“Ugh…”

He twisted barely, feeling as though a layer of dust trickled off of his face. A foul flavour that seemed to have built up for ages coated the inside of his mouth like a stroke of gasoline. His body felt stiff as if frozen or petrified. He tried to move his fingers, but the nerves leading up to his hands seemed about as groggy as he was. It took a full minute before he could properly flex his digits, and even that was an exaggerated description of the controlled twitch it was making.

“Hnng…” he wheezed again through parched vocal cords. He tried to open his eyes, but found they’d been sealed shut by aeons of dried tears. Once he could move his arms, he sent his hands to his eyes’ rescue and had them wipe away the salt and stone petrifying shut his eyes. That’s when he realised the dust he had felt earlier had not been a mistake - according to his hands, which albeit were still prickling with numbness, his face was indeed covered in a thick layer of dust.

This kicked his survival instincts into gear, and ancient organs pumped him full of hormones to wake the rest of the corpse-like body up. Soon, nearly blind eyes were surveying the surroundings hopelessly, seeing nothing but darkness. He tried to sit up, but his core muscles had yet to awaken. 

How could this have happened?! Had he been buried alive? For what?! He couldn’t remember anything at all from--...

The adrenaline disappeared and he calmed down uncannily fast. [url=https://youtu.be/79co0Yy2rz8]Remember[/url]… That’s right. He couldn’t remember a thing. His breathing intensified and he tried to sit up, the sound of what could be anything from grains to many pounds of dust and soil rolling off on him and down on, what he surmised to be, a flat rock floor. Nothing - he could remember absolutely nothing - where he came from, what he was, who he was - all was blank. He patted himself down - his hair was greasy and stiff, but he had hair, at least. His clothing was thin and fibrous of texture, rank and foul of scent. It covered a surprisingly fit form - bipedal, symmetrical on both sides of the middle. His skin was surprisingly soft, if not a little coarse from the remains of dust and stone. He tested the flexibility of his toes - they had awoken.

Alright. He would try to stand. With a sequence of movements that utilised ancient, untested musculature, he set his two feet down on the cold stone floor and instinctively pushed himself to stand. The action was too much for his groggy legs to carry and he tripped forward, catching himself on something warm and soft. He heard a low growl and instinctively tossed himself backwards onto the platform he had been laying down on. Then, he stepped forward again to touch the warm, soft spot. With some further probing and prodding, he concluded that whatever this surface was, it was not made of the same material as the floor. A short distance from the spot, there came another growl and a loud snore. He jumped backwards again, but collected himself faster this time. He approached the sound of the snore and reached out. His hands came into contact with something warm and wet, and he retracted them immediately. He gave them a sniff and recoiled - it stank of death and rot. He looked back in the general direction of where the snoring had come from. Whatever it was, its scent warned his every system that he should move on. He didn’t know where to go, though.

It was then that he raised his head and saw, high above what looked to be the shadow of an uneven wall, rising and falling as though it breathed, a light, faint enough to be invisible, yet so very evident in this utter darkness. He looked back down again and put two and two together - the wall was whatever was in front of him, and whatever was in front of him was likely no wall at all, but a living, breathing creature. He tried to move to the right, but met only a cold stone wall; he tried to move to the left, but the wall just kept going and going, and he didn’t feel comfortable fumbling around in the dark as he did. Eventually, he decided to climb over the creature. 

It was difficult at first - its skin was soft and slippery - but his whole body was awake by now - instincts took him to the top eventually. There, from the top of whatever creature this was, he saw it: It was a distant, faint light of blueish white, patrolling between what appeared to be rows upon rows, columns upon columns, of platforms, upon which laid something or someone sleeping. The light kept intimate watch over every single one, stopping by every creature to inspect it thoroughly before moving on to the next. This gave him a chance to see what this room was: A vast, unending dormitory, filled with shelves upon shelves of life. A prison? Perhaps, but he wasn’t going to stay long enough to find out. 

Keeping himself as hidden as possible, he descended from the creature he had been standing on and collapsed into a crawl. Snaking his way along the floor, he observed smaller and larger shadows all around him, cleared now as the light drew closer to his part of the hall. Some were bipedal like him, albeit shorter, taller, furrier or nuder. Some looked like they belonged in the sky or in the sea; some were so large as to take up whole sectors of the hall; others were small enough to share platforms with millions of others. What kind of purgatory was this?!

