Chapter 6 fishing for cod

Onec sat on a little wooden dock. He had made a few hours ago so that he could sit here fishing. Not that there is anything to fish thought Onec to himself as he pushed his shoulders into his chair.

Sitting next to Onec with a fishing pole in its hands was an Enderman not that the Enderman knew what to do with the fishing pole the thing being shoved into the Endermans hands before it could do any thing else.

Some times I wish I could her you talk said Onec out loud to the enderman. The enderman simply shrugged knowing body movement was communicated but anything coming out of its mouth would be lost before fixing its lace spedo. Onec had no idea why the Endermen had gotten the things but they made talking to them interesting the black lace on there black body looked like nothing was there but the lace would hold and hide choice pieces of anatomy with an over all effect that a mixed crowd of boys and girls looked like an androgynous mob since you could not tell were from wife.

Onec returned to fishing not thinking about the ongoing nude convention by the spawners no not thinking about it.

FISHING. With a thought Onec pushed a small amount of the pain fog he had on him threw the fishing rod and into the water and formed a name tag on the end of his hook gust so that he can say he fished something out of the water.

After forming the name tag on the end of his line Onec pulled. “ha An army dog tag.” crooned Onec as he held up the pare of steal plates on a chain for the Enderman fishing with Onec to see. Soon the enderman returned to fishing with renewed enthusiasm.

Onec Holding the army dog tags in his hand contemplated his past as he was reminded about all of the fun he had playing call of duty kill streaks custom weapons gathering enemy Dog tags for points. With a sigh Onec stood up propped his fishing rod agents the rail of his dock stood up and tossed the name tag back into the water along with some pain fog with the instructions to turn into a cod fish or something.

Have fun I am going to see if I can think of anything I can make from educational addition minecraft see you latter.

{In the depths of the ocean of onecheimr}

“Do you know what we are waiting for.” asked War as he stood at parade rest on nothing but water unmoving defiant of the ocean currents in the dress uniform of a Sahagen war chief the colorful shells and polished bones an intimidating sight in the changing light under the ocean.

“No you know as much as I do Seer paid us a favor and told us we needed too be here and we would regret preventing some disaster in this ocean wile this planet is still in the Wyld.” hissed the five mile long Sea serpent its bio-luminescence allowing its entire body to be seen despite the dark of the depths “What I cant comprehend is how babyish Life and Death are being.”

“That is not fair Sea you are compatible with this Dimensional elemental axis there is no meaning to death and life here there is only pain for us.” Said the liter colored of two dim blips of light one black one white there sparks barely even seen against the light maid by the see serpent.

As War was going to voice his thoughts a chain with two tags splashed into the water near them and transformed into two fish and a hundred eggs both fish formed metal implements out of the Wyld around them and started using the metal implements to launch smaller shard of metal at each other. The end result two dead fish that soon bleed of the Wyld turning into a pare of steal chain necklaces with a hundred links and two steal tags.

Curios War flexed his domain pulling the two ornaments to himself. Soon the little things turned into one hundred fish eggs and two fish each for a total of two hundred eggs and four fish. War allowed the eggs to fall threw his hands as he held the fish in order to observe them closer. The four fish took one moment to look at there surroundings before they all formed Identical weapons to the first two pointed them at war and let lose causing a shower of shrapnel as the mettle projectiles bounced and shattered off of wars armor killing the four fish. Leaving war holding four Dog tags in his hands.

“By my bloody hands they are such good little solders.” Boasted War in his deep base voice

“Okay I now know what I need to do now War be a... stand up solder and keep those thing occupied wail I… get an environment to train them ready. Death Life use this as an opportunity to get a wheal of reincarnation going You know teach the Wyld the meaning of life and death so that you can be use full to me in a long minute.” Hissed Sea as the long snake started to ambill its way into the distance.

“But where are we going to get the souls to do that. Do you know how many souls that takes how many of them are going to be changed by the Wyld in the process.” Whined Life her little spark of light dimming in response to her emotion of hopelessness.

Death quickly interjected, “I got the souls I can hit up a number of different hells ask for some souls that need to be reworded and screwed over at the same time. Just get those fish shaped flesh husks ready for souls to be planted into them.” before whisking himself away.

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{a beach of Onecheimr}

Lelonyla mellenca fiscory yacua manya yasha sat in a chair on a wooden platform over the water with a fishing rod in hand.

