2 Chapter 1: Birth By Death

Deep in the crevices of the world, a dim blue light shined fervently upon its surroundings. The light was almost cerulean, belying the tones of a bright sky. That sky was trapped underground, appearing to be germinating as far as it could.

It filled the closed space with a palpable haze, one that washed over the corpses in the room. One hundred assorted human beings laid dormant forevermore, with all sorts of differing getups and outfits. One could see the gleaming bits and pieces that seemed to compose the frames of some, and there were plentiful shades of colors dotted about the fabric of some of the bodies.

However, these colors were dimming. No, it would be unfair to simply leave it as such. The haze that beset the room grew stronger as those colors faded away. The light soon became strong enough to reveal a chunk of sapphire that gleamed with the cerulean haze, the stone stuffed with the colors of an open sky and a deep sea.

However, if one looked closely, one would notice that the stone wasn't empty. Sure enough, there appeared to be something humanoid inside of it, curled up into a ball almost as if it was a baby. The figure appeared childish, somewhere around the ages of 7 and 10, but it could not fully be said to resemble a human. For its skin was as blue as the haze that surrounded it, if not a little paler.

The haze thickened abruptly at this moment as the earth seemed to be pulsing with rage. Tension shook the terrain while cracks formed along the wall. The bodies were pulled into the stone, as if beckoned by a magnetic force. They became mere particles, leaving their now dull and drab clothes behind.

A light the color of a yellow topaz shined from the stone. Two eyes could be seen behind this bright light, while a pair of purple lips seemed to be mumbling softly. The hair of the figure inside the stone floated upwards, the originally black locks revealing a mustard yellow color in their innermost reaches.

As the childish figure stirred in it's apparent slumber, the particles graced upon its previous slate like face. When they deigned to leave the youth, it's face was a perfect facsimile of all the best traits the bodies held prior. Sharp features mixed with delicate bearing gave the kid an almost angelic appearance, though it's eyes were tainted with the visage of a demon. The shifting topaz light arched into crescent moons as the purple lips shifted into a playful smile.

And then, the stone shattered. And the rivers of light contained within started bursting forth, permanently illuminating the room. The child stepped out of the stone and sighed with what appeared to be a hint of satisfaction, breathing the haze in deep. It's lips parted to reveal razor sharp teeth, as the figure shambled over the stone and started crunching on it fervently.

Crunch, crunch, crunch. The sound alone was reminiscent of a horror scene, as the sapphire shards had the texture of meat. Unnaturally blue meat. It would be improper to call them shards at this point, because they closer resembled viscera than anything sharp and rocky. The kid munched with an expression of content.

After finishing its meal, the child has soon become curious of its surroundings. On the rightmost side of its earthen chamber appeared to be cracks that would break into something resembling a passage. It was only a matter of when. The blue haze that lit the room no longer felt fulfilling, but it had considerably lessened due to its consumption earlier. There was nothing interesting in the area…nothing at all…

Oh.

The black patches of cloth and thread soon revealed itself to the child's inquisitive eyes. It reached out, seemingly eager to acquire the textures that laid before it, and yet something else caught its eye. There was something deep, dark, and mysterious in the middle of those scraps…it was shaped like a letter.

As he touched it, pain followed. A sharp sensation wrapped around it's right wrist, before the sensation of loss hit it. It watched as its hand fell to the ground, unable to comprehend the feelings it had. No blood flew from its wound at all, the cut being clean and precise…perhaps it didn't have any blood to offer anyways.

When the hand finally hit the ground, a deep and rich red seeped into the room. The shade of drying blood coagulated in two areas, namely the being's wrist and the being's disconnected hand. A thread materialized directly after, binding itself to the arm stump and the right hand, and then attaching the two together. As they connected and the child had regained the use of their hand, a soft warbling beset it's ears.

>Your Ideal has generated. Ariadne's Thread has been born.

And before the child knew it, there were more words to accompany him after.

>Looking for a starting bridge…possibilities have been found. Ariadne's Thread: Guidance (Lv 1) has autocorrected some potentials. Bridge: Krampus Tailor (Hands) has been generated.

It was a soft, warm voice that transmitted the information into the child's brain. Information pertaining to not only what abilities it had acquired, but something akin to what it had to do next. There was an itch that arose from the fingers of his hand, though the itch spread to the limits of its hand. The pale blue child turned to the black scraps and plucked them up piece by piece, it's purple lips moving all the while.

"Stitching." The voice pleasantly lapped against the walls surrounding the child, the sound gentle and pure. There was a touch of laughter underneath that voice, though there didn't seem much to laugh about.

Black swirls arose from the scraps of cloth its hand gestured towards as they arraigned and arranged along the confines of its body. A pair of shorts fit with suspenders all in the color of black. A prim and proper shirt with vaguely floral patterns as black as the night sky. The child was fully outfitted.

A sound resembling a collapsing wall forced its way into the child's ears. It's topaz eyes shined brightly as the glowed in the slight darkness that had opened before it. With the sense of adventure lighting the flame of curiosity within, the child had stepped through the opening and into an even darker passage.

Plip, plop. Rivulets of liquid dropped rhythmically as the child made its way. Feeling along the cavernous walls with its right hand, it took the time to feel the red thread that bound it's wrist. It wondered why it didn't feel…unnatural. Could this thread now be a part of its body?

It rejoiced at having formed its first question in its lifetime. It skipped along, wondering how many more it would experience. Skipping, skipping, skipping. The soft padding sound of its feet along the rocky floor resembled the guise of a predator hunting for prey.

The hand he had been using to guide its way came to an abrupt stop. The wall in front of it prohibited it from going any further…which made the child sad. The glum expression it wore quickly brightened up though, as if an idea equally luminescent had occurred to it.

"If it blocks the way…can't I just break it down?"