My apologies for not posting the prologue/Part 1 yet- I've been going through a very unmotivated week or two, though I promise that I'm not dropping it! I won't until I finish! But all I'm waiting on to finally get in is Joan's character, and then I'll write it and begin! ^^

Hey, Joan! Just a friendly reminder, would you please post you charrie soon so that CL can start on the solo write? It'd be much appreciated! :-)

AAAAHHHH!!!!! I'm so sorry for making everyone wait; I'll make that character right now!

Name: Anneli

Appearance: Human, but she also likes to change into a bird sometimes. Mainly crows. When human: Her forehead eye is green-blue with some brown freckles in it. The other two eyes are an extremely dark blue. Kind of like midnight sky blue. She has long flowy brown hair, with some blue highlights, the same color as her eyes.

Personality: A day dreamer, and a thinker. She's the one who speaks out, when things are going wrong, or everyone is contentious with one another. She tries to be a "leader," and keep friends together. However, the others consider her "small" and "innocent," so  she never gets a chance to really "speak out." Has a temper, so she gets flared up rather easily, but is able to keep these feelings to herself.

Extra: Loves to stargaze, knows every constelation by heart. Is just a little "younger" than the others, so she hasn't learned as much as the others have. (I hope this is ok . . )

Again, I'm SO SORRY that I haven't posted my character until now. . . so, we can start now! :)  

This is not how it works! This thread does not go on the second page! UP TO THE FRONT YOU GO!

Part 1

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“One, two, three, four, five…”

With a bored expression the figure seated in the middle of the room stared down at the slowly rotating orb beneath him, its surface dappled in reddish-brown streaks as he counted the revolutions of the planet. Dreon 4WR was no planet famed for its life forms, or even for its beauty. The large and massive sphere hung around a dimly flickering star, and would soon see its own rejection into the darkness of space once its gravitational pull severed. Still, as long as it was its own heavenly body that existed with a star…

The Head Overseer deserves better, Nadav thought crossly, drumming his light-bright fingers on the edge of a chair. The room he was in was truly only privy to the highest Overseers, and Nadav himself was no exception. One of the only Cquerrians able to manifest physical form so highly, even while in the entity, Nadav had spared no expense when shaping his main office to his pleasure. But yet, though he enjoyed all kinds of luxuries and power from being nearly the Head of the entire Cquerrian race, he was still subject to chaff. Sighing heavily, Nadav let his mind wander from Dreon 4WR for a moment and onto other matters, remembering with a wince a Cquerrian he’d had to Slash only one rotation ago for purposefully interfering with Thiri-2; their partner had even admitted to them doing it. Nadav had Slashed many times, so he was an expert at it, but during it the interfer had just stared coldly at him, not even flinching when the nebulæ spilled out. The silent ones were always so much eerier than the screaming ones…

Suddenly a burst of dark color blossomed across Dreon 4WR’s surface, and with annoyance Nadav realized a storm had started. That was no good; it meant that he would have to watch it even more closely in case of any new developments on the planet. Nadav’s single eye flicked up for a moment and glanced around the room, the right half of his face devoid of anything but yellowish light as the whispering thought ran through his mind. Normally, of course, this would merit punishment… but Dreon 4WR was a planet so close to death, and it wasn’t like Nadav would Slash himself… Quietly Nadav leaned down and whispered “Nullus amplius procella”, waiting for the spell to take effect.

With a roar wind ripped across the surface of Dreon 4WR, sending piercing chills through Nadav. Harshly he snapped the spell again, with even more forcefulness, but it might as well have been as if he had done nothing. His hands beginning to tremble, Nadav swiped through the air, snarling, “Et avibus volant!” Yet still nothing happened, not a feather drifted through the room.

Hissing, Nadav felt himself beginning to spiral out of control, light crackling across his skin like lightning. Just when he had taken a step towards the door leading to the galaxies, a painful sensation shot through him, and Nadav stopped cold in his tracks. There was only one being with a magic signature like that, and only one thing that symbol could mean.

Snapping his fingers, Nadav summoned anything he had left and pulled the symbol from mental to physical, staring with burning hatred at the tiny charm lying in his palm. Strung together by crumbling, black chain was a dull amber opal, set against a black webbing of asterix.

