So I dunno what happened, but over the course of the past 24-ish hours, I got a lot - and I mean A LOT (I mean like from three votes to thirty here)- of votes on this story. So I wanted to do a quick shoutout for those who voted since the last shoutout because WOW. THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!!

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And I wasn't going to post a chapter today, but how could I not after this! So enjoy! :)

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P.O.V: Virgil, First Person
Timeline: Flashback (cont.)

This is too soft to be my couch I thought as I opened my eyes.

And I was right. It was too soft.

Because this wasn't my couch.

It was Princey's bed.

My eyes opened quickly at the thought and I was immediately blinded by bright light. I let out a muffled cry of pain as my eyes watered, but I couldn't bring myself to look away.

Princey was...

...

Well, what exactly was he doing?

Prince was surrounded by at least ten different books, all of them open to different pages. I honestly didn't think he had any books - much less read anything at all. Like ever.

But that wasn't even the most surprising part.

Prince was glowing.

Yeah. GLOWING.

I stared flabbergasted at the whole scene.

Prince's eyes were closed tightly in concentration, his left hand out in front of him and the fingers of his right hand pressed harshly against his right temple. He was panting too, as if what he was doing was physically strenuous, instead of just doing some apparently intense concentrating.

And that's when he opened his eyes.

AND HIS EYES WERE PURE GOLD.

The iris, the pupil, the - the EVERYTHING was gold. Even though I wasn't entirely out of his range of sight, I somehow knew he wasn't seeing me at all, but something else that I couldn't see just yet.

And then sparks flew.

No, not those kind of sparks - geez.

But actual, literal purple sparks flew from his outstretched fingertips. They twisted together, and started... creating.

The purple sparks kept flowing from Prince's fingers, more and more twisting together in some kind of magical dance. They all connected together like some sort of tight spider web, the sparks pulsing in sync with one another, as they overlapped over and over again.

A brilliant purple light forced me to close my eyes, and when I peeled then open, I couldn't help the gasp that skipped from my lips.

It was... a wheelchair.

It was... beautiful.

The wheelchair was black and dark gray for the most part. But I noticed the purple tint Prince had added to the wheelchair and I couldn't help smiling -

Wait.

How did Prince know my favorite color was purple?

Not even Patton would know that.

Prince gave a loud gasp which stirred me from my thoughts, and Princey sunk down to the floor, bouncing tiredly on the balls of his feet. After taking a moment to recover from.... whatever just happened, Princs grinned weakly at the wheelchair, clearly exhausted.

"Let's see if this one works," he muttered, walking over and sitting down in the wheelchair, hesitantly.

He winced as he sat incredibly slowly, and froze once he was completely seated. Slowly, he grabbed the wheels and rolled himself forward, then backwards, and rose out of the chair as gently as possible.

And then he flopped in it as carelessly as possible.

The chair rolled backwards a bit from the force of it, but was otherwise perfectly fine.

Prince let out a grateful cry, before slumping in the chair completely, his head falling forwards a bit in exhaustion.

"Relieved much?"

Prince let out a yelp of surprise, jumping to his feet immediately. I smirked, amused by his wide eyes, which were slowly turning back to their usual brown, leaving only his iris gold.

"More startled than relieved, actually," Prince said, avoiding my eyes, a flush of embarrassment high on his cheeks.

I sat up, wincing a bit, feeling a little sore, but significantly better than earlier. "Is that whole thing normal?" I asked after a moment. "The glowing, purple sparks thing."

Prince looked up at me suddenly, surprised. "Is that what it looked like to you?"

I shifted, uncomfortable. What was the cryptic answer for? That was usually my thing.

"Well... yeah. Is that... not...uh, normal?"

Prince merely gave me an amused smile, shaking his head. "Normal has nothing to do with the matter. That display you just saw was a glimpse at your perspective of creation. It looks different for everyone," Prince explained.

I stared blankly, still confused. My perspective of creation? What does that even mean?

