All That Power After Painstakingly Raising Them To LV50 And He Couldn't Just End It In One Quick And

"We were happy when we were young."

"That time we went to a sleepover (not)."

Despite Witch!Moon's complaints and wanting to stay (and cause minor disturbances for fun), we were only there to drop off the basket of sweets.

Bonus doodle:

"Have fun, y'al-" "NOOooo- I wanna stay-!" "It's past our bedtimes, and we still have work to do in the morning." "NOO-"

"Praise the Light."

And Shiny Boi™ is no longer shiny /j

The void looks different from what I remember

A Golden Apple

This battle has stretched on longer than they were familiar with. Perhaps it's because they persisted longer; defended the tower the hardest they could. They were wise in their experience, but not wise enough when fields of wheat were replaced by the pit of lava before them, with hot armor being all they had for a soft bed, while the rough hands that loosely held on the enchanted blade had forgotten the warmth and texture of fresh bread.

They plod over to the chest hidden behind a pillar, pulling its lid up to see weapons and armors of the highest quality... and no food.

"Ah, seriously, what kind of army doesn't stockpile food?"

"I don't know." A couple lava pops pass as the soldier took a second to realize that wasn't their voice; it was younger, softer, and confident. "I do have food, though."

The soldier leisurely turned their head to see the sharp end of a sword pointed at them, and behind it was a young mercenary. The young mercenary stood tall with a hardened gaze, their grip on their sword carrying more power than the weapon itself.

The soldier, however, only sat comfortably on the warm stone floor, their back against the chest, without even bothering to pick up their weapon. The young mercenary blinked in confusion, much more when the soldier casually commented "nice".

"What.. aren't you going to fight?"

"And be killed by you? No thanks, starvation is already doing that."

The soldier's immediate, straightforward response caused the young mercenary's grip on their sword to lessen. The young mercenary looked down on the soldier, seeing their slacked form equipped in diamond while an enchanted diamond sword lies beside them, but the soldier's hands were thin, their face gaunt and pale from lack of nutrition and sunlight.

And the soldier observes the young mercenary's actions in reciprocation, their tired face smoothly covering the plan forming in their head. The soldier has a splash potion of poison in their inventory, while the lava pit is just on their right. Though the soldier's hunger bar is low and their health halved, they can push the young mercenary into the pit once they've thrown the potion and-

Their thoughts halted when about a dozen golden apples were shoved in their face, and the young mercenary's sword was once again properly aimed on them.

"Hey, hey." The soldier carefully stood up with the golden apples in their arms while one is already being munched on in their mouth. The soldier spoke with apple bits in their mouth -- probably saying "let me eat first" -- swallowed-

"Then I'll die," the soldier said, picking up another apple to munch on.

"No," the young mercenary said, "let's have a fight."

The soldier stared at the young mercenary for a good two seconds while eating, then their eyes wandered to the pit of lava.

"Have you ever heard of military poverty?" The soldier asked after swallowing their second apple; their hunger bar full. The young mercenary's brows slowly rose; a beat of pause before the soldier continues. "It's not even a term, so of course you wouldn't."

Then the soldier picked up their sword, and the young mercenary took a few steps back and righted their stance.

"But it might as well be." The soldier threw their sword into the lava pit, and the young mercenary's eyes went wide at their action.

The soldier made one large leap to the lava pit, a smile on their face while they held a half-eaten golden apple. The young mercenary chases after the soldier in a vain attempt to save them, but the flames devoured the soldier before they could have the duel they wanted.

"Live well," the soldier smiled, "kid."

