chilei-writes-weewoo

[chilei-writes-weewoo]

for my pretty ultra handsome platonic tumble spouse darling precious @technologyvoid 👉👈

she looks at them - no, it - with fear filled eyes, her arm falling limply to her side as the pistol cracks and falls apart in her grasp. tears well in her eyes that were once filled with so much hope, with so much love for the person in front of her, so much admiration and curiosity. her vision blurs slightly, as she barely manages to croak out a single word, a question filled with utter betrayal.

“why?”

it smiles, head cocked to the side, eyes squinting slightly. those eyes. once so familiar, so kind… they look so, so very… foreign. the word feels final: foreign. there’s no going back to the familiar red anymore.

“why?”

she repeats louder, a few stray tears now running down her cheeks despite her desperate attempts to not cry in front of it. she looks into their eyes and filches; oh how empty they look. they lack the glint of mischief, the warm glow of a hearthfire inside. now they look more like the empty, cold, and formless void around them.

“WHY?!”

she screams now, her voice lashing out of her throat, into the void, swallowed by the never-ending blackness. it’s smile stretches, full of malice, as it raises the strange looking gun, no doubt weaved from the void, in its hand. her tears are now streaming freely down her face.

she doesnt care anymore. they - it - betrayed her. them. Everyone.

they betrayed the world. they betrayed their family.

and yet. she thought she stood a chance against it. against the very destruction of the universe, with nothing but a flimsy pistol in her hand. but she knew she could have done it, if it was them. but it wasnt. not anymore.

it doesnt even say anything, just looks at her with lazy curiosity. she hears its voice in her head, mocking her, twisting her thoughts. before it pulls the trigger, she manages a single thought of her own: i thought i was the one holding the gun…

[chilei-writes-weewoo]

eyy i wrote again lol have fun trying to understand what the fuck is going on because i dont know either 👍 honkai star rail again in case you couldnt tell because i can

the lights of the club flash in neon, momentarily blinding ████ and leaving little particles dancing in their vision, stinging the memory onto their retinas. the heavy bass thumps in their eardrums, despite being muffled by the club’s walls, vibrating in their skull. through the small gap of the door, as a few partygoers exit the building with drinks and cigarettes in hand, laughing loudly collectively at some joke probably, ████ catches a glimpse of a mass of bodies, dancing and drinking in the cramped space, skin on skin, body against body.

████ heaves a heavy sigh, glaring at the club, as well as they’re capable in the brightness of pink and blue. there was no way he would go there, they think as they eye the smoking group of skimpily clothed youngsters lollygagging just outside the entrance. suddenly feeling a bit out of place, ████ shrugs their jacket closer, frowns harder (if that’s even possible at this point) and steps slightly closer to the giggling group of people. though slightly would probably be an understatement, as ████’s steps are rather long despite their small stature.

the loitering people turn to look at ████, but quickly part to let them through upon seeing the seething expression on their face. they open the door to the club and are immediately greeted by even brighter lights and the smell of alcohol mingling with sweat and something else they don’t feel like knowing. the mass of bodies immediately swallow them in, despite their efforts to stay at the edges of the room.

████ looks around, only seeing shoulders, necks and the occasional back. they sigh again, they’re still a head or more shorter than the average person here. despite wearing heels. the music blasts from all directions so loudly that ████ thinks they might go deaf if they spend another minute in the vicinity of this place. the previously just bright neons are glaringly bright inside, almost to the point of blinding.

their only solace, surprisingly, is their height; the lights don’t come from straight up and thus are mostly blocked by the dancing people around; the unnerving amount of bodies also muffle the music, if only slightly. someone’s arm bumps against ████’s and they immediately whirl around, trying to catch the culprit of possible assault, their fingers curled into tight fists, ready to bash the assaulter’s head in. but they find no-one. ████ wills their heart to stop pounding so loudly in their ears and their breathing to slow to as normal as they can get it to.

the stress-inducing situation gets the lights to feel a tad bit more aggressive, the music a little sharper, the smells slightly more dizzying, and the people seem just a hint more shapeless. a heavily perfumed woman breezes past ████, causing them to choke back a cough as little black dots dance at the edges of their vision. their nose itches and eyes sting.

