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s4r1n-g4s · 3 months ago

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A Dying Spark of Hope, Rise of the Supernatural

Prologue

Galvana sat down at the edge of Starhenge, stargazing. All the young celestial wanted was to get her mind off of how she was treated. As the youngest of the celestials, she is the only one to have not received her element. With both the natural and ethereal elements already claimed by the others, what could be remaining? Galvana quietly sang to herself in an attempt to soothe herself. She shouldn’t have to worry so much, right? She would get there eventually… the other celestials have by now.

“Hey, you, quit it. We already have vocalists on this island.” Scaratar scoffed, glaring down condescendingly at Galvana. “Plus, your singing is painfully mediocre. Maybe quit wasting our time and just maybe try to pick up that staff of yours. Seriously, what kind of celestial doesn’t have an element?” As Scaratar chuckled to herself, Galvana stood up, narrowing her eyes at the oversized beetle. “You’re the one wasting your own time by bothering me. At least I’m trying to contribute to our song, and I-” Scaratar immediately placed a claw over Galvana’s mouth, shushing her. “You act like you know everything, don’t you? You don’t even know your own element! Please, you’ll never be one of us, kid. Maybe you’ll be somewhat useful once you pick up that staff! Please, it can’t be that heavy!” Galvana opened her mouth again, but refused to say anything. She knew her words wouldn’t matter to the elder celestials. She laid her hands down on her staff, trying with all of her might to lift it. In spite of her efforts, it didn’t even lift an inch off the ground. Scaratar chuckled, strumming her sitar in Galvana’s face. “Just as I thought. What will you even add to this song? Absolutely nothing.” She walked off, giving her an uncomfortably rough noogie. Defeated, Galvana fell to the ground, desperately trying to lift her staff off of it.

“Wow, very mature of you, Scaratar.” Attmoz scoffed, smacking his forehead. “I can’t believe that you are much older than me, yet you act like a PomPom who peaked as a teenager.” Scaratar glared back at him, clearly unamused. “Well that is no way to talk to your elders!” She clapped back at the air celestial, raising her front legs at him. Attmoz laughed, shoving Scaratar’s front legs down. “Seriously? You’re demanding respect, even after you treated Galvana that way? How am I supposed to respect someone as wretched as you?” he remarked, his expression shifting from amusement to disgust. “Well, have you seen her?” Scaratar burst out into a snorting laughter. “She can’t even hold her staff. I know that I am not singing along with a so-called celestial that can’t even pick a twig off the ground.” “That’s quite enough of you, pest. We all have been there at some point, and I remember how much I struggled to find my own element. I know it’s rather difficult for her, but I believe in her. I know she’ll lift that staff off the ground eventually.” Attmoz walked off, ignoring Scaratar’s incessant, incomprehensible shouting.

Galvana had been trying to lift her staff for so long that her hands were covered in cuts and splinters, and her lungs were starting to burn from breathing so hard. “Hey Galvana, still can’t lift that thing?” Plixie scoffed, looking down at Galvana. “Looks like someone’s gotta start lifting. You know most of us c-” “You know, if you’re gonna pester me, the least you could do is come up with something creative.” Galvana muttered, rolling her eyes at Plixie. “What? It’s true. Your arms are looking a little twiggy there, don’tcha think?” The plasma celestial chuckled to himself for a moment, but when he realized that Galvana was ignoring him, he quickly grew bored. He decided to go bother Scaratar instead, as it was much easier to get a reaction out of her. Galvana continued to try and lift her staff, desperately trying to tune out the noises of Plixie and Scaratar screaming at each other.

“Vana!” Vhamp enthusiastically shouted, sprinting towards their friend. As they observed Galvana, they noticed that something was… off about her. “Aww… did Scaratar get to you again?” Vhamp muttered, lowering themselves do Galvana’s level. “Well… no. I just… need to pick up this staff. I promi-” Galvana growled, just as Vhamp interrupted her. “Vana, I’ve been friends with you long enough to know that you’re a terrible liar. Come on, don’t let her ruin your day! We’re just… unique!” Vhamp smiled, placing a leg on Galvana’s shoulder. However, Galvana knew that her old friend saw her as lowly as the others. Even then, she didn’t want to hurt Vhamp’s feelings, so she smiled softly at the mech celestial. “Thanks…” she muttered, before trying to pick up her staff again. Vhamp concerningly glanced down at her, but figured she wouldn’t listen to them anyway. They walked off to the edge of starhenge, looking for some peace and quiet.

