#THE HOLY ISLE 💎

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The art for this chapter has nothing to do with the chapter I just thought it would be funny

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Chapter 2

Word count 1040

Kidd stood outside the temple, the cool air brushing against them as the sun began to set, watching as Lambert handed out new clothing to followers young and old,

“I will be on the way home once this dinner is finished, promise.” Kidd mumbled seemingly to themself, the crown moving slightly on his head,

Kidd just sighed, anxiety filling them as Lambert walked towards the temple, five robed figures following behind.

All of them were carrying bowls, the lamb held two in both hands as they walked towards Kidd

“Can you get the door?” Lambert asked, Kidd just nodded, reaching for the handle as they opened the creaky door,

The five in robes sat at a table the lamb magically summoned, setting down the bowls, Lambert summoned a small box.

“Crown in the box, I’ll put mine in there too, no magic at dinner.” Lambert hummed, Kidd just shrugged, placing the crown in it as it gave him a more than displeased look.

Lamb took the two crowns and put them in another room in the temple, closing the door and locking it.

“There.” Lambert sighed, “Hoods off everyone.”

One by one, each of the bishops removed their hoods,

“Guh. Why did we have to wear these stupid things!” Leshy huffed, untangling his antlers from the holes in the hood,

“Because someone’s little friend doesn't seem to like us very much…” Narinder mumbled before Shamura promptly smacked his back.

“Dont speak rudely of our guest or their friend Brother.” Shamura hummed,

Heket just munched away at the food, not even engaged in conversation in the slightest sense.

“...Why are we here exactly?” Kallamar asked, crossing his arms as he sat

“We will get to that after everyone eats.” Lambert hummed, sitting down and pulling a chair out for Kidd

“Well I am not hungry, Lamb.” Narinder spoke, glaring at Kidd,

“I’ll… I’ll eat it.” Heket coughed, her bowl already empty, licked clean even

“Heket you fat fuck.” Leshy coughed, acting like he didn't say anything.

“I’m gonna… throw you…” Heket grumbled as Narinder passed his bowl off to her, Kidd just held back a laugh.

Shamura sighed, taking a few bites of their food as Lambert huffed.

“No throwing each other at dinner.” He spoke, Lambert’s face in his own hands.

“Lamb, you're no fun.” Leshy huffed, pouting as they crossed their arms, tossing the bowl of food in their mouth, eating the whole lot.

Bowl included.

“...And you called me… fat.” Heket mumbled, Leshy just scoffed,

“God I am so happy they aren't like this.” Kidd mumbled, getting raised brows from everyone,

the room was silent for a few moments,

“...Well, everyone is just about done? Right?” Lambert hummed, cleaning up the remaining bowls,

Kidd stood up, brushing themself off,

“Okay so… I was hoping I could get you guys to come with me soon.” Kidd spoke,

“To The Holy Isle.”

“...Like some sort of pilgrimage?” Shamura asked, raising a brow,

“Well- Mostly because I need some questions answered.” Kidd admitted, “All of the gods there seem to… have a…” Kidd spoke, trying to find the right words in his head

“Vendetta, against you all, even you Lamb.” Kidd look around, the bishops raised their brows and looked at eachother,

“Well why’s that?” Lambert asked

“I… have no idea.” Kidd sighed, taking a deep breath,

“Yet you want to bring us… why?” Shamura spoke, standing up,

“I was hoping you guys could come and settle things,” Kidd shrugged, “She said what happened was thousands of years ago… I thought maybe if I could prove you guys have changed…”

“She won't have to watch my every move here.” Kidd mumbled,

“She… watches everything you do here?” Leshy asked, “She sounds worse than Shamura.” Leshy whispered as Shamura groaned,

Kidd just huffed,

“How hasn't she recognized any of us?” Narinder asked, his ear twitching.

“I may or may not have convinced all of them you guys were dead…?” Kidd shuddered, “Besides she says it's been thousands of years since she's last seen you all!"

