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Current SpokeIsHere POV:
I don't know when exactly it was, but I came into existence. As a voidling I have no parents nor kinship particularly unless you count other void beings though most of them, like me, are destructive and don’t really know what it would mean to have kinship. That was until one day or night, I guess; the end doesn’t particularly have a day-night cycle. Anyway, I was exploring some outer end islands when I like 2? I didn’t really have a concept of time and voidlings remember from the moment they are created.
“You know what? I'm not a good storyteller when it comes to this, so I'll just show you” spoke smiled to himself
Past SpokeisHere’s POV:
I don’t really know where I am, I know I'm on the outer islands but whatever, voidlings are the top of the food chain as far as I know Spoke hums to himself, proud of himself
“Hmm?” spoke mumbled, spotting something among the chorus fruit, a deep purple... Child?!?!
Spoke jogs over, interested but still warry, as he approaches the small child’s features become more visible, the child in front of him has to be younger than him... right? The child is seemingly just born... Or created that is if he is a voidling.
Spoke stared at the child; he had deep purple feathered wings that faded into black as they reached his back, black veins spreading slightly at his shoulder blades where the wings met the child's pale skin, he had long purple hair if you could even call it purple, it was light purple or lavender per say. Anyways it was Flowing along his back in the cool breeze as if it was alive. He had black stubby horns, a sharp contrast to the lavender hair.
The child stirred which made spoke instinctively step back, his white eyes widened as the boy’s eyes opened, big dark purple eyes that were almost black. The boy blinked and then let out a yelp, covering himself with his wings.
Even though spoke hadn’t done anything, this made him feel guilty somehow and it made him uncomfortable, voidlings don't feel... guilty or at least they don’t usually.
The child trembled as he peaked out from behind his wings and immediately hid back behind them. Spoke did not like it at all, how was he? He scary? He thought he was very nice looking?
Spoke on the verge of an existential crisis failed to notice the child crawling towards him and didn’t notice until the child clung to his leg which made him jump...very high.
“EEKKKKKK HELP IM GONNA D-.... oh wait” spoke screamed at the top of his lungs before realizing it was the boy, he breathed “I am the top of the food chain, I am the top of the food chain” he mumbled, reassuring himself
Spoke reached down and picked up the child, who did not look happy at being taken from his spot on his leg, his face showing an adorable pout, spoke shook his head, cute? No, he was just curious.
The child opened his big eyes and cooed “big brwother” like he had won the most important race of his life
Spokes eyes widened and he hugs the child, tight. He didn’t care anymore, this boy was his little brother, and he would protect him till the end of the end islands.
Spokes eyes softened, “what's your name little guy?” he asked in the least threatening voice he could
The boy’s pout disappeared as he nuzzled into my neck, “I’m Wemmbu!” wemmbu cooed.
“Hi wemmbu, I'm SpokeIsHere but you can call me Spoke, can I call you Bu?” spoke hummed, patting wemmbu’s back softly
“Ok Spooky, you can” wemmbu giggles
“Bu? Do you want to come with me to my home?” spoke asks nervously
“mhm” wemmbu mumbles, already half asleep with his head propped up on spoke’s shoulder
Spoke snickered slightly as he began walking in the direction he came, wemmbu in his arms.
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TIMESKIP╰(*°▽°*)╯ (～￣▽￣)～
The next few years or maybe even could have been centuries go by, they wouldn’t know how time flows, it's the end after all, wemmbu was now what they assumed to be 10 and spoke was what they also assumed to be 12.
It was the 10th anniversary of the day spoke found wemmbu and... What had they been doing that morning? Why couldn't spoke remember? Why hadn’t he gotten up to play with Wemmbu? Oh god his head hurt so much, what is happening?
“I have to get up so i can celebrate with wemmbu...” spoke mumbled only to be shocked with how raspy his own voice was. pain that shot through his vocal cords as if he had been screaming
Spoke sat up fast, which he immediately regretted as a splitting headache came on causing spoke to clutch his head
“What is happening to me?” spoke gasped out which unsurprisingly, hurt like hell
As Spoke’s eyes adjusted to the lighting, he suddenly got very quiet. Where is he? He wasn’t in their home, why could he see the deep purple sky of the end? And most importantly where is wemmbu? Spoke immediately had a very bad feeling; it sank down in his stomach, almost like he felt the dread in his soul.
Spoke managed to stand up despite the pain and realized two vary, vary bad things simultaneously, 1. he was covered, absolutely covered head to toe in.... in purple and black blood. 2. he was alone in a huge battlefield where the ender dragon lie dead, the whole battlefield was bloody, bathed in both black and purple blood
As split second after this he processed this, his knees buckled and he fell to his knees again. The lake of purple liquid splashed around his legs, sticking to every surface; the dead dragon no longer mattered. All his pain was seemingly gone; the gashes all over his body seeping black blood didn’t even hurt anymore. All he could focus on was the purple blood all around, in his hair, on his clothes and seemingly seeping into his soul.
“no no no no no” spoke murmured, looking at the purple liquid. He let out a strangled cry that only a being of pure sorrow could emit after all, He knew who this blood belonged to, not his own black blood but the thick, deep purple liquid that definitely belonged to wemmbu. But where was wemmbu? What happened?
Spoke forced himself to stand, his legs numb as he stumbled to the portal that had opened with the defeat of the lord of this realm, he looked around desperately, not because he wanted to leave but just to locate anything that showed his little brother was alive, his body failed him and he fell against the side of the bedrock portal, his chest heaving but it didn’t matter, his eyes scanned the main island, his eyes feel on the pool of blood that he had woken up in, it didn’t make sense, why was it more wemmbu’s blood instead of his? At that moment it dawned on him as his eyes followed that trail of purple liquid to the portal.
Spoke's breath hitched “oh god oh god, no no”
the realization crashed into spoke like a physical blow, wemmbu had been next to him, bleeding and waiting for him to wake up, believing that his brother was dead wemmbu must have gone through the portal to survive
Spoke once again forced himself to stand again
“I'm coming, Bu” he said, barely audible and raspy but determined as he pulled himself through the portal.