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Exerpt from They the Wubbox, Chapter 15.5 : Still here, on Wattpad
Bowgart shivered in the dark winter's night. He was alone. Not even Rooba was there to be with him. Emptiness and sorrow was the only thing he could feel. The soft tune of the island dragging out like it was tired. He was tired too. Why was he left to live here when no one else he knew would be with him. "Bowgart." Furcorn called his name. Bowgart turned and saw his pale stalk. "Yes?"
"C-Can i sit with you?" He asked with a timid, scratchy voice.
"Sure." Furcorn walked over shakily, sitting next to him. The islands had been cursed with extreme weather conditions, frigid nights, and melting hot days. The sun-moon cross must have messed with the planet's atmosphere. Water island began to drain of water, plant island began to turn yellow and brown, air island drifted away, and the other islands slowly began to become vacant. Cold island was the only place some felt was home, but some monsters did stay on their original islands, homing being where the heart was. "I wish the battle didn't happen." Furcorn whimpered with tears.
"Me too, but there was nothing else to do."
"We could have not fighted, we could have just talked with the Celestials and freed our friends."
"There was no other option." The dark reality had settled in, yet, nobody wanted to accept it. The clouds connecting the islands began to fade, and they had very little time left to decide what island they would stay on. The islands were drifting off, leaving the islands to break from Attmoz's control, leading to the clouds letting go. "What island are you staying on?" Bowgart asked.
"I wanna stay with you. Theres no one else i know."
"But, it gets extremely cold here. Plant island would be much safer for you."
"i want someone to talk to. Please don't force me to go there." Bowgart sighed at his friend. He let out one of his arms, holding him closer. "Alright. But, please be careful." He and Furcorn were the only monsters staying on Cold Island. They both knew it was inevitable they would die a slow, yet peaceful death in the snow and ice.
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