CY5M

A strange creation from unknown origins, Cy is an anomaly to Everglow. They've also retained all of their memories from the past- however, it's uncertain how credible Cy's memory is. From tales of becoming a chicken, to blowing up a spaceship, to worshipping snails, Cy has... an interesting background.

As of now, though, Cy is just a relaxed farmer. Occasionally, he'll look out for a newbie or guide someone around, but for the most part keeps to himself. It's very unlikely that the semi-isolation will last; Cy has a record of getting involved in some sort of group or nation for the better or worse.

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Creation
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Youth
The kingdom of Mokumia had decided to try and test the waters of creating the perfect species- Ender Dragons. If they could get it down right, perfect guards and weapons of war would guarantee success in nearly any battle if not prevent them out of pure fear of the creatures. Cy-5, as they were labelled, was one of the only subjects that survived initial tests, had above-human intelligence and strength, and obeyed commands by those with End Crystals in a similar fashion to the Ender Dragon controlling Endermen. Cy-5 was not exterminated although they weren't the result they were after, and was raised to become a soldier that could follow every command- listen to the options given and execute it perfectly.

However, it took a controller to get Cy-5 to listen under an End Crystal, and with their remarkable intelligence, it was a wasted opportunity to not train them further and make them one of the several generals. By the time they were about 15, they had been made the head of the battalion, the war general, and one of the king's personal guards when not in duty.

According to Murphy's Law, what will go wrong, can go wrong. And when an enemy army was able to get a hold of the end crystals in possession of Mokumia, destroying them and breaking any leverage over Cy that they had, the creature lashed out and killed the royal family along with several high-class generals and guards.

The kingdom fell, and Cy's story was forgotten over time since many either died, were fatally wounded, or simply never got to spread the word. Meanwhile, for the next couple of hundred years, Cy would settle down in a small cottage in the woods, hiding away from society and taking quite a long nap for roughly 300 years

Liberation
u go in the woods and become a nerd in a cottage and meet a dying dude wow exciting

Pre-Prosperity (Book 1)
Written by Cy.

Prosperity. It all started with two brave people: An Enderian by the name of Proto, and a Slimecican named Merlin. The two wished to form a hotel, where all were welcome, and everyone could stay for a bit before continuing on travels. However, underground was a sort of forge, helping supply both sides in times of war and allowing for a steady flow of profit to come in from different nations. However, was this the life they'd dreamed of and wanted? To simply be an enterprise formed on hatred and battles, with a frail cover of a temporary residence? As time passed, and Colonies begun to develop and form, the idea was tossed around about abandoning the inn in pursuit of something else: a Colony of their own. A place to grow and expand, to be apart of these battles and growth and not just in the sidelines allowing for powers to grow stronger and simply basking in a neutral, safe environment. No, this odd duo wanted to prosper. And that was when the little wisps and ideas slowly formed into Prosperity.

From day one, the reputation carried over from the oh so popular inn's closure, and instantly, the numbers of Prosperity doubled and tripled in mere hours. Within the span of a day and night, the colony had become one of the largest out of many populations, dominating the charts in it's extreme growth.

Over time, the Colony made more alliances with other groups such as the Inchling Empire, Poglantis, Auttumn Land, and a few others. However, the need for more resources and a better income was desired with all of these new friends and foes, and so the Nether Expedition begun. Merlin had taken time away from the colony to explore the local and far lands, to find new ores or rare saddles and golden apples that could provide Prosperity with extra support. Instead of those, Merlin stumbled upon a village. The residents were more than willing to follow back to Prosperity, though the journey was daunting and dangerous. Relaying a message back to Properity, Merlin gathered some of the residents, Amp and some others, to prepare and pave a route through the nether.

The strange thing of this firey hell was that not only did time seem to pass faster with the lack of a day and night cycle, but travel was quicker. At the cost of possibly your life or falling into oceans of lava, you could make a month's travel into a mere week or less. So, the small cluster of mixed Origins oh so cautiously brought the villagers through the landscape, nearly being mobbed by Piglins or shot by Forest skeletons.

Henry Le Bibliothèquaire was the great translator of this action. See, the majority of people cannot speak Villager, and vise-versa. However, Henry had learned from a young age the different tongues, and the secret talent came to great use when explaining the plan to his village.

After the Nether Expedition, things were relatively calm for Prosperity. That was, until another threat had sprung up. Helheim, a colony made of those with no regards for the Dragon, nor those who may aim to protect her and feel some sort of bond to the creature like Enderians, attempted to kill her. However, their success was short; They had not considered that She had more than one life. Much like humans or Origins, the Dragon would be able to respawn with ease. Attacking the tired and worn group, She sealed off the End from futher interaction and the safety of Her people.

Four colonies, the Oozelings, Prosperity, Auttumn Land, and Linera formed a Union dubbed "G4", boycotting all further interaction with Helheim for their crimes against the End, Enderians, and threatening the balance of the world itself for their own selfish advantages.

Authors note: Unfortunately, or fortunately, we shall never know, but I was not a first-hand witness of the creation of Prosperity. This is told from the viewpoint of another source and rewritten by your's truely.

Around the time of the Nether Expedition, more or less, seeing as the Nether simply does not keep track of time as much as the Overworld, I begun my own trip to the surface. The black, glittery stone dubbed Obsidian was commonly used to create these sorts of portals, but without water, there was no way to obtain it from inside of the Nether itself. However, with some wandering, my own (embarassing) deaths and near starvation, Your's Truely was able to find a previously used portal and make my way into the Overworld.

I've heard the stories from relatives, brothers, friends and sisters. Once you step foot into the freezing land, covered in new colors and greens, blue skies and dark days, a tight feeling takes over your body. At first, it feels painful, like you've fallen into lava and the substance is hardening inside of your veins and lungs. You sink to the bottom, slowly decaying into the magma and fading from existence. The feeling slowly fