ItzSilverFlame (Silver)

## Silver/Echo (Played by ItzSilverFlame/Streamed on twitch.tv/Itzsilverflame)

**Aliases:**

Silver, Silverflame

**Affiliation:**

N/A

**Occupation:**

Ex-Arena Fighter/Being a child

**Character Alignment:**

Chaotic Neutral

**Species:**

Enderian

**Gender:**

Female

**Height:**

5'6"

**Eye color:**

Right White, Left Purple

**Physiology**

Clothes: Long sleeved purple shirt with holes on shoulders/form fitting, but loose enough to run in. Grey leggings with back and side pockets. Opt. backpack and green long robe/hoodie. Brown Harness across left shoulder and chest. Riding boots/leather, multiple colors, usually white and light purple, but has multiple pairs. Purple hair with gold star clips through out with half in a braid and half loose. Kitsune mask that is white and bright purple, covering full face with black straps. Orange goggles on top of head or around neck. Usually if she is wearing the goggles, then she has only half of her mask up, typically just the bottom half.

Body: Skin color, dark grey. Dragon tail that is about 4-6 ft. long (usually carrying a potion). She is a 5'6" short Enderian, with semi-long ears and typical enderman traits with some void patches around some skin. (void sparkles like the Xisuma headcannon). Not super strong, but very nimble and can run! Usually duels with two knives because of this.

**Personality**

Semi-Naïve, impulsive, vengeful, YOLO, determined to get to the bottom of anything, tends to hold grudges very easily, thinks she is great at expressing her emotions through words but has been told repeatedly that her tone of voice does not reflect what she is feeling often.

**History**

Silver, originally named Echo by her parents, was given up to an End High Council when she was 5 due to her parents being behind in payments. She grew up training in the Council to defend the End Republic (a collection of the End Councils across the New World End) in case of a war until she was 16. From the time of 10-16 she saw how corrupt the Council truly was and began to plot how she could take it down. She and a friend, Miz, a blaze hybrid with whom she had be-friended through the arena battles they both participated in, attempted to leave the Council area one night to escape, but were caught. During the heat of battle, Miz was be-headed by the hand of [REDACTED] and Silver was shunned from the Council and from End Hybrids who lived in the Republic. Upon Miz’s death, Silver ran, her only goal to be free and finish what she and Miz had started. She saw the corruption in the end and wanted nothing to do with it. She fell through an unstable portal, landing her in a snow biome. She laughed in peace and took in the sights of the snow and its beauty, never seeing it before. After traveling and learning more about the overworld, she came across Sovi, a floran, and currently lives with her, setting up a base in what is said to be a semi-peaceful island, playing music to pass the time. Despite having only been here a few weeks, Silver feels as if someone/something is watching her, and started to guard her dreams and memories. She has started feeling some end/void magic in the area and has become curious of what the inhabitants who lived here longer aren't saying.

**Items**

-Miz's Goggles: The last thing she had in her hand when his head fell.

-Recipe Book: A hand written copy of all foods she has made with Sovi over the course of their travels

-Nether Crystal: A combination of a nether lamp and an end crystal that Miz and Silver would use to communicate during her time in the High Council

-Her Axe: ☊⎍⏁ (Translates to Cut)

-Her Pickaxe: ☌⍜⍜⎅ ⌰⎍☊☍ (Translates to Good luck)

-Her Bow: ⍀⟒☊⎍⍀⎐⟒ (Translates to Recurve)

-Her Armor: ⊑⏃⍀⎅ ⌇☍⟟⋏ (Translates to Hard Skin)

## STORY

**{First few weeks}:** Settled in with Sovi and began to wander around a little while searching up iron and diamonds for gear and such.