Something changed before him. A growing, black image formed on the floor ahead of him, and it didn’t take long before he realised it was his own shadow. He twisted onto his back and saw another orb of blue light, this one closing in on him while flaring ominously. He pushed himself back and up against a stone platform, and just as the night captured him, he shouted, [colour=lightpink]“NOOOOOO!”[/colour]

[i]Poof![/i]

He opened his eyes, then blinked instinctively on account of the lighting change. Around him was a serenely dim room, with jellyfish swimming lethargically around in the air. The [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=im5CIpMFo4Q]atmosphere[/url] was uncannily different from what he was certain had been either a prison or a tomb just now. The roof and walls were made of clear glass, which allowed him to see into the vast emptiness of what he could only surmise was the night sky - except that it was everywhere. 

[colour=lightblue]“My child… You have awoken,”[/colour] came a voice like silk from behind him. He turned to see the smiling face of a beautiful, plum-skinned woman, with hair like the midnight sky and eyes like two glistening moons. She was dressed in what looked to be a dress spun entirely from the night sky itself. She wore a peaceful, tranquil expression with a small, soft smile and had extended a hand in his direction, invitingly gesturing for him to approach. [colour=lightblue]“Come, come closer, my child.”[/colour]

He approached slowly, steadily, his experience in the tomb keeping him on his toes. With a slightly hunkered posture, he gestured at the surroundings and asked in as calm a voice, [colour=lightpink]“What… Is this place?”[/colour]

The woman giggled softly. [colour=lightblue]“Oh, my dear… I have waited for so long for someone to ask me that question. You are in my sanctuary, a place no one will ever come to harm you.”[/colour]

The man eyed the outside through the glass dome again. The stars twinkled in the distance; further away, a purple, round stone drifted slower than the eye could observe, as if suspended in thin air;  if he really focused, he could just the a different shadow, unlike the one blocking out the outside light. It was almost as if… A different world was there below. He turned once again to the woman and asked, [colour=lightpink]“Where exactly are we?”[/colour]

The goddess smiled wider and closed her eyes peacefully as she gestured skywards. [colour=lightblue]“We are somewhere between realities - a world where all is in our power, and where the light of the sun will never hurt us again. Suspended in the space between Galbar and the great beyond, we are safe from all danger. Welcome, my child, to the dark side of the moon.”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“The MOON?!”[/colour] he shouted in reply and the woman recoiled a little, seemingly struggling to keep her calm appearance. He knelt down and clutched his head - yes, he didn’t remember anything about his past, but truths of the universe like the existence of the Sun, the Moons and the Stars came as easily to him as breathing - and to think that he currently was on one of these three celestial objects sabotaged what little sense he had made of his situation even further.

The woman waved her hand soothingly. [colour=lightblue]“Do not worry, my child - I have already imbued you with the powers necessary to sustain your existence here for all eternity. Now, I am certain you have many questions, dear, so go ahead and a--”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Who am I?!”[/colour] shouted the man again and the woman frowned slightly.

[colour=lightblue]“Your, your name, my child, is Twilight, champion of the moo--”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Where did I just come from?! What was that place?!”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“Please, Twilight, don’t interrupt me. It was--”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“It was a tomb, wasn’t it?! Am I dead?! Is this the afterlife?!”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“Twilight!”[/colour] The woman’s smile had faded for an instant, replaced by an annoyed glare. However, it quickly returned - though much too slowly for Twilight not to notice. The man returned a frown and crossed his hands over his chest.

[colour=lightpink]“What was it?”[/colour]

The woman sighed softly and stood up, gesturing to the right. A mirror of moon dust coalesced over her hand and she sent it floating towards Twilight. The man peered into the mirror’s image and saw an endlessly long set of tunnels going deep inside the moon, each tunnel ending in a chambre full of stone beds upon which slept both animate and inanimate life, sorted by species. The man drew a gasp and looked back at the woman and asked frightfully, [colour=lightpink]“Are you some kind of, of death spirit? A jailor?”[/colour]

