In this chapter, I only own Blessa, the GabriSpiratu, Rebmaob, and Unitra. Curso is my name for the Great Devourer, and the younger siblings are the ancestors of the Serpentine, so I sort of own them and sort of don't. IDK. Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

Ch.2: The True Past Part 1: The Origin of the Serpentine

Pythor opened his eyes again when the light vanished, and he found himself and the Generals in some sort of jungle. He was in shock when he saw that he could see right through the Generals and himself like they are ghosts.

"Wha—What happened to us?" he cried, looking over his transparent body.

"These are the shadows of our past," Blessa answered. "No one can see or hear us." The five of them turned to see the Angelic Uniter with them, shrunk to Pythor's size.

"Like in The Christmas Carol," Acidicus replied. "I love that classic." The others didn't make a response; they know that reading is one of their comrade's hobbies.

"You could say that," Blessa chuckled before getting to the point. "This is a jungle from a very, very long time ago. This is where and when the Serpentine came to be." Before anyone could ask what she meant, a tiny creature scurried past them. It looked like a human, but with ears of a rabbit on his head to replace his human ears. He also has the back legs and the fluffy tail of a rabbit. Skalidor shook his head with shock.

"Did you guys see that?" he cried, pointing at the human/rabbit creature. "Please tell I'm not the only one who saw that!"

"I saw that too," Fangtom answered before he spotted a bird creature in the tree. It looked like a falcon but with a human head and human arms and hands on top of the wings.

"What's going on here?" Skales asked as a human fox ears, a fox nose, and a foxtail walked by along with a faun with deer antlers and the tail and legs of a deer.

"This jungle is the home of the GabriSpiratu," Blessa answered. "The Angels of the way."

"I've heard of them," Pythor replied. "They are spirits taking on the form of animals and/or human/animal hybrids and who serve as guides to those who have a destiny ahead of them…most of them spiritual destinies."

"Yes," Blessa replied. "It is from one of these GabriSpiratu that we were born."

"We were born of a Spirit Guide?" Skales replied in awe.

"Long before Spinjitzu was born," Blessa answered. "Our father was a GabriSpiratu named Rebmaob."

The six of them turned to see another GabriSpiratu slither forth. He looks like Pythor but orange with amber gold eyes. He also has the hood of a cobra on his back like a pair of wings, and his tail is tipped with a rattlesnake rattle. His torso was also very muscular. The Generals couldn't help but gaze in awe.

"That is our father?" asked Fangtom.

"Yes," Blessa answered. "Rebmaob was the snake GabriSpiratu who can take on the form of many snakes. This is his true form." As Rebmaob slithered away, the others followed him into the jungle as the Angelic Uniter continued her story:

"Before Spinjitzu came to be, Rebmaob was a lone but good-spirited GabriSpiratu. He would do all he can to guide destined ones down the right path and do the right thing. He also has many great powers which you would all be familiar with." A thought then came to Pythor.

"Wait. You say he is our father. But…who is our mother?"

"We are approaching her now," Blessa answered. The Generals stopped at a clearing to find a human maiden by a spring. Her long hair going down to her knees was as black as Skalidor, and her eyes were as blue as Skales. Here lips were as red as Fangtom, and her tribal clothes were as green as Acidicus. And the crown of irises on her head was as violet as Pythor.

"Our mother," Blessa explained. "A beautiful tribal girl named Unitra, gifted with a loving heart and the talent of playing the flute."

"Our mother was a human?" Skalidor said in awe.

"Wow, didn't see that one coming," Acidicus stated. "But how did they come to be together?"

"Watch, and you will understand," Blessa answered. The group watched as Rebmaob gazed at Unitra in awe, enchanted by her beauty and the music she played on her flute as she sat by the spring. He then transformed into a yellow cobra and slithered up to her, stopping to coil by the spring and sway a bit to the music.

Unitra stopped when she spotted the cobra and looked at him with amazement when he did not attack her. Smiling that he only wants to hear her music, she started playing again, watching him as he danced to her music. Pythor couldn't help but smile at the scene before them.

"Our mother's quite the snake charmer," he stated softly. When Unitra stopped playing and the cobra stopped dancing, it grew and morphed back into Rebmaob, who helped then helped the surprised girl up to her feet. He then took her into his arms and kissed her on the lips, but the girl didn't pull away. When they pulled apart, Rebmaob gently picked Unitra up bridal style and slithered slowly deeper into the jungle, the girl's head resting on his shoulder.

"It was through both her beauty and her music that Rebmaob fell in love with Unitra and took her with him as his wife," Blessa then said, "and Unitra returned his love because his love for her was true. It was through their love that we were born." A twister of light swirled around the six of them as the jungle vanished.

When the twister vanished, Blessa and the Generals found themselves by an ivory temple standing by the ocean, possibly Rebmaob and Unitra's home. By the beach, said couple watched as some little creatures played in the sand and the water.