“...” Narinder groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose,

“Who do you even work for?” Narinder asked,

“...We all call her The One Who Remains.” Kidd spoke, “I’m… not exactly allowed to call any of them by their real names.” Kidd hummed,

“Hmph…” Narinder huffed “What do we get out of coming?” Narinder grinned.

“Well… uh…” Kidd mumbled, a little confused.

“You get information, what do we get?” Leshy joined in, grinning

“If I get the information I need, anything you want that Madame can give.”

All the bishops looked at eachother, raising a brow as Narinder and Leshy laughed,

“I highly doubt she can give me what I want.” Narinder smiled, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

“If she can't, her siblings can.” Kidd retorted, “I promise you that.”

“Well, what about me?” Lambert asked, pointing to himself

“Well, I’ll tell you this.” Kidd turned to face Lambert,

“Ever since the word of the Lamb massacre began, she vowed to protect any flock she came across.” Kidd sighed, “Albeit few made it there.”

Lambert's eyes widened, “Are… you being serious?” they asked,

“I promise you.” Kidd sighed,

Narinder raised a brow, “Why would she do such a thing?”

Kidd just rolled his eyes, “She believes no life should be sent to waste, each one important in its own way.”

Everyone was silent for a while, the wind whistling against the temples thin walls as Lambert spoke up,

“What’s the plan?” Lambert spoke,

Kidd smiled, “Simple.” they spoke,

“You all, wear robes and all, same as today.” Kidd hummed,

“Walk north until you spy a broken bridge marked with blue paint, I will meet you on the other side.”

Leshy just groaned at Kidd’s words, “Why do we have to wear these stupid robes!”

“Because, you don't know who could be watching.” Kidd spoke, Lamb motioned for everyone to put the hoods back up as they went to retrieve the crowns,

“Thank you for the food, friend.” Kidd spoke as Lambert handed the crown to him, the crown’s single teal eye staring into his own.

“Hope to see you soon.” Lambert spoke, watching as Kidd walked out into the night, fading away with the wind.

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Chapter 3

Word count 2692

Warnings Blood & gore mentions (briefly also lamb looses his head for a moment)

It was early in the morning, having been walking for what felt like days, Lambert sighed as the bishops followed behind them.

“Are we there yet?” Leshy asked for the ninth time,

“Nope….” Heket coughed,

Leshy just groaned, the trees slowly beginning to part from one another, the daylight peaking between tree bark

“We’ve gone through Darkwood, Anura, Anchordeep… how much longer until we get to this forsaken bridge…” Narinder groaned, Shamura just shrugged

“I don't ever remember a bridge being this way…” Shamura hummed, a brow raised

“It’s too bright.” Narinder huffed, adjusting the veil they wore under the hood,

“You’ll live.” Leshy spoke, walking directly into a tree

Narinder laughed and Lambert just groaned

“Stop laughing! that hurt!” Leshy huffed, hand grabbing at his own face,

“You’ll live.” Narinder chuckled as they continued walking

The wind was cool and the sun bright, a perfect morning as usual.

Lambert stopped dead in his track, squinting forward, putting a hand out in front of Narinder since he was directly in front of the cat.

“...What is…?” Heket murmured, grabbing Leshy by the scruff of his neck.

“Looks like a pole.” Kallamar hummed, unamused

Lambert walked forward, out of the shade of the tree’s examining the pole,

The only thing ahead of them was the ocean, standing on a large cliff with death beneath them.

“...huh…” Narinder raised a brow, peaking over the cliff, grabbing what remained of a rope, knots tied in it with pieces of wood hanging off,

the rope itself was coated in a patchy blue substance, worn away with time.

“...How are we supposed to cross that?” Lambert wondered aloud,

Shamura hummed, “Unsure…” Placing their hand on the side of the remaining pole

A chorus sang aloud, the winds howling along

“Everyone step back!” Lambert spoke, pushing everyone back, running back into the shaded safety of the trees as a blue light shone through, expanding and twisting into a large swirling sphere,

a large stick came through from the otherside,

“Everyone grab on!” shouted a familiar voice,

Lambert grabbed on to the stick, reaching out for the bishops as they all practically formed a rope, hands held as the stick dragged them through the portal

they all landed on the cold hard ground with an “OOMPH!”

