Chapter 4 - Voices
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The young elf inspected his brother's find carefully. It was the morning after Scott had taken Xornoth's crystal. He couldn't tell what was so special about it. He had left the palace early at the break of dawn.

The cyanette was sitting in an open, grassy area near the sheep and cow pens.

It seemed to be some sort of...Jewelry? A choker? Who knew his brother was that kinky?

Speaking of which, Scott carefully put on the black choker around his neck with the now ice blue gem with a glowing red center was hanging down from the choker. Nothing happened.

"Well, what an unexpected turn of events."

Scott turned his head around in a panic, searching for te source of the voice. "Who- Where-?"

"Do not fret young elf. I'm not physical. I'm more...Of a voice of someone from the past."

"Who are you?"

"You know who I am. But you can't identify me."

"What do you want with me?" Scott asked fearfully. He must be looking considerably stupid for talking to himself.

"Well, I was aiming for your brother more but then you picked up the crystal. You have more of my brother's thing. Eh, no matter. You'll work too."

"Work for what?" Scott was getting scared of what might happened. He regretted taking the piece of jewelry from his brother.

"I'll tell you. But only if you let me do one thing."

"What do you want?" Scott asked cautiously.

"Do you want power Scott Major?"

"Power?"

"Ah, why am I even asking? Everyone wants power."

"Um-"

"I'll just take it as a yes," the voice said, ignoring Scott.

"I-"

"But you'll have to pay a price."

Scott gritted his teeth. "Fine. What do you want?"

"You. I want your mind. I want to control you."

"WHAT?!"

"Hush down child."

"There's no way I'm letting you take control of my actions!"

"Fine then, I guess I'll have to do it by force."

The voice faded away leaving Scott in painful silence by himself. Even the sheep stared at him with a confused expression.

"Oh mind you," Scott snapped.

Out of nowhere, he felt something hot against his skin. Where the choker was. Scott looked down at the crystal hanging around his neck and carefully picked it up with two fingers. He dropped it in shock. It was hot. Burning hot. Literally.

The crystal fell back onto Scott's skin and he shrieked in pain from the feeling. Well, after all, it was a lot worse for him.

He had inherited ice powers and so his body wasn't accustomed to hot temperatures. So this burning heat would hurt a lot more to Scott than anyone else. The main reason why he tried his best to avoid the nether. Didn't help he was also a snowy owl hybrid. His wings were always overheated in the nether.

Scott collapsed to the ground from the overwhelming heat. The sheep looked at him with a worried expression.

"Have you learned your lesson?" The stupid voice was back. The heat died down almost immediately. "Have you learned to not talk back to me?"

"Fuck you," Scott muttered, breathing heavily. He cried out in pain as the heat reappeared in an instant.

"How about now?" The voice growled.

"You mother fucker," Scott groaned.

"Would you want me to do that again?"

Scott immediately got filled with fear. "Fine, fine!"

"Good."

"Can you at least at tell me who you are?"

"You know who I am. One of the 'Great Stags'."

"Aeor?"

The voice scoffed. "My brother's like you. Pathetically sensitive to heat."

"Exor."

"Precisely."

Scott stood up using the sheep pen for stability. He felt lightheaded. As if nothing in the world mattered. As if he was as free as a bird.

Then an overwhelming heat took over Scott and he lost control. He knew Exor had control over him now. And doing something wrong would mean more treacherous heat.

He still had some control. But now his decisions were bent at Exor's will.

"I want you," Exor said, as Scott, absent minded, wandered his way back to the castle. "To kill your family. Fail in doing so and I'll make sure you'll regret living."

"I can't," Scott said in his mind.

"Do it."

"No," Scott whispered, placing his hand on the doorknob of the front door.

Scott hissed in pain as the heat burned him.

"Now?"

"No."

"Fine, I'll do it."

Scott felt light headed for a split second. Then he came back to his senses. But he couldn't control what he was doing.

Scott turned the doorknob and there she was. His mother. And sitting across from her was her father. They seemed to be talking about something important. He managed to catch a couple words.