Seeing my confused expression, Prince continued. "Okay, so the first thing you need to realize is that everyone has a different perspective. Every single person, side, and whatever else that walks this planet sees things differently based around their own opinions, experiences, etc. That's their perspective. Does that make sense?"

I nodded, waiting for him to continue. I didn't realize Prince was this smart. But this was his element, I guess.

"Therefore, they all have their own thoughts and opinions on creation. Like an artist might see a swirl of colors or shapes, a writer a string of words, an architect a stream of blueprints, etc. What they would see is strictly based on their idea of creativity, in their own perspective. Are you still good?"

I nodded. So what someone sees when Prince... creates, is based around what that particular person considers creation. "What do the other sides see? Logic? Morality?" I asked, curious.

"Logic sees numbers, formulas, letters, words, and other things along those lines of creation. There's no real order, to my knowledge, just a jumble of letters and numbers. However," Prince said, passionately pacing the room, taking long -borderline dramatic - strides. " HOWEVER Morality sees memories, little video photographs of memories all coming together. The way he explained it, it was almost like a train, all these memories following each other in some elaborate pattern before swirling into bright white flash before disappearing."

I braced my arms on the bed, leaning back. "What do you see? And what's up with all the books?"

"I merely see the creation itself - in this case, I see the wheelchair, nothing more. How could I create with all that stuff you see in the way? What you see is all the extra stuff. As for the books," Prince said, rolling over towards the closest book. "In order to create an idea, I often don't need to have much prior knowledge. But in order to actually create a physical object - like a wheelchair - I need more information.

"Take the wheelchair for example," Prince continued, "Its much more than two wheels and chair, is it not? So I have to understand how it works, all the parts that go into helping the wheelchair do its job.

"For example, there's the wheels, the seat, armrest, of course, but what about everything holding it together? What exactly does a wheel alone consist of?" Prince motioned towards the books. "Without knowing all that, how could I possibly even begin to create a wheelchair? Much less get it to function properly?"

Silence.

"Prince?" I asked, quietly.

"Yeah?"

"That might just be the smartest thing I've ever heard you say."

Prince scoffed in offense, getting up from the wheelchair. "Come on, Dracula. Just hop in your wheely throne."

I slid off the bed and stood up.

Which proved to be a mistake.

I grunted as my legs struggled to hold my weight. Wow, I guess I still wasn't ready. I fell backwards back on the bed, exhausted from that small movement.

When I was prepared to try again I saw Prince with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Here," he said, reaching out his hand to help me up. Hesitantly, I took it.

Prince practically carried me, my arm thrown over his shoulders and we both grunted as I all but fell into the wheelchair.

Neither of us said a word, both too exhausted to speak. Still, I decided to test the chair and how to steer.

I rolled backwards easily enough. Feeling much more confident, I rolled forward.

... and I crashed.

I would have thought that I would have crashed going backwards. I guess I'm just that talented. Brilliant.

I crashed into a large trunk at the end of Prince's bed. I rubbed my left leg, which had taken the brunt if the impact. That would leave a bruise.

"Are you okay?" Prince asked, cockiness gone instantly, but something told me it wasn't because I'd gotten a little banged up. He seemed nervous and his flicked uncomfortably at the trunk.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?" I returned and Prince froze. "You're acting... really weird. Well," I amended, "More weird than usual."

Prince squirmed uncomfortably. His anxiety was literally coming off in intense waves.

"W-What? No, I'm just being me...normal... - uh- me. Uh, why would you - uh - think that?" Prince finished, rather abruptly.

"Oh, no reason," I answered rolling backwards.

Prince seemed to relax once he realized I wasn't going to press further.

"And Prince?"

"Yeah?"

"Give me back my headphones."

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Oh snap! Anxiety knows!! :O

Was the creation concept clear? What are your thoughts on it?

Wow.. this was a long one! I hope that you liked it! And thanks once again to the people that voted!

-Max :)