Lamb shook his head from side to side, helping everyone pick themselves up

Kidd stood up, laughing at the group as he dusted himself off

“Told ya I’d meet y’all on the other side.” Kidd smiled,

Lambert looked behind himself, the waves crashing below, that same broken bridge… just this time marked in red, the sun setting off in the distance.”

“...Huh.” Narinder spoke, wiping the dirt and dust off of his white robes.

“I don't think I’ve seen a place like this before…?” Shamura hummed, looking around.

Kidd climbed on top of the pole, “Welcome one and all to The Holy Isle!” They spoke, waving their hands outward, their crown nowhere to be seen.

“Wait… where's your crown?” Lambert pointed to Kidd’s baren head.

“Oooh, I had to leave it with Madame, which is also why I could only meet you guys halfway.”

“Oh? Wait how does you only meeting us halfway have to-” Lambert spoke as Kidd just groaned, bending forward,

to the shock of the other’s, his torso slid from off of his spine, different organs hanging out of the holes between his body.

“That is why.” Kid coughed, using his hands to stand up as his lower half jumped off the pole, bending over to pick the rest of him back up.

“Let me just make sure everything is in order-” Kidd spoke, Kallamar just gagged,

“Yup, all goo- is he okay?” Kidd asked, pointing as Kallamar just ran off,

“...He gets sick easily.” Lamb shrugged,

“You should totally do that again when he comes back.” Narinder grinned,

“...Sometimes I remember there is something seriously wrong with you.” Kidd huffed, looking at Narinder.

Before anyone could say a thing, giggles rang out from every direction, Kallamar walking back to the group by now,

Kidd just groaned, a blade hurled towards him as he ducked, instead catching it’s way through the Lamb’s neck, head falling off cleanly as the giggles quickly stopped,

“Ooooh, She’s gonna be mad at you~” Kidd giggled, picking up Lambert’s head and putting it back on his shoulders,

Lambert mumbled a thank you as Kidd stared off into the dark woods, two pairs of eyes gleaming between the shadows of leaves.

“You need to work on your aim.” Narinder spoke bluntly, Lambert just scoffed.

“Brother, promise not to tell!” One of the voices called out, soft like the grass beneath everyone’s feet.

Kidd just groaned, “Both of you, out here now.” speaking in a serious tone.

Two figures jumped out of the trees, kits barely smaller than the lamb that stood in front of them,

One had a flower for an eye, a white and blue robe,

The other only had a large scar in place of their eye, wearing a black and blue robe instead

“Lambert and co. meet Maria and Olavi.” Kidd spoke, “Maria is the one in the white, Olavi in the black.” Kidd huffed,

Lambert waved at the two, Maria just smiled, waving back as Olavi scoffed at the lamb.

“Hm…” Narinder hummed, raising a brow at the duo, a familiar sense in his mind.

“You two, I will promise not to tell Madame what you did, under two conditions.” Kidd spoke, bending to the two’s height as best he could.

“Yes sir!”

“Fine.” the duo chimed

“Don't tell her I brought friends here, and two, take us to The Feaster.” Kidd hummed, standing up straight.

“Deal!” Maria shook on it without another word, causing her sister to just look at her like the idiot she was.

“Who’s… The Feaster?” Heket asked,

“Madame’s youngest sibling, the one who will be most likely able to get all of us in a room together.” Kidd spoke, motioning for everyone to follow after the twin kits.

“He’s also the best cook!” Maria hummed, remembering a meal of old times,

“As well as the stupidest.” Olavi mumbled, “His temple is not far from here.”

The wind was cold, blowing against the grass and trees,

Everything felt so… familiar, yet so different at the same time.

The wet, muddy dirt squashed beneath the groups feet, Narinder held up his robe as not to stain it, the others following suit, except Leshy, he didn't seem to care much

rain began to patter down upon the group, everyone basically running through the mud and rain, Kallamar grabbing Leshy’s hand so he wouldn't be left behind.

