Written by: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

The Blade and its Lightning had already gone. As Jain Trusker slid her sword further and further into the Fox’s chest, it grabbed hold of Jain’s sword and pulled itself close. It got close to her ear, “One done, five remain. I will be back, the Green to gain.” Suddenly the Fox turned into a massive vortex of fire and disappeared into the ground as the Sword’s purple Lighting struck a mountaintop for off in the distance and beyond Rainbow’s borders. Down came the rain as Jain took a step back and an officer approached. “Orders, Ma’am?”
“See that the rest of Rainbow knows that Yellow can and will lend aid, they need only ask,” Jain replied. “This war is far from over, I will go to the Green, alone. I think I know how to stop this thing once and for all.”
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“The Green to gain?” Zesrial giggled.
“I wanted it to rhyme,” Edward clenched his chest in irritation as he cut and climbed his way through the jungles of the Green. “Did we really need to keep the wound?”
“They need to know it is you everytime they face you, the original you. You can heal once the job is done,” Zesrial replied.
The trees were huge, Edward had to walk around them. The forest floor was thick with brush, he had to cut through it. “They are in the trees,” he could hear them all take positions above him and draw back their bowstrings. “I don’t think they are here to play us a song.”
“Speaking of…” Zesrial held in much of her excitement. “My update came with music!” she sang.
“I really do not think now is the time for that,” said Edward as he became worried that Zesrial had become too distracted for this.
“Nonsense!” she replied. “We are to be hated and feared so much that this realm unites to destroy us. That is our job. It is depressing. We might as well enjoy ourselves.”
“Hold on, let’s talk abou…” The first cord echoed in his ears and an arrow loosed, Edward heard it and jumped, quickly, to the nearest tree. He climbed to the treetops as fast as he could, leaping from one tree to the next as he went to avoid the onslaught of Arrows. The music played on and at the treetops, he was surrounded, “What is that instrument?”
“Electric Guitar,” Zesrial replied.
Green arrows came from all directions as Edward swung Zesrial around himself, using sound to tell where each one came from. “How am I able to hear the incoming arrows so accurately with this music playing?”
“I’m playing it in your head,” Zesrial replied. “You could already think and fight at the same time, it is literally the same concept.” With her helping Edward, even with his wound, Edward was able to effortlessly deflect every incoming arrow.
The music played on and Edward took a moment within the mortal combat to think as he fought, “I’ll admit this is much more preferable. However, I still do not think I will enjoy more killing even with music.” Edward said as the warriors of the Green came down upon them with curved blades wielded elegantly.
“We have a job to do,” Zesrial replied. “Do you want the music or not? Besides, most of whom we have killed are going to me anyway and the ones that go to you deserve the fate they get.”
“Hold on, what?” Edward tried to wrap his head around the concept. He spun Zesrial around as he swung her around himself, full circle knocking the Greens back.
“I am Heaven,” Zesrial replied. “You are Hell. The righteous come to me and the wicked go to you. Also, we gain power from this as well.”
“How many of them am I sending to eternal torment?” Edward’s eyes grew wide with harsh realization.
“Relax, ever since the Nekolich turned, well let’s not say good but Neutral. Yes, Neutral,” Zesrial began, “anyway ever since the Nekolich started the new Multiverse the list of those destined for Hell has become insanely exclusive. Tis no longer enough to say that there is no God, neither Epic nor Stu cares. Only the worst of the worst for you, those who would harm others willingly. Most of those who die in this multiverse come to me, so do not feel bad about what you do here, my Fox. Only those who deserve eternal torment shall receive it, we grant the rest of them peace so that those who remain may know peace as well.” The music played on as Edward continued to fight, as a mortal they might have had him by now, but he was now far from mortal. With his mortal years spent honing his fighting skills, he took to his immortal reforging swiftly as he utilized the added strength, speed, and ability to shift his own center of gravity, to an extent. He used the retractable claws on his feet to hold himself to the massive tree’s branch as the Green continued to come to him. Suddenly an arrow stuck where the branch met the tree and an odd string wrapped itself around the branch there. Sparks flew from the top and bottom center of the branch as they moved, slowly, around the arrowhead. “That is a fuse,” said Zesrial.
“Yup,” Edward agreed as the branch fell, taking them with it.
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Hey everyone! It’s me Victor Wares with a random fact about the multiverse. Even if one day, you see this in a past episode this was the first. It pays to reread the series once in a while.
Epic creates and maintains all Living Realms within Epicstu’s Multiverse and Stu creates and maintains all Underrealms or Dead Realms. Heaven and Hell, though both Underrealms, came long before Wyyverns or the Nekolich. Stu did not create them. In fact, Heaven was originally a Living Realm until Stu forged Her into a blade for Hell to wield. Zesrial has always been Heaven Stu simply gave her a name. The star that became the carbon within Edward’s mother’s ovaries had not been conceived nor the Realm that held it nor the Multiverse itself before Hell. Stu had to forge them together.
In conclusion! Zesrial is Heaven or the Heavenforged and Edward is Hell or the Hellforged. They are both Wyyvern Knights and they are both Wyyvern Weapons one and the same. Keep reading to find out what Wyyvern Weapon Edward was forged into for Zesrial to wield in like 3 or 4 seasons!
This has been Victor Wares owner and founder of Victor’s Wares™ and Void transportation. Catch ya next time with another random fact about Epicstu’s Multiverse!
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Hensil Grovin moved with speed and grace through the treetops of the Verde Forest in Green. Her eyes, like all others of the Green, could focus and zoom at her command. She spotted him, the Fennec menace. She pulled a branch cutter arrow from her quiver and pulled back her bowstring. Immediately after loosing her arrow she ran towards the unsuspecting Fox.
“And I’m free, free falling!” Zesrial sang along with the music she played, which had come from a time before Epic, her time.
“How long have we been falling?” asked Edward.
“just over a minute,” Zesrial replied. “Here comes our hero. You have, give or take, twenty three-ish thousand feet to go before hitting the forest floor. See you at the mountaintop!” she shouted to Edward as she left on a bolt of her lightning.
Suddenly an arrow struck his chest, then a second, then a third each arrow splitting the one before it. Hensil fell upon Edward and wrapped her legs around his neck to hold him as they continued to fall, “There will be no hope for you, Fox! You die now, even if I must go with you!” She screamed in rage at Edward as they plummeted towards the ground.
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Jain Trusker of the Yellow heard a scream and ran to it. She looked up and saw a Hero of Green fall with the Fox. “You die now, even if I must go with you!” she heard the Green woman shout. Jain sprinted as fast as she could towards the two as they fell through the ceiling of Jade Temple in Green. She leaped at them, tackled the Green women off the Fox, and let the Fox fall alone.
Hensil of the Green and Jain of the Yellow got up slowly together. The Fox laughed loudly and heartily before becoming a vortex of flame and disappearing. A bolt of the purple lightning struck the same mountaintop it had the last time, beyond Rainbow’s borders. “You see that?” Jain asked Hensil.
“Yeah,” Hensil replied.
“That happened after I killed the fox,” Jain continued. “I’ll bet that is where he can be stopped.”
“Anything to back up this theory besides a lightning storm on a mountaintop?” Hensil asked Jain.
“Nope, just a gut feeling,” Jain replied. “We of the Yellow trust our guts.”
“Funny,” Hensil thought for a second. “So do we of the Green.” The two began their quest to reach the mountain with no foresight of what may happen.
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Edward was still laughing when he resurrected at the mountain’s top. “What is so funny?” Zesrial asked.
“It is working,” Edward replied. “They are working. Together.”