Galvana had been at this for hours by now. Her hands were now awfully cut and splintered, and her lungs felt like they were being roasted over an open flame. She glanced over at Furnoss, who clearly had been observing her. He shook his head at her, before walking off to the observatory. “Still can’t lift that thing, huh? How disappointing?” Loodvig stood above her, meeting her eyes with a look of disapproval. “Hey, there’s no need to rub salt in the wound, Loodvigg. I may not have harnessed my element now, but I will… eventually.” Galvana sighed, barely managing to maintain eye contact. “Well, you keep on saying that, but you still can’t even play an instrument. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to practice the instrument I have already mastered long ago.” Loodvig walked off, sitting down by his piano. Galvana continued to struggle, but her lungs burned so badly that she grasped her chest, collapsing on the spot.

Galvana choked back tears, trying to get up, but she was too weak from exhaustion. Attmoz, noticing how she was being discouraged by the other celestials, knelt down next to her. “Hey, you can’t just keep hurting yourself like this. I know it’s difficult to find your element, but you’ve pushed yourself way too far.” He sternly explained, pulling the splinters out of Galvana’s hands. “W-why are you even giving me t-the time of d-day? I have been nothing b-but a n-” Attmoz placed a hand on her shoulder, interrupting her. “No, we are not starting that now. Even if you haven’t figured yourself out yet, you are not unworthy of the title of a celestial.” He sternly, yet patiently comforted Galvana, sighing. “I used to struggle with this too. Scaratar would poke fun at me for how I was unable to play a physical instrument, so I thought of giving up. However, I tried a different approach. I learned how to manipulate the air in order to make noise, I harnessed my element.” Attmoz uttered, letting out a sigh. “However, it did not happen overnight.” Galvana looked up at Attmoz, clearly distraught over her situation. “D-do you know how I c-can do i-it?” She croaked, knowing she would break down if she continued speaking. “Well, I took a different approach. I spent some time discovering my own hobbies and interests. Most importantly, though, I found out who I was. Before you can figure out how to harness your element, you need to learn more about who you are as a celestial.” He smiled softly, patting Galvana on her back. She thought to herself for a moment, “Wow, I really have never taken some time for myself”. She had been letting the other celestials tell her who she was. However, she would have to grow a backbone if she had any hopes of harnessing any kind of element soon.

Galvana woke up the next day, feeling rather tired. Yesterday was a lot for sure, as she dealt with both sore arms and emotional exhaustion. She sat down by her staff, gazing at the blue orb. Electricity sparked within it, and the hues shifted from a vibrant cyan to a deep indigo throughout it. She knew she had the potential, she just needed to figure out how to use it. The celestial was lost in thought, that is, until she felt someone shove her. “Still haven’t given up yet? Wow, you’re so stubborn. How in denial do you have to be to keep on going?” Scaratar asked, leaning over the young celestial. Galvana sighed, most definitely not having the energy to deal with this right now. “In denial of what?” She asked, before turning around, trying to ignore Scaratar. “Don’t play dumb, kid. We all know that you’ll never be one of us, that you aren’t a true celestial. Yet you keep on trying to lift that thing up. Please, maybe you should go back to balancing on that orb.” Scaratar snickered, expecting an angry response from Galvana. However, she pretended not to hear her, and continued to study the properties of her own element. Scaratar grew so frustrated that she tried to snatch Galvana’s staff, only to be shocked by it. “AUGH!!!” She yelped in agony as Galvana started hysterically laughing at her. Unfortunately, this pushed Scaratar to her limit. She raised one of her arms and stung Galvana, knocking her over. “YOWCH!!!” Galvana screeched, grasping her upper arm. Scaratar laughed in her face, shoving her to the floor. She walked off, feeling very proud of herself.