The woman blinked and recoiled. [colour=lightblue]“Uh--! What?!”[/colour] She then instantly collected herself and cleared her throat. She put back on her soft smile and approached Twilight with slow, controlled steps. [colour=lightblue]“No, my child… I am neither a death spirit nor a jailor. I am the protector of all life, the Lady on the Moon, and the Guardian in the Night.”[/colour] She paused to see if Twilight could figure it out, but a skeptical frown was the only answer she got. With a slightly more frustrated sigh, she said, [colour=lightblue]“I am Gibbou - goddess of the moon?”[/colour] Twilight shook his head again, eliciting a groan in response. [colour=lightblue]“Oh, that’s just [url=https://youtu.be/Qrrsy1igbwA]great…[/url] I woke up an idiot.”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Wait, woke up? What?”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“Yes, you’ve been asleep.”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“For how long?”[/colour]

Gibbou shook her head and rolled her eyes, shrugging. [colour=lightblue]“I don’t know - a while, I guess?”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“How. Long, Gibbou?”[/colour]

The goddess shrunk before the scowling man. Sheepishly, she prodded together her index fingers and focused her gaze on anywhere but the man’s face. [colour=lightblue]“W-well… Around, uh… Two, two thousand years?”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Two thou--!”[/colour] The man staggered back as if Gibbou had kicked him in the chest - though she may as well have. He supported himself against the ice cold glass wall, cupping a quivering palm over his mouth. [colour=lightpink]“... I, I can’t believe this? What of my family? My friends?”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“Did you have any?”[/colour] Gibbou asked before she could really analyse the contents of her question. She immediately tried to fix it by saying, [colour=lightblue]“Look, if you did, I’m pretty sure they’re safely asleep in the Hall below!”[/colour] She paused. [colour=lightblue]“Or not, but that’s beside the point!”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“How is that ‘beside the point’, Gibbou?! Gods, I was kidnapped 2000 years ago and put inside a, a, a tomb with life from all over the world, wasn’t I?!”[/colour]

Gibbou gulped, but didn’t respond. Twilight grit his teeth and repeated in a roar, [colour=lightpink]“Wasn’t I?!”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“Technically, it’s a dormitory.”[/colour]

Twilight threw his hands in the air. [colour=lightpink]“You know what? No, I will not stay here with you. Where’s the exit?”[/colour] Just as he took a step away from her, he felt something wrap itself around his leg, complemented by, [colour=lightblue]“NONONONONO! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEEEEAAASE, DON’T GOOO-HO-HOOO!”[/colour] The moon goddess laid weeping and rubbed her cheek against his left calf muscle. Twilight tried to pull his leg out of her arms, but Gibbou held on with titanic strength.

[colour=lightpink]“Damn it, woman - let… Go!”[/colour] 

[colour=lightblue]“Nnno! I don’t wanna be alone agaaaaiiin!”[/colour] the moon goddess wept. 

[colour=lightpink]“Not my problem! Go wake up someone else or something!”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“I triiiieed! The others are so mean to meeee!”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Yeah, well, that tends to happen when you kidnap someone off their damn planet - now let go!”[/colour] The man eventually managed to pull his foot out of Gibbou’s grasp, who proceeded to rise to a kneeling position and point a quivering finger at Twilight’s back.

[colour=lightblue]“Y-y-you can’t leave! It’s impossible!”[/colour]

Twilight turned slowly, menacingly, and stared Gibbou down. [colour=lightpink]“What was that?”[/colour]

The moon goddess nodded rapidly. [colour=lightblue]“Mhm! Yeah - all exits are sealed and, and, and if you step outside, you’ll die!”[/colour] 

Twilight frowned pitifully. [colour=lightpink]“Didn’t you just tell me you gave me powers that can let me survive this environment?”[/colour]

Gibbou made a sheepish expression. [colour=lightblue]“No, I said, uh… I gave you powers thaaaaat, uhm… Let you… Revive thiiiis man-pyro-scent--No, come back!”[/colour]

Twilight started to grow used to the weight of a goddess dragging along with his foot. Gibbou choked down some sobs and went on: [colour=lightblue]“Two thousand years, Twilight - do you know what it’s like to be alone for two thousand years?!”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Oh, I don’t know, Gibbou - do you know what it’s like to realise you’ve been -asleep- for two thousand years?”[/colour] He dragged the goddess along with him down a staircase, Gibbou blurting out the occasional [colour=lightblue]‘owie!’[/colour] 

[colour=lightblue]“You’re even worse than when I woke up that Vrool last millennia! And he ate a quarter of the aquatic section!”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Well, that’s nice for him. Now where is the damn exit?”[/colour] He took a left, and Gibbou nearly lost her grip as she slammed into the corner of the doorway. 

