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| - The Terri Lord known as Agath drained the rest of his glass of water. He slipped off the chair he'd been sitting on, and it instantly exploded in purple smoke, as was usual. Agath thought hard about one word: water. Suddenly, in another explosion of purple smoke, a fountain appeared in front of him with no base. He filled his glass, formed another chair, and returned to his original position. He looked around him, and saw but an endless void. Many had tried to venture out into their unknown fields; but they had found nothing but the same checkered purple and black landscape that was their eternal torture. Many years ago, the great beings had trapped them inside the void, and they destroyed their latest creation; a device that could destroy the entire universe and rebuild it in the user's image. It had almost been complete when the great beings had arrived. They tried to protect their creation, but the great beings were not to be stopped. They used the power triangle to imprison them, which the Terri had invented themselves. It had resulted in their demise. They had been stuck in this void for the many years after that, not knowing what was happening. A few times they got close to escaping, but their plans were foiled. And so to that very day, they had been trapped inside the endless void. Only one had managed to escape their prison, a Terri Power Master, but he had never returned. His name was Poisonot. He looked around as the other Terri mindlessly created random things to entertain themselves. Agath believed most of them were going insane. The void gave them whatever they wanted, but would not let them escape. Agath had done a great many things with it's power, but none of it could compare with freedom. Their size was slowly decreasing. Many Terri wandered off into the void in search of an end, and were lost. Others had gone mad, and went on a rampage, and had to be slain. They could not avoid what would eventually be all their fates: death. All would receive the fate, except one... Poisonot. Agath envied him with all his soul. The one thing he wanted most was to be free, and here his comrade, his friend, had done it in front of their very eyes. Power Masters. Poisonot was the last of their kind. However, there were other ranks. Number one, which formed a great many of their species, was simply called the Terri. They were good fighters, but nothing more. Number two were called the Terri weapons specialists. They knew how to use every weapon the Terri made to their best use. They were the second most dangerous Terri to come in contact with. Number three were called the Terri scientists. They created and tested all the weapons, and were very wise. Number four, what Poisonot was, was the Power Masters. They were very dangerous, but swore an ancient oath to not use their powers unless in time of great need. And Number five, the Terri Lords, had command over all the Terri. However, Agath was the last one alive. He had great power of his own, just under that of a Power Master. However, if a Power Master was close to a Lord, the Lord could take all the power of the Power Master's and add it to his own, send it through his own power, and super charge it, making a Terri Lord over twenty times more powerful than a Power Master. Only the most powerful of beings could stand a chance against that. However, the act would kill the Power Master the Lord had taken the power from. That's why Power Masters obeyed Lords; because they could kill them with a single thought and take their power. Agath smiled. If he ever ran into Poisonot again, that would be his first action. Suddenly, a purple vortex appeared in the purple void, and out came Poisonot. The vortex disappeared, and behind it, a trapdoor closed, and exploded in purple smoke. All the Terri stared at Poisonot. Agath readied himself to kill Poisonot, before he said something. "I'd love to stay and chat" Poisonot said, eyeing Agath warily, "But it's time for me to leave." Posionot formed another vortex infront of their eyes, and jumped in. Agath's mouth dropped. He hadn't even had time to do anything. Years of waiting, and the one chance he'd gotten he'd missed. He told himself what he'd told himself for the past 37,000 years;
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