The long patience required for the task was allowing him the time to take the pieces of his old life and try to put them back together in some kind of order. Like his name he knew what his name was but he did not know what was name and what was earned title associated with the name. So for now he used the howl thing being one of the few people coming out of the spawners that still had memory of the before time. He attributed that to the fact that in the before time he was rather important having had a powerful skill. That was why he was fishing. The maker of this micro stability that his instincts told him was on borrowed time had spent more time her than he had making the spawners for him and the other lost as they where collectively calling themselves.

He had forgotten so much of the before time only a hint of his old ability where still there. Fore one he can still see the wyld and its 18 colored daughters even after having a spawner wrap flesh around his spark he was also glade to have picked to be a member of the tall tribe enderman or something. The spacial abilities have been giving him insights to some of thing things he remembered being able to do in the before time. Reaching into his past memory and the threads of power he would wield and weave into vast tapestries of powerful effects.

With the memory of weaving in his mind Lelonyla mellenca fiscory yacua manya yasha felt inside himself to the small core of spacial power and pulled some of the power out of the core slid it along his body to his right elbow and with his mind delicately pulled that spacial thread along into the distance before selecting some stone and weaving that thread into the shape his body would natural weave the thread into if he was touching the stone. And with the bang of distorted air a cuboid block of stone one third his height was sitting suspended on his elbow. Next he pushed another thread out until and soon the cube of stone was many lengths away the power in his core depleted. But as the light from above shined down his body absorbed the light turning it into power and sent to his core most of the power filled up his core but a small amount went into growing his core into something larger. “some day I will have all of the powers I used to have and when this place fades away I will maintain my flesh and leave this place of pain behind.”

a pull on the fishing rod distracted Lelonyla mellenca fiscory yacua manya yasha from his power fantasy and training. “Finally even if its only the thing Onec threw back into the ocean I new there was some purpose to this task.” he cheered as he pulled on the line. And out of the water hopped a green and gray spotted fish, with three dorsal fins, two anal fins, a pelvic fin, and a large split caudal fin. In the middle of observing the fish features Lelonyla mellenca fiscory yacua manya yasha felt a shift in the air as the fish looked at him in the middle of its leap and pulled the Wyld to it forming a mettle object that it held in its right pectoral fin and pointed a hole at him.

Some instincts he did not know he had took over and he had moved before he heard the sound. A loud crisp bang. Checking himself he found Moving in this way for short distances had less impact on his core energy than he absorbed threw his skin. A secound bang the only reason he knew why he moved. and With that fear out of the way Lelonyla looked again at the fish only to find it smirking as it dived back into the water letting out a third bang at the last second.

Lelonyla mellenca fiscory yacua manya yasha considered his options before looking at the fishing rods still on the dock both his and the one left behind and so with intelligence instead of instincts he moved wail pushing his core and appeared on the dock and quicly reached down and grabbed both of the fishing rods. The rod in his right hand had the fish so he put his core energy in the rod in order to tack it with him threw the movements wail the one in his left was coiled and ready.

Rods in hand Lelonyla mellenca fiscory yacua manya yasha pulled on the rod with a fish on it trying to pull it out of the water again. And was soon reworded as the fish jumped out with two mettle implements in its hands both holes pointed at him. So he moved letting instincts tack him where it was safe pulling the fish crosser to dry land this time as he had kept the fishing rods this time. So with a flick of the arm he threw his of hand hook at the fish. A Bang and movement caused him to miss. But the fish was still on the first hook. Lelonyla mellenca fiscory yacua manya yasha feeling the nostalgia his heart beating in his chest with the rhythm of battle after so long could not keep the manic grin of his face.

{near a beach of Onecheimr}

it was Important to Find the creator of this realm Lelo way to long should have been keeping an eye on the creator of this realm so that he would not get bored. But no shortly after the world starts shifting Lelo way to long comes back raving about fishing holding mettle tags trying to get people to join him and having no idea where the creator of this realm is.

I could swear they do not realize how good it is right now they did not see him change the vary ground if he gets board he might switch the game on us and this one is fine nice and restful.

Between one step and the next a pulls of power weaved its way threw the ground pointing her in the directions of the changing so she changed the direction of her running hoping to get to him too see the changes he is making to the world.

As she crested the top of a hill she finally saw him and froze. There he was standing in front of a Crafting table his eyes open and seeing into the truth of the would. Behind him a being of contracts and possibility standing behind the creator whispering powerful truths the the creators voice and with each truth one of the micro peaces of reality becomes defined. She would get closer however she can tell the being is fare more powerful than the creator and that the creator and the being already have contracts between each other older than this would. And last but not least she can tell that being has a goal it desires enough to give her a fate worse than falling back into the endless pain. So she sat down and waited hopefully nothing bad happens.