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" Trust is the worst currency you can gamble with " - nery277 -
He lost
This wasn't just information; it was simply the truth. His reign as king ended in a loss for which he had no part.
Poor thing
Parrot stood on the hill outside his city, removing his crown from his head, a crown adorned with three precious stones: one red, representing patience; one green, representing generosity; and the last, blue, representing balance.
He looked at his crown slowly and felt light, as if the body holding his crown was not his own, and his hands were not his own. He wondered faintly if life was playing a game called disappointment with him.
Everything he does ends tragically, either in death or loss. He wondered faintly where his life had begun to spiral downward.
He threw down his crown and let it fall from the hill, and with one last look, he turned his back on the city walls he had once so proudly boasted of and walked away from them, his broken wing, which had been the source of his power, slowly trailing behind him. Slowly, parrot realized that his wings will never work again
Everything hurt. Parrot continued walking through the dark forest. His body was severely damaged. He wondered, with a hint of longing, about the place of Rena and Theo, but his thoughts were quickly brought back to reality as the cold and pain struck him like a slap from something called reality.
Finally, Parrot succumbed to his pain and collapsed near a tree. The man once called the smartest player, the king of Unstable universe, sat on the ground like a beggar, his clothes torn and dirty unlike his usual elegant self.
His pride, his self-esteem, all suffered a crushing blow. Parrot shed heavy tears, gathering his humiliation, pain, and loss into an ugly mess of chaotic tears and loud sobs
Exhausted, he turned over very slowly, letting his long hair, a mixture of forest green that turned into a beautiful sky blue at the ends, fall loose and cover himself. He secured the parrot mask to his face he had never remove it , Not since joining unstable universe, he painfully raised his broken wings and wrapped them around him to warm himself.
As a final thought before going to sleep, he said, "Fuck everyone in this place "
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There's a fine line between good and evil for humans or any creature . all your actions may be good, but the moment you do something bad, everyone will turn against you. And nobody knew that better than Parrot.
A shattered king walked heavily toward the gateway to the world. He had never dared to leave unstable universe; it was too crowded, and finding a way in was difficult.
But... what good was it now that he had lost everything?
Unstable was one of many universes in the world, in a world where universes expanded and human existence diversified to include all hybrid forms, pure savage blood, and more.
And in a world where universes never cease to be born, Unstable was nothing more than a universe that came into being almost twenty years ago. Yet it was home to hundreds of millions of settlers who considered it a home, a homeland to which they would return.
And parrot let them all down, abandoning Unstable, his world, the place he considered home, to someone who didn't care about Unstable at all.
He stood infront of the gates of Unstable, and with a single, lingering glance, his feet left the ground he once considered his own.
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As soon as his feet stepped out of the gate, he found himself in a crowded place.
The loud voices of people and vendors drown out his thoughts; the laughter of children echoes through his head, filling him with a faint sense of nostalgia.
He's back.
He has returned to "the original" The origin of all creatures and the place where everyone has lived for thousands of years, it is said that the origin was the first world that was born
Accordingly, people have taken it as a home for billions of years. The creatures here are divided into five categories: dragons, who are one of the creatures whose existence extends for hundreds of years , They are rich and extremely proud of their strength and endurance, and this intense pride and arrogance is what always kills them .
voidlings Beings formed from void, like an eternal void without bodies, they are greedy and manipulative creatures living in the silent darkness of the end . It is said that trusting a voidlin is an invitation to failure and death.
Devils, inhabitants of the nether , Made of heat, known for their aggressive nature and evil environment, it is well known that approaching demons is a sin.
Hybrids are a mixture of humans and other creatures. People like hybrids are very ancient inhabitants, existing since the extinction of humans because most of them interbred with other creatures and there are no longer any pure humans.
And finally, pure blood. Those with pure blood are the ones who inhabit the best places in "the origin" now. To be of pure blood means only one thing: to always follow the Pope's family, or in other words, to be loyal to the Pope's family. This is what the so-called nobility have been doing for hundreds of years.
This is what parrot's family has been doing for hundreds of years The Papal Family believes in four things: purity, chastity, tolerance, kindness, and finally, humility.
This is what the saints were raised on. This is what parrot was raised on as well.
Parrot shook off his thoughts, pulled his mask tighter to hide his face, and covered his hair with the long cloak he wore. His broken wings were tied beneath his cloak. Parrot walked quickly through the alleys he knew by heart until he reached his destination.
An old house nestled among the alleys of a poor neighborhood.
He opened the door quietly, and said in a hushed voice, " Sam?"
"Huh? Who's there?" a heavy voice said slowly, approaching the entrance where Parrot was. Sam was a dragon hybrid, his black wings proudly displayed behind him. Parrot bit his lip at that.
"It's me," Parrot said quietly. Sam's smile twisted into a sly grin, his red eyes gleaming maliciously. Parrot trembled; Sam's gaze reminded him of Sparta's stare before he left.
"Who is it? Oh yes, of course it's you. You're the same person who left this house saying he'd never come back?"
"Sam, I don't want any trouble i need help " said Parrot, pulling off his cloak. He could barely stand properly. He looked up at Sam, who was smiling maliciously and with enjoyment. Any hope in Parrot's heart vanished after that, and any love he had ever felt for Sam disappeared.
Sam laughed loudly. "It's funny that you think I'd help you, after you chose your brothers over me. And where are your brothers that you're so proud of now? Why didn't they help you?"
Parrot said his eyes were burning, but he didn't want to cry; not here "they're busy."
" With ? "
Parrot quickly replied, " none of your business." Sam laughed in response and stood tall in front of Parrot. "You know, my dear childhood friend, perhaps I can help you in exchange for a small favor."
"What's it is ?" Parrot narrowed his gray eyes at Sam. "Easy " Sam said with an ugly smile. "Just your younger brother's tail and horns, not the demon's, but the dragon's."
"And what if I refuse?" Parrot said in a sinisterly calm voice. No sooner had he finished speaking than Sam kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying out of his house and into the wall, coughing up blood and letting out a miserable ugly scream as his wings hit the wall And twisted in a way they shouldn't have.
Parrot looked up at Sam, and by the time Sam was approaching him, Parrot had already made his decision.