Hezago was terribly bored. All of his earthly friends were more than likely doing something cheese-related while he was here doing nothing anything related.
So, being bored as frick and having nothing to do other than count the copious amounts of bread he had bought from Paris, he decided that a trip to the moon, or Borealia more specifically, would do.
Hezago shrieked. “ANNABETH WILSON, GET YOUR A-- HERE RIGHT NOW!” He hollered, alerting the sentient AI to his arrival. “Sire, language, please.” Hezago rolled his eyes. “Celestie, does it look like I care about some ‘language’?”
"No, sire, but I highly recommend that-"
“Then Hush," Hezago responded, silencing the robot. Annabeth had come out of one of the many, and I mean many, portals in the area and was failing to hold in her laughter as she walked over to him.
“What is this!?” He exclaimed, Walking down from the diamond teleportation pad in those spectacularly fashionable heels. “I just thought you would look nice in them!” She said, putting on an innocent facade. While saying this, Francis popped up out of seemingly nowhere.
“OMG, Hezago, you are absolutely slaying.” Hezago, who did not at all agree with that statement, retorted. ”Shut your zesty a-- up, Fran." Francis took offence. ”It’s not my fault that you are absolutely slaying that dress, y’know.”
Then a splendidly oiled frying pan came for his face.
Trying to ignore the unconscious Fran on the floor, Annabeth turned towards Hezago. "Well, now that you’re here, parliament wants to see you right about now." Hezago stared at her. “Wearing this!?” He shouted, partially annoying Annabeth. “Well, you kind of have no choice, so..." “Fuck that, I’m not going anywhere with this on.” Hezago said, pouting. "Er, can you at least attend the execution?” Hezago was confused. ”Which one?” he asked, mentally counting the executions he had not attended. “All of them, of course.” She replied, smiling.
Hezago groaned. He still didn't want anyone to see him wearing this, but since they would more than likely die right after, he guessed that could work.
"So... where are the execution chambers again?” Annabeth stared at him.
“The doors. are fucking. Labelled."
“Still, if it’s a thousand and sixty-three doors down, how am I supposed to know where it is?”
“Because it’s right there.”
“Oh. Oh well, just do me a favour and take Francis to the medical centre; he’s bleeding internally.”
Annabeth, alarmed by this, whipped around and picked up Francis as he stirred alive. “Où suis-je…” Francis muttered as Hezago walked off into one of the many portal doors nearby. And with a water-like plop, he was gone.
Hezago appeared in a dungeon-like area that had the stench of sweat and the screams of the rightfully tortured coming from all directions. “Eurgh,” Hezago muttered, unsuccessfully fanning the stench away from him. He cautiously stepped down the stairs, avoiding the cracks in hopes of not falling down them. At the bottom of the stairs was a locked door, but the door opened for him as soon as he wished for entry. The door led into a rather stinky hall, which seemed to not have been cleaned since the last time he was here, which was 2 years ago.
Ew.
Anyway, at the end of the grand and humongous hall stood a very detailed door with a cavity in the lower centre of what seemed to be the top of an umbrella.
“Ohhh,” Hezago said, coming to a realisation. “That’s what it’s for.”
He brought out his wand, and instead of turning into a staff as it would have done near this door, it turned into his umbrella instead. He put the closed umbrella into the cavity, and the door flared up in flames. In a seemingly instantaneous transformation, it had turned into a golden diamond alliteration of itself, with a mural of his mother adorning it. The cave dwelling transformed into a library of sorts before his eyes, killing those who were being tortured in its wake. The hall, with a bit of golden magic, expanded to accommodate another two levels and three sets of connecting tracks. The door from which he had originally come had transformed into a tunnel, and a plume of smoke had come flowing out of it.
And then the Borearcis.
The Borearcis. The very first one that he had built. With a blue sparkle to it, it slowly came chugging out of the tunnel. The train slowly came to a stop in front of him, and to his bewilderment, there his father stood, with his mother in his arms. Hezago didn't know how to react, so he just stood there. His father smiled at him. And then he was gone.
Absolutely gone. Hezago slowly walked up the stairs with a click-clack-click. He stood in front of the control pad and smiled with gratitude.
“Thank You.”