‘Traitor’.

Immediately Nadav swept his arms outwards, bringing himself in an instant to a capacious white space, stretching as far as the eye could see. There were hundreds—thousands—of figures scattered around the entity, though all of them had fuzzy, flickering forms, as if they weren’t really there at all. Several of them turned their heads as Nadav appeared in the entity, and even more skittered out of his way, vanishing into the physical universe as he stormed through them, creating his own cleared path in the crowd. He gestured violently and sent whiteness molding around him, and in a second a flickering form, staticy and difficult to see, appeared.

“You!” Nadav snarled, his voice grating as light crackled across his body, sparking into floating flecks.

“Miss me?” the person said, reaching out to Nadav with one of their four arms in a mocking gesture.

“Of course not, you blithering idiot!” Nadav snapped, slapping the hand away. “Why in the name of Rainan are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” Vox yawned, infuriating Nadav even further with their easygoing manner. He flexed his wrists, whitening the knuckles to blistering light.

“You know absolutely what I mean,” Nadav growled, his voice lowered as he glared at Vox with one piercing red eye. “How did you get out of the Garden? Don’t think I missed your little ‘gift’ to me, you traitor. This has never healed, and never will… I know you tried to erase me once. It won't happen again.” Furiously he gestured to the thin scar that stretched across his stomach, violet-blue nebulæ just barely visible beneath. Vox’s gaze hardened to a dull green, and they leaned towards the Head Overseer with a chilling calmness in their eyes.

“Traitor, am I? Well, this ‘traitor’s’ found their way out of your precious Garden and back into physicality. Have fun trying to find me, Nadav.” With that, they leaned out, whispering something under their breath, and tapped Nadav in the center of his face and fizzled away, leaving the light being spluttering. Nadav’s eye was blazing with orange-red flames, and when a diminutive figure popped into view he nearly took their head clean off with a burst of electricity and a venomous claw from his hand. The figure squawked and stumbled away, their form flickering and shaky.

“N-Nadav, Head O-Overseer…” they said hesitantly, trailing off. Sighing deeply, Nadav pressed a hand to his forehead, absentmindedly rubbing it over his second tattooed eye.

“What do you want, Lapidoth?” he said in annoyance, glowering at the shirking figure. Lapidoth's body was hastily created out of what looked like thin webbing, held together by ropes and netting and darkness within.

“I-it’s a rather urgent message from someone who was Overseeing Keplar-3, sir…” They waited, stuttering, and when Nadav glanced coldly at them they quickly continued. “Apparently they were going about their duties when suddenly they were… er… u-unable to spell at all. Everything Latin, gone just like that.” Nadav stiffened, jolting in surprise. It couldn’t be, but… it sounded just like what had happened to him. If Vox, if Azraell, was at the bottom of all of this, then he would…

“I-Is that new?… sir?…” Lapidoth unexpectedly said, pointing at Nadav’s hand. Confused, the Head Overseer removed his palm from his face and saw with a flash of anger that a black glove now covered his entire right hand and wrist, and no matter how much he tugged at it, it wouldn’t come off.

“That—blasted—traitorous—” he hissed, nearly wrenching his entire hand off with a burst of light. Lapidoth cringed away, clearly afraid he’d said something wrong. Immediately Nadav froze, regaining composure in an instant. Of course, he couldn’t let any Cquerrian know something might be wrong with him, too… no, that would be the end of things… “Yes, it’s new, Lapidoth, but I think you might have better things to do than interrogate your Head Overseer about the matters of physicality.” Lapidoth, catching on, nodding meekly and popped out of the entity, disappearing in a second. Completely alone now, Nadav looked around the entity, then once back down at the black glove. As much as he despised to admit it, one thing he rarely felt was running through him…

Fear.

With a snort Nadav crammed the feeling down into the darkest pits of his soul, crushing it to where he wouldn’t find it again. His stride quickening, Nadav swept the entity away and returned to the universe, glancing out over endless stars and galaxies. Then he faced forwards and mustered any power that still remained within him, though his outwards appearance still remained as daunting as ever, and cast a message through the entire Cquerrian race—through the next week, any Overseer being slotted Earth-1 as their daily duty will be assigned to E1IT—Earth 1 Information Team—to discover what could be found about this affliction on Cquerria.