"After they were married," Blessa said to them, "Unitra gave birth to seven children, four boys and three girls, each born with a gift given by Rebmaob. The first two were twins." She then nodded to the creature that looks just like her but smaller and younger, playing with her five younger siblings. "I was the elder of the twins." Her gaze then turned to what looked like a smaller, younger version of the Great Devourer watching his siblings play lazily but with a bit of anger in his eyes at how noisy they are. "Curso, my brother, was the younger."

Blessa then turned to the five younger snakes playing with her younger self, as did the Generals. The five Serpentine couldn't believe their eyes. They look almost like smaller versions of themselves, right down to the tails replacing the legs.

"Our five younger siblings came to be the founders of your Tribes," Blessa said to the Generals, tears flowing down her face at how much she missed her siblings. "The tribes were named after them to carry on their memories and legacies." Pythor turned to the violet Serpentine child laughing and hugging Young Blessa. He has a rainbow-colored crystal on his head and chest, and his eyes were a happy fuchsia.

"The eldest of our five younger siblings was your ancestor, Pythor," Blessa said to him. "Anacondrai was gifted with magical powers thanks to Father. His magical abilities were then passed down to you and your people, making you the most powerful of the five Tribes." Skales' gaze landed on the blue Serpentine child playing in the water. She has ruby red eyes and long red hair, a large strand draped over each side of her front hood.

"The one born after him was your ancestor, Skales," Blessa then told him. "Hypnobrai was an excellent hypnotist, and your Tribe inherited her hypnosis." All four of Fangtom's eyes were on the red Serpentine child patting on the pile of sand. He has glowing white eyes and two heads just like him.

"After her came your ancestor, Fangtom," Blessa explained. "Fangpyre has a bite that can turn anything and anyone into a snake. Like him, your Tribe learns to be careful with his bite." Skalidor blinked with surprise as the black Serpentine popped his head out of the sand mound, catching Fangpyre by surprise and making him laugh. He has golden eyes, and muscles were forming on his body.

"His younger brother was your ancestor, Skalidor," Blessa added. "Constrictai was incredibly strong for his age and is able to burrow through anything like a pro. Your Tribe was like that as well, but they don't know his secret of burrowing through stone like in the Mountain of a Million Steps." Acidicus watched as a green Serpentine child splashed in the water with Hypnobrai. Like Constrictai, she has yellow eyes, but she has four eyes and long blond hair gathered into a ponytail.

"The youngest was your ancestor, Acidicus," Blessa then finished. "Venomari has hallucinogenic venom which she spats into the eyes of her enemies in defense, making them see their worst fears as she escapes. Your Tribe also used it as an offense later on."

Pythor slowly slithered up to Anacondrai. So this is his ancestor, the forefather of his Tribe. How he wishes he can take the little one in his arms and hug him as a father would hug his child. But he's only a shadow, a remnant of the past. And he can't hold him if he's in astral form. And yet the larger Anacondrai reached down and stroked his head slowly, his hand phasing into it partway. Anacondrai didn't seem to have noticed as he kept playing with Young Blessa. Pythor then turned to the Quetzalcoatl/hydra.

"But…if we were brothers through our ancestors," he asked the entity, "how did we start warring with each other? How did we end up terrorizing humans? What was the real reason they locked us away all those years ago?" Blessa sadly turned to the younger version of her twin, who was still giving his siblings the evil eye.

"It was all Curso's fault," she answered. "I had loved our younger siblings with all my heart, and they loved me in return. Curso, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with them. If any one of our brothers or sisters would come near him, he would lash out at them, scaring them away. I, of course, protected them, as is the duty of an older sister. I never breathed a word of this to Mother and Father because I fear they wouldn't believe me, no matter how honest I am.

"One night, as I was slithering in to check on Anacondrai and the others in their bedroom, I spotted Curso in there as well…and…" She gulped back the lump in her throat before she continued. "He was taking our brother into his coils and trying to swallow him whole. I was able to stop and fought with him as our siblings slithered away and fetched for Father, who was able to come to my rescue before Curso could rip out one of my throats. It was then that Father and I understood that Curso was pure evil, and his venom will turn anyone he bites evil, even the purest of hearts."

Pythor understood that part perfectly. He understood through spying on the ninja on the Bounty that Lloyd's father became evil when a snake bit him. That had to be the Great Devourer, or Curso as Blessa referred to him as.

"Father was enraged that his own son wanted to kill the rest of his children," the Angelic Uniter continued reluctantly, "but mother and I begged him not to kill him, for he was still family. Father agreed, for he was no murderer himself, but he disowned and banished Curso from the island that was our home. Before he left, Curso vowed revenge upon those who stood up against him. Since then, I protected my siblings and all their descendents with all my power…Then that fateful day came.." Another twister of light swirled around her and the Generals, taking them into the future of the past.