**{3 weeks}:** She was heading outside to tend to the garden when a whooshing of fire-rockets could be heard from above. Looking around curiously, Silver spotted bright beautiful wings, and headed over to see them. Once she caught up, she found out the wings belonged to an avian hybrid, an elytrian as they call it in the overworld, who was looking for her cat that had gone missing. Seeing as there was nothing important for the day, with Sovi out on one of the long trips, she stated she could help search for the cat, also noting it would help her get to scope out the landscaping and residents of the island. They introduced each other, Jolt, Silver. Following down the path with semi-stable chit chat, they came across this "pube". Silver isn't sure what a "pube" is, but Jolt assured her it was some kind of community gathering area where people drink and eat together, like a tavern. Inside they met face to face with the Enderian Loralei and dog Mocha. Despite a calm air, Silver still double checked the aura around the Enderian to make sure it wasn't one from the republic, thought she noted, 'not that that would be likely, seeing as there is no open end-gateway nearby.' Silver got to know the other Enderian, weary at first, but grew more relaxed as the minutes passed. There was much more in common than she thought between them, and it was interesting trying to discuss things with the bird hybrid seeing as certain items and places are known differently in the end.

Not soon after they wrapped up a chat about Loralei's magical flute, three people of assorted origins began walking down the mountain to the center of the village. Silver jumped at the opportunity to learn a bit more about the people here and ran right out the door, Loralei and Jolt following close behind. Greetings were exchanged with General Bug, Age (reminder to future self to get it spelt right), and "Sara". This Sara set off many... warnings in Silver's head. Colors started to chit chat as Silver stared longer at them. 'Not the time, ok? Later', deciding these colors could force themselves to form into the proper surroundings, and the issue behind this "Sara" could be figured out later. It was still a good day, and Silver was not going to let her head ruin it.

Following the group, after Sara's attempted English to say explore, the group followed Age and Bug around the island, visiting numerous places. At one point they all headed up to Olympus where they were met by the Prince, Atlas. This meeting grows foggy in Silver's mind every day, so it's hard to recollect what occurred, although this was when Silver learnt that Atlas had been possessed by an entity called "Chaos", caused terrorism, a war had been declared between Olympus and New Kaldr, and there was the 24/7 complete uncertainty of when Chaos would come back. The casualness these people had to simply, NOT, mention a murderous entity to the new-coming residents, and that they seemed to know very little about this "Chaos" despite it being here for many months set Silver off. It ticked her beyond belief because they could have been attacked without any proper gear to defend themselves at any point, and this was something she COULD'VE BEEN LET KNOWN OFF! Taking deep breaths, Silver attempted to make light of some of the situation but couldn't get many specifics out of anyone who had been near Chaos other than generalization of the events that had occurred.

'Yep, putting this on my to-do list of things to figure out. Always as answer.'

**-Much later in the day-**

Silver had had enough of this Atlas guy. First he seemed to be one of the most dense, but confusing person piglin hybrid whatever she had ever seen before, and there were a lot of dense piglins in the arena, Second, he would not stop being rude to mostly everyone around him with little impulse control, and Third, this void to hell idiot wouldn't stop shooting at them from above in Olympus.

"I'm going to kill this mothervoider," grumbled Silver as she placed a short water protection bubble across herself and swam up the bubble elevator. She popped out at the top and began teleporting over to where she had last seen the "Prince." Seeing him duck behind the walls of an unfinished building, she summoned her daggers and began to run, yelling to him. "What's your problem man!? Hey, Stop! Why are you shooting arrows at us!?"

Inside the building she ran into a room seeing the piglin/humanish hybrid in a corner muttering something about not being able to see him. Silver placed her hands on her hips and said she can obviously see him which made him pull out his crossbow and begin firing. Not expecting a hostile situation so suddenly a few arrows flew by her face, two landing in her left leg before she managed to pull out her shield to re-assess the situation. Backing into the corner slowly as Atlas continued to shoot arrows, one went through her shield, piercing her underneath her ribcage. She fell to the ground in shock as another flew through and hit her in the stomach. Crying out, anxiety starting to rise, she quickly covered the wound with her right hand to stop the bleeding, leaving her unable to attack. 'Void, anymore shots and I'm going to pass out and bleed out!" She yelled out at Atlas to stop once more and saw something, a small glint in his eyes that she had seen many times in the arena before. She looked up to no longer see Atlas, but a different, Piglin Hybrid with a massive axe slowly walking up to her, towering above her eyes, the crowd chanting his name, the council watching in disappointment of her in the high box, the suffocating copper tang in the air from the rose petals covering the now dried up blood on the dust. Shaking her head, she pushed away the vision, instead aiming to do what she should have done then, throw her knife at the crossbow. While it didn't drop the crossbow, it gave her enough time to use some of her magic energy left to temporarily block the bleeding for a few seconds in her chest as she ran toward Atlas. Only after he walked back a few steps did she see the hole in the ground. She fell down, shrieking at the surprise. There was no way she was going to be able to get a long enough water protection spell up for her to swim back to shore, she had to teleport. Taking her mind off stopping the bleeding she reached out to a stony ice patch and threw herself there. After a few moments to breathe, she got up, clutching her stomach area, not wanting the adrenaline to wear off before she got back to her house where she could bandage herself and not risk bleeding out. Her leg was rough, but the arrow had stayed in, meaning the blood would, for the most part, stay in as well, leaving her focus off of it as she began to limp home.