But he wouldn’t tell them that, oh no… a smirk flickering over his face, Nadav turned and slowly moved back to his office, where he knew Dreon 4WR would still be slowly spinning.

He’d only tell them what he wanted them to know.

And that was how it should be.

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Technically I should have called this a prequel, since the main axis of the story hasn’t begun yet, but I’ll leave it at officially Part 1. I hope you enjoy this story! (P.S. 'Spell' in this sense means to cast spells, not to be able to read and write words.) 

Oh, and just for fun- I doodled Vox and Nadav being angry at each other earlier today. (Maybe it'll help you see both characters in your mind better!)

Awww, Awesome! This sounds so cool! 

Part 2

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“Oh, I don’t want to do this…” Elisheba murmured, glancing around at the bubbled room. The floor was nothing more than solidified stardust, showing all the way into space with stars speckling below. Nervously she ducked her head and tried to look away, her eyes glowing a deep orange.

“Come on, Elis!” her friend said, nudging her in the ribs. “It’ll be fine. Haven’t you always wanted to go to more planets?” Elis shook her head a definite ‘no’, but her friend continued regardless. “And besides, it’s Earth! One of the most advanced and developed civilizations in this galaxy!”

“I guess…” Elis murmured, though her mind still played over the dangers of directly travelling to worlds. That never, ever happened in Cquerria—sometimes not even in the most important of situations. Many a time she had forced to curl in front of her orb and watch a star die, watch it fade to dark nothingness. One almost got used to it after awhile… seeing her downtrodden expression, her friend flicked a bold red feather towards the center of the room, where two figures had just materialized.

“Look—two more Partners are here now!” Elis cringed away from the thought of interaction with such strangers. It wasn’t unlikely that she might have seen them in the Entity before, but it still remained strong that the only Cquerrian she’d ever like to talk to was Tzipora. Yet she tagged along, her gray fur ruffling nervously, as she followed Tzipora to the other two. As they approached, one of the Partners suddenly looked up, as if they weren’t aware someone else had been there.

“Hello!” Tzipora chirped, extending a wing. Hesitantly the first one took it, shaking it hesitantly before quickly releasing. “You must be second allotted, I’m guessing?” The first Cquerrian nodded her head, though neither of them had said a word yet. Elis felt the awkwardness simmering in the room as the newest group stared at Elis and Tzipora, and just wished she could snap herself somewhere else, anywhere else in the universe. She could feel the words gathering on the tip of her tongue when she remembered the only thing tethering her here, keeping her from being every normal Cquerrian, going about her daily duty.

Nadav.

Without even considering it, her mind raced back to the first time she’d seen the Head Overseer in physical form. She had been lucky enough to be invited along to a Council meeting, per daily allotment. Yes, Councilwork had been rather dull at times, but it was much less stressful than being sent to Earth and told to fix Cquerria’s problems. Elis had seated herself near Tzipora, preferring to just watch the Overseers do whatever they wished, but then stadium had fell oddly silent, and Elis glanced over many Cquerrian’s heads to see a figure slowly striding out of a previously non-existent door, taking his seat in the middle of the Council.

And then he had looked up.

For just a split second as his single eye scanned the stadium, flashing from face to face, he had met Elis’s gaze. The chill in his stare, the iciness of his piercing gaze had caused shivers to run down her spine. Whatever power she had felt in his line of sight was one she would never want to contend with, one she would never act out because of. No matter what Elis ever deigned to do as an overseer of the galaxies, she would never, in all her longevity, defy Nadav.

Then he had moved away, and the moment was over. Yet that single, splitting second that had determined her terrified reaction when Earth-1 appeared, slowly revolving, on her and Tzipora’s duty five days ago.

“Helllllo? Anyone in there, Elis?”

The sudden question in Elis’s face startled her back to the present, and she scrambled to her feet to see that the rest of the allotted Cquerrians had appeared at that point, an eclectic group of ten, including herself.