What felt like hours passed of running through before a soft golden light could be seen in the distance, fire.

“Come! we are not far!” Maria spoke, running off into the distance with her sister

They eventually caught up to the small kits, who of which knocked on the large stone doors of the temple, deep blue tapestries hanging from the windows, flowing against the storm,

Footsteps approached the door, a deep chuckle responding to conversation.

“Who disturbs?” Spoke the deep voice, the door wide open,

A large toad, the size of a god stood before the group,

“Ah! Sister’s messengers! Come in, come in!” Spoke the toad,

“Actually- Maria and I shall be making our leave.” Olavi spoke, grabbing her sister by the hood,

“Can't even stay for a snack?” The toad rose a brow, the three pointed crown atop his head mimicking the expression,

“No sir…” Maria sighed, “She is expecting us home I believe.”

“Ah… well tell her I said hello!” The toad croaked, motioning for the others to come inside.

“Ahh… so warm.” Leshy murmured,

The toad closed the door behind them, walking into a seperate room, “Come on guys.” Kidd spoke, signaling for them all to follow the toad.

Heket just hummed, amused by the large toad’s hospitality.

“Now, Sister’s messenger, why are thoust here?” Spoke the toad, eyeballing the lamb with curiosity, “Why haven't this one been brought to Sister’s Haven?” He spoke, raising a brow and pointing to Lambert,

Kidd bowed to the large toad,

“Great Feaster, we wish to hold a feast.” Kidd hummed, the toad just chuckled, “For why little goat?”

“To settle a holy feud.” Kidd admitted, a nervous look on their face.

The toad just laughed, “Truly that?” They smirked, “A cruel fate for you friend.” He stood, “I will inform her of your foolishness.”

Lambert sighed, clearing his throat, “Dearest feaster!” Lambert spoke up, the toad raising a brow to the small creature, “Mortal Lamb… cease this noise.” The toad rolled his eyes.

“I am no mortal.” Lambert spoke, voice blunt as the Toad raised a brow,

“A god divine such as yourself should recognize a crown when seen, should they not?” Lambert spoke, narrowing their eyes as the Toad gasped,

“...The red crown!?” They pointed, “Truly they are gone… aren't they?” He sighed, looking at the small lamb before him, silence filled the room louder than words

“...what of Bishop Heket?” He asked bluntly, a simple question.

“Hm?” Lamber raised a brow, “What of her is important to you?”

The toad sighed, crouching before the table the group stood on,

“She an olden friend of mine, too long since we shared a good wine.” He spoke,

Heket just coughed softly, tapping her foot against the flooring as Lambert and Kidd shared a glance,

Lambert looked to Heket, nodding to her as the toad raised a brow,

Heket stepped forward, standing beside the two, removing her hood slowly before looking up to the large toad, his eyes wide as he stared.

Heket coughed slightly, her voice hoarse, “Hello…. Barley….”

Barley squealed like an excited pig, staring at his friend once more,

“Truly that isn't you?!” He smiled, “You are but the size of a baby now!” Heket just laughed at his words.

“Rest of ye, remove thy hoods, I believe to know whomst the rest are!” Barley shouted, his eyes twinkling with anticipation as the rest removed their hoods, Narinder letting out a small hiss at the sight of how bright the room was.

“The old faith!” He squealed once more, “Child you little liar!” Barley spoke in a playful tone, “They are not dead! they are in front of mine eyes!”

“We… ahem.” Heket coughed, Barley raised a brow,

“Hold, allow me to get a refreshment.” Barley ran off, cape flowing behind him.

“Drinking buddies eh?” Narinder chuckled, Heket just nodded,

“Good wine…. good friend…”

“I wasn't expecting this lot to still be around…” Narinder hummed, a smile on his face that Lamb pointed at,

“Oooh! someone's happy!” He joked, Narinder scoffed,

Barley returned, holding a glass of red wine in hand, handing it to Heket,

“Thank thy sister Eltha for the gift, should fix thy cough up for a while.” Barley spoke,

Heket chugged the whole cup, coughing slightly as she took a deep breath.

