Written by: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

Massive transparent blue cubes, with rounded off edges, of telekinetic energy flew at the Fox one after another. They smashed and shattered into it as it held its ground and did not move, “you only have one means of harming me, Blue,” it taunted. Henry leaped at the Fox and thrust his energy blade forward, but the Fox dodged without moving his feet. Henry followed through with a left hook. It struck. The Fox responded with a quick headbutt then picked Henry up by the neck and threw him to the ground. “Come on! Stop trying to move me and move me,” the Fox’s fire burned bright and was terrifying. “You are capable of so much more. Your telekinetic powers are your will, child of blue.” Henry opened his eyes at hearing his color’s name. “Join me, and I can show you,” the Fox taunted.
Henry could not look directly at Edward anymore, so he looked down, his eyes held open by the Fox’s offer. “No,” The ground shook as a Blue aura began to rise upon it. The Fox looked around itself and at its feet. “I am of Rainbow.” The Blue aura was not penetrating the Fox’s circle, but not because it could not. “I have had enough!” Henry’s eyes glowed the brighter than Blue ever has as he focused his powers of the Blue for Rainbow. “Why are you here?”
The Fox stood in its circle and, ever so slightly, tilted its head to its right. “You have not moved me.”
All at once the aura of Blue snapped shut around the Fox, like a giant trap. The Fox became encased in the telekinetic energy which melded to its shape. Henry walked up to the Fox and stabbed his energy blade through its gut. The energy blade phased through the Blue kinetic casing that held the Fox and through to the other side. Henry focused and the tip of his sword curved into a hook. Then he lifted the Fox over himself slamming it head first to the ground on the other side of himself. The kinetic casing shattered and Henry, his blade still hooked into the Fox, held it up against a kinetic wall he made. “There, now talk.”
The Fox coughed up some molten, lava-like, blood and smiled, “very well.”
* *
Brett Jukse headed for the Purple and the Orange. Orange used to be right next door to Red, but the ‘War of Colours’ changed all that. Now the order was Red, Blue, Yellow, Green, Purple, and Orange. The colors did not loop, instead, between one end and the other was an impassable mountainous maze. A place that all Colors called the BRB or Beyond Rainbow’s Borders. Brett was enraged but still not fool hearted enough to go through the BRB, he would take the long way to the Orange and the Purple. “The Orange love fire and explosions. The Purple love electricity,” Brett murmured to himself. “It just makes sense, it has to be their fault,” Brett tried to convince himself. All other explanations challenged everything he thought he knew. As he walked through the colors, he saw what they had become since the Fox’s arrival. The color provinces of Rainbow had changed, geographically, many times before the Fox had arrived, now it was difficult to tell which was which. Brett’s people, the Red, had lost a lot of land and men to the war against the Fox, yet they somehow pulled enjoyment from. The Blue lost endless stores of knowledge and history, forcing them to create and adapt. Most of the forest of the Green had burned away, and the Yellow’s crops no longer grew. Looked forward and saw it at last, “the Purple. Like everywhere else, black clouds and purple lighting covered the skies. Like everywhere else the land was scorched with orange fire. “Finally,” he would have his answer. Satellite dishes stood atop every roof, collecting the purple lightning as it came down. They were using it. Enraged, Brett walked on with his sword and shield drawn, “This means War.” He was convinced now.
* *
As swiftly as it had arrived, the Fox disappeared in a vortex of flame, and purple lightning struck the tallest mountain in the BRB. Henry, armed with the knowledge of what was really going on, started towards the mountain, “A united Rainbow? Could such a thing be worth all this sacrifice?” Suddenly a small metal disk on his belt flashed purple. Henry grabbed the device and held down a button, “Terial?”
“Henry!” the coms were filled with static. “The Red… killing… blaming the Pur… the Oran… Come here, Violet! I’ve got something for you!” The coms cut out.
“That last voice,” Henry realized what was happening. “I’m coming Terial!” he shouted as he ran towards the Purple.