████ pushes against the onslaught of intoxicated people, weaving between them towards the closest wall. they know getting trapped against the wall would be a terrible situation, but ████ needed space right this instant. they make it to the bar where it’s less crowded, and take a deep breath. right now the pungent scent of alcohol seems almost welcoming, clearing a bit of the fog in ████’s head. the bartender almost approaches, but is quickly sent away with a light glare.

████ sighs once more, turning their back to the bar and gazing back into the mass of people. the coolness of the bar’s surface beneath their arms feels like a wake-up call, a reminder of why ████ risked their hearing and vision to come in here. the momentarily tranquil expression on ████’s face is quickly replaced by a frown, again. the man sitting on the bar stool next to them knocks back what was left of his drink, whoops loudly and dances into the crowd, his hands still visible over the people’s heads as the rest of him disappears between the numerous bodies on the dancefloor.

████ slides into the empty seat just as a woman was about to sit down. the woman sneers at them, before finding another place to bother the bartender at. ████ looks after the woman with disdain, they were here on way more important business than she could ever hope to be. they shift their position on the rickety stool, their knee braced against the seat to give them a slight leverage of height.

grimacing at the sight of so many people and still not a good enough view, ████ briefly considers standing up on the bar itself. the idea is quickly shot down, as they don’t want to attract too much attention to themselves. their eyes scan the crowd for anything that might be just slightly familiar. their eyes sweep over countless pairs of lovers, wound so tightly together they might as well be a single entity. and their mind begins to wander.

"he's what?" their exasperated question comes out more like a statement than a question. they stare at the red haired woman sitting in front of them, not quite believing what she had just said.

"he said he went clubbing," the woman repeats calmly, swirling the black coffee in her cup.

"no, i heard you the first time," ████ sighs and looks out of the large window of the train. their face reflects from the glass slightly, their carmine red eyes betraying a hint of the emotions they feel. "why would he, though? i mean, he doesn't belong in a club, does he."

"no, he doesn't," the woman chuckles in agreement. she takes a sip of her coffee, eyeing the young person standing in front of her over the rim of her coffee cup, an amused glint in her eyes.

"go look for him," she suggests after seeing the myriad of emotions swirling behind ████'s eyes, as much as they try to hide their thoughts. he has that effect on them sometimes. the woman smiles as ████ snorts, unamused.

"right. i don't belong in a club either," they retort dismissively.

"but more than him, at least," she knew they wanted to go, at least that much was blindly obvious. even to a blind person. but yet, she knew they felt something else entirely as well. ████ grumbles something in response, before slowly leaving the train. soon after, the woman's phone pings.

"where lol" the text from ████ reads. the woman smiles and sends them the "most probable" location he "could" have gone to. they go offline after thanking her. she smiles into her coffee cup, ████ was a mystery most of the time, but sometimes they were so easy to read. especially when he was involved.

resurfacing from their cruise on memory-lane, ████ turns their gaze away from the couples and does their best to ignore them and bat away whatever embarrassing thought they might have gotten. among the unfamiliar people, they spot a tuft of familiar looking black hair, weaving among the innumerable amount of blondes and brunettes.

upon seeing the speck of black hair, ████ jumps into action. or, as well as they possibly can in an overcrowded club. they push past people, weaving between them, towards where they saw the familiar hair, their head filled with thoughts of finally finding him.

their movement slows to a stop when two realizations hit them; they can't find him with their disadvantaged height. and the bit of black hair could be someone else entirely. ████ feels their heart sink, disappointment and fear filling the place where their heart had been. he could be somewhere else entirely.

as ████ contemplates the predicament they find themselves in, surprisingly enough, the crowd parts. they look at the unexpected, although small, space that just appeared next to them, their eyes lock onto something.

he's here.

████ stares. they know they stare and they know they shouldn't, but they stare. and he turns.

his eyes widen as he recognizes them, and he stares back. to ████, the world seems to slow down as they make eye contact. they usually dislike looking directly into someone's eyes, but they just found him.

the flashing neons dim in their eyes; the music seems to come from afar, another room, another reality; the people feel farther away, as if they were illusions or hallucinations.

he's here.