As she started heading back, clutching her chest with a small limp, Jolt and her friend? Eshi caught up to her asking if she was ok. Jolt said she just got up after seeing Silver run up and "heard her scream when.." stopping her sentence as she looked Silver over a few times. Silver simply brushed it off and continued walking home. Jolt asked if she needed any medical help, silver saying she was fine and had plenty of experience before. "Besides, this isn't anywhere near the worst I've had." While walking home, which Jolt and Eshi decided to follow her for, they were talking about why Atlas was so aggressive at that time. Silver claims it's just a piglin thing towards end hybrids,

"It's been that way since," \*she paused\* "Well, since Miz talked to me about it, I don't remember the name of the event he mentioned though. It was many years ago though." Jolt questioned who Miz was, Silver stating him as just an old friend, refusing to look back. She really didn't want to spend more time today thinking about him, not with blood on her already reminding her of that fateful day. Fate really had it out for Silver today, she guessed, though because Jolt had continued to ask questions, like "Does he live in the nether? Is he a Piglin Hybrid too? Do you think I could meet him someday?"

Silver stopped moving at that one. Looking up at a sign from an empty house they stopped at she took a breath in and out, simply replying "Sure." She knew Jolt only meant well, but she didn't have the strength to tell his story right now and couldn't bear mentioning his death currently. The closer she got home the more the adrenaline ran off, making it harder to get down from the snowy slopes. She didn't look up at Jolt or Eshi's face, but considering nothing was brought up about her lack of teleporting, she figured they either decided to not mention anything, or didn't notice. She walked inside the house searching the cabinets for the best make-shift bandages they had from canvas and string. She and Sovi hadn't had the time, or the need, to set up a brewery for health potions and healing items, so these would have to do. After saying goodbye to the other two, Silver just slumped down on the floor, leaning against a bag of rice. Today had been very useful in starting to understand what in the void was going on with people here, but she really wasn't planning on a practical near-death situation, or the entity they called Chaos.

She sighed, deciding she would need to meet up with an older resident tomorrow to finalize the timeline of all this chaos stuff. It sounded dangerous and she wasn't planning on letting another friend die.

Falling asleep on the floor wasn't the best choice for Silver but she didn't care. Besides, it's not like this day could get any worse...

**{4 Weeks right after this}:** Silver has spent most of her time inside and tending to the crops due to falling ill. Her injuries mostly healed during this time, but a sickness has caused her to lose her voice for a couple weeks and lack the energy needed to explore. She remains frustrated in not going to seek residents immediately after the events that took place, but the medic side of her knew if she left, it would cuase more damage and she could risk infection. Once she has regained her health, she notes that the first thing she needs to do is figure out where Jolt lives, and make a plan for something, anything!

**{One night}:** She sat outside, the snow settling around her and Marshmary. Sovi had made it back earlier in the day, and with the moon high in the sky, Sovi had settled in for the night. Fiddling with a golden, orange, and black triple ring around her right pointer finger, Silver looked up. She stopped playing with the rings, choosing to pet Marshmary, who in return cuddled into her hand.

Smiling, 'ᓭᔑ⎓ᒷ,' she thought. '∴ᒷ ∴╎ꖎꖎ ᔑ∷ᒷ ᓭᔑ⎓ᒷ.'

