#i brought Glaishur back now give me money

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Part 18 >:] @bear-cubs-art-things I know you'll read this either way but

Just making sure

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On Amber Island, there was fear. It spread rapidly through the town, the Celestials breaking apart in search of their lost friends. Keeping themselves hidden was no longer an option. Schmoochle flew over the boat, Yool looking through every room. Blabbit had already started with the theories, being scolded by Hoola. Clavavera wished for their safety, knowing well it was all she could do.

For too long, there were no answers. Cecilia and Enya had gone out to speak to Furnoss himself, both to welcome him and to assist in his search. A years worth of explanations were thrown about in a matter or minutes. The Candelavra ordered for any and all flying monsters to begin their own search, to go as far as they believed they needed. Those unable to go far simply kept an eye out.

"Uh - Cecilia?" The kayna tugged on her arm nervously, "I think -"

"Not now, Enya."

"Cecilia!"

Enya seemed to freeze, their eyes lighting with a vibrant orange flame. For a moment, she was silent. The next, they spoke.

"A burned castle. The island it's on was small. There's something coming that way."

"Our island," Scaratar hopped to Furnoss's side, "She saw our island! Attmoz.. why would he go back?"

"I know the directions," Furnoss motioned Punkleton over. "Get Hoola, and tell her to bring the map."

Wind chilled Galvana to their core. Attmoz had taken them back onto the Seasonals ship to grap their toy, only for them to be ripped from the island and into the sky. Attmoz had the young monster in a tight grasp, bolting through the sky with two cloud wings formed onto his back as it grew darker and darker with vicious stom clouds. He can't wait any longer. He had the confirmation he needed.

Galvana cried out, overwhelmed and scared of the ocean below. They no longer trusted for Attmoz not to drop them. Their little hands dug into his fur, his skin. But he didn't acknowledge it. So long as he had the supernatural orb and its powers, he didn't care. Galvana came with him because they were the only one who knew where their power remained.

Attmoz hardly knew which way to go. The wind rattled in his ears and caused his eye to water, proving difficulties of his journey. It just didn't matter. Hours of flying would be worth everything in the end.

He soon found he wasn't alone. Behind him soared a monster half his height, firey feathered wings flapping against the current of harsh gusts.

"That's enough, kid!" They called out, "Turn around! There's nothing out here for you!"

The air Celestial shifted himself back, a strong fog rising from the waters below up to him. Hidden, he began to form intricate twists and turns, easily losing the monster chasing him. They fell from the sky, plummeting into the ocean. Staying afloat, the glowl yelled once more. Only now, they called for reinforcement.

Another flying beast made their way through the maze of fog, four eyes, four arms, and purple wings. They had a proboscis, which erupted with a harsh, rippling noise in an attempt to get Attmoz's attention. It had worked, though likely not what the rare Floogull had hoped for. With the mixture of Attmoz's powers and the fear-driven electricity of Galvana, lighting struck the rare from the sky. Charred wings don't carry far. Soon, they joined their fallen friend.

The sight just barely knocked a bit of sense into the air monster. But he was determined. Nothing would set him off track.

What could've been hours of flying and crying was finally coming to an end. It wasn't until he landed that Attmoz realized the small cuts all over his and Galvana's skin. He wondered how they had gotten there..

The castle had fallen apart further since their departure. Attmoz left Galvana on the stone ground, tearing up the sheets of molded wood and decaying debris from the burial sight. It fell apart like ash in his hands, staining his fur and leaving splinters in his fingers.

There he lied, rested among the wreckage. Glaishurs body remained as it had been when they left. It hadn't rotted nor changed, almost as if it had been frozen in time. Attmoz could see the burnt flesh, the missing patches of fur and skin. The left side of Glaishur's skull was still visible. A horrible sight.

He grabbed onto Galvana's orb, now smeared with rot. His hands tingled with its element like needles poking him. Galvana was in no way able to do this themselves. Attmoz needed that power, the energy, but he couldn't get to it. It was caged away, kept from him. He looked over every bit of it, trying to find something of it. Soon, he found a crack in the glass.

The edges of his mouth curled into a smile. Glaishur was coming back. Everything would be normal again. Everything would be ok.

Attmoz lifted the ball into the air and then smashed it on the ground. He raised it high, then down. Over and over, he beat the orb til the broken pattern grew larger. One more time, he lifted it up.

"Attmoz!" Galvana cried.

It took the final blow. It shattered in his hands, ripping apart his exposed flesh. However, he felt no pain from it. Attmoz felt waves upon waves of pure electricity course through his body, burning his veins and tearing him apart limb by limb. He felt as if his body were being shredded. Mutilated. Destroyed. And yet his smile remained. Through the agony, he felt accomplished. Everything was ok now.

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Beeps echoed in Attmoz's head. Vision blurred, he was unable to recognize or make sense of his location. One thing was for sure: it wasn't his home. It smelled of a chemical he wasn't familiar with, cold as ever. Something felt tight around his arm, something else over his chest. It was painful to move.

"He's waking up," someone whispered.

The celestial blinked a few more times. Finally, his sight was restored. The room was primarily white, a few splotches of beige here and there. A single window to his left was covered with a curtain, small rays of moonlight shining through.

