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I feel like I'm five again...
But...
There's an undercurrent of something darker lurking here...
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
Wow.
Just Wow.
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Amazing.
Lord Diov has spoken.
Lord Diov has spoken a lot in the past couple of days. 
-Burning Fang
I like it! 
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I like it. Very interesting.
Awwww.... So cute.
<_< Though I do agree somewhat with Grey.
Plot senses....TINGLING.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
I sense chances of a favorable outcome increasing.
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
Characters
<3
YEY.
*The Noticer pokes the Wonderer* ....<.<
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
XD; I definitely thought about that after I had decided on the name.
And yay! I'm so glad I didn't screw it up. :3
((Firstly, I must warn you that this may contain spoilers and, due to how dang hard it is to find out anything about them, inaccuracies regarding the Shadow Shard and the Rularuu. Please, can we have REAL Shard missions? Not everyone has the time and patience to do the task forces, y'know! D
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((. . .Ah, but anyways. XD))
((Here's a little story I wrote about the origin of one of my characters. You probably haven't met him yet, and this isn't exactly going to tell you what the character is like now, so just read and don't bother wondering about that. :3 Hope you like it.))
Once upon a time. . .
Far off in the distant reaches of the Shadow Shard, the strange dimension where the terrible god Rularuu resided, shattered into the pieces that form the Army of Rularuu, there were little creatures called Natterlings. The Rularuu were many in number and took many shapes, though all were of Rularuu. There were the Brutes, huge and powerful and bound by honor; there were the Wisps, clever and deceitful and elusive; there were the Sentries, strange and unwavering and ever watchful.
And then there were the Natterlings, and they were the least of all of Rularuu. They would leap and bound and flutter all around, finding little pieces of things and taking them for Rularuu. They were silly little creatures, chattering in their own strange garble as they did the same things they had always done, day after day, never wondering if there was more to life than all of that. After all, that was not their job. Rularuu had others to wonder for him.
And yet, one day, a Natterling wondered.
Why are we here?
What do you mean, why are we here? another Natterling said, hopping up behind the one who had spoken. For of course the Natterlings were perfectly able to understand each other.
I want to know, the first said. It makes me wonder a lot of things. What else is there? Does everyone go around and find things to take for Rularuu? Is that all anyone does? Surely it cant be.
The second regarded him in disbelief. What are you talking about? You arent supposed to wonder. Thats not what we do.
But thats what I want to do, said the first.
* * * * * *
And so in time, the little Natterling who wondered began to be known as such. Now all his friends called him the Wonderer. And even that was strange, for the Natterlings did not usually call each other anything at all. They did not need to. They were all of Rularuu, after all, were they not?
Wonderer! called the Natterlings. Where are you going?
The Wonderer was flying off into the distance. Im going to see what else there is! he called back, and the others protested behind him as he flew off into the distance.
Hell be back, the others said. No matter where he goes, hell still be here. We are all trapped here because Rularuu is. He cannot really leave.
* * * * * *
Master. . . someone is here to see you, a Wisp hissed, guiding the little Wonderer along the sleek floor of the Chantry. He had come this far, and Faathims guards had seen him and brought him before the Kind One, a great aspect of Rularuu.
You are here, little one, Faathim said, staring down at the tiny creature before him. Your place is not here. You are called to roam and play and find little things and take them for Rularuu. That is what you are for. Why are you here, wondering? You were not made to wonder.
Why not? the Wonderer said, and the Wisps muttered to one another darkly.
You are wondering about that, now, Faathim said. I realize you want to be someone besides yourself. You do not want to be merely of Rularuu. You want to be something else, find something more.
The Wonderer nodded, wondering what the Kind One would say next.
. . . But you cannot, Faathim said at length. I am afraid that you are of Rularuu. . .and will always be of Rularuu. There is nothing else.
There is! There is! the Wonderer objected. I know there is. . .