After a few minutes, Silver stood up, brushed the fallen snow off of her pants, and headed back inside to catch up on some sleep, Marshmary following close behind. Under her breath, she said "ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ ╎ᓭ ᔑ ꖎ𝙹ℸ ̣  ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ↸𝙹."

*~Arc 1: Wilting Peonies and Wildflowers~*

**{2 months after first meeting Jolt}:** Sovi and Silver were discussing their recipe list and what food they needed to cook next when Jolt and Eshi approached their door. Jolt and Eshi both said hello, and Jolt asked Silver if she was ok. Silver was a little confused but responded with "Yes, why?"

"Well you were shot multiple times and bleeding out."

Silver looked over at Sovi nervously, (She hadn't told her about the incident with Atlas). "Well, I didn't bleed out, because then I would be dead and I'm right here alive!" Both Jolt and Eshi just looked at her with some form of disbelief on their faces, like, is she serious? Silver didn't understand their confusion. Besides, there was always some injury to heal in the End, this wasn't even close to being one of her worst injuries, just unlucky timing with Atlas and some good shots taken on her, no big deal.

After some awkward conversation between the four of them, Silver introduced Sovi to Jolt and Eshi. Jolt described that Tupple, from the Halfling Society, had died two months ago and there was some weird vine growth happening at the house where it happened. Silver didn't really know Tupple, so she didn't bother focusing on that aspect of the news, but questioned Jolt more about the matter at Tupple's place. After Silver's insistence, the four of them traveled over to the Halfling Society to see the black growth themselves. As they got closer, Jolt, Eshi, and Sovi mentioned hearing weird noises. Silver flicked her ears to listen around, but couldn't place anything. 'Perhaps it is something from the overworld I can't pick up.' Suddenly, everyone's vision began to close in on themselves, darkening the area around them, and limiting their vision length.

Despite worried thoughts and concerns coming from the others, Silver began to tune them out, taking in the mess in front of her. The crying obsidian was pulsing purple and felt sticky to the touch. The other black tentacle parts felt chalky. It reminded her of something, but she couldn't place which memory or dream it was tied to. Silver chose to ignore it, deciding that thinking about the Councils was not likely to lead to a great outcome. She briefly heard Jolt, bringing her out of her thoughts, shout warnings to Silver telling her to step back and not touch it. She could hear the purple pulsing and dripping around her, almost like it was acknowledging her, and greeting her. It felt like she was pulling her head out of mud trying to turn around to face the others to respond to them.

Silver looked around to see Jolt standing closest to her, Eshi not far behind; However, she couldn't sense Sovi nearby. Suddenly she heard Sovi cry out. They all ran over to her and saw the black substance following her through the ground, seeping closer and closer to her legs like an infection. Once the group reached her, the vines stopped. Though Sovi remained uninjured, it was clear she was at least a bit shaken up. After seeing her safe, Silver returned to the black mass, resumed poking at it, and dropped down further into the house. She could hear Jolt yelling at her, asking how she was so calm about this, and how weird this is. Silver, who thought she made it very clear that she was extremely worried about this growth thing, rebutted back. "We can't wait around for other people to try and solve this, void, they might not even worry about it or tell anyone about their discoveries." Silver thought Jolt was overreacting. Stuff like this always happened growing up in the End, it was normal behavior, with the Council's different forms of punishments and magic-science always running loose everywhere; There was always a new issue to either avoid, or defeat/contain/solve, etc. Void Silver just wanted a moment of peace and quiet. During their yelling match, the vines grew closer to Eshi and Jolt, the purple obsidian throbbing with energy as it weaved its way through the ground before stopping once the shouting ended. Everyone else continued to mention how uneasy they felt, all of the weird noises around them, and that they needed to go, NOW! Silver, reluctantly agreed, though as they walked away, she couldn't help but look back at the purple glow. A polluted feeling of Déjà vu fell upon her as her mind began to clear away the fog she didn't know was there...