Ugh, tweedle pox. Had it not been a celestial, Galvana would have been unharmed. However, as it was none other than Scaratar who stung her, she was stuck with this awful disease. How often did mortals experience this? It must have been awful, given how much more often they would get sick. At least she’ll recover fairly quickly from her illness. She’s a celestial, after all. She’ll be able to get back up on her feet in no time! Oh nope, never mind. Galvana yelped in pain as Scaratar stung her while she zoned out, her tweedle pox worsening again. A defeated expression crossed Galvana’s face as she tried not to scratch the blisters. Scaratar cackled at the pitiful celestial, shoving her out of the way as she walked towards the observatory. Galvana slumped down, knowing she had nowhere to properly rest. She couldn’t necessarily sleep, as the celestials didn’t need to. Scaratar had certainly irritated her before, but her antics have never made her feel this miserable. She was feeling better after a few days, only to be stung again. Looks like she’ll keep doing this to her, though. “Vana?” Vhamp asked, slowly approaching her. They didn’t really care about keeping a safe distance from her, as they are made of metal. They’re the only celestial that can’t get tweedle pox from Scaratar’s stings (or contagious celestials), so they sat down next to Galvana. “I-I know it’s not m-much, but I found some extra scrap metal. I-I know you’re not as into tech as I am, but… I just wanted to give you something to do, you know…” Vhamp handed Galvana a blueprint of one of their little gadgets, which seemed to be some sort of creature. It was rather stupid, but at least it was sort of cute. “Oh um… thanks!” Galvana chuckled. She may have found Vhamp’s gift to be a little strange, but she was grateful that someone was looking out for her. “Oh um- no problem!” Vhamp’s eyes lit up. Finally, someone appreciated their efforts. They don’t really know how to comfort people well, or how to deal with emotions in general, so they just sat down next to their fellow celestial to keep her company.

Galvana analyzed the blueprints, having a strong feeling that she would not understand them. They looked so complex, and she wondered how Vhamp did all of this. However, she realized that she never really took the time to think about herself. On closer inspection, though, she grew… rather intrigued by the blueprint. She would create a little creature, which looked somewhat like a stick bug. Unfortunately, the dimensions of the piece were rather… tiny. She couldn’t make something that small with her sausage fingers! Maybe she could try to upscale it… she doubled the dimensions and got to work. She never actually did this before, but she just needed something to do while she was horribly sick. The moment the basis of the structure was created, she couldn’t look away. All she thought about was her little creation right in front of her. The way it all came together… It was so intriguing! All from a few scraps Vhamp found! It was almost like a fun puzzle, and at last… it all came together! The thing is, though, Vhamp’s creatures usually never move.

She then remembered what caused Scaratar to sting her in the first place. Galvana was not harmed by her staff, but Scaratar was… She found it rather interesting. She wondered what would happen if she put her creature up to her staff. Although she most certainly isn’t in the mood for walking, she picked up her creation and stood up. “Vhamp, come on.” She grinned, walking over to where her staff was. The mech celestial looked rather confused, but they weren’t the type to question anyone. They’re just too shy, and worried that Galvana would be annoyed. The enthusiastic, yet sick celestial pressed her creature against the staff, and a wave of blue electricity surged through it. The creature got up… and it moved! “Wow! I never knew how to make these guys move… I…” Vhamp stared at the creatures, their eyes lighting up with joy. “Wow, Vhamp… this is so cool! I can’t-” Galvana’s excitement abruptly ended as soon as the creature fell to the floor. The sick Celestial grunted, sitting back down and curling up into a little ball. Vhamp, however, was not disappointed in her at all. “You… think it’s cool?! I’ve never had anyone care about my interests… but… here you are! You even made it move! YOU MADE IT MOVE!!! Can we do this more often?!” Vhamp excitedly chanted, bouncing around before stopping themselves. Did they go too far? They never thought they’d make a friend… especially someone as cool as Galvana. “Of course!” Galvana responded, a wide grin across her face. Vhamp may have been kind of annoying at first, but they came to comfort her. She hoped to do this more often, as Vhamp is the only celestial who can’t catch her illness.

Galvana sat there for a moment, thinking to herself. Electricity… Maybe she could harness it? She always observed how lightning illuminated the dark, dreary skies during a thunderstorm… but she never knew it could be used for something like this. She tried picking up her staff, but once again, it did not move an inch off the ground. Ugh, how disappointing. Just as she was about to berate herself yet again, she remembered what Attmoz told her. It wouldn’t happen overnight. Now, she realized why it isn’t happening. Before she can figure out how to harness her element, she needs to figure out herself.

Yes, I know this is super random, but I have been chatting with a few friends about this for months, and now I'm ready to post it. You'll see why the title will be fitting in the upcoming chapters.

So, the order from the oldest to youngest in this AU is Furnoss (obviously), Scaratar, Torrt, Loodvigg, Glaishur, Attmoz, Blasoom, Hornacle, Syncopite, Plixie, Vhamp, Galvana.

Tags will be #A Dying Spark of Hope, #A Dying Spark of Hope msm, #ADSOH, and #ADSOH Msm.

Also, sorry for dying. I've been working hard on another project I have been cooking up lately...

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