“Bleugh…. tastes like syrup.” She mumbled, the others shocked, herself included, grasping her mouth in surprise.

“Well- about that feast…” Heket hummed, looking up to Barley.

“Ooh! Yes oh yes!” He clapped like an excited child, “A dinner with friends!” He smiled.

“You all, Ethla and I!”

Kidd just sighed, “Great Feaster, all of you must be present.”

“Oh…” Barley huffed, a frown on his face

“Will that be an issue?” Heket asked, raising a brow as she looked at the blue toad.

“Perhaps… see Eltha and I share no grievances with you lot…” Barley began, “Alora and Persephone… to say minimum wish to see your heads in my next stew.” He huffed,

“...and what of life?” Narinder asked, raising a brow,

“She… has nay been seen since that day, by me at least.” Barley hummed, a soft look in his eyes,

“Since what day?” Shamura asked, Narinder frowned, a confused look in his eyes as well

“The day deemed as ‘The day Death no longer wished to wait’.” Kidd spoke, glaring at Narinder,

Everyone fell silent as Barley nodded, wiping his eyes, “Only the infant messenger appears now…” He spoke, motioning to Kidd, getting a shocked expression out of Narinder

Heket just glared at her brother, “How many lives did you ruin that day brother?” She hummed,

Narinder just growled, turning his gaze to his sister, clenching his fists as he stared at Heket,

"I KNOW I DID NOT DO ANYTHING TO HER!" Narinder shouted, thrusting his arms out to the side, scaring everyone just a tad

Heket just rolled her eyes, “Sure.” She mumbled,

Narinder went to argue, Lambert just silenced him with a snap of his fingers.

“The two of you, now is not the time.” Lambert sighed, looking up to Barley, “Feaster, would it be possible to have a feast at her temple?” Lambert hummed,

Barley thought about it for a moment, “Come.” He spoke, motioning for them all to follow

They all walked into a large room, a brazier in the middle, “Find somewhere to sit.”

Barley stood opposite to the group, the brazier in front of him and in between him and the others.

“She who guides the lost, brings light to the dark and creation owes her their lives, speak to me dear sister.” He chanted softly, the brazier lighting a teal flame, slowly shaping into the figure of a cat… similar to that of Narinder.

“Dear sister!” Barley spoke, excitement in his voice, “it is good to speak to you yet again!”

“What do you want?” She spoke, her voice uncaring and uninterested in the small talk.

“I was wondering… mayhaps we could have a feast in your tem-”

“No.” The ethereal voice spoke, “I care not for such… silly things anymore, I thought you got that through your ever thickening skull?” the head of the teal flame tilted, Narinder raised a brow, mumbling to himself

“Ah-! but- Sister dear!” Barley spoke, coughing slightly, “The vessel of the red crown wishes to speak with you, in person!”

“You DARE suggest I allow a heretic of the old faith into my home?!” The voice from the flame shouted,

“No- No!” Barley sighed, “He is but a wee lamb! A friend of your messenger!”

There was silence, not a word.

the head of the flame seemingly looking off to the side as a loud sigh rang through the room,

“and she called me stupid for believing a silly prophecy…” The voice on the other end laughed,

“Bring me the lamb, I have been waiting for a conversation with his vessel.”

“Yes sister.” Barley spoke, grabbing a stool for the lamb so he could reach the brazier,

The lamb took a deep breath, stepping up to the brazier, all hope in his heart sinking as the flame merely laughed at him,

“Truly? You are the sacrificial lamb turned infant god?” The flame smiled, “Why is it you wish to speak with life herself.”

Lambert took a deep breath, “I wish to settle this feud between The Holy Isle and The Old Faith.”

The flame just laughed at him, “Ohoho! Ohhh boy… That just made my day!” She laughed, Lambert frowning,

“Tell me child, was this your idea or Kidd’s?” She hummed, the figure’s head tilting once more,

“Both of ours.” Lambert spoke truthfully, hands held behind their back.