Later that evening, Silver attended the 3rd AUN Meeting with Sovi after learning from Jolt that they were hosting one that night. It took a lot to not pull out her knife in self defense at the sight of Atlas running around with his 11 GUNS! Silver took a deep breath and sat down on the sidelines, reminding herself that what happened last time was mostly because of piglin instincts...mostly (this was a grudge Silver wasn't planning on letting go of anytime soon). Shortly into the meeting, however, General Bug accidently shot Scrumble, the current solo representative of the Halfling Society, causing him to fall off of the building and onto the mountain. Everyone rushed to help him out, though seeing him unconscious caused many issues. Silver began rattling off everything they needed to do to make sure he was alive, silently was checking his pulse, and holding the head to check for injuries in her head, while everyone else seemed to panic. Atlas began shoving stuff around trying to help and somewhere in the chaos the arrow had been pulled from his head, causing more blood to pour out. Silver took a deep breath and took control of the situation, getting people to move the body to a warm location and stabilize his injuries. It took a lot of work, and a lot of convincing people that, no, we cannot use that object to help stop the blood, and no, you cannot give him your blood because we don't know if it is compatible, but Scrumble was eventually stabilized.

Once everything was settled down and Scrumble was no longer in critical condition, Silver went to take a walk outside. She had just finished an argument, a petty one to be fair, and though Atlas was apologizing for his actions previously, Silver was too stubborn to let it slide with an "I'm sorry." More happened that day when he shot her, and though she may be alive now, the memories it brought up didn't make the experience any easier. She took deep breaths, trying to relax her mind and remind herself that she longer lived in the End, and it was safe. After a few minutes, Sovi caught up with her and they discussed briefly what had happened. After making sure Sovi was ok, Silver stated she was going to go back and investigate the black matter more. Sovi gave her an uneasy look, but said it was ok and to let her know what changes. Sovi stated she would go back home. A feeling of guilt began to creep in the back of Silver's mind as they walked away from each other. Silver had told Sovi that she wanted to go back to figure out what was going on because clearly no one else was going to share or solve anything, yet as she trudged her way through the snow back to the Halfling Society, she noted the real reason she wanted to go back was unknown to her, something of a mystery.

Once she stepped back into the crumbling house, Silver stood in the sticky obsidian for who knows how long, muttering to herself. She couldn't figure it out. Why did this mass react to everyone else that was there but her,... why does it not make her feel uneasy,...why was it so quiet right now?..

Slowly she creeped closer and closer to the floor. Her energy to stand had disappeared. Chalking it all up to it being such a long and busy day, she decided it wouldn't be the worse to take a short rest. The black mass felt comforting, and reminded her of something from the End, though she couldn't place in her mind where or what. She knew a reminder from the End shouldn't feel this pleasant but the fog cornering her mind crept to a tight close, eliminating her rationale. 'I can figure this out tomorrow. I don't think this could be that bad after all. It feels...nice.'

She passed out, the purple veins of the obsidian vibrating brighter, and slowly, crawling to her fingers...

**{3.5 AUN Meeting}:** See Twitch vod. (nothing incredibly important on Silver's lore happened.)

**{1 Day after 3.5 AUN Meeting}:** See "Memorial Remembrance" on **twitch.tv/Itzsilverflame**

**{1 month after the 3.5 AUN Meeting, sitting alone at Tupple and Scrumble's place in the middle of the symbol}:** Silver sat crisscrossed on the floor, upright in a meditational position with her hands together by the thumbs and pointer fingers. Her mask left her eyes free to open view, but still had the lower section to keep the ventilator on her. She may be fully invested in this, but Silver is NOT going to risk getting a mold sickness from the damp, moist air around her. Her gloves were thrown to the side, her hands bright grey and white to her fingers as she took deep breaths. Lines like wires pulsed from her fingertips to halfway down her arms. They began to glow brighter as she opened her eyes to reveal them empty and purple. A slight humming could be heard emanating from Silver's throat, a way to ground herself in reality, as she sat there, the matter around her shifting up to connect with her body. A violent shiver ran down Silver spine as the obsidian connected, temporarily fusing with her mental state. Silver had the precautions taken care of; she asked Sovi to come get her if she didn't return within an hour, she kept her earring from Miz on to leave a constant stream of music flowing in her mind, and she had done this many times before with Miz, so a different entity shouldn't be that difficult. Yet, Silver couldn't help but feel nervous. She didn't know Tupple when they were alive, and the only bit of their mindset that Silver knew was from the diary read at the last meeting. No matter how experienced one is, diving into the visions and memories of one who has not only passed, but was not stable is risky. However, some of the things mentioned in the diary felt too similar to certain figures from the High Council for Silver to feel comfortable leaving it alone. So, here Silver was, connecting her mind with the aura of this entity left behind in Scrumble's home.

