The Six of Worlds (a mash of my fav stuff( On Hold....again)

Izalansadi,Gala,Cloudy,Hallgralla,Pinkkit and Deathkit were destined to find each other. But they are so darned different.
Izalansadi is a spoiled dragon princess.

Gala is a hopelessly romantic paint dragon.
Cloudy is a superrare cloud dragon, and has an epic past.
Hallgralla is another cloud dragon,and was missing for 8 years, and is Cloudy's childhood friend.
Pinktail is a strange looking phenomenon of a Warrior kitten.
Deathfang is a shy,but prideful big tom kitten, and is a bit older than Pinktail.

These characters are part of another Prophecy set out for the greater good by the Dragon Creator, Gullyinn, who wishes to control the uncontrollable Rifts or Portals which are appearing at an alarming rate,which has happened only thrice in the past, resulting with a nice mass extinction.

She is trying to send all dragons and humans of draconic-blood back to the legendary starting point, another astral plane with the name of the Unicverse, and this bunch is one of the lot.

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17. #.13.#Patapon2-...someone{EDITED} (She Likes Him! SHE LIKES HIM!)

I edited this one before Wattpad because yay Movellas! (Haven't been this popular with people other than my family for 5 years, when someone noticed i could make plastercene dragons and geckos that stick to the side of your desk and got paid to do it for various students {as a bonus i got some clay!!} and yeah nevermind.)

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Elilah was holding a fistful of flames, sitting cross-legged on the empty nothingness so reminiscent of paper.

There was no ceiling.

There was floor.

There were no walls.

She just sat there solidly on the empty*, while there was a boom---boom---boom just like a heart that thudded his whole body along with it.

As he watched (maybe he watched. He wasn't even sure if he was there), her expression changed from blank to confused.

"It's hot," she said faintly."Really hot."

"It's fire, Elilah." Like as he was speaking through water.

"I know," she said, losing her mystical,blurry tone. Her voice was normal now-the old, clearer, and familiar voice of Elilah. He sorta wished it hadn't; the thudding sound got faster and he got the feeling she could hear it too.

boom--boom--boom~

 She tilted her head, her antennae twitching as if she was listening to some piping music that only when strained could be heard.

"I know." she said presently." In a dream i can't be burned."

"But this is my dream."

"We can't testify that." Grass was started to ripple across the anything she was sitting on-being painted into existence.

 "We could be in each other's dream. We could be just part of someone else's and not be here at all,or you could be in mine, or i could be in yours- though i don't know why you'd want to dream of me."

boom-boom-boom~

She put her hands on the ground-extinguishing the bright flame- and tilted her head again.Trying to hear what he never could understand.

She had changed. When she had fallen pretty hard from a tree back in the glory days, she was a rabbit in a grassless forest- confused and alert and knowing that she wasn't supposed to be there and wanting to go back to the lands where she was before and rather bi-polar and seeming like as she had been treated worse and was confused to how everyone was acting.

Now she was more at ease-as if she had returned home after a long trip- and more fixed and had guessed how to fit in more with everyone and more fluid with her powers and her dealings and threats and...something he had been chasing for so long. She acted a little different from anyone who would have gone through all this.

As if she was permanently betrayed- or left to rot in the sun, like a good crop of barley cut off and subjected to pests. Barley can't stop bugs from eating them alive- they have to have specific genes and whatevers to stop the invasion.

If they didn't, there was no more barley.

"I should tell you something." 

Her posture was slanted- as she if were falling towards the sound he couldn't hear.

"I'm not that powerful. I cant conjure anything that has energy,magic or life and only make small complicated things or big simple things at the cost of my energy. I can shapeshift but not to anything i have never seen. I can sing pretty well; but can't bewitch anything bigger than a Kacheek- and there are lots of things bigger than a Kacheek- and cant do that to a Patapon...."

She said it like if it hurt her.

"I'm a good drawer, but that's genetic of..." -she inhaled-" my kind. I said it."

"I'm not from here. I'm not a proper Patapon or an anything else for that matter. I only look like everyone else- otherwise i'm nothing of Patapon- or any of the tribes living- make. I told you i was a tineapon. That isn't it."

She closed her eye, nor bearing to see his expression.

"I am not Elilah- i have never been.  That isn't to say i'm not the person you met on the first day- but Elilah is a puzzle piece of a bigger jigsaw. I know things you never will, can bear things you never can, can speak to things you have never seen, can stare at the things that would burn out your soul....But i'm still at a disadvantage."

"I can't feel as well as you (or anyone else)- seriously-"she gave a strained little laugh-" so that means that i don't know my limits."

Elilah spread her hands like a flower.

"When you feel pain, it's your body telling you that it's reached the end of the rope. It may seems like the most major inconvenience at times, but if you didn't have it one wouldn't know when to stop. You keep going- you don't know what to do, you don't know that you're supposed to just stop and retire. So you finish."