"Scott," "Xornoth," "marriage," "coronation," "crowning"...

"No," Scott whispered to himself. But no sound emoted out of his mouth.

"Mum?"

Scott's mother turned around to her son. "Scott, you're up early. Do you need something?"

"Can we talk in private?" Asked Scott- Exor?

"Sure, why don't we go to the secret room?"

"Alright."

The mother and...son? The two went to the secret roof hidden in the stone wall by the village. His mother, Syrene, flipped the lever hidden behind a small dirt hill. The two entered before closing the door behind them.

"What do you need to talk about?" Syrene asked.

"Why don't we just cut to the chase?" Exor said.

"What are you talking about Scott?"

"Scott?" Exor used Scott's body to scoff at the Queen. "That pathetic mistake?"

"Who- Who are you?!" Syrene drew her sword. "What have you done to my son?!"

Exor laughed. He pulled Scott's hand back and trusted it forward.

"NO!" Scott immediately knew what was about to happen. But his body didn't say it. Because he wasn't in control.

Syrene gave a blood chilling shriek as the icicle pierced through her body.

The queen's sword fell to the ground with a clatter. Her crown fell off her head and rolled under her. The bright red blood dripped slowly onto the golden crown.

Exor, using Scott's body, picked up the crown and smirked. With a tap of his right pointer finger the crown turned to ice. Exor dropped it onto the ground and it shattered. The stag brother chuckled.

He looked up at Syrene's dead body. The blood was staining the blue ice purple with a bit of red here and there. There was also a small pool of blood in the middle of Syrene's shadow.

Scott was horrified. Traumatized. This was Scott's own mother. And Scott had killed her. It was his fault.

"Scott? Mum?"

Scott turned around to see his older brother staring, horrified at the scene in front of him.

. . .

Scott knew where his brother was going. He had just killed his own father and his brother was going to banish him.

Scott knew about the book at spawn. He knew his brother was going to write his name in the book.

When Scott found his brother, he had put down the quill.

"Xornoth!" Xornoth payed no mind and reached for the button. "NO!"

. . .

"You failed Scott Major."

Scott was in a void. A pitch black void. He was kneeling on a 3 by 3 platform of sea lanterns.

"I'm sorry," Scott said, shaking with fear. "Please don't punish me..."

"I can't let your failure go without punishment Scott. You'll never learn if I do."

"Please..." Scott shrieked in pain as the heat appeared. It was hotter than before. He felt as if he was dying. "Please! PLEASE!" Tears rolled down the cyanette's cheeks as he cried.

"I'm going to have to find somewhere else for you to stay," Exor scoffed. "Weakling."

There was a moment of silence before Exor spoke again. "I found somewhere for you. One of those people will be joining the server you were banished from. I will make them your host. When they join, you'll get access. This is your chance to redeem yourself Scott Major."

Scott Major, Exor's failure, was made a Starborne and put into an entirely new place. He stayed to himself in a hole in a mountain. Taking the poppy down from his hair, Scott carefully stared at it. Frosting it over so that it would last longer, Scott preserves the fragile flower.

As he grew older, Exor corrupted him more and more. Until he gained a demon form in the place he was banished from. As he watched others join as new origins, Scott grew more manipulative. More evil. More corrupted. All under the influence of no one other than Exor himself. Being fed the lies Exor came up with. And when Exor thought he had finished his work and that Scott was now more than enough fueled with hatred for his friends, he left.

At last Scott could get some peace and be himself. But he wasn't himself. He wasn't him. This wasn't him. This was Exor. Exor's work.

He waited. Scott waited for the perfect moment to appear and seem like a new member of the community.

Then he saw her. He immediately knew she was the one. His host. His way back. His way of getting revenge.

Her. The merling. Niki Nihachu...
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Scott's origin's origin story? Also I realize this now. After I finish writing this chapter. My design for Scott for this book has stars underneath his left eye. And his left arm had a bit of his origin skin too. This chapter just unintentionally explained how rhey got there- IT WAS UNINTENTIONAL I SWEAR- There will also be more chapters with these stories from the past. They will be added randomly
- Pleb