Darkness as far as the eye could see, nothing but a black inky void. It was cold, but it somehow comforted them, after a long fight with the God of gods, they needed a rest.
Where were they? Was this some sort of twisted dream? They got their answer fairly quickly as they looked up to see the junk pit, but something was off… the entrance was eye level with The Knight, they don't remember it being that low. They felt, weird, they felt, stronger.
Glancing down at their hands they saw four claw-like fingers but again something felt off, they had four hands. Startled by this new discovery The Knight decided to look in the water near them, The Knight jumped as they saw eight brilliant eyes shining a bright white. They stumbled over, it was all too much for the vessel to understand. They didn't understand that this was all planned out, the Godseekers wanted this, for The Knight to ascend, to become something else, something bigger, better. A god.
The Knight's thoughts on the Godseekers reminded them that there was supposed to be one in the junk pit. How else did they reach Godhome, The Knight scoured the pit with their new and improved eyes, and they saw it. Or at least what was left of it. On the floor not too far away from them lied a slug like figure that was blackened and charred, The Knight didn't know what to think, they hadn't even realised that they CAN think. Overwhelmed by everything that was going on The Knight felt it appropriate to lie down, to clear their mind, as the behemoth's eyes closed. They jumped back up and stared into the air. What was going on? Not just in the physical world, but what the hell was going on in their head.
They felt released from whatever the Pale King did to them, they felt like their mental prison was erased and their thoughts were no longer held back. It shook them to their core. Did they like this? Was it better than being (for a lack of a better term) hollow? The Knight sat there and thought… They did like this new freedom given to them, they liked not being severely handicapped emotionally, all the memories were slowly coming back to The Knight.
A town, a cavern filled with highways, a lush green kingdom… As they slowly recounted the events that led them to this point a new problem came out of its egg closer to the surface.
The vines that were once filled with a glowing infection now lost their shine as the light began to drain from them, Hornet stood there amused she did not know what had caused this, but she had a felling that the little Ghost was apart of it. She admired the scene of the infection losing its grip on the vines a little longer with her thoughts being disrupted by a loud metallic bang.
She looked to see what had caused it and was stunned to see The Hollow Knight, their present form being a far cry from the City Of Tears memorial. Hornet saw the Hollow Knight look up at her, she felt a chill up her spine as she saw the Hollow Knight's eyes were glowing orange. As she unsheathed her needle, ready for a fight, the orange glow in their eyes was being drowned out a black liquid.
She stopped, reconsidering her choice of action, not before the mighty Hollow Knight fell to the ground unconscious. Taken aback by what she had just seen she rushed over to their "birth cursed sibling". She didn't know why she felt any connection to it, or even the little Ghost. She knew exactly what they were, and what they can't do, what they didn't have. The Hollow Knight was missing an arm with it being replaced by what looked like deflated bubbles devoid of colour. Hornet tied the Hollow Knight's legs together and began to pull them out of the temple. Where would she go now, she couldn't think of anywhere to go, she had no home of her own, but then she remembered that there was a little town above the crossroads the one Ghost seemed so fond of, although she never gathered why. She had seen the sad and dreary town for herself atop the crystal peak, it had an old bug talking to whoever, or whatever came by. A beetle that shifted constantly from a bench to her bed, and that was a little to fond of their, mindless, emotionless and mute sibling. She didn't care to see who else was there atop the peak, but she had no choice but to meet them now.
Even though the Hollow Knight was twice Hornet's size, she had no problem hauling them from ledge to ledge, but she still was thankful the well was so near. She stopped at the base of the well, thinking about how the occupants of the town would react to seeing The Hollow Knight being dragged onto their doorstep, or how the Hollow Knight would react to being dragged into a town if they were to wake up. She thought it was best to summon her soul-string and cover the Hollow Knight completely. It looked exactly like a cocoon, though it would be easier to explain a cocoon, than a massive knight. She looked up seeing the chain the connected these two seemingly opposite worlds, as she thought of excuses to get the townsfolk of her back, she heaved the cocoon up the chain and into the town.