Thousands of years ago a war broke out on a distant island, splitting its occupants into factions. Alifero, Cornucopia, Querencia and Aranea. The tension between them that has been unyielding for centuries only grows when their precious water starts...
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Welcome warmth floods my face and greets me with smells of hot potatoes and... flowers? There was so much in the room I couldn't work out where to look first. All sorts of creatures sat at wooden tables drinking from mismatched glasses or wooden mugs and pints of alcohol.
"Hey, shut the door!" I flinch and spot a foxling giving me a hard stare. I double take unsure that I had actually seen a Foxling in person. He glares at me when he sees me staring. Mumble an apology, I close the door in a daze.
I catch a glimpse of the walls, beams laden with all kinds of vines. I follow them with my eyes to the roof and find Azalea flowers blooming on vines alongside dozens of Glow Berries. In the centre of the roof is a giant Glowstone contraption of cogs and wooden rods bearing candles that have turned bubbly with melted wax. But a contraption of that calibre could only be built by- I spin and notice a room coming off the main one I stood in.
Piglin brutes and Blazbornes chuckle heartily as they lounge on chairs and tables made of crimson wood or blackstone. My heart skips a beat when I notice a small lava pool in which several of the Blazebornes were sitting.
I spin around again and spot Starbornes cheering with Arachnids as their friends tangle head to head in an arm-wrestling match. Further back in the room Phantoms and Felines debate something incoherent. Even Foxlings and Bunnies seem to be getting along in this place. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Where am I?
I look around again hoping to see another Elytrian or a tank where Niki would be. But there's nobody. I press a hand to my forehead feeling dizzy. Of course, no Elytrian would be here, they wouldn't be caught dead in this place.
A melting pot of cultures, ideas, politics and races? What could be worse? If my father knew about this... I don't even want to think of what would happen.
"Excuse me miss," I jump and back into somebody but lurch back forward when I realise that I didn't bump into someone solid.
"Oh I'm so sorry!" I exclaim and turn to see exactly what I had expected. The Slimecian's body slowly turned from green back to a human skin tone repairing itself after I had disturbed its form. The white shirt he was wearing was stained green in the spot I must have bumped him. It was common for Slimecians to present themselves as human-like, this man seemed no different.
"No no I'm sorry, I scared you after all," he chuckles and pushed his wonky glasses back onto his forehead. I can't help but wonder if he actually needs them. I smile awkwardly not knowing what to say.
"I'm Charlie," he sticks a hand out to me. A handshake, something rather strange to me but I suppose it must be common in Slimecian culture. I hadn't really read about Slimecians as much as I had about other races. They were such a malleable group, many of the books I had read questioned if they had a culture at all.