████ thinks the air around them thins, their breaths feeling more labored, as their previously sunken heart skips a beat before beating rapidly against their collarbones in an unsteady rhythm. they hear static in their ears as blood rushes to their head, rendering them mostly incapable of thought.

why mostly? because there is a thought in their head. a thought as clear as the windows of the train. a very loud thought: he's here.

someone rudely bumps against ████, and the eye contact between the two breaks, returning the world to its normal deafeningly loud and blindingly bright state. ████ glares daggers at the passing person's back, swearing under their breath as they try to look for him again.

but they found him. they push past people (where did so many of them come from? there was space a few seconds ago!), elbowing some in the back while they frantically try to find him again. their heart beats sound so loud and frantic to ████ that they're afraid it could be heard over the heavy bass thumping from the stereos.

the person they're about to shove suddenly moves, or is moved, aside by a very familiar hand. the sight of it causes a new sensation to bubble up in ████'s stomach, their ears filling with static yet again as the world slows down around them, their gaze slowly rising to his.

he's here.

the two stare at each other, neither unable (or perhaps unwilling?) to look away. ████'s mouth runs dry, suddenly out of things to say. luckily enough, he has something to say to break the, actually nonexistent, silence. he opens his mouth, voice barely to be heard above the loud music, hoarse and slightly shaky.

"you're here."

[chilei-writes-weewoo]

apparently i got possessed by some dead author or something and wrote. yes for honkai star rail fight me. yanqing this time because i love the little man

every time he smiles - oh that warm and soft smile, like spring sunlight filtering through the canopy overhead - i feel something shift inside of my body. it’s almost like leaves unfurling after a particularly cruel winter, or flowers blooming from a refreshing spring rain in my chest. it’s like worms unearthing during heavy rain in autumn, or the lone plum blossoms enduring a heavy snow storm. it makes no sense to me, but i dont mind.

his smile is captivating in a way a child’s smile is captivating: there is no self-consciousness, no hidden secrets. when i see him smile, i get the urge to smile with him, despite the fact that my smile could never even hope to achieve the radiance of his. i’ve seen him smile at the seemingly ever stoic Master Diviner and get her to smile, slightly, but a smile is a smile. i swear to the Aeons, wherever they are, his smile could soften anyone’s heart.

he’s frequently busy, constantly training with his swords, but he never complains. when i sometimes manage to find him, he actually looks like he’s enjoying it. these times he always spots me, no matter how hard i try to blend in with the bushes, and gives me one of the warmest smiles i’ve seen; his cheeks are slightly flushed from exerting himself during training; his eyes reflect the sunlight, making them look like little ponds of liquid gold; a few small, glistening drops of sweat sliding down his chin and forehead; and his lips curl into a sweet smile that even rivals the sun’s radiance and warmth. i never bring a camera with me when i go looking for him, but i’m starting to think i should. not that i expect the camera to be able to capture the moment as well as my eyes see it happening, but i have to try. at least once.

his smile is the best after i ruffle his hair. his face scrunches up slightly as a small giggle escapes his lips. he always tries to act disgruntled afterwards as he turns away from me to smooth his hair back into place, grumbling about how i messed up his hair, but i manage to catch a glimpse of a small smile. i dont know why he’s deemed it necessary to hide it from me, but i dont find it necessary to think too hard about these things.

if his smile is already radiant, then i’m afraid i’m out of words to describe his laugh. it’s like a dewdrop at the break of dawn, when the sunlight is the colour of harvest-ready barley fields, and the air smells of a cold night meeting the warm morning sun. it’s like a small stream rippling down a mountainside as the oncoming spring melts the heaps of snow gathered on tree branches. it’s like walking on the beach while holding your shoes in your hand as the sea laps at your ankles, watching the sun set below the horizon and painting the waves with a golden path to an endless journey.

his laugh is energizing, like taking a dive into the half frozen lake in the middle of the winter. it’s like taking a stroll in autumn while it’s storming like the end of the world is approaching. when i hear his laugh i want to take his smaller hand into mine and run through the town. his laugh makes me want to have a sparring match with him, or even the general himself. i would fight the Aeons themselves to hear him laugh.

