In memory of Olyxian Diverend.
The Council wishes to thank all those who donated their time and money to the creation of this monument.
Remember, Diverend was a liar and a theif who only wished the downfall of The Council.
Everything he said he stood for was either blatantly false or morally wrong.
Do not attempt to be like him.
Good day.
Olyxian Diverend was not dead. Many thought he was. Many belived (or hoped) he was not. But that didn't actually play any role in the fact that Olyxian Diverend was still alive. He still had a few more days to live.
So he spent them in a cave. He hated himself for it, but he spent the last few days of his life hiding like a coward in a cave because he was afraid of what might happen to him if he didn't. So Olyxian died like a coward. He found his body a few days later and sighed.
"Fool." Olyxian spat. Then he turned on his heels and walked away.
Olyxian Diverend was dead. He couldn't possibly be alive. It was the middle of Winter. He had run out there wearing little more than his threadbare jacket and bright green heels. He was dead. Dead before he even died.
Crysanthia wept for him. No one else cared. Well, none but those who were foolish enough to rejoice at his death. Those people, oddly enough, died of unxplained causes within a week.
In everyone's mind, he remained a troublemaker. He had always to make a mess of any punishment he was given, to the point where he had to have instructions given to him with incredable detail so that he couldn't possibly find any loopholes. He still found loopholes.
-LINE! JEEZ, CAN YOU BELIVE HER? SHE WROTE NEARLY HALF THE CHAPTER WITHOUT US!
Click-click-click-click-click.
Bill grabbed a tree branch and pulled himself into a standing position.
Click-click-click-click-click.
"Who's there?" He called.
Click-click-click-click-click. The clicks were getting closer.
"Who's there?!" He called again. He cringed at the fear in his voice.
Click-click-click-click-click. Closer.
The branch he had been holding himself up with broke and he accidentally put weight on his broken ankle. He winced and held his breath.
Click-click-click-click-click. A little closer.
Click-click-click-click-click.
didn't seem to be getting closer anymore.
He couldn't hold his breath any longer and gasped.
Click-click-click-click-click. Much closer.
He figured whatever clicky thing was out there went by sound.
Click-click-click-click-click.
He threw a stick.
Click-click-click-
He'd hit the thing, hadn't he?
Clickclickclickclickclick. The clicks had gotten faster and much, much closer.
Maybe death wouldn't be all that bad.
Clickclickclickclickclick. It was almost here.
Then he saw it.
-OOOH! CLIFFHANGERY! LINE! COME HERE SO YOU CAN SEE HOW EVIL THIS CLIFFHANGER IS!
It took Juniper Cipher a little over an hour to figure out The Interdimensional Loops. She'd never seen it before. It was a knot dimension-traveling outlaws used for tying people up.
Fun.
She hadn't been very far off of the ground, and while she did bruise some, she was fine.
It took her twenty seconds after that to hear a clicking. Then there was a faint 'Who's there?' In the distance. Then, from that same direction, the clicking again.
She frowned. There was a second 'Who's there?'. It was loud enough this time that she could tell it was her brother. Then there was the clicking again.
Then there was a snap, and she ran in the direction of her brother the prey and his clicking preditor.