My li'l Gaea gets a lot of flak in the stories I'm putting him in, but he's really not THAT bad a guy...ghost...thing.
Anyways, this is the first of my drabbles featuring the three Old Ones.
Drabble 1: And Then There Were Three
A feather moved across the pages of the leather-bound book as the purple-cloaked figure walked through the castle halls, but his path was quickly halted by a stone wall appearing in his path, knocking him off-balance and forcing him to almost drop his book. "What in the—Gaea! Take this thing down!"
Another cloaked figure peeked out at him from around it, chuckling as his ice-blue eyes glinted. "You have to ask politely, Writer. You know the rules."
The Old One known as "Ghostwriter" gripped his book tightly, but swallowed his pride. "Very well. Take this thing down, please." He said, narrowing his green eyes at him.
"Well, since you asked so nicely." Gaea grinned and moved his hand down, the stone going back into the ground as he did.
"Gaea. Writer." They turned to see a purple-cloaked teen float towards them. "…It is done."
"Pariah Dark is sealed, then?" Gaea asked.
The blue-skinned teen nodded, pursing his lips. "But not…without great price." He said, his red eyes downcast.
"What do you mean?" Ghostwriter asked, closing the book finally and going closer to him. "Explain, Clockwork."
Clockwork looked up at him. "The Old Ones who went…those that were older than us…are gone."
"All of them?" Gaea asked, walking over to him. Clockwork nodded. "You mean…we're the only one left?"
Clockwork nodded again. "Ghostwriter, Master of Reality. Gaea, Master of Form. And myself –
Clockwork, Master of Time. We are all that remains of those called the 'Old Ones'."
Gaea groaned, looking down. "They're all gone…we're all that's left. Just us three, the brats."
"No, you're the only 'brat' here." Ghostwriter remarked, looking at him.
Clockwork sighed with an exasperated roll of the eyes, not wanting to get into THAT discussion again.
"Well, at least Pariah Dark is gone for good, right?" Ghostwriter said, looking at Clockwork.
Clockwork pursed his lips and shook his head. "Unfortunately, the Old Ones only managed to seal him away. He will not be truly defeated until the Strongest Ghost appears."
"The 'Strongest Ghost'?" Gaea and Ghostwriter asked in unison.
Clockwork held up his staff, and an orb appeared above them. In it, they saw a snowy-haired man in some kind of strange attire that clung to his body in what Gaea thought was all the right places. "Okay, so when is he going to show up?" Gaea asked, looking at Clockwork.
"A long time from now." Clockwork said, waving his staff and making the orb vanish. "A very long time from now."
"Oh, try me. Give me a number, Clockwork." Gaea raised an eyebrow. "Thirty years? A hundred?"
"He will be born in the year 1991, but it'll be some time from then that he'll become a ghost and even more time before he is powerful enough to truly defeat Pariah Dark." Clockwork said flatly.
"What?!" Gaea groaned, shaking his head. "That's…forever! It's only the human year 300!"
"Well, it's a good thing we are ageless." Ghostwriter remarked, shaking his head. "I'm guessing that Pariah Dark will be sealed until then, correct?"
"Yes." Clockwork nodded.
"Good. Then that gives us centuries of relief." Ghostwriter opened his book again and walked off.
Gaea sighed and shrugged at Clockwork. "I guess he's got a point. I'm heading to my room." He walked off in the opposite direction from Ghostwriter.
Clockwork watched them go, then sighed and created an orb, where it showed a raven-haired human child goofing off with his friends. "Yes…it's only a matter of time." He said softly, waving his staff again to make it vanish before he flew off to his own private cloister.
Aww, Clockwork is already spying on Danny eons before he's even born! Isn't that sweet?
Ghostwriter has an Old One cloak right now because trenchcoats and scarves aren't a thing yet. ~ Zone