his smile, and laugh for that matter, wouldnt be complete without his eyes. his eyes, wide and accepting, curious in their own way, reflecting the colour of the sun as if it was their own. his eyes are the most beautiful in the mornings when the sun rises, golden rays peeking just above the foggy horizon. a close second would be when the sun sets, warmth of a long day slowly giving way to the cool of night, as the moon rises as a pale mirror for the sun to shine upon the streets even at night. during these fleeting moments, his eyes are the most beautiful. maybe just because it’s so fleeting and momentary. maybe because i only get to see one of these moments in a day, sometimes neither.

without the warmth in his eyes, his smile wouldnt be nearly as lovely as it is. i remember once as he was taking a break from training and taking a stroll with me through the streets, someone flew a kite into my face. as i struggled to untangle the toy from my hair, i could only hear him laugh. i managed to lift the kite slightly, to see the bottom half of his face. as radiant as his smile was, and as bright as his laugh sounded, i felt that it was missing something crucial. lifting the kite a little more (and probably tearing out a few strands of my hair), i see his eyes, scrunched up in laughter, small teardrops gathering at the corners of his eyes. instantly, i feel that the picture is complete in my head.

it’s not only his smile that’s radiant; it’s him as a whole: personality, mannerisms, actions, speech patterns, and - of course - his smile. he’s still a child, but i can see him growing up to a wonderful adult with many fawning over him, young and old. ah, that reminds me, i should probably check in with the conductor, see if i can manage to convince them to come back in a few years. i’d love to watch him grow up, but duty calls. i really should take a picture before we leave.

[chilei-writes-weewoo]

honkai star rail has me in A Grip™ and im down bad for sampo so i wrote a thing for if i was in the world of hsr

his eyes are like winter, cold and professional, never an ounce of emotion in them when he looks at me. like the epitome of "nothing personal, it's just business" (i feel like he's said it to me before...). he only catches my eyes for a split second when talking to me, then turns his gaze ever slightly away, like the fleeing sunlight during a winter storm. i try to cherish the moment our eyes meet, to chase his gaze as discreetly possible... but to no avail. he always finds a way to look past, to distract, and to flee from sight... professional and efficient as always.

whenever he does look at me, i get the feeling that he sees me as *just* a customer and nothing... more. always a passerby, never a regular face around. people sometimes think we're friends, that we're close like a beach and the sea, yet he always corrects them, saying "we barely even know each other." i must agree with him, we *do* barely know each other. i wish it weren't like that; that we could be seen regularly together, laughing and talking, yet still joke about being strangers.

but i jest. that has no chance of ever happening, no matter how hard i were to try. he and i are different breeds of people, as similar as opposites can be... not the best choice of words on my part perhaps, as we are still rather similar, whether it be in humor or personality, but we are long past the time for friendship. if i were to compare friendship to a fruit, the perfect time would be when the fruit is ripe, or even slightly raw. between him and i, the fruit has long since fallen to the ground, long since rotted beyond recognition.

his eyes were like spring, green and filled with a budding hope of deception. friendly smiles and joking grins, even slightly flirty winks sometimes, all to be gone to dust when the right time strikes. his confidence should be commended, that i can say, if nothing else. his blind trust in himself and his ability to successfully deceive someone is almost admirable, if i weren't one of the unfortunate targets. i knew of this, yet foolishly thought i wouldnt fall for his antics, that he wouldnt dare to attempt with me... i must have forgotten down the line...

sometimes i wish i could go back, back to when he looked at me like i was the first budding leaf of spring, despite it all being a lie. to go back and not think of him possibly lying to me and enjoy the little time we had while it lasted. go back to the time when we would dive head-first into the snow, fully clothed, and return to the town shivering and cold, but still laughing together. back to when his laugh sounded free, like a stream of freshly melted snow, and not strained like metal stretched too thin.

but i know i can't go back. and even if i could, i'd still do the same things i did now, and nothing would change. if i were to go back, i'd go back to our first meeting, and choose to not believe him. better yet, i could choose to simply not listen to him in the first place. yet, i know that nothing would change if i went back; i would have still listened, i would have still believed, and i would have still... everything would still be the same...

his eyes were once like summer, warm and soothing, lovely to look into. not to be sappy, but i think i could have stared into them for hours upon hours if i were given the chance to... and if he wouldn't tease me for it... i knew he would, so i never looked that long; but if i had - despite the teasing - i wonder if i'd have seen through the lies, through the façade he put on, or would i have only seen the beauty of them, the captivating green of them...