[colour=lightblue]“Then there was that night elf that I woke up four centuries ago - she was so, so mean! She even tried to attack me - several times! Why are you mortals like this?!”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Why are you, a goddess, like this?!”[/colour] He stopped and looked down at Gibbou with his hands on his hips, a stern frown on his face. Gibbou immediately sat up on her knees and looked down at the ground. [colour=lightpink]“Don’t you have, like, other gods you can interact with?”[/colour]

Gibbou gave a sad sniff. [colour=lightblue]“W-well… I don’t feel like I have, have the right to.”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Oh, no…”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“See, about two thousand years ago…”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“You’re gonna tell me your whole life story, aren’t you?”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“... Do you plan on letting me?”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Not at all.”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“... Not even a summary?”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Will you tell me where the exit is?”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“... No...”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Well, guess we’re stuck here, huh?”[/colour] With that, Twilight sat down with crossed legs opposite of Gibbou. He rested his chin on a balled-up knuckle. A moment or so went buy when the only sounds were Gibbou’s sniffing. Eventually, Twilight let out a sigh and said, [colour=lightpink]“Alright… Give me the gist of it.”[/colour]

The moon goddess’ face lit up and she took a deep breath, but saw Twilight raise his brows warningly and cleared her throat. [colour=lightblue]“So, uh… Yeah, about two thousand years ago, I did some bad stuff, uh… Caused some deaths here and there and, well, I got a bit of a panic attack.”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“A panic attack as in?”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“As in let me finish, Twilight! So, I got a panic attack and decided that, in order to be, y’know, protector of all life, I should snatch up some of all life and keep it safe here, right?”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Great plan, gotta say,”[/colour] replied Twilight with a flat sneer.

[colour=lightblue]“Weeell, it wasn’t--... Oh, right, sarcasm.”[/colour] Gibbou hung her head a bit. [colour=lightblue]“Anyway, I was confident in that plan for about, uh…”[/colour] She scratched her head thoughtfully. [colour=lightblue]“Three months, I think…”[/colour]

Twilight smirked and Gibbou scowled back. [colour=lightblue]“I’m a goddess, not flawless. I’m not my sister, okay?”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Oh, wooow, you have a sister? What’re you lonely for, then? Can’t you just talk to her?”[/colour]

Gibbou looked away, and for a moment, Twilight almost looked sympathetic. [colour=lightpink]“Oh, damn, is, is she--? L-look, I didn’t mean it like that, I--”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“What, you think she’s dead?”[/colour] Gibbou exclaimed. [colour=lightblue]“No! What’re you, stupid? She’s a goddess! She can’t die!”[/colour]

Twilight exaggerated a shrug. [colour=lightpink]“Well, how am I supposed to know that?! I literally just woke up after two thousand years of sleep!”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“I dunno, maybe you remember at least -something- about the gods?”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Well, I clearly don’t, so there!”[/colour] There was a pause. [colour=lightpink]“So… What happened to you then?”[/colour] Gibbou shrunk together timidly again.

[colour=lightblue]“And theeeen, well… You know what a hangover is?”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“I’ve forgotten memories, not words, Gibbou,”[/colour] replied Twilight with a lopsided sneer.

[colour=lightblue]“Okay, just checking, sheesh...”[/colour] replied Gibbou with a roll of her eyes. [colour=lightblue]“So yeah, I had a regret hangover for, like, a millennium - just kinda regretting the whole, y’know, ‘kidnapping a large percentage of the world’s life’-thing, and I got really, reeeaally lonely, and really, reeeeaally sad during that time.”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Couldn’t you have just, y’know, put them back?”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“Remember how I said there’s no exit?”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“No…”[/colour]

Gibbou nodded. [colour=lightblue]“Though you can jump around on the moon as much as you want, there’s no way of getting down to Galbar. You can, uh, you can trust me on that. I’ve trink -numous- times.”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“So you mean I’m stuck here…”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“Yup.”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“With you?”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“That stings, Twilight.”[/colour]

The man bent his head back and unleashed a pained scream while Gibbou sat there with a very insulted frown. As Twilight sat back down with a hung head, Gibbou opened her mouth, closed it again and then opened it once more to ask, [colour=lightblue]“Do you want me to put you back to sleep?”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Is that what you did with the others you woke up?”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“Most of them…”[/colour] she replied with a sniff. 

