|Chara's POV| |3rd and 1st|

Screaming.

That was the first reaction that spread through the town people as guards ran out to see any injured.

Panic, it was dreadful, it was loud.

And that wasn't exactly what I needed, not with my already coming headache.

A large crater was left in the middle of town, it's soft red-star like glow faded to reveal the ugly crack marks, dark red smoke whisping out.

I looked beside me to see Asriel, mouth hanging open in absolute shock.

Then, hurried footsteps came rushing down the hall, forcing his heels on the floor to act as brakes and rushing, almost falling, into the room was none other than, you've guessed it, ladies and gentlemen it's my dork of a brother, Frisk 'what-ever-his-middle-name-is' Dreemurr.

He put his gloved hand on the door frame trying to catch his breath, soon enough, our parents came along. Queen Toriel, our mom, with her beautiful blonde, almost white, hair braided in the front wearing her signature purple robe with her white pants, her garnet, but very fitting, eyes looked as worried as...well I don't remember, my memory is still hazy from, the incident. Came in first after Frisk had said he was alright, dork I say.

Mom rushed towards us, dad, King Asgore looking just as worried, and most likely stresssed, stood at the door frame, a hand on Frisk's shoulder.

She bombarded us with a mountain of questions, before finally taking a deep breathe and asked an actually understandable question; "Are you two alright?"

"Yes mom." Asriel and I said in Unusion, she looked relived, worried, but relived.

"What was that?" Asriel was the first to ask, gesturing to the crater, which was most likey bigger up close.

"The Unvellianes are still at their war, and the Queen of the Voilihiants magic is already spreading through the lands, meaning destruction will start spreading up until the deadline." Dad replied, Frisk, seemingly finally catched his breath looked up. I could practically see the gears moving in his head.

"But-but it's unfair! We didn't do anything wrong!" Asriel cried, dad looked at him sadly.

"I know Asriel but--"

"Actually, I may have an Idea." Frisk interrupted, and by his smile, this wasn't something mom and dad would like...oh stars.

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"No! Absolutely not!"

"But dad--"

"Frisk, listen to your dad, this is just, too risky, and I do not see a reason why you, or any of you should."

"But mom just listen--"

By that moment, I had already tuned out what they were saying, they've been going on about this for Toby Fox knows how long! We had already moved to the Throne Room when Frisk said he said he had an 'Idea', an idea that our parents thought was absolutely insane.

I glanced out the Throne room, then back at them, Asriel looked tired of it aswell, but still trying to listen to the conversation, dispite looking like he was ready to go deaf.

Eventually, I stood up from my sitting position to exit the room, I wasn't sure where I was going, but I let my legs carry me where they want, my mind wandering.

After a bit of wandering, I noticed the room I was in. Two questions were on my mind. "Had I went in a circle?" And "How did I never notice this room before?"

My first answer to myself was; Probably, since I could still see the Throne Room and I can still hear the shouting, how is Asriel surviving? If I came back and found him on the floor, then I'm not surprised.

Second, well, there were two; maybe it was because I didn't go as much wandering in the castle as Frisk does, or, it was because this placed seemed blocked off. The room was slightky darker and practically radiated magic.

One doorway was on the side, covered with Runes and other languages that seemed to give even me a headache, and that's saying something, I may have slept eight centuries, but I've catched up on the things I've missed, but I definatelty haven't seen these ones. I'll probably look into the older sections of the library to see if there is anything that will match this.

I noticed that the door was slightly opened, curiosity got the best of me and I ended up looking through the small gap. Someone was inside, two people from what I could tell from the voices there were two, but they seemed muffled, as of they were covered in a thick layer of blankets.

I could only get a glimped before one of them moved, from what I could tell they were both males, as one had blonde-- again, almost white hair, he had a rather short frame, about 4'11 (which is his actual height), with his blue robes. from the corner of what I could see there was dark smoke coming from somewhere, before I could see anything else I heard the faint call of my voice.

My eyes widened before going back to where I came from.

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