"I'd asked how you feel," a different voice spoke, "but I'd assume your answer is 'shit'."

"Viola, be nice! He's been through a lot," another scolded.

"Fine. Anyway, I'm Viola. Possibly the only bowgart here who knows what they're doing."

Attmoz wasn't sure what a Bowgart was, but Viola seemed reliable enough. She had four arms, two of which held a clipboard and pen, and a light purple pelt that was covered by a white coat. Round glasses stood on the edge of their face, occasionally being pushed back up as she spoke of his condition. Next to them stood a small pink Furcorn who seemed oddly familiar. It didn't make any sense to him. Where was he? How had he gotten here?

"I'm going to go out on a limb and say you have no memory, no?"

"N- wha - no?"

"As expected," She flipped a page up. "You're lucky your anatomy is relatively simple compared to the other monsters that get put in here. Sustained a lot of injuries, still better than the guy next to you. After being resuscitated, you were flown out here from many islands away, and now we get to deal with it. Considering you haven't killed me yet, I can also assume your celestial abilities are very minor."

"Ok, glasses, I get it.. where's Glaishur?"

"Behind that curtain. He must love the sound of ringing, considering he flatlined multiple times."

Attmoz immediately jerked himself to get up, only for his body to be restricted to the bed. Under the blanket, he was held to the mattress.

"Oh, and that? Furnoss warned us ahead of time you weren't exactly stable."

Attmoz ripped his way through it easily.

"Oh, well, fuck me I guess."

Viola helped the injured monster walk, the little Furcorn pushing the IV pole. Behind the curtain, Glaishur rested in his bed. He was visibly scuffed up and beaten, but far better than before. Most of the fur on his body had to be shaved in order to perform proper inspections and sutures, as well as a bit on the size of his face, but the bandages covered most of it. He had his little toy, Boo, tucked into the blankets next to him. He played with Plixie and Hornacle, both being very careful as they stuck stickers onto one another.

"Thank the Celestials - er, you - for pain medications. Probably the only thing keeping both of you sane."

"You aren't a very good doctor," Flower the Furcorn complained.

"I'm a bad monster, not a bad doctor."

"How 'bout you both shut up, eh?"

Flower and Viola agreed. Glaishur looked up from the two kids to Attmoz. For a while, neither knew what to say. Glaishur motioned for Attmoz to come closer. Once he did, the cold monster stuck a shimmering smiley-face sticker on his cheek. He didn't have any words to give, but maybe this was enough.

"Heh. Missed you too, bud."

Furnoss spoke with the doctors on and off, having to learn about medicines and routines in order for Glaishur and Attmoz to remain healthy once they're well enough to leave.

"Oh, and the last guy seemingly had no complications. It's already up and walking."

"Last guy?" Furnoss questioned.

The door opened. Attmoz grew tense immediately at the sight of who stood there.

"Loodvigg," Furnoss gave a horrid look. The shadow monster lowered his eyes.

"Well?" Syncopite moved to Furnoss's side, "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I.. I'm sorry." Loodvigg drew in a long breath. "While I was.. away.. I spoke with an Interdimensional monster."

A feline-ish monster leaned into the frame of the door, slightly transparent with thin purple fur covering them. They waved.

"I believe.. it would be best if I left. There is.. much to work on. For myself and for you."

Furnoss looked to Attmoz, Glaishur, Syncopite. They seemed to believe Loodvigg, just this once.

"Very well then," Furnoss kept his arms crossed. "Once we find a home, maybe I'll ponder the idea of you being allowed within it."

"There is no need, Furnoss. You've given me far too much grace. This very well may be goodbye."

Loodvigg felt a slight tug of his arm. Galvana stood there, pulling it down and smacking at its face. They didn't seem all too annoyed, maybe even a bit entertained.

"Alright, alright. You've made your point, Galvana, I understand-"

They then put a bandage over the spot where they had hit so often. Loodvigg's eyes grew glossy with ink black tears. How could he have ever hurt such a forgiving monster? Did they understand what they had done?

"Thank you, Galvana. I must be on my way. Furnoss? Thank you. If I could ever show my gratitude, I would."

The ghazt hovered into the room, soaring around Loodvigg and leaving.

"I best be going.. goodbye, everyone. Hopefully, if we meet again, it will be different."

Did he really forgive Loodvigg after everything? After all the shit it had put then through? Maybe he did.

"What now?" Attmoz asked Furnoss.

"We go home," he answered simply. "We were offered a spot to stay at near the hospital while you and Glaishur heal up a bit more. I plan to look around the area for a while, meet a few monsters. Plant Island is huge. There's definitely somewhere we can stay."

Plixie pulled a blanket up and over Glaishur, demanding for him to sleep and get better. It didn't seem too bad of an idea to him. He pulled Boo closer to himself, settling under the covers. It wasn't the best bed, but he had never felt more comfortable in his life. He was out cold in seconds.

Viola offered a tour of the hospital to Attmoz as the rest of the group left. He declined, saving it for another time while he also rested up more. Besides, he'd rather be with his bud more than anything.

Tomorrow is another day.

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