[colour=lightpink]“What do you mean ‘most of them’?”[/colour] asked Twilight with a suspicious frown.

[colour=lightblue]“Some stayed around long enough to die of old age; others, uh… Found the backdoor.”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“You mean they--”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“They died horribly, yes.”[/colour]

Twilight started hyperventilating again. She caved down so he was laying on his side, empty, whiteish blue eyes staring at nothing in particular. [colour=lightpink]“... Well, guess I’ve got nothing better to do, huh.”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“Than to…?”[/colour]

He rolled over so he was facing away from Gibbou and gave a wave with the hand not supporting his propped-up head. [colour=lightpink]“Go on, finish your story.”[/colour]

Gibbou, not quite sure what to feel anymore, wiped away a chalky tear and continued, [colour=lightblue]“So, at the thousand year mark, I decided to wake up some people - y’know, so I wouldn’t be lonely anymore. I tried the Vrool first - we know how that went…”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“What -is- a Vrool, actually?”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“Real mean squids.”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Are they supposed to be on land?”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“No, but I blessed them to be able to stay on land.”[/colour]

Twilight rolled back over to face her. [colour=lightpink]“So, lemme get this straight - you went through the trouble of waking up, blessing and explaining the situation to various mortals for a thousand years, and not once did it occur to you that you could just, I dunno, -make- a conversation partner?”[/colour]

The scene stilled. Gibbou’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as tears welled up in her eyes. Twilight rolled onto his back. [colour=lightpink]“I can’t believe this…”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“Bad things happen when I create stuff! I didn’t want to accidentally create a giant fluffy dragon that would eat everything in the Hall of the Eclipse every Tuesday!”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Why does it matter?! Can’t you just make more life if the old life gets eaten? Also, what’s Tuesday?!”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“You told me you know words!”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Well, obviously not ones you’ve made up!”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“Ugh! Either way, I didn’t want to lose the life I’ve kidnapped because one - it’s life and it’s precious, and two - I don’t trust myself to remake it properly!”[/colour]

The silence settled again. The time that passed before words were said again was just long enough to maximise the awkward tension brewing. [colour=lightpink]“So,”[/colour] Twilight mumbled eventually, [colour=lightpink]“you have a confidence issue?”[/colour]

Now it was Gibbou’s turn to turn around, collecting her knees at her chest and wrapping her arms around them. [colour=lightblue]“I don’t wanna talk about it.”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“You’ve already talked about it plenty, so you don’t have to.”[/colour] Twilight scooted a little closer until they sat back to back, Gibbou’s face dug deep in between her knees and Twilight’s face looking up at the ceiling. [colour=lightpink]“... But I do think you’re being a bit harsh on yourself.”[/colour]

Gibbou looked up slightly and the sobbing recommenced. [colour=lightblue]“... R-... Really?”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Yeah, I mean… You made all this; you, uh, managed to move all this life all the way to the moon…”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“Pushing it…”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Got’cha. Anyway, I’m still alive, for one! You -can- do things properly, Gibbou! You just… Don’t get so hung up on the stuff that doesn’t work out the way you hoped, okay?”[/colour]

Gibbou sniffed and turned her head around sideways, choking a sob. [colour=lightblue]“Where’s all this coming from?”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Well, y’know… I figured since we’ve got a long time together, we might just bury the hatchet right now, yeah? Maybe even become friends?”[/colour]

Gibbou let out a weak chuckle, which grew into a genuine one.[colour=lightblue] “Oh, Twilight… Now I almost don’t regret infusing you with my power.”[/colour] She wiped away a joyful tear.

[colour=lightpink]“Heh, yeah, I can be an ass sometimes… Say, what was that about infusion?”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“Oh, see, I put a part of my soul into you, blessing you with eternal life and divine abilities unlike that which any other mortal can receive,”[/colour] replied Gibbou faithfully. Twilight blinked.