“You knew him, did you not?” The figure shifted slightly, closer to the lamb now, Lambert raised a brow, confused,

“...Who?” Lambert asked, tilting his head slightly,

“The original bearer of that crown you now wear upon your brow, How are they?”

“Uh…” Lambert mumbled, glancing to Narinder

“I was told he had died, by your hand none the less… if you can prove otherwise, I will consider your sweet little settlement.” She spoke, voice echoing through the room,

“DEAL!” Lambert spoke, holding a hand to the fire before quickly withdrawing it, “Whoops… can’t exactly shake hands with fire…” Lambert chuckled nervously, getting a laugh out of the flames, “Child… stand back a bit.” She spoke

Lambert scooted the stool back a few inches, watching as a hand made of ivory colored bones reached out, getting a gasp out of almost everyone in the room,

“Let’s shake on it.”

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Chapter One

Warnings, Blood mentions,

Word count : 1321

A whirring noise hummed through the trees at the lamb rushed past, running through Silk Cradle from a large spider, clutching their arm as they heaved, their legs aching as they ran

Normally the lamb could easily vanquish such a foe, but now? Absolutely not

the spider sprayed acid around the ground in front of the smaller lamb, stopping them in their tracks as the creature cornered them, others following suit

The lamb took a deep breath, closing their eyes as leaves rustled, the wind howling through the area as footsteps approached,

louder, and louder they got before screams rang out amongst the arachnids,

the lamb slowly opened their eyes, wincing before letting out a sigh,

“You always show up at the perfect time…” The lamb sighed, a chuckle rumbling ahead of them, as an ax wielding goat stood before them, wearing a light blue poncho in contrast to the lamb’s red one,

“At least yaint dead Lambert.” The voice spoke, a slight accent to it with a smile.

“What can I say? Wouldn't be the first time.” Lambert hummed, wiping the dirt and blood off,

The two were silent for a few moments before giggles rang out of their mouths,

“What’re you even doing out here?” The goat hummed, the ax slowly fading back into a small crown on top of their head,

“Gathering silk, we’re all out back at the cult.” Lambert spoke bluntly, summoning a large back, “I was just on my way back home actually… before all that.” Lambert huffed,

“Mind if I come along?” The goat asked, the small teal eye of the crown atop his head stared down at the lamb

“Uh… sure!” Lambert shrugged, holding out their right hand,

The two of them closed their eyes as Lambert chanted softly, the dead, gray grass around the duo lit a flame in a white light, consuming the two of them before it burned away, leaving a black ring in the ground beneath where they once stood.

Now stone laid beneath them, a pentagram drawn in dried blood beneath their feet as lush green grass ran through the area

The goat took in the sights, as Lambert took a breath, “Feels good to be home.” dragging the goat forward as worships greeted their leader,

“Oh by the way… goat?” Lambert hummed, The goat just tilted his head, “What's up?”

“Actually… What do I call you? you never told me your name exactly.”

“You never asked.” The goat sighed

“Oh, well…”

“She normally calls me Kidd, if that helps at all.”

“Who?” Lambert raised a brow,

Kidd just groaned, pointing at the crown upon his head as Lambert just scratched their head, mumbling an apology,

“Uh… Leader?” a small dog follower walked up to the two,

“Yeah? What's wrong Thorm?” Lambert asked, concerned.

“Leshy threw poop at Hans while you were gone.”

“Again? Seriously?!” Lambert groaned, Kidd just put a hand over his mouth, holding back a laugh as best as he could.

“Go ahead and wait for me in the temple. I gotta go put Leshy in jail… again.” Lambert groaned, running off

“Oooh-kay.” Kidd hummed, walking towards the temple, watching the grass beneath his feet move as he walked, the sun beamed down, bright and shining amongst the land.

The door to the temple swung open before Kidd could grab the door’s handle, two small kids running out cackling like witches, one chasing another with a wooden stick, dressed as the Lamb.

