It was painful, death. One of the most unexplainable phenomenon's that existed in the universe. From stars, to galaxies, to tiny little bugs that lived on your skin. Everything dies eventually. It was a cold autumns day, filled with colorful leaves and chill afternoons. Newt, a young boy barely 15, had been watching his siblings train when it was declared. They were going to summon more humans to save us from the monsters. Everyone in their small village on the root of the World Tree was joyful that they would no longer have to deal with the monsters attacking their hunting parties while they searched for food. 

The High Elves had sent the guards to come pick him up, saying that he would be able to show the way for the humans to come to this world. He was the lucky one, his brothers and sisters showing obvious jealousy, his parents crying, saying that they would see him soon. Everything was perfect for the young boy, he finally could make his mark on the world. He and four other representatives would guide the heroes to this world, to show them that they meant no harm, and that they would be welcomed. 

On the fated day, when all of the representatives stood together on a star, it happened, death. In truth, their bodies were used as a catalyst to open a portal. The magic in their bodies were fused together and exploded with the power to fracture the very fabric of space. The bodies becoming a mangled pile of flesh and raw magic. Their minds fused together so that they could be successful in their summoning. And it worked, soon millions and billions of humans had appeared inside the large gateway connecting the two worlds temporarily. 

But we aren't here for the story of the humans, we are here for the raw potential still living in that pile of flesh. The perfect combination of magics, turned into one. 

"Why, why, why, why, why..."

"What happened? Did we fail?" 

"Where are my parents? I want to see my parents,"

"Everything hurts, make it stop. Please make it stop,"

"..."

The five 'representatives' were fused together, becoming a monster that didn't know where it was or what it did wrong. They were supposed to welcome the new race to the world of Alpa, and show them how they are supposed to live. They were going to banish the monsters from this world, right?

Everything hurt, moving, breathing, even thinking hurt. The only thing that they could do was to try and stop the other voices.

"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP, PLEASE JUST SHUT UP!"

"You guys aren't real, I just fell unconscious or something."

"Please stop yelling, it hurts,"

Their thoughts, the louder and stronger they were, made the others disappear. Soon enough there was only one voice left. "I am going to be alright, I'm going to see my parents, I have to." The young elf, barely qualifying to be an adult, was alone in this big flesh bag. A pair of undeveloped wings unfurled and pushed him as far as they would go. A push of wind helped him try to get away, with a serpentine tail pushing him along. Soon enough he could feel a pair of muscular arms pulling him away. 

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He couldn't see, there were too many eyes. All he knew was that he was headed for a big island far far away. That red glow coming from it felt so nice, compared to all of this pain. Then he felt the air whipping his arms, no, he was falling. The wings had been cut and the air pushing him along had disappeared. He fell and fell until he landed inside a large hole. 

"Damn, we could have never predicted that the sacrifices would meld together and still be able to think," A deep voice growled through the air.

"That's the least of our concerns, the humans may not have seen it, but some of our people are reporting something dangerous that appeared from near the portal. We don't need another wild goose chase on something we can take care of right here and now," Another deep voice said, this one echoing through the air with a bit of a shock. 

"It shouldn't have come to this, we could have taken care of the monsters the first time they appeared, Marthoth is right, we should eliminate this before it has the chance to become a bigger problem in the future," This voice sounded pretty, almost like calm ocean waves. "What do you two think?"

"We told our sacrifice what would happen, so they were prepared for death. What about you, pretty boy?" A voice that sounded like the clanging of metal, someone uninterested in this whole situation.

"I think that we should let it go. It's unstable and will not live long." That voice, was that his grandfather? A bunch of emotions rose into his throat, or what he thought was his throat. What did they mean by eliminating him?

"And let the same thing happen like with the monsters?" The watery ocean voice spoke again. Clearly upset, their voice sounded like a small storm. 

"I understand that it was family, Hethro, but that thing, it is no longer your family. It is a monster." The thundering voice, Marthoth, said to his grandfather. 

"Enough, let's end this now." The first voice growled. 

Panicked Newt attempted to run away, he heard the crackling of lightning and the crashing of waves, but they never hit him. He sprinted deep into the island hoping to hide somewhere. 

"What the hell is wrong with you, Hethro? Why would you stop us?"

"Please, he will destabilize and die a natural death, please, just let my grandson live for a little while longer."

"Nothing was natural about that thing! You are a fool, old man. A fool,"

The five disappeared back to the World Tree, leaving the poor monster alone. It ran until its limbs felt like they were falling off. Deeper into the island it ran, wanting to hide from the evil that was trying to hurt him. "The red glow, I must find it." Finally with a goal in mind the beast ran to the hillside.

On the side of the hill was a small cave that glowed that wonderful red light. Begging him to crawl inside, everything would be ok, he could rest. Nothing else would matter as soon as he touches that red light. The horrible mash of creatures crawled into the cave, scaring off a bear that was sleeping.

Its multiple arms barely holding up the body, and a pair of wings barely attached by a thin piece of muscle that managed not to get cut off which flapped with no real intention. Finally it could see the origin of that wonderful color. A pool of red liquid bubbled and shot steam out, the red liquid suddenly moved. 

Like a tentacle, it reached out to the mash of bodies and wrapped around them. Like a blanket, it covered them and glowed brighter. More smoke and more bubbles blew out of the red liquid blanket. The monster was finally able to rest. Their eyes closed and his mind was able to sleep. 

Newt, that's who he was. Grandson of the greatest elf who ever lived, a member of the heroes cohort. His family lived on one of the larger roots of the world tree. It was his pride and joy to be able to live life how he did. Tomorrow he would join the other representatives in the summoning of the heroes, that was all a bad dream, not really what happened. 

Newt, son of Gaurdo, grandson of Hethro, he was somebody. He didn't deserve to be cast aside and thrown away like trash. No, one day he would be an elder of the elven race, someone who was important, like a king. Of course he wouldn't be an equal to the elven king, he was ancient. 

Everything would be okay. He would wake up in his bed and go hug his parents, he would tell them all about this horrible nightmare. His eyes opened up, and saw darkness. The only light was from the small gap in the caves mouth. This wasn't a dream...