[colour=lightpink]“Y-... Y’mean I can perform miracles?”[/colour]

Gibbou nodded, still facing away from Twilight. [colour=lightblue]“Oh yeah, yeah! Go nuts. Would be nice to get a fresh, artistic mind around here. I’m almost tired of making gargoyles everywhere - almost.”[/colour]

There was no response, except for a gentle hum. Gibbou turned her head somewhat. [colour=lightblue]“Twilight?”[/colour] Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a bright light - it immediately made her turn fully to lay her quartz-coloured eyes upon something that took her breath away entirely.

There, not even four paces ahead, was a glowing, blue ring showing an image of the Boreal Highlands, unchanged as though she had seen them yesterday - and on the other side of the image stood Twilight, surveying the surroundings. Gibbou hastened forward, casting herself at the portal. However, a powerful force knocked her back and into the wall behind her. Quickly, she regained her stance and approached the portal again. [colour=lightblue]“Twilight!”[/colour]

The figure on the other side turned. [colour=lightpink]“Oh, Gibbou! Heeeeyy…”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“Twilight, I know we got off on the wrong foot, but--”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Yo, Gibbou, listen… Since, y’know, I’ve god part of your soul and all, I figured it might be wise to, y’know, go down to Galbar for a spell - test this divinity business, y'know!”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“Twilight, I swear on my sister, if you don’t--”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Oh, I’m sorry, what’s that? I think the portal isn’t transmitting sound anymore.”[/colour] On the other side, Gibbou started sobbing again.

[colour=lightblue]“What about what you -just- said? About burying the hatchet? Becoming friends?”[/colour]

Twilight stretched his hands over his head. [colour=lightpink]“Yyyyeeeeaah, about that. I’m sure people say you’re nice once they get to know you, -but- you also trapped me in a prison for most of history. I’m not really sure mommy would approve of me having such a friend…”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]“Your mom died two thousand years ago!”[/colour]

[colour=lightpink]“Proving my point, too, huh.”[/colour] Gibbou slapped her palm over her mouth and Twilight smirked back. [colour=lightpink]“Well, nice knowing you, Gibs - I’m off to relive some of those lost years.”[/colour] With that, he started strolling away from the now-shrinking portal.

[colour=lightblue]“No, Twilight - Twilight, come back!”[/colour] Gibbou pleaded, but all she got back was a sloppy wave over Twilight’s back. The portal finally popped out of existence. Gibbou stared at the empty air for a long time, tears not even able to pour forth. Eventually, she keeled over and screamed her sorrow into the floor. She couldn’t stop bawling - it just hurt so badly. Finally - after two thousand years, she thought she had finally gotten a friend again. 

She needed someone - anyone. She laid down flatly against the floor and whispered, [colour=lightblue]“Orey… Orey, help me…”[/colour] The pain too much to handle, she closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, there was a familiar, gentle hum on the air. Gibbou scrambled to her knees and eyed the phenomenon up ahead. It was a portal, similar to the one Twilight had made, but the image on the other side was different: it looked nothing like Galbar at all, and it oozed of divine essence.

Oraelia’s was among them. 

With a explosive movement, Gibbou charged at the portal. She would no longer be alone; she would face the others regardless of what they would say about her. She needed them - she needed her.

[colour=lightblue]“ORAELIA!”[/colour] she shouted as she jumped through the portal and into the Antiquity.

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A man wakes up inside the Hall of the Eclipse. It’s hella dark and he feels as though he’s been asleep for 2000 years (spoiler alert). He tries to Metal Gear his way out, but is found by the sentries first. The sentries teleport him to Gibbou, who greets him like Gibbou wouldn’t greet people. The man is named Twilight and learns that he has to spend eternity with Gibbou. Hilarities ensue as he hates this idea and the two banter with each other until Gibbou explains what she has been doing for 2k years - long story short, she believed she could protect all life in the Hall of the Eclipse for roughly three months and spent the remaining 1999 years and nine months regretting everything. She tried waking up others before Twilight, but they either died or killed themselves, leaving Gibbou pretty sad and lonely. The two eventually reconcile and almost become friends before Gibbou tells Twilight he’s an avatar and can do godly stuff. Twilight immediately dabs off to Galbar and leaves Gibbou to cry. Gibbou then realises she can teleport to the Antiquity and immediately speeds off in search of her sister.
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Gibbou/Twilight: 5MP/5DP
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[*] 0MP (first action): Make the human Twilight an avatar of Gibbou.
[*] 0MP (first action): Create a portal from the Dark Side of the Moon to Galbar.
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