'Dreams create and leave behind ideas that are implemented into our subconsciousness. It is dangerous to interfere, but deadly when weaponized correctly. However, everyone leaves behind a mark from their own subconscious wherever they go, whatever plane they enter. This mark on the floor is proof. I need to see if something, or someone, is still here.'

Silver knew she would likely not be able to speak for a few days, or weeks after this, her vocal cords and mind weaker from the strain of the energy flowing from the mass, void she may actually encounter something in there and come out with an injury or two.

She set the music to a 60 minute song, ensuring that the end would be enough to give her a kick to ground herself and separate from the entity.

She'd do anything to keep her friend safe...

**{2 Months after the 3.5 AUN Meeting}: (TW: Light Body Horror, Marked at start and stop)**

As the seasons have begun to change again, the wind settling on the melting snow around the island, the trees flourishing again with bright blossoms of Spring and Autumn, and the loud booms of everything no longer a common occurrence, everything calms. The lack of presences from people around has become more noticeable as everyone moves on with their own lives, taking care of themselves and close friends and family. The whiffs of chaos no longer seem to spark the air, but instead fall deep underground, which is enough for most residents to move past it and repair their lives. Whatever seemed to be happening in the Halfling Village had miraculously just stopped. Not disappeared, it still remains there, just static, unmoving. With very few people out and about now, the nature of this land has begun to flourish, sprouting around every bit and spot of the island. Peaceful growth has been immense in Olympus with the massive swing of focus on finishing preparations for the upcoming coronation. Laughter from groups of friends and the smell of crisp peach flitter in the air, as the massive thought of, we are finally at peace, flows through many. The days and nights blend into one another, as the world continues to turn onwards.

A warm and soft smell of cinnamon and rosemary drifts into the air around a small wooden house surrounded by moss and overlooking a small cliff onto the ocean's edge. A small figure can be seen inside, sitting down on a rice bag as she wraps her left hand up to her elbow in gold colored compression wraps. A small green and pink kettle can be seen on the stove, creating the source of the wonderful smell, as it screams in impatience. The person looks up at the kettle, finishes her wrappings, and walks over to pour the tea from the kettle. Grabbing two deep blue and gold cups from the cabinets below, she carefully pours tea into both of them, her left arm trembling just slightly. When she has finished, she places the pot back down on the stove, turning it down to a low simmer heat. Grabbing one cup, leaving one behind for the other resident of this home, she walks outside and up the side mountain, into a small area carved into it. After pushing the door shut, she walks deeper in, about 20-35 feet and turns left into a make-shift potions area. Turning on the overhead light, we see more clearly the figure's body and face. (TW Start) Everything is in order with the exception of tendrils of deep purple underneath her skin crawling up from the left side of her neck to the corner of her left eye. Along her face, this thing branches out in small lines across part of the left side of her face, occasionally glowing whenever she looses track of herself. Her left eye has turned to a more magenta color, the white specks along her face following suit. Her left arm has similar markings, almost scars, as if to be a reminder that something crawled inside of the arm and used to be there, though these lines do not glow with the others, indicating they do not have the connection to the person like the ones near her head do. (TW End)

She closes her eyes briefly, the lines beginning a faint glow. The person takes her mask off of the top of her head and places it on the side of the chair next to her, as she takes a deep sip of her tea. The glow immediately fades as she sighs softly. A faint smile crosses her face, almost if to demonstrate a small bit of relief, but is quickly overcome with the pulsing of which many are familiar with, being a headache. She sets her tea down on the station, stretches her arms out in front of her, cracking her fingers and wrists, and picks up where she last left off. Faint scribblings of mixed English and Enderian scatter the notebook on the side, with a few drawings of a cloaked figure, the symbol inside the crying obsidian, and something indescribable littering the letters. A few words, however, are underlined many times and written largely and boldly across an entire page.