"Noooooo-"

Closing Hours with Sun

After Hours with Moon

The irony in how I finished sketching and digitalizing HH Lucifer in a couple hours and a week, respectively, whereas it took me a month to get done with HH Emily for the art trade with my friend @lazycandice

Said friend is also the same person whom I dedicate these pieces to lmao (we met up in person for the first time and she asked me to draw that sketch of "the man, the myth, the legend" in her sketchpad =w=)

• The times when the sun gradually melts into the horizon, dyeing the ocean in oranges and gold while the sky fades into indigo, as they row along the waves in their boat are Watcher's favourite. During those tranquil afternoons, Watcher was always reminded of a certain, adventurous, child they met back when they started exploring the realms outside the Vault.

• The stone pin attached to their cravat is a memento of the times they crossed paths with said child multiple times in their individual journeys. They make sure to keep it well-maintained from being too worn out by age, though there's not much that can be done without professional help. Stone is different from cloth and wood, after all.

• That being said, their expertise was limited to the items they're familiar with. A boat is not one of them.

• Flashbacks to the time their boat eventually sank despite their best attempts in maintenance and repairs. But hey! It lasted a couple years beyond its lifespan, so there's that if you ignore the fact they're soaking and were crying in their heart for their boat (they got attached).

• Bless the stars they didn't bring their unfinished maps with them that day. They can't let those maps be ruined; not when they have yet to give those to their fellow sky kids.

• Fortunately, they got another similar boat (along with instructions on proper maintenance and repair) with referral from a friend, though they had to pay for it this time with the gold hairpin they had since they were a moth.

• Watcher is never one to carry coin; bartering for items with their maps is what they have for currency most of the time. Other than that, offering to become a ferryman for safe passage to a certain place on the sea is a last resort.

• The occasional ferryman business led to another rumour, that eventually evolved into another legend, on top of the one that's still going around carrying their name. But that's a story for next time.

(I- keep writing so much and revising it till it took now to get done shshhjgsghjj OP your writing gave me a lot of inspiration and I love it :3)

Name: The Afternoon Watcher

Pronouns: They/them

Personality: Albeit seemingly preferring to be by themself, either nodding off to the crackling of a bonfire as the sun rises or flying through their usual routes in the later hours, they are an earnest, caring child of a few words and a loving heart often expressed in their actions; quietly looking out for their friends whenever they pass by.

Background: The Afternoon Watcher has been around since as early as the 10th season, hailing from the Vault of Knowledge at the beginning of their moth years before actively exploring till they settled down on their main, set route where they've become known for their bright cape and display of light magic.

(I'll be calling them watcher to make more sense and simple. I hope that's okay for you!)

No kingdom was selected, so I'm randomly choosing one.

The kingdom I'm placing your skykid in is: Kaplam, the sea kingdom.

"The gentle sea breeze and the soft sounds of the waves made watcher slowly wake up. For a moment, they thought they were at sanctuary islands again, and hoped to see the beautiful whales and mantas, but instead what they saw were murals painted with light and ruins of a fortress, it's battles fought long ago.

Since the dissapearance of the realms, Watcher wanted to create new paths for each kingdom. The scale of each one wasn't what they anticipated, but they did want to see if they can create paths that can run through all kingdoms.

However, they didn't know prairie's protal was wildly different then the original. All that they heard about it was that it was just as peaceful as Prairie. This could be...bad. Especially since an ocean could make keeping tracks of paths difficult.

But! There has never been a journey they couldn't overcome. So picking up their staff, watcher began to descend down from the fort, ready to see what awaits them."

• The fort was a bit hard to maneuver through. There were some spirits that lingered around and because watcher was reminded of the spirits they fondly knew, they decided to help relieve them.

• When they finally managed to get out of the fort, it was already afternoon. White sandy beaches laid at the bottom of the fort and some boats, both buried and intact, lied untouched on them

• "Now, let's see where I can go..." watcher mumbled, as he tried to make sense of the sky. Just as they were about to fly off, a roar in the distance stopped them. Their breath hitched, as they thought the krill had discovered this place.

• But fortunately, it wasn't a krill, but instead two....giant flying lizard things??? They were viciously fighting each other, both clawing and biting each other in mid-air. But eventually one used its feet and plunged them into the others' chest, flying off with them.