probably not. back then, i would have only seen the good in him, only the parts i wanted to see. even if i *had* seen the truth behind his eyes, there would be a chance i'd just dismiss it, leave it to the future-me to worry about. thinking back , i probably did just that, leave things for later... maybe i had always known the outcome, but refused to detatch myself while it was still easy, while it was still enjoyable...

sometimes i miss the way his knuckes would brush against mine while we walked together, side by side; the slightly bashful smile he'd send my way with an apology when it happened... i miss when i'd jokingly grab his hand and tease him for being shy; the small flustered squeak he'd let out and the almost unnoticable blush spreading across his cheecks.... i wonder if they were a part of his act too? i doubt any of it was real... it felt real to me, but maybe i'd have worn the red tinted sunglasses for far too long already...

my eyes are like autumn, ember red of a dying flame, a stark contrast to his lively green. many say my eyes are unnerving and look unfeeling, did he see them like that too? i never asked, either because i believed him to think of them differently, or because i feared his response. regardless of what he might think, my eyes hold the dying light of hope, for even a while longer, for until the cold of winter snuffs out the embers, no matter how warm they may be. clinging to baseless hope is probably useless, but i'm in too deep to let go anymore. i've always been in too deep - right from the start.

his eyes are like winter, biting cold whenever he looks at me. my eyes are like autumn, dying embers of hope still flickering until he, the winter, decides it's time for the flames to die out.

[chilei-writes-weewoo]

yes hello wow

im chilei the unbridled rage hotsauce and this is my writing blog! i rarely post here!

if i do actually post tho just expect absolute shitfucked writing lmao

im assuming the weird snippets confuse you (understandably so). most of them are actually a part of a choose your own adventure story! link to the beginning

im way more active on @chilei-the-hotsauce (its literally my main blog smg) i'd prefer you went there actually

go now shoo, away from the pinned post with you

[chilei-writes-weewoo]

Wait for a while

Huh. Jokes on you, you died already. There’s nothing here.

. . .

Alright, if you open your eyes there’s a big glowing tree in front of you. And a cloaked figure standing near it, along with smaller cloaked figures on the roots. The tree is called the World Soul. If you look closely the glowing isn’t as bright as it might seem.

The World Soul is dying.

And its keepers, the cloaked figures, are disappearing along with the tree’s glowing.

As the World Soul dies, the world dies too.

Try again?

[chilei-writes-weewoo]

Knock again

You raise your fist and strike the door once more. This time the sound is less hollow. Soon enough the door creaks open just enough for you to slip inside. And you do, because I say so, since the rain has gotten so strong it’s definitely going to hit you soon.

So now you stand inside the castle, in the middle of a hallway. And it’s dark. Apparently the door closed behind you, so now you’re left stumbling in the dark. It’s almost impossible to see your outstretched hands, no need to speak of the walls. The castle was ginormous! How are you expecting to see anything in this darkness?

Someone grabs you by the shoulders. Teeth sink into the side of your neck. You fall to the floor, limp as a noodle.

Congratulations, you’ve died.

Try again?

Wait for a while, there might still be something here.

[chilei-writes-weewoo]

Awaiting invitations

You stand and wait. The silence stretches on and on, the only sound coming from the splattering of rain. There’s a ledge above the door, shielding you from the humongous water droplets. Honestly though, what’s up with the rain drops being so large? Who decided they should be lethal upon impact? See? There’s a pile of bones right across from you!

What do you mean the water doesn’t reach there? Nonsense!

Anyway, the door doesn’t seem to be opening itself for you. You could go back down the hill and go to the inn. The choice is yours.

I'll just go to the inn, I'm half frozen.

I should knock again, the inn is too far from here.

[chilei-writes-weewoo]

To the castle upon the hill

You strain your muscles and make your way towards the castle. The hill most definitely feels steeper than it looked from afar. You still climb the hill, though it feels more like scaling a mountain. The raindrops are getting larger. And heavier. You’re almost swimming at this point. But you still get to the top of the hill, as you’ve set your eyes on the castle.