**Venomous?... Parasite? ...End Entity? ...Infection-Possession?...No Longer Public Harm?...**

*~Mark of Extermination/Consolidation From Above~*

**{3 months after the 3.5 AUN Meeting}:(CW: Semi-Light Body Horror/TW labeled throughout):**

It was spreading...

This was a fact that was becoming more crystal clear, everyday, to Silver. The tendrils had dug their way around her left eye, and started to work their way inside the edges of it, blurring the corners of her vision slightly. She was likely to lose vision in that eye sooner rather than later. The branches along her neck had reconnected with the ones along her arm, and now they both glow together at the same time. It is the ones directly along her collarbone that caused the most trouble. They dug into her skin the most, creating an unpleasant scratchy feeling and they pushed into and against her skin, threatening to split it and grow outside. From there, it has split off into smaller branches, creeping under the skin to her chest, slowly, but steadily. Soon, glamour spells wouldn't be able to hide this, leaving Sovi and everyone to start asking questions, questions she couldn't answer herself! This was becoming a grave matter, rapidly.

(Silver POV 3 weeks prior to Mark of Extermination): Last week I went over to the Halfling Society to ensure that the growth of the vines along my body was not representative of any growth occurring over there. The moment I came in physical contact with the matter in the middle of the house, however, the tendrils flared up along my left side, pulsing throughout and underneath my skin as if they were trying to break it, and it was glowing bright purple. It felt like my skin was being dipped and fried in red lava. I couldn't will myself to move. I fell to my knees in pain and started grabbing my left arm in desperation for it to stop. My vision blurred along my eyes, but I can't tell if that was from the tendrils, or just the tears from the excruciating pain. After a few minutes, though it seemed endless, the glowing faded, and the pain began to die down slowly. My breath was shaky as I tried to sit up and take deep, controlled breaths. Shakily, I stood up, and slowly made my way back home. Visits to the Halfling Society will now be only of utmost importance, or dire emergencies...

(exit Silver POV, 3 months 1 week from 3.5 AUN):

Smaller flare ups would continue to occur for the next month during Silver's sleep, and occasionally during the day. Nightmares that twisted memories of High Council interactions, Dreams of hopes unfulfilled, and numerous visions all seemed to wake her up, though she could never really remember what happened during these flare-ups, or visions, simply that these, whatever these were, left the lines glowing and burning under her skin from a few minutes, to a few hours, leaving her exhausted.

A sense of regret was starting to creep up on Silver. *Yes*, she chose to connect her magic with the thing in the Halfling Society, and *yes,* she knew there were going to be consequences (though this was not anything like what she was expecting), and ***yes,*** people had been warning her about how much time she spent with it and not to interact with it too closely. But how was she meant to know that it would go this far!? Normally, in the End, when something like this happened, it was fixed up within a couple days, hell Silver had helped out on many of these clean-up situations. But this, this,... *THING,* was just *COMPLETELY* determined to stay.

Silver stood in the half-built med-bay in the side of the mountain, pacing back and forth next to a bubbling brewing stand on a nearby table. A gold potion with red/orange swirls bubbled furiously as it held a stare off with Silver. Walking over to the table, she dropped her glamour. She needed to see the physical reactions this thing had on certain potion combinations. Silver had determined it must be some form of a parasite, a very rare, but strong backup spell used by higher class End Citizens to guard their things from being stolen by lower class people. Somehow, some form of it must have been added to the entity over in the Halfling Society, and Silver, the foolish child, had just walked right into the trap, like a fly to a Venus flytrap. Until Silver could either find some void texts in the overworld that contained information on the counter-spell, if it existed, or, regrettably, find a way to the End dimension where she could "borrow" a book on this stuff (and maybe revitalize with end air so she doesn't feel like she is suffocating every other day!), she would have to find some combination of magic and potions to slow the spread of this parasite and the pain from the flare ups. Most times she flared up, her glamour would drop from the shock of the pain, which would be an issue once people start walking about and around the island again. She wouldn't have answers for the questions people would have, which could potentially send a panic throughout the island, or even an idea to get rid of her. It would basically just complicate things more than they needed to be.

