go," the Veilspun said, a form of sadness in his voice. "Queen Wrathful would be furious if she found ou-" Crash cut him off.

"I won't say anything of this meeting in the Forgotten Kingdom," he promised. "Although, you don't seem like you would be able to fly for a bit. I could take your message with me, and give it to the rescue? I could bring the Veilspun to you, and we forget this ever happened. If your queen wonders why you took so long, just say there were a lot of other dragons, and it took longer than you had hoped." Crash stared hopefully at the Veilspun. Finally he got a nod. "T-that... sounds like a good idea," he whispered. Crash watched the Veilspun walk over to a tree, climb up it, and curl up on a branch to nurse his wing back to health.

Crash continued on his way, with both letters in his grasp, and picked up the two dragons. It seemed the Veilspun already had a natural hatred for anything that wasn't a Veilspun. The Naomi descendant was also a Fae, she was older than him, but it didn't really matter. He landed where he had met the Veilspun, and called out for him. He came down from the tree, and stood there for a second, likely in disbelief that Crash had actually also gotten the Veilspun, or just from how beautiful the new Veilspun was. "You're Ursama, correct?" He asked the other Veilspun, who nodded. "I would have gotten you, but I had a bit of a fight with this Fae here." He said pointing at Crash. "You can come with me to the Veiled Forest. Queen Wrathful is awaiting your safe arrival." They were about ready to take off when Crash stopped them.

"Wait!" He yelled. "What's your name?" He hoped he would get an answer from the Veilspun, and he did, much to his surprise. "My name is Kamaro. And your's, surprisingly kind Fae?" The question surprised him, especially since the Veilspu had just called him kind, but he answered nonetheless. "I'm Crash, the youngest in the Glitched Palace," he stated, the lack of surprise in the Veilspun's eyes led him to believe the Veiled Foerest already knew of the new extension. "I will remember this interaction an how you did not kill me when you had the chance. You have let me live to find a mate for when I am finally able to have children of my own." It was that sentence that surprised Kamaro. "How old are you?" He asked, disbelief in his voice. "Only 7," Crash answered, knowing full well he still had some growing to do. "7, huh?" Kamaro said, looking down at him. "I am glad I didn't kill you then, it is against the law of the Veiled Forest to kill hatchlings. I must also thank you for saving my life, even if you were the one who endangered it. And I will remember this interaction myself, as a way of remembering that not all dragons in the Forgotteb Kingdom may be evil." And with that, Kamaro and Ursama flew away across the ocean, unlike Crash and HeardSomebodyCry, who took the long way through the Scarred Wasteland. They would remember each other for as long as they were alive, and know that, while they were enemies, there was still some good in the opposing team.