“I-Is this everyone?” she asked Tzipora, who nodded back with a smile on her face. Elis peered around at the rest of the Cquerrians, many of whom had stuck to their Partners and remained silent. It was such a facetious thing to think about—a team being sent to another planet to save their race, a team of overseers at that. Yet here it was, and here it was happening.

Suddenly there was a sharp crackle of static, and Elis jumped as a brilliant gold-white figure appeared in the middle of the room, his posture stiff and formal. For the most part he was tall and thin, made of faintly sparking white light. A thin golden crown hovered above his head, a circle of metallic spikes. Elis had never been sure why he wore it, though it wasn’t like she was about to ask—just like you never asked where he received the starmatter wound. Elis had seen it a million times where Nadav sent out announcements to the Cquerrian race, about colliding galaxies or forming black holes or whatever else he thought was important, and every time she saw it. A slender cut in the center of his being, around what might be the stomach of a human, occasionally leaking drops of nebulæ. The scar, the crown, the missing eye, and now the black glove… Elis decided she’d better stop thinking about Nadav now.

“Earth-1 Information Team,” he began, gesturing to the ten Cquerrians gathered there. “Or shortened to E1IT. As most of you should know, you are here because of recent suspicious activity coming from the terrestrial planet Earth-1. Your job, as a team, is to seek out and resolve the issue without breaking the sanctity of Cquerrian overseeing law.” Elis noticed that as he spoke, Nadav seemed to be choosing his words very carefully, picking and selecting from what he liked. She briefly wondered why the need would be called to do that, but the next second her attention was drawn back as he continued. “Normally, as the Head Overseer, I would attend to this difficulty myself, but because of…” Elis couldn’t help noticing that his black-gloved fist clenched at this, electricity snapping around it. “…unforeseen complications, I am unable to. Therefore, you have been allotted to attend to this problem. I place my trust in your hands—wings, in some case—and I give you full responsibility to complete this task.” He flicked his hand, and a spinning orb grew from the air, slowly revolving as its blue-green surface shone. He then turned and began to walk away, an oaken door materializing from thin air. Then, just as his hand gripped the knob, he cast a look over his shoulder with a piercing reddish-orange hue. “Do not disappoint me,” he said, then slammed the door shut.

The silence was thick as the door crumpled and vanished, until eventually a white-furred Torric stepped forwards, her crystal-blue eyes sharp. “We’d better get a move on, then!” she exclaimed, her lupine snout raised to the stars. “Come on.”

“Who made you leader?” a gray-and-blue birdlike creature sniffed, but only her Partner gave her a reproachful look as the rest of them moved towards the Earth-1 Nadav had created. “I’m just saying…” Elis flicked a round, gray ear as she heard the bird’s sharp dig, though privately she didn’t agree. If the Torric, who said her name was Tawahhaj—”But you can just call me Tawja.”—was willing to take the lead on this mission, Elis was perfectly ready to hand her the reigns.

“Alright…” Tawja barked, her paw elevated just above the sphere as the rest of the E1IT gathered around it. “On my count: 1, 2, 3—”

Someone shivered as unfamiliar chills crept over their skin.

—with a swift motion they all plunged their hands into the sphere, and Elis had less than a second to prepare herself as space twisted around them, all ten figures vanishing immediately and leaving nothing but silent space behind.

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Far away, a being entirely made from yellowish light stared at the black glove on his hand, flexing fingers as far as they would allow. Slowly his eye traveled up and down the enveloping walls of his office, finally focusing on a picture-frame of someone they had not seen or though about in a very long while hanging up on it, the glass pane cracked and splintered. Hissing quietly under his breath, he narrowed his eye at it and instinctively murmured some words and flicked his hand, receiving a painful dose of reality when it simply remained there, smashed and threadbare as ever. Getting to his feet, the figure walked over, removed as if he was clutching something poisonous, tossed it out the door, and watched with a cold eye as it was blanketed by the darkness of space. Then he snorted and turned away, closing the door with a click.

“Good riddance,” he muttered.

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Everyone, I am so, so sorry. I really do like this plot- I want to finish it. However, I lost all motivation and creativity to work on this story for awhile. These parts may be more sparse and less frequent than on the CB Spirit Solo Write, but I will persist. :)