Saga
He hums to himself briefly. My story is a complex one that you'd never understand much less care about He warns. You'd fall asleep
you smile. You say you still want to hear it. Knots glowers at you and tells you to put a sock in it. At this he twitches a wing, and a sock appears in your hands. He then stretches once more and recurls up, before going on with the story that you 'won't like'. Perhaps you'll beg to differ?
In the beginning, or in the end depending on how you look at it, the oracle was the fabric of reality. The Oracle was fate and fate causes things to be set in motion or to halt. The oracle needs updates on her world, and she employs a being to check every single dimensions her and her creation's make. For with every choice to a dimension, thousands more are created, and even still there are thousands of base dimensions. Every choice you make makes a new one, and every choice in that one still further new ones.
The being to check out every dimension has to have a certain rare blood-type so she can fill them with her power. That blood-type came only with females. So all the navigators are females. There is only one navigator.
It was always a rare blood-type. One day, it died out. The Oracle was left blind.
I was born with a blood-defect. I was normal, a lovely deep grey, orange eyes, and a tail edging of red, along with my three red paws. My left front paw was grey like the rest of me. My blood-defect, which no one realized existed, meant I could also receive the Oracle's gift, and the Oracle searched for me. She found me.
Rather I found her.
I was drawn to the rose quartz caves ever since I was a pup, but when I reached adult-hood I was finally free to go there. In that crystal cave I wandered, lost, yet intimately knowing my way. The Oracle was already filling my flesh, blood and being with her power. I would never be lost with my compass, navigational brain that would allow me to travel the Warp-Ways.
I came to a huge nexus of rose quartz filaments. Still not knowing what I was doing or why, I began to chisel away at the the rock. It took me months, back then months was a long time. Not now. A month is a split-second, a breath, a moment lost in the wild string of time.
I chiselled out the oracle's form into the rock, and then I found that where eyes would go, there, embedded in the rock, were two jade stones. This was good. When the statue was done I hurled myself upon a spear of rose quartz I had clawed into shape, my blood wet my sides, and I turned to the statue. I climbed up the colossal form of her, and I whet my bleeding wound on her out-stretched hands.
The Jade-eyes glittered and my wound was healed. A deep-ringing voice was sounding in my skull. It burned and was bright, and painful to hear, yet I could not bear to run from it. It intoxicated me. There, in that cave, lying, weakened by blood-loss, on the statue of the oracle, in her grovelling, giving hands of prayer, I came to my senses. There in that cave I struggled pitifully to my feet, and tried to run, and the jade-eyes of the statue seemed to glow brighter and dim for a split second.
A thousand voices, like the crystal note of jewel on jewel rang in my head, forming words by combining sounds. Deafened I fell, and lay on my side once more. The voices were crawling inside me, making my brain feel as if it were oozing out my ears. I would have whimpered. I may have, but in that deafening crescendo, I heard not even myself. Only the voice.
(CHILD)
It roared, and it deafened me, though I knew it to be a speaking-whisper from the statue's point of view.
I whimpered slightly but listened intently. I felt annoyed at being called a child. I remained quiet as it explained to me what it could do and what it would do to me; if I only said yes.
It promised powers, glory, my name would be sung through the ages, I would be unique, a navigator, and the only male-one at that. I was one selfish brat back then, I was also ambitious. To be powerful was my idea of happiness. I greedily accepted the offer and the Oracle filled me with what power it had, anointing me with it.
I screamed in delight, before blacking out. I remember little of that moment, but I do remember this, it wasn't pleasant, it was wonderful it was pure joy and pleasure. So wonderful it hurt; so brilliant, it burned. I loved every second of that moment, back then, now it sickens me. As it should.
I was an arrogant brat too y'know. We are all vain sometimes, even if we aren't particularly lucky in appearances. We don't have to be vain about appearances; I was though. When I woke, what I found out, horrified me and made me unhappy. I told you I was vain.
I was pink, the only remainder of my markings was the black edging of my tail. Admittedly the circles of black were pretty cool and the jade-eyes weren't so bad, but I was PINK! The senses were tricky too; everything was bolder, brighter, more obvious, and there were chemicals in the air that I could..not quite smell, or taste, just sense. I realized with a jolt it was antennae picking up these chemicals.
I faced the Oracle angrily. I'm PINK I growled. I heard a jungle, what's this? I had this dinky little ribbon-bell on. Hastily I tried to pull it off, but no. It was there to stay. I snivelled angrily, but I also knew the process could not be reversed. It had lied to me. It had neglected to mention the side-effects of being a Navigator.
I later learnt I was also bound to a job, so then onwards I worked my tail off doing the most futile and pointless chore I could imagine. Do you have any idea how infuriating being a Navigator is?
Probably not.
Picture this, you have to go around and tag every single flipping dimension, and every time you do so, a thousand, a million more are created. It's really depressing! And I have to do this for eternity!! I hate the Oracle. She lied to me. She was a two-faced cheater who used my blood, flesh, and being for her own needs. She tricked me into agreeing with her plans and she'll never let me go. I hate her so much..
Given Name:- Slip-Knot