The castle is made of stone, towering high above you. Vines and moss grow on the worn down walls. Small cracks and crevices litter the sides of the castle, making it look old and uninviting. You walk to the heavy wooden doors and knock on them. The thump echoes throughout the building, answered by eerie silence. The castle feels empty and lifeless. What do you want to do?

I want to wait for a while, someone might open the door later.

Knock on the door again. The residents may be fucking with me.

I go to the inn, it's so cold here.

[chilei-writes-weewoo]

Continue to sit

You stare vacantly ahead as you sit on the stone cold curb. Soon, your toes and fingers begin to go numb. The numbness spreads slowly but surely. Now, standing up is no longer an option, as feeling fades from your knees. The rain plummeting from above has your head feeling heavy and slowly but surely makes your head bow down, then your upper torso. Within moments, you’re curled up on the curb in a fetal position as everything feels numb. A striking, icy pain hits your chest and everything fades…

Try again?

Wait for a while, there might still be something here.

[chilei-writes-weewoo]

Sit down

You sit down on the curb. Well, how does it feel now, sitting on the ground like a wet cat? Not really good, eh? The rain already soaked your clothes inside out, now add the coldness of the stone you’re sitting on. If you continue this for too long your ass might freeze off. There is an inn at the foot of a hill you were heading towards, you could go there. Or climb the hill to the castle you saw from afar. Of course you could sit here and continue to be assaulted by the massive water droplets falling from the sky. What say you?

I'll head to the inn, It's probably warm there. Not to mention the mead.

I'll check the castle, the residents will probably understand.

I continue to sit, getting up after sitting down is already impossible.

[chilei-writes-weewoo]

More mead it is!

You shake your head apologetically: finding people was not your suite. You could barely find yourself, no offense. The innkeeper smiles at you, understanding your situation. He offers you more mead, this time on the house. Obviously, you eagerly accept the offer. You chug the drink and pay for a room. The innkeeper guides you to you room and you flop down on the bed, the comfy cushions enveloping you in a warm hug. You fall asleep quickly.

. . .You wake up to chaos. The ground is cracking below and the sky is splitting above. Colors no longer make sense and you can see colors you’ve never seen before. The air tastes of ash and ice. It’s hot and cold at once. You look out of the window and see mankind battling itself in a gruesome battle. Divine beings descend from the heavens, hellish beings ascend from the depths of earth. As you gaze at the destruction, you see the world fall apart into void. A person stands at the edge of the collapsing world, laughing gleefully.

And you fall.

Try again?

[chilei-writes-weewoo]

Aiding a stranger

With a bit of effort, you knock your head against the stranger’s hand, signaling your alliance with them. They take a moment to understand your gesture before removing the gag you have on and untying your hands. They help you up and bring you up to speed with their plan. They are, most certainly, a speaker.

The two of you make your way through the twisting and turnings of the underground caverns until you find yourself in a large cave. There are small shimmering pools of water, moist and glimmering grass, glistening mushrooms of all shapes and sizes and gleaming vines dangling from the cave’s ceiling. But the one that catches your attention is the ginormous tree, shining brightly. As your eyes adjust, you realize the tree isn’t actually glowing that brightly. And many of its branches are decayed and grayish, some fallen off to the ground.

You help the person prepare, pouring some odd potions to the pools you saw, tainting them black, trampling the grass, cutting off vines and picking mushrooms. The tree’s glow dims at every bit of damage you cause. Finally, your kidnapper stands before the tree, lifts their staff above their head and yells something incomprehensible before slamming the staff onto the ground.

The whole cave trembles as the tree’s light goes out. Stones and dead vines fall from the ceiling. Your kidnapper and partner in crime grabs your arm and rushes away. The two of you evade the falling debris. In the back of your mind, you hear faint lamenting in the distance. You ignore it and continue running.

. . .

You now stand at the edge of the world with your new friend, looking into the face of destruction you caused. Wildfires raging, storms wreaking havoc, wars and diseases reaping what little lives were left. Mortals take up arms and face the divine. Demons and fiends rise from the depths of the earth to jest at the heavens as the world falls apart. The waves crash and lightning flashes above your head. This is the world that you have made: Death and Chaos. . .

Try again?