“Well that sure says something about this place.” Kidd chuckled, walking into the temple and sitting down on the ledge by the podium.

“Hmph… you would think his chosen vessel would be… better at this whole cult thing.” spoke as the crown flew off of Kidd’s head, judging the temple they stood him,

“Madame, give them a break.” Kidd sighed, watching the crown closely inspect the place, “Lambert is new at this whole cult thing.”

The crown huffed, “Suppose so.” floating back, resting in Kidd’s hands,

“Still, glad to know I’m better than him at raising a leader.” The crown chuckled,

“Madame, what happened to being nice? I thought you were kind to mortals and gods alike?” Kidd teased, chuckling as the crown scoffed,

“Child, if you ever catch me being kind to anyone from The Land of The Old Faith, Behead me.” The crown’s eye closed, the ethereal voice from it huffing,

“Who are you talking to?” a scratchy, deep voice spoke from a dark corner, The crown was quick to shut up as Kidd let out a soft bleat,

A figure in white and red robes stood, face veiled with a dark silky fabric,

“No one of importance to you, Death.” Kidd huffed, placing the crown on their head once more,

“Oh, but I believe it is.” Narinder spoke, crouching down as he stood next to Kidd, “Who is brave enough to bad mouth me, as well as Lambert?”

“Curiosity killed the cat y’know.” Kidd spoke, grinning as they looked at Narinder.

Kidd rolled his eyes as the door to the temple swung open, Lambert groaned, walking in, itching their head,

“Oh, Good to finally see you two getting along!” Lambert smiled, as Narinder stood,

“Guess you could say such, Lamb.” Narinder walked off, leaving the temple.

The Lamb sat in the middle of the floor, tossing the bag of silk on the floor, as well as four needles,

“Why are there so many?” Kidd pointed at the knitting needles on the floor,

“Thought you’d wanna help!” Lambert smiled as Kidd shuffled onto the floor, sitting across from Lambert, picking up two needles.

The two of them sat on the creaky wooden floor, turning silk to fabric, and fabric to carefully woven shirts and robes.

“Sooo…. Kidd, why did you wanna come back here with me?” Lambert hummed, raising a curious brow,

“Well…” Kidd sighed, setting the needles down, taking off his crown and gently placing a few shirts on top of it.

“I… I need to speak with you, Narinder and the Bishops.” Kidd sighed,

“Oh! I could go get them-” Lamb quickly got up as their hand was grabbed by Kidd,

“Later, now is not the best of times.” Kidd spoke, motioning to the crown next to them shaking around under the shirt.

“Oh?” Lambert furrowed their brows sitting back down, “I will be here all night.” Kidd huffed

“I do not want any prying eyes watching.” Kidd huffed, removing the shirt from on top of the crown as it flew back on his head.

“Oh! wait let me go check something.” Lambert hummed, standing up as they ran outside before Goat could ask what.

As the door closed an ethereal voice cracked from the crown once more,

“What was that?” spoke the crown,

“What?” Kidd asked, sewing a shirt together.

“What you did!” The voice cried, “Communication was put on pause and I wish to know why Kidd!”

“Oh bah! I only set the crown down briefly!” Kidd groaned, “Must of been interference again, I am rather far from home, aren't I?”

“...You are correct about that…” The voice mumbled, the crown’s teal eye squinting at the goat, circling around their head, yet Kidd held a carefree expression.

“...The eye of this crown makes you look so much larger than you are.”

“What-?”

“You are so small you could fit in my palms! yet you look grown in the eye of this crown.”

“Madame. I’m not a baby.”

“Yet you still are my little Kidd, are you not?”

Just then, the door to the temple swung open, Lamb stood in the light once more,

“Five!” They chuckled,

“What?”

“Five hours until my disciples and I have dinner, you wanna join us?” Lambert spoke,

The crown’s pupil went up and down in a nodding motion,

“Yeah, sure thing Lambert.” Kidd huffed,

“Good! I’ll make extra food then, for now…” Lambert spoke, sitting back down,

“Let’s finish these clothes.” Lambert smiled.