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Hello...how do I start writing this, I never thought I would find any sort of transportation rainbow....I guess a introduction...
My name is Nite and I’m not a good Indigo Sprite.
I didn’t mean to be bad on purpose, oh how do I try. Now everything is falling apart, and now everything is frightening and...oh why haven’t I been eaten yet or starved?
What’s a Sprite you might ask?
Sprites exist throughout the universe, we are one of the oldest alien races in existence. I don’t know much about gem sprites, magic sprites, elemental sprites, etc, but I know I am a colour Sprite. We, the colour sprites, come in different colours and we are the ones who mine the colour caves of rainbow land, a hidden country on the planet of Chroma, for colour crystals. The colour crystals are then used by the colour kids, 7 immortal eternally youthful southern Chromans, to spread colour across the universe. There is many sorts of colour sprites, for every type of colour, but some of us are rarer like brown and teal. Indigo sprites, along with looking for Indigo crystals, love to entertain the residents of rainbowland with wonderful plays, musicals, ballet and operas, host by our theatrical colour kid, Indigo Doll(she mostly goes by Indigo since she hates formalities).
Now back to how terrible I am, which I am sure you all are curious about, earthlings. I don’t even know if this message would even reach someone, and maybe I’m just rambling on to myself, oh how useless I am.
I started off in the mines, cozy and quiet they may be, I always found myself at a disadvantage. My antennas never could sense the crystals well, I would always struggle to carry equipment or crystals themselves, and I often get lost deep. The only advantage I have is that I have better eyesight in the dark than the other sprites, even if it doesn’t help me with a habit of getting lost. After I was found crying and shrieking on the bottom of a spring, the other miner sprites agree that maybe this isn’t where I should be. Parodos suggested that I should go to Hammy, Indigo’s personal Sprite, for maybe helping with theatre productions.
Hammy, oh what a character he is...well he was, I do hope he is still alive and is keeping his spirit. He ignored me in my first attempt to ask him about joining the theatre group, deep in a rehearsal. A day after, I tried again, and while he noticed me, he was a bit cranky that I interfered with him while “in the zone”. Indigo thankfully was there to talk him into going back into reality.Afterwards, he was like a different Sprite, overly jokey, cheerful and encouraging. We when through all sorts of practices to see what I’m good at. I tend to easily be tangled by dance moves, I lost my voice when attempting to sing, when into a blubbering mess when trying to follow basic instructions to say some lines. They did found two things I’m good at....lightening and painting. I collect candles, energy balls and electric generators from Shy Violet to play with shades and brightness for lights, and while I’m not the best painter, I can blend colours very well and place them right in a outline for a background. So I end up hanging out with more orange and violet sprites who would often assist than my own race. I didn’t mind that much, I don’t really socialise much either...which is another weird thing about me. While every indigo Sprite is different, we all share one of two traits or both, we are emotional and loud. Well, I am emotional, so I at least I have that trait, but I hate being loud or loud things in general. When I hear loud sounds, it would haunt me all day, being all jumpy and paranoid. Sometimes I wonder if something stain my wool as a baby, and I’m actually a dull violet Sprite all this time.
So for many years I quietly painted and monitored backstage, staying out of the spotlight as much as I can and hope I can keep out of everyone’s way. While some sprites like Audition and Sonata try to get me out of my bubble, wanting to get me out of my shyness, I would prefer being alone to my own devices.
Things were so quiet and peaceful before that day. The day when the monsters came, the darkness, the drainage of colour.
It came all at once, while I was sleeping in my house. I could still feel my head aching from slipping out of bed by the screams,inhumane sounds and loud banging. Confused and dazed, I when to the door, only for my arm to be grabbed and dragged away by Sonata. Everything when into a blur there, and I was just screaming. I am sorry earthlings but I don’t remember much, I remember beams of colour, horrible monsters that I am still not used to seeing and debris falling all over...though, I kept my eyes shut most of the time until I felt her grip go away, leaving me to fall on my face. She was being taken by a bat-like creature with one eye, Falcon like claws and a huge haunting grin. I could only look up, staring in a petrified state as she shouted “Find the Light Guardian! Find the Sphere or Light! Find the Colour Belt, NITEEEE!”. I ran then like a baby, crying my eyes out as I hide deep in a trunk on the orange side of Rainbow land .
Soon as the colour faded away and the monsters took over, I lost all track of time. Every so often I hide from the monsters with their nasty teeth and sharp claws and....oh dear, I am getting myself worked up. I don’t know how long it had been, it’s always seems to be cloudy or night here now, without a trace of our stars. I don’t know what I can say to convince anyone outside of Rainbowland to become our colour guardian, whatever that means. I would understand if this gets ignored....but please, if you can, please help?
Well, thank you for your time anyway, goodbye from Nite....no that’s odd, I should say, just goodbye, oh dear...bye bye!