* *
The Purple use electricity to power everything from household items to vehicles. Now they were using it to power their weaponry building up defenses and advanced weaponry based on their past. Terial drew her katana, it required two hands to be wielded properly. Purple electricity flowed through seemingly engraved lines that angled, almost rhythmically, along the weapon’s blade. “I know what this looks like, Red” she parried an attack and somersaulted to the other side of Brett. “but we did not create this calamity,” she dodged a shield bash and sword thrust. “We are only harnessing it in an attempt to build a defense against…” she dodge rolled to the other side of Brett, dodged a sword sweep with a backflip that kicked Brett back. “Oh never mind.” Terial flicked her wrist and her sword disconnected at the lines engraved on it. The katana became like a whip of jagged sharpened metal and enhanced Purple electricity. She cracked her weapon, “I am not your enemy, please do not make me hurt you.
“Brett smiled, “I’d like to see you try.” He charged in, deflecting a whip crack with his shield and, with the pommel of his sword, knocked Terial’s armored helmet off her head. Terial fell to the ground, and Brett stood over her, “I want the truth!” he shouted in rage.
“Red!” Henry shouted from a distance as he ran towards them.
Brett turned around, “What the?” suddenly a thick wall of Blue separated Brett from Terial.
“Get to the Orange, Terial,” Henry said, “I got this.”
Terial nodded and put her helmet back on, “Ah, great. Now my suits on the fritz.” She knocked her fist against her helmet a few times until all the rhythmic designs engraved into her entire armor set glowed with Purple electricity. With a flash she disappeared, sprinting to the Orange.
Brett watched Terial leave, “the Purple have nothing to do with this,” Henry said to him. Still, Brett looked to the Orange. “That Fox is an abomination all its own and our only chance of stopping it is if we work together.”
“I fought and killed him already,” Brett said as he turned to face Henry. “The Fox is dead.”
“No, Red. It is not.” Henry replied. “I to have killed the Fox and I hear tell so have the Green and the Yellow.”
“Everyone except for Purple and Orange!” Brett argued. “All the evidence points to…”
“Wait,” Henry interrupted. “Why is Orange involved?”
“The Fox is Orange. Duh.” Brett replied.
“No.” Henry replied. “The Fox is beige.”
“Close enough,” Brett replied with a scowl.
“I guess I’ll have beat you until you submit, then,” said Henry.
“No Blue has ever bested a Red in battle,” Brett scoffed. “I doubt any Blue, before you, has ever made such a threat to a Red. Pray tell, What happened to the Blue’s philosophy of peace?”
Henry threw his energy blade hilt down and his eye began to glow, “If we Blues have learned anything from you Reds it is that peace must be fought for.” He created his own sword, just like the Fox’s. A telekinetic, double-edged, great sword that came up to Henry’s nose when stabbed to the ground. “If I’ve learned anything from the Fox it is its fighting style,” he said with a grin. “Come on, Red. Allow a Blue to prove his worth to the Red he wishes to befriend.”
Brett almost couldn’t believe it, he actually was beginning to enjoy this Blue’s company. Maybe he was right, but no Red every entertained the thought of a Rainbow at peace before. “Fine.” Brett twirled his sword and spun his shield, “Show me what you’ve got, Blue.”
With an improvised yet well-formed execution of the Fox’s so-called Wall, Henry was just barely able to keep up with Brett. He kept a mental barrier on his forehead so help with the headbutting. “Ha, what’s the matter, son of Crim? I thought no Blue could best a Red in battle.”
Brett blocked, parried, and disarmed Henry. Henry’s conjured sword vanished into the air. “You actually are not far off, but you’d need better reflexes to use the Fox’s fighting style.” Brett broke Henry’s mental barrier with a shield bash, “it is more random and defensive and seems to be based off what it is defending.” He tossed his sword into the air, caught it by the blade and beat Henry back and to his knees with the hilt and pummel. The blood from his hand splattered with each hit. Then he threw the sword down and clenched his fist, putting pressure on the self-inflicted wound. “It’s just too bad your telekinetic powers don’t allow you to read minds or know exactly what your opponent’s next move will be or anything.”
Henry looked up to find an outstretched Red hand and smiled. Then he laughed, “that is exactly what my telekinesis allows me to do. You, a Red, have thought of an angle a that a Blue could not see.”
Henry took Brett’s hand and Brett helped him up. “And you, a Blue, were able to take me, a Red, on in a fight and hold your ground,” said Brett as they both fell into a hug as they laughed heartily at their realization that they could actually get along together. “We should go get Purple and Orange, we will need them.”
“Now you admit to needing help,” Henry stepped back. “These are truly the end times.”
“Shut up and come on!” Brett replied with a friendly fist to Henry’s shoulder.