Long ago, there once ruled a King. That King was one of the greatest kings to live, his story told throughout time without fail.

Some even think that story reached the outer reaches of the stars.... The truth was that it reached far beyond that.

It reached the far vastness of the multiverse, heard throughout the Aus without any prodding from others..

Some think that King was made up, to be told as a folktale...

But others believe in the opposite. They believe that he will once again rise and take his place... They believed in the inscription that spoke 'The once and future king..'.

They say all legends and myths have a small truth in them.....

Heh, they have no clue how true that statement is...

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Error sighed softly, staring up at the stars that shown brightly.

One thing he liked about some Aus was the quiet areas.. The ones that weren't bothered by others. It helped him think...

Why couldn't he have peace like this more often? Just moments where he wouldn't be attacked constantly...

Those moments were nice..

Error looked away from the stars, his eyelights landing on the quilt he was knitting in his hands. It wasn't finished, heck it was way to far from finished.

But you could still see part of the design that was there.. The design so far was a royal purple background, gold details surrounding the hilt of a sword.

The sword was unfamiliar to the destroyer, him never have seen any like it. The wooden part was a stone color, gold covering certain parts of it. There was a multicolored stone at the tip, it changing color depending on the light. He didn't know what the blade looked like yet, seeing as the quilt wasn't finished.. But so far it looked interesting.

He hummed, starting the process again. The quilt wasn't gonna finish itself.....

Behind one of the many trees, a shadow hid. The shadow watched as Error knitted, the only thing visible from them was their blood red eyes that glowed. They held a smirk, eyes zeroing in on the design of the quilt in the destroyer's hands.

They had recognized the sword... It was one held by their relative from millennia ago..

They chuckled quietly, their smirk widening as they whispered," ...Found you..."

The gears of fate are starting to turn...

No one is safe from repeats of history...