Now she had a note of desperation in her voice.

"I don't exactly...I don't have an alarm clock. I- Everything i do is all messed up- in real, I'm not supposed to be this powerful. i don't have this magic pencil. I don't charm. I'm not anyone's goddess. I certainly don't-don't- uh, feel so much hurt."

Elilah rubbed the back of her head uncertainly. The rippling grass was windswept back to it's starting point and now all that was left was that white nothing."Why are you so embarrassed about feeling hurt?" he asked.

Her eye flooded with tears of it's own accord. She shut it until they all went away,and opened her eye again. It was all clear now..but half-lidded.

She sighed.

Boom-Boom-Boom~

She did that little chinchilla thing- when she rubbed her face with both her hands.

"Okay.So.About me being not a tineapon really... My real name would be..."

~sigh~ She closed her eye again.

"I was a draaaagooonn-uh, dragon, . I was a thing-thing- oh, confound this," Elilah drew herself into a ball. He sat next to her- now sure that he existed- she peeked at him.

"I was a paint dragon with two main forms:anthro and quadpedal. Nothing that special for a dragon. But i was still a dragon, so i guess that counted."

"I had two friends- Cloudy and Hallgralla, both cloud dragons; one light and the other navy blue and both with feather wings. Cloud dragons are of the rarest dragons on earth; sky and storm dragons have taken over their domains.

I had two pairs of bat wings- one big and used for flying and the other for balance. I didn't fly when i was anthromorphic form, of course...i didn't have the leverage or the light weight necessary. I was white and covered with green,red and blue paint splats and armed with a paintbrush and green eyes. I always liked green eyes.

I actually-actually have no idea if i was really...born. I can remember stuck in an iceberg- in the dimension i was it was called the B-15-...just being stuck. I remember watching the world go by with indifference- a century was a minute and i didn't care for anything. Who cared, i had thought, if people die? If the one i supposed to meet passes away? if a child loses her family in a war of atomic bombs and weeps to the point of serenity, then finally keels over in the safe and peaceful snow beside an alien, the one that protected her and her parents until it's end? I didn't care.

Even now i feel the effects- i can be programmed to indifference and there isn't a thing i can't overcome until now....."

Elilah's floating jewels were all now sitting on their perches, and he noticed that she didn't have her pencil, and that a long,thin,white and paint-splattered tail had curled out was thumping the ground.

"There was this book- called Harry Potter. I sorta liked it but not as much as the humans-humans- not wait, i'll tell you of the humans first.

They are all potential Almightys for different realities. Only some find that chance and use it- some aren't fortunate enough, some don't think it's important or good enough, some just throw it away. I was just curious and look where i ended up!"

She gave a little laugh.

"So you mean that there's thousands of Almightys out there who can choose to become a Patapon god on different realities?"

"Different Patapon realities. They have a thing that downloads a reality from a piece of memory. The memory needs the downloader because the downloader has all the drums on it and enables the Almighty to see the Patapons. And without the memory there would be no Patapons to watch. Well, it's the least confusing way i can explain.

Alright.

Back to the book. It was Harry Potter and there was this character whom i didn't really care much for but still cried when he got shot. I didn't like him because he held ...uh... lllove in a very high esteem. I practically thought it all useless:this love stuff. Pretty stupid but i still understood the 'there's-a-thin-line-between-love-and-hate' ."

She raised her head to look at him.

"Oh, Gullyinn...how do i say this," she muttered, and ducked her head again. He scooted closer; she smelled like cupcakes.

At present, Elilah lifted her head for a second and that motion again,before drooping once more and pointing her tinaes into the distance.

"Can you hear that?"

He could now.

A low set of piano was very faintly heard, but there all right. As they listened, it grew to a gentle noise they could hear properly. When it stopped coming nearer the edges of his vision were fading into black.

♫-♫-♫

"I know this song," hummed Elilah. "Linkin' Park-Roads Untraveled."

♫♫♫♫♫

♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫

Weep not

for roads untraveled;

weep not

for paths left alone

For beyond

Every bend

is a long

Blinding end

It's the worst kind

of pain

i've known.

Now everything was the colour of the sky at midnight and Elilah was fading too. She took her head out from behind her knees and smiled, and Dahnles noticed that her tail had curled around him and wasn't slapping the 'ground' anymore.

"I am Gala Kamipon...and i say purple is my new favourite colour."

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And everything ended.

In the vision, at least.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*Well i couldn't just say emptyness all these nesses would sound weird

Nessie: no they don't

Loch Ness: who the devil are you

Scot Ness: whaaaat *scottish accent!~*

ADD Ness: Hi! I can do a cartwheel. Watch! Hey, have you ever had a hamster? I did. Died. Look, i can do a backflip too! Okay, who wants brownies?

Every Ness: US

 

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