Written by: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

“Ages ago we fought. Not with gun or warhead, not with machine or vehicle, not with science or magic. No, we fought with sword and with shield, We were the strongest!”” Atop a broken monument in the center of the ruined Red city, Crimson, one red man spoke to his brethren. “Have you not heard the good news, my brothers? A woman of the purple has found a weakness. After over a year of hitting it with everything we’ve got, a purple has drawn, first, the fox’s blood.” He paused for a moment, “with a piece of broken glass!” the crowd of Reds laughed. “It can be cut! It can bleed! It can die!” The crowd cheered and with that, the ancient forges of the Red people lit up after centuries lying dormant.
* *
“Can you see it brothers and sisters?” A blue politician named Anthologius asked. The council chambers were in ruins and all they had built was gone just like every other color on Rainbow. The Democratic Blue were connected telepathically by nature. “The Red lite their forges of old, they prepare for war.”
“Then let them go to war!” shouted another blue politician named Enethlius, “Let the Red kill the fox, problem solved. I don’t think the Red want our help anyway.”
“And if the Red fail, what then?” Anthologius questioned. “Even if they succeed we will feel their wrath. We must send them aid. We must prepare for war.”
“War?” Enethlius scoffed. “We have no weapons and we have no army. How can we, the Blue, prepare for war?”
“With our minds,” Anthologius replied as he let loose a shockwave that shook the room and everyone in it. “We are the most intelligent color on Rainbow and our minds can touch the physical world. My fellow Blues, we can fight.”
“No blue has ever been able to cut with his or her mind,” Enethlius interrupted before turning his attention to the crowd of Blue. “The news from the Purple was clear. Its weakness is sharp objects. What have we, humble politicians, that can mimic such an exact form of damage upon the monstrous fox?”
The crowd grew restless from the valid point Enethlius had made. “This is true,” Anthologius admitted, “but do any of you remember what we Can do?” He threw his arm out and a transparent blue shield manifested around Enethlius.
Enethlius began floating away, “what is the meaning of this?!”
“Uncomfortable?” Anthologius and the rest of the Blue laughed. “Does anyone remember what happened when we tried this little trick on the Red? All of Blue knows the story of how the Red used this as a tactical advantage.”
“Put me down and get to the point!” Enethlius shouted in irritation.
Anthologius dropped Enethlius, “we might not be able to fight but we can support. We must support the Red. Only our two colors, who have been at opposites longer than any other colors, can become the symbol that units all of Rainbow. Only the Blue and the Red, but only if we work together.” The crowd roared with varied responses.
“Silence!” The Elder Blue put out his hand and stood. “We go to war.” The crowd began to roar again but was quickly silenced by the Elder Blue’s hand again. Then he pointed at Anthologius, “You will go to the Red and search for one among them who will aid you. The two of you will convince our neighbors to join this war. Only together can we defeat this fox.” Anthologius bowed and left to begin his quest. Meanwhile, Blue prepared its collective mind for war.
* *
Henry awoke in a Purple hospital. “Finally awake I see,” Terial sat next to the hospital bed.
“What happened?” Henry asked. “Why does my head feel like Hell?”
“The fox headbutted you. The only reason you survived is your mental barrier. You saved my life,” Terial smiled. “What was a blue doing with a gun anyway? I thought the Blue hated violence in all its forms.”
Henry remembered. His mind barrier had not been put up in time.“This past year and its events have made some of us change our minds on that,” Henry replied. “And I was too far from any other blue to connect to the collective, I’m still too far.” He got up, “Any news on what’s being done?”
“My people have already told all of Rainbow about the fox’s weakness, no doubt someone will put an end to this apocalypse.”
* *
Edward could hear a slow clap off in the distance. “You’ve got them all to hate you. Good,” Stu looked off into the distance at the six colors of Rainbow. “They mobilize for a full-scale war to take on one being and it took you just over a year. I’ll be honest Edward, I am impressed.”
“At least one of us enjoys this madness,” Edward replied. “What now?”
“You get them to unite,” Stu replied. “As we converse, individuals of every color have the idea of unification in their heads. Unification through your end. Right now there are six armies mobilizing all for you but all of them stand before you alone. I want you to turn six armies into six people. Six Heros, six friends, one from each color.”
“How?” Edward inquired.
“With an army of your own,” Stu stretched an arm out behind him. Edward turned to look and beheld six hundred thousand undead knights in his own image. “They are like you in every way and will obey your every command. An army for each color. Use these armies and hand pick one individual from each color.”
“What then?” Edward insisted on knowing the whole plan.
“Seven,” Stu continued and Edward glowed green for half of a second. “For to each Hero of Color, you must die. You will return after each death and once all six are chosen you must get them to fight as one. Only in doing this can the colors of Rainbow be reforged into a singular united people. Only through your death.”
“What happens to me after all this?” Edward asked.
“You resurrect elsewhere and are rewarded for your service to the multiverse,” Stu replied. “Any more questions?”
“My brother?” Edward insisted. “What of his trials? Is Aleister alright?’
“Alright?” Stu scoffed in annoyance. “He’s cheating,” with that he left the realm.
“Sounds like Aleister to me,” Edward said to himself.
“What now?” Zesrial asked.
“Fennecs!” Edward shouted to the undead legion that stood before him, “These colors fight, even now, for themselves. Show them that we do not discriminate against their appearance, show them that to us they are all equal, and give them a reason to unite!” The legion roared with enthusiasm. “No mercy, no remorse, we will not stop until they come together as one to stop me!” As his army marched he turned to Zesrial, “Now we wait for the heroes to emerge from the fire.”