User:TheFabledPsychic

Fair Warning
Something I would like to point out is: I am related to Sxnny, in fact I am her older sister. If you don't know who she is she basically got banned awhile back, then my parents found out, and she got in even more trouble, recently I joined this wiki as I wanted to see what the buzz was about. So far my sister has never gotten on this account (as far as I know) and I will just be here for the vibes.

If you see me as a threat I completely understand and you can ban me immediately. I do not know why my sister is banned, but I assume she did something increasingly inappropriate, and I intend never to follow her down that path. ANYWAY LETS JUST GO BE HAPPY NOW-

Random Quote of the Month
"Mom I’m gay"

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Inspiration For the Name
Fabled is one of the many characters I have. She is based off a species in Greek mythology daimons, which many think are just the Greek version of Christian demons, but actually they're just pretty neutral people, she is the half-sister of Charon, and is connected to him by their mother, Nyx. She is a "psychic", a but is really more than that. Any time she touches someone she releases a few neurons into their nervous system, they are normally dormant until she focuses in on them, in which case they burst into life and she is able to operate them, there aren't enough neurons to cause a stroke, seizure, etc. but there is enough however, for her to access memories, dreams, and current emotions. I love her so much that I decided to make her my user. The pfp is what she looks like now :DD

Family Tree
(Original Code by Jade)

About Me

 * I'm a sophomore (2021-2022), and skipped a year to get there
 * I play Destiny 2, Journey, Minecraft, Roblox, Splatoon 1-2, Zelda BoTW, and more that I can't think of
 * I am a fraternal twin (@SxnnySxde)
 * I grew up in Canada, then moved to the States when my mom was forced by her job
 * I have written approximately 8 Short Stories, and 2 Fanfics
 * I am an INXP-T which means I am interchangeable between Feeling and Thinking.
 * I have broken my knee before :DD

Wedding Arc
This is my Wedding Arc, I call it an OTP arc, it started during July 18th and has yet to end, currently, Fabled gained two children, two grandchildren, and her spouse. The arc was proposed by Jaderose35 and was declared true by TheFabledPsychic a few minutes afterward. More Added Soon.

Truth for the Silenced Chapter 1
I sit cross-legged on the floor, reading through a detailed book. Quietly flipping through the ripped beige pages.

“Nyxi,” Ali calls from the door and I look up.

“Yeah?” I ask, “I was two meters from you, no need to scream”

He stares back down at me, “I’ve got something for you to do,”

I jump back up, “What is it?” They were already leaving, expecting me to follow.

I stare at the obsidian walls covering the tunnels. “We could do something to brighten the place up,” I grumble, catching up and walking next to Ali.

She reaches out and brushes a translucent hand against the jagged purple ore.

“Maybe we can start with polishing down the obsidian,” he sighs. Her hand going through a large point of onyx rock.

“Not what I was thinking, but pretty much,” I shrug, pulling my wrap further on me, now my hands are covered by it, its a comforting mechanism that I use, most people in the Silenced know this.

“Calm down,” she snorts, “I’m not going to ask you to break into Pandora’s Vault,”

“But I could, you know that right?” I ask.

“I know more than anyone else here,” she says consolingly, turning the corner to the large chamber.

I saw Zehra rearranging the maps in the blue lantern light to show the middle of the known world.

“Took you long enough,” she sighs, her green uneven hair moving around as she looks back down at her work. I look down and reach out at one of the maps, but she squats my hand away and gives me a death glare with her pure ebony eyes (sclera and all) and goes back to it.

“From Azura’s time with the Blood Egg, we can assume that there’s bigger plans, and not a lot of the resources to continue with them, considering the Red Banquet is making everyone stingy of the Egg,” she pauses looking at Ali, then me, “We can also see Halo slowly growing away from the egg and much closer towards. . . freedom, I believe we should call it,”

“What does that have to do with this part of the map?” I ask, pointing at the presentation.

“It's basic briefing,” she rolls her eyes as if I'm supposed to know this. “But besides all of this, We’ve seen things with Beiji’s reports with the animals, my reports in Pandora’s Vault, and the Egg. All the signs. . . are pointing. . . Here,” she drew a small circle around a well-known area in the map.

“The L’Manburg crater?” Ali asks.

“Not the crater, the grid above it,” she used the back of the pen to show me.

“How?” Ali inquires once more.

“Exactly, the Egg is, obviously, everywhere, but since the grid is suspended in the air and there’s not a surface big enough for its vines to crawl up, an operation like that would be too large and out in the open to attempt, and it must be something extremely important if they don’t send their goons after it, you look at the major growth of it in the crater and you can tell that it’s trying to build on itself.

"Now with the animals, Birds are terrified of going up there, and Beiji says that they think it’s like a ‘death trap’, it’s not the most welcoming, but they try and fly around it, touching it is claiming a curse.

"Then, with Pandora’s Vault, sometimes I hear Dream talking to Techno about things when they’re not summoning god, one of them includes the L’Manburg second explosion, specifically the grid,”

“What could be there?” Ali asks.

“So you know how the little dispensers were set there to make Dream’s job easier?” she asks.

“Yes,” Ali says.

“Well he could have left something there, tying this all together, making sense of everything,”

“Like a book?”

“No, like a clue, a trail of breadcrumbs for himself, left for if he ever forgot. . . or if he ever got caught,” I pipe up.

“He’s never been direct, so the first time he is no wonder he isn’t successful,” I remembered watching from a distance as Sam went through the portal to the prison with Dream. “When you assigned me to watch him, when he was building I saw him go around sporadically to five different dispensers, checking and double checking them,”

“That’s why I brought you,” Ali grins, looking back at Zehra, her tawny skin crunched up in a highly miffed face.

I messed with my wrap, getting it around my head and over my mouth, pulling down my black steampunk goggles over my eyes. Ali looks at me as though I said “Let’s jump into a pit of fire!”

“What?” I ask, “Aren’t we going?”

Zehra pauses, “The birds won’t go near it,” she emphasizes, “Philza’s crows, normal birds, et cetera. Whatever’s there, it must be horrible,”

“If it gets dangerous, I can just pull out,” I explain, “I survived years following Dream, I can survive a few minutes on a platform,”

Ali pauses, looking back and forth, the demon and the angel talking on his shoulder, I’m not sure who is who in this instance.

“Alright, go,”