Biting her nails, she turned to the brewing stand, grabbing the golden, bubbling potion, thinking, 'Since there is strong End and Void presence coming from this parasite, using Nether gold and other items from the Nether should burn off the edges and prevent it from growing for awhile, though,' she paused, tapping her foot lightly on the floor and holding a nervous look towards the bottle. 'Nether-based potions also weaken people from the End, and will weaken my body and magic...' Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath in and out before opening them again, fear pushed to the back and determination leading strong. Muttering, "To void with it then," she lifted the potion and drank half of it. Wiping her mouth and slowly placing the bottle back down on the table, she glanced over at her arm. Nothing seemed to be different from before, except the edges of the branches on part of her arm and neck seemed to freeze up and turned into a faded color of the rest of the vines, signifying that they were either frozen temporarily, or dead from that part. Grinning, Silver gave a quiet cheer, as she walked over to the mirror and checked her chest briefly and her back before smiling. A temporary solution had been found, and she no longer had to be worried about asking for help, or running out of time.

As she went over to the brewing stand to create a few more of these potions, an icy breeze swept through the air and left a bone dry chill along Silver's neck and spine. She whipped around, seeing no one around her. Gulping, fear beginning to crawl back onto her face, she spoke hesitantly, "Who's there?"

It was silent for a moment. As Silver was about to ask again, another harsh wind burst into the room, almost knocking Silver over and whipping itself around her. She tried to shield her head by placing her arms above and around her head and lowering herself to the ground to prevent falling over. The wind was decorated with void particles and whispers that spoke with such sugared venom on their tongues, only communicating one word.

A harsh, but violent,

"Ō̷̠̕u̷̟̾̌͌̅͛̎̓͛̈͜͝R̶̦̱̤͍̭̳͉̯͇̥͗̓͒̌̄̀̆͂͠s̵̖̭̙̺̙̜̪͈̎͑̌̏́̑̓̎̌"

Suddenly, as fast as it appeared, it vanished. Taking one hand to her head, and the other to steady herself up and she stood up slowly, she couldn't help but glance at the unopened door to the room. The whispers, they were...something of someone and their people in the High Council, leaving a sickening taste in Silver's mouth. Silver looked over at her newly cracked mirror and gasped. She collapsed to the ground due to her legs giving out, falling onto her knees on the frigid floor. Her arms were violently shaking as she covered her mouth, but not due to the parasite, but rather horror and panic. (TW: Accidental Self Harm)Her hands quickly moved from her mouth to her throat, grasping it and scratching at it, leaving it raw to the touch.(Tw Done). Looking back at the mirror along the wall, we see her left eye has turned completely void-like with flecks of white stars inside of it. Along her neck and at the top of her chest, the tendrils had twisted to form a mark of the same symbol found in the destroyed house in the Halfling Society. She lowered her hands to cover the mark on her chest; she took deep breaths, trying to regain composure, and sanity. The realization of what this meant, and what she was actually dealing with sunk deep inside of her like a sword through her chest. She attempted, shakily, to cast a small glamour over the mark and her eye, but the tendrils just wavered between glowing and still, as if to laugh at her pathetic attempt to control it. Despite it still evident that the potions had been able to stop the growth at some points of the small branches reaching outwards, Silver could only feel idiotic in this moment. Sure she had weakened the parasite inside of her,... but she had now also weakened her already faint magic and will of mind, leaving her exposed to, ***them***...

"...shit..."

**{Soon Afterwards}:** To be live streamed :)

**Important Quotes:**

-'Dreams create and leave behind ideas that are implemented into our subconsciousness. It is dangerous to interfere, but deadly when weaponized correctly. However, everyone leaves behind a mark from their own subconscious wherever they go, whatever plane they enter. This mark on the floor is proof. I need to see if something, or someone, is still here.' (Connecting with the Entity)

-“Keep in mind that many people have died for their beliefs; it’s actually quite common."- (not said)

-"ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ ╎ᓭ ᔑ ꖎ𝙹ℸ ̣  ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ↸𝙹." (said off-camera)

-“Chaos needs no allies, for it dwells like a poison in every one of us.” – Steven Erikson, *Midnight Tides (Malazan Book of the Fallen)*

-“You’d be surprised at what you’d do to stay alive.” – Brent Weeks, *The Way of Shadows (Night Angel)*