. . . Wonderer. . . Faathim said, the Wisps glaring pointedly at the little creature, I am sorry for you. But you must not try to change what cannot be changed. . . this, I fear. . . I know all too well, myself. Please. . . do not do what I once did.
* * * * * *
Why not? the Wonderer muttered to himself, sitting in his little cave with the other Natterlings as always. Why cant I wonder? What would happen?
Hes just wondering more and more! another Natterling said worriedly. We have to stop him from wondering so much. Well guard the cave door. If he cant get out of the cave, eventually he wont have anything to wonder about, and hell be like the rest of us.
And so they did, and the Wonderer grew sadder and sadder, trapped in his little cave, wanting to leave and see all the things he was wondering about.
* * * * * *
And then, a few days later, something finally happened.
Everyone! There are strangers coming to our cave! the Natterlings cried. They have shiny gold armor, and long things that kill. . .
You creatures hold back the designs of Lord Nemesis! came a cry from outside. You must all be culled!
And the Natterlings rushed out to fight against the strange soldiers that were trying to drive them out, and many died, though none mourned, for they were all the same. And Nemesis was the one driven back in the end. Yet no one remembered the Wonderer, anymore.
He had followed the others to a strange shiny place where Nemesis was coming from. And at the end. . .at the end was a door, a way to another place! There were other places after all, then! He had to go through!
And the little Wonderer shot at the door, right as the others descended on it and it closed. Now there were only little pieces, and with Nemesis beaten, the Natterlings took the pieces for Rularuu, like always.
Except for one.
. . . Why do I have to take this for Rularuu? the Wonderer wondered. I dont want to. Im going to take it for me.
* * * * * *
And so, the other Natterlings had soon forgotten all about the Wonderers wondering. But he was only keeping it a secret. For they were soon raiding Nemesis all the time, since the Prussian Prince of Automatons was trying to get a foothold nearby, and Rularuu did not want that.
But the Wonderer was not worrying about Rularuu. Now he was taking more and more things for himself, and he piled them all in a little cave no one else knew about. And he looked at the little pieces from the doors Nemesis had, and he tried to figure out how they worked. It was all very confusing. He didnt understand any of it. . . but he didnt give up.
If Nemesis could leave this place, then so could he.
* * * * * *
Where is the Wonderer? the Natterlings exclaimed. We havent seen him for ages! We have to find him! What if hes wondering again?
And so all the other Natterlings searched far and wide for the Wonderer, but he was in his secret little cave, and it was a long time before they found it.
He was floating in front of a huge pile of all the things he should have taken for Rularuu. It was a mess, and none of it made any sense. But in the midst of the pieces was a replica of the doors Nemesis had, the portals to other places, cobbled together from junk. And the others were appalled.
Wonderer, what are you doing? That will never work! Only the shiny soldiers we fight can use those, and you dont know how it works!
Im finding out how it works, the Wonderer replied. Im going to find out how everything works. Because Im tired of being the Wonderer, and never knowing the answer to anything I wonder about. Now, I want to be the Finder.
But. . . the Natterlings said, and then they were shocked as the Wonderer threw one last piece into place, and the portal roared to life, the shimmering curtain that took you somewhere else dropping down from the top. It was sparking, and pieces were floating everywhere, but it was working. Somehow, he really had figured out how it worked.
Thatll never stay together! the Natterlings protested. You cant leave! Where are you even going?
I dont know, the Wonderer who was now going to be the Finder replied. Anywhere that isnt here. And it doesnt need to stay together. I dont want to come back. Ill figure out how to be wherever I end up going.
. . . But you cant go. . . the Natterlings yelled, though he was. The Wonderer was stepping into the curtain even as they said it, and they were too afraid to come near, for they could not even wonder what would happen, let alone find out. Youre not supposed to do this! You are of Rularuu!
No, Im not, the Wonderer said as he disappeared into it, going who knows where, not that the others could even wonder, only knowing he was gone forever. And the portal collapsed behind him, and the others scattered, but they just caught his last words hanging in the air.
Im not of Rularuu.
Im of me.