[chilei-writes-weewoo]

Aiding the world

While listening to the suspicious person’s monologue, you manage to shimmy your hands out of the ropes. Keeping your hands behind your back, you wait for them to finish speaking. As they extend their hand towards you, you grab them by the wrist and flip them over your shoulder. They land behind you with a resounding thud and a loud “oof”. You rush to them and deliver a swift kick to the back of their head, knocking them out. Aah. Sweet, sweet revenge. You tie them to the chair you were previously tied to, ensuring the ropes were tight enough to not have them snake out like you did.

You leave the unconscious person behind, weaving your way through the dark caverns of some underground cave. After a tremendously long time of twists and turns, you find yourself in a torchlit cavern. There are cloaked figures, big and small, all chained or bound to some surface. Assuming them to be the tree keepers, you help them get out of their bindings. Upon being freed, each keeper gives you a small nod of acknowledgement and disappears. The last and the largest, though still human sized, keeper speaks to you instead of nodding.

“Thank you wanderer, for the World Soul thrives again. May it bless your future journeys,” the keeper says, before disappearing as well, leaving you alone in the cave. Well done, champ, you just saved the world.

Now you just need to find a way to get out. . .

Try again?

[chilei-writes-weewoo]

To find a tree keeper

You sit in the inn, waiting for the rain outside to stop. When it does, you head out with the map the innkeeper provided you with. You follow the markings and ask residents for directions, occasionally asking about the tree keepers. Turns out they’re odd beings that take care of trees, especially the glowing saplings. These saplings are extremely easy to kill, just a drop of water too big and it’s dead.

The residents of the village also tell you how the rain has gotten worse since the keepers disappeared. The saplings all died in the first rain and none have grown back. An elderly resident marks the places where the saplings used to grow. You go check them.

As you squat near the dead stump of a no-longer-glowing sapling, someone grabs you from behind and you’re knocked out.

. . .

You wake up.

No, I’m the writer here, and I’ve decided that you wake up. Looking around, you find yourself tied to a chair, hands behind your back. You're also gagged, so screaming isn't an option. Great posture too, sit up straighter. Even if you’re not straight you still have to sit straight, it’s better for your back. Be unstraight in other aspects.

“Tsk.” A voice startles you from the writer’s monologue on straightening your posture. “You’re not even a keeper.”

A person approaches you, sneering. “Pathetic little mortal, what do you think you’re doing? Saving the tree keepers?” You nod vigorously to their question. You receive a scoff. “Those foolish keepers do nothing but destroy the natural flow! Why do you think the rain only came back now? It’s the keepers!” The person complains loudly.

“This doesn’t even involve you! Why help?” They turn to you. You shrug. “Help me instead! Together we can destroy the World Soul and restore the world to its former glory!” They extend their hand to you, awaiting your response.

My hands are tied, you doofus. Besides, this guy clearly wants to destroy the world, not save it. Break free!

My hands may be tied, but i want to help them. Headbutt their hand to signal my alliance with them.

[chilei-writes-weewoo]

Head for the inn

And so you strain your muscles and head to the inn. As you open the door, you’re immediately greeted with warmth and a soft light. Your nose is filled with the scent of home-made mead and freshly baked bread. You close the door after stepping into the welcoming warmth. The owner greets you and offers you a plate of food and a tankard of mead. You sit down and start wolfing down the food.

“You a traveler, eh?” the owner asks as he watches you eat. You nod before taking a big sip of mead. The taste is familiar, but with a faint aftertaste of redberry, a local red colored berry.

After finishing your meal, you pay and thank the owner. You ask if he has any jobs for you. “Aye. We’ve been losing the tree keepers.” He replies. You immediately know he wants you to find them. What’ll it be?

I'll help them find these tree keepers, they seem important.

Whatever these "tree keepers" are, they're none of my business. More mead!

[chilei-writes-weewoo]

Continue to go forward

Ah, so you continue, despite the rain plummeting from the heights. Wouldn’t it be better if you took a seat? Rest your legs for a while, wait for the rain to stop? No? Ah, but there is an inn at the foot of the hill, and you are going in that direction too. A perfect place for you to go to have a drink, yes. Of course you could go up the hill, you did see a castle from afar, after all. Where to?

I continue forward, the castle is what i came for.

I go to the inn, this rain is killing me.

Ah, never mind. Let me have a seat.