•........Maybe it's best not to fly in this kingdom.

• Gathering themselves, watcher decided to use a boat instead. Luckily, there was one boat that still had paddles and wasn't half sunken in the sand. There was even a small lamp they could use! As they cheerfully pushed the boat into the sea, watcher hurriedly hopped on, beginning their journey. They pondered what they will find in this kingdom. New islands? Spirits? Maybe they should focus on finding another skykid to help them map out the kingdom.

• They weren't use to using a boat, but it was quite calming to just row away into the endless sea, using the clouds as a guide (A hidden skill ori children all have for when there are no more landmarks)

• As the afternoon passed and the night came, watcher stared at the stars as they mentally start making a map of where they should go as they lit the lamp and attached it to their staff. But then a giant ball of light in the distance came alight. Thinking it was some sort of town or another ori child using their firework staff, they hurriedly traveled towards it, only to find....a ship set ablaze.

• Watcher slowly slouched down on the boat as the roars of the flame drowned out the sea waves. They felt hopeless that they couldn't find another skykid on the first night, they could only stare at the fire. But then, something clawing on their boat snapped them out of their gaze. Slowly, Watcher looked over, fearing to find another dreadful creature and found...oh. It's a human trying to get on the boat, but they're too weak. Thank goodness.....

• "WAIT THAT'S A HUMAN!" Watcher cried out as they quickly grab the man and carried him over on the boat and hurriedly rowed away from the ship. Is he dead? Perhaps they could still save him! Maybe they still had some spells that could be of use? But the only ones they have are prop spells! A groan and some coughs erupted from the man, causing Watcher to stop rummaging and stare at him. Is he...alive? They aren't sure. They slowly shuffle towards him with the lamp and stare at his face. He doesn't seem to have any facial injuries, but his arm is badly wounded. The mans eyes slowly opens, but he still seems to be drowsy and exhausted. "Who....are you?" He croaked out. Watcher shifted uncomfortably before saying "I am called The Afternoon Watcher. Don't be afraid! I'm here to help you." They said, their voice softer then normal, not use to speaking after not interacting with anyone for some time.

• The man only blinked before drifting off to sleep again. Watcher had never heard nor seen a human, so this entire situation was something new to them. They formed a plan to bring the human back to his kind. Maybe they could find a nearby island or a seaside town to drop him off?

• After patching up the humans arm using their knowledge from their travels, Watcher traveled the entire night searching for a town and using the stars as a guide. Eventually when dawn broke, Watcher found a seaside town in the distance. The man was still unconscious, but it seems like he was breathing normally. As they neared the town, they tried to gently carried him on the docks (Keyword: Gently. Humans are incredibly heavy for an ori child. Watcher could only manage to get the man on the docks before almost passing out from the task) before climbing back on their boat and traveling away. They don't want to bother the humans, but they felt this was the only way they could save him.

• As the sun rose from the horizon, Watcher thought how much has happened in such a short amount of time on their first day here. Perhaps they misjudged this kingdom for being peaceful. As they put out their lamp, they stared at the distant clouds, wondering where they would take them again.

Additional headcannons:

• Turns out saving a sailor from a burning ship can spring up quite a few legends. Watcher somehow became the first legendary skykid among sailors called "The Watcher". The legend goes: If your ship has sank and none of your crew are left, a being cloaked in orange with hair as white as night, who glows on the darkest of nights and who carries a lamp filled with fireflies would save you and use their boat to guide you back home. Although the details are a bit overblown, Watcher can't help but nervously chuckle when the legend comes up.

• Uses their boat to help moths cross the seas if they were injured. They would often tell them stories as they travel

• If Watcher managed to find an island at night, they'll light up their bonfire and sometimes interesting people would find their way to them.

• Turns out there's lots of lost spirits out on the seas, so Watcher frequents the kingdom a lot.

Pending for decommission or just simply [Out of Order]?