Hey guys, welcome to our co-written fic (that could possibly be a train wreck). Now I've sold this to you so well I'd like to state ChildofBabylon holds all responsibility for forcing me to write with her, so if it offends your eyes, I do apologise. She however is a fabulous writer so her parts may salvage this…
Thank you dear, you aren't too bad yourself ;) So I suppose all I want to add is this may have some original characters but don't let that put you off, this fic is going to be Rumbelle focussed (barring this setup prologue)
P.S Livvy you smell but I love you
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ChildofBabylon, Oblivvyous
Prologue
The first thing the creature became aware of was a tingling, it was soft at first but soon sharpened and began to sear through his body. A prickling sensation tore through his limbs until he encountered white hot burning. If he had the ability to cry out at this point his screech would have surely ripped apart his vocal chords.
His senses entwined with the burning one by one, each more intense than the last. Unfamiliar smells came first, increasing his panic and causing his mind to curl into itself before exploding once again as his hearing crashed back to him. Amongst his own hysteria he forced open his eyes which flamed red and glared around, contorting slightly as further waves of nausea swept through him.
In the gloom offered by the thick forest canopy he was aware of… purple. A cloud was subsiding around him which bristled against his body like electricity. Summoning all of his effort the sprite hauled himself away from the tree he'd been merged with and sank to the ground, his limbs instantly disobeying him. Cursing himself internally he slammed a fist, formed of woven tree branches, to the ground and stared with disdain as he barely disturbed the dust below. He was weak, and the fog that saturated the air around him felt like a dead weight.
After a few minutes, when the fog had dissipated to a more lavender colour, the tree-like being pulled himself unsteadily upwards and took a few hesitant steps forwards before promptly falling back to the ground. For a while he sat and listened, the forest was unfamiliar, within himself he could feel something was deeply wrong. The birds were different, less diverse and the trees met him with hostility. Even the soft breeze swirling the purple haze seemed to be pushing him away.
Eventually he managed to regain enough energy to drag himself to his feet again. He persevered through the sizzling and began to climb to higher ground. His memories were returning in patches; though mostly through an incomprehensible mess that his stress-addled mind found difficult to process.
Through the whispering trees he could hear voices, with no better option he crept through the undergrowth towards them without making a sound. Nonetheless upon his approach the man, older than the woman with a cane at his side, turned to where the sprite was disguised perfectly against a tree. The creature shivered at the man who emitted a faint, murky glow visible only to the creature and its siblings.
Siblings. The sprite pulled himself further into the tree and forced himself to concentrate and pick through the memories. A cloud, similar to the one he'd sensed earlier, had ripped through his home, his siblings had fled. He'd been too focussed on acquiring goods for his mother that he'd been dragged from the Enchanted Forest. His tiny form had slammed onto the forest floor in an alien realm, the magic had been sucked out of his body and he'd had no choice but to hide. His true form would never have fit within the town and he had been far too frail to fight his cause.
The other voice, the woman, began to speak again and the sprite forced himself back into awareness feeling the tingling once again as his senses grew. Nothing could have prepared him for when he laid eyes on the woman. She shone the brightest white the sprite had ever seen. Every fibre of her being screamed pure. For a few seconds the sprite had to look away to compose himself, however he could not turn away for long. His eyes dragged back towards her form, her light was just as intense and his own eyes began to mirror.
For the first time since awakening the sprite began to feel strong. He had motivation now. He welcomed magic back into his body allowing it to swarm and corrupt his small figure as his eyes changed so rapidly between white and red it became impossible to tell when one began and the other ended. With a deep sigh the creature's limbs relaxed and his eyes drifted to the girl once more.
A heart as pure as hers would surely please his mother. He could single-handedly produce something greater than his brothers and sisters had ever achieved. Most of them had relied on bringing back children who, whilst they were mostly pure, were only pure by default. A heart that has faced corruption but still remained pure was definitely more valuable.
This girl would be able to help him leave the bizarre world and claim his place back in the Enchanted Forest, he'd surely be referred to as legend. Then, and only then, would his mother finally devote all of her attention to him.
With great effort, and a small smile he allowed one word to escape his lips, "Terra."