It had truly been a long time since he had seen this train. He had based the locomotive off of the Great Northern Railway 1003 class Stirling Single 4-2-2, but instead of two small wheels, a big wheel, a small wheel, and a tender, he modified it (with magic, of course) to have three small wheels and a big one. He ran his gloved hand through the controls and then randomly stepped off the train. He then headed to the front, levitated himself off of the ground, and took a look into the funnel.
“No stardust," he muttered. “Eh, Fayedust will do.” He set himself down and took and summoned a barrel with water in it. Then, out of nowhere, he combined magnesium, oliperhiviumese, a bottle of hell’s essence, star essence, and the most important of the essences, Gaviesinium essence. He began mixing with his wand by rotating it clockwise, adding an egg, rotating it anticlockwise, and finally, the binding ingredient, Terriaearthiumese.
The solution immediately solidified, and with earth-busting amounts of force, he pulled out his wand from the container, and it instantly turned into a sand-like substance. After getting off of the floor, he enchanted the dust to fly into the funnel of the train, desperately hoping that the dust wouldn't suddenly set itself aflame. Once the solution had flown into the funnel, a blast of fire came spewing out of it and would have more than likely set the entire place ablaze if not for the magic that was apparently protecting it.
With that finally done, Hezago stepped into the cab and pulled the leftmost lever of the train. With that, the train started moving down the central track and entered the tunnel ahead of it. A few seconds later, when the train picked up speed, Hezago found himself in a void of sorts. It looked like outer space, but the edges were somewhat defined. He stepped out into the void and looked around.
Empty.
All except for the golden orb that was floating in the middle of space. Once Hezago noticed it, however,it started to gravitate towards him at a speed that could not even be registered by any speedometer.
So he cast a shield spell to protect himself and the train, and it ricocheted off of the barrier and zoomed across the room, bouncing left and right through the air, and went crashing into the corner of the area. Everything came crashing down like a baseball crashing into a window, but that was the least of Hezago’s problems.
Suddenly having the urge to reach the end of the universe. He quickly climbed onto his train and started pulling levers left and right. With a start, the train started moving, and with another shatter of glass that was more than likely the rails, the train veered off of them and on into space. Hezago looked around frantically. He had apparently forgotten where the hush speed admission lever was, and if he didn't find it before the train reached Jupiter, the train, with him in it, would be swallowed. He started looking around, but then he remembered.
The train no longer used the admission level standard; it used the command level standard.
Apparently, Hezago had forgotten that he changed it. Anyway, at the point in which he realised this, the train was already heading towards Jupiter, and he head on at that.
Disastrous.
With a few switches and a heave, he had gotten the train to start going backwards but had unsuccessfully gotten away from Jupiter. Well, it was about time he ignited the engine into stage two combustion, which was more than dangerous with fayedust, but there was a chance, with this type of train, that activating it would more than likely evaporate the entirety of the universe, which, as you can more than likely guess, was not good. But take chances, make mistakes, and get messy.
And that’s what he did.
With the enchantment of firepower and the pull of a lever, the train shot forward, ignoring the fact that it was set to go backward, straight through Jupiter, just a little over the speed of light, and on into the beyond.
This was not the intended direction, however, but it would more than gladly do. Within what would be 13 minutes and the activation of the stage 3 level combustion, he found himself at the void that was the outermost edge.
He and the train slowly chuffed through to the boundaries between the universes, and what lay were the remains of the planet of Kemiarah. And these remains were not old, but rather, by proof of magic, 2 weeks old.
Oh dear.
At this rate, the entirety of the universe would have evaporated in maybe 25 years or less.
Now that, my friend, was a problem.
Elements, in order of when they're mentioned:
The Element of Magneseum, which is known for its lightness.
The Element of Oliperhiviumese, which is known for its plentiful amount of uses.
The Element of Terriaearthiumese, which is known for its very delicate structure.
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Essences, in order of when they're mentioned:
Hell’s essence:
An essence from the darkest pits of Gloria collected from the blood of the most unholy animals.
Star essence:
The purest of fire collected from Auroriania Milieu.
Gaviesinium essence:
Essence that comes from collecting all rocks in existence and mixing them in a [REDACTEDREDACTEDREDACTEDDREDACTEDDREDACTEDDREDACTEDDREDACTED].
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Televaris Nosivia: A teleportation spell. Allows the user to teleport to a specific coordinate on a different selestial body.
Falaviara: A movement spell. Allows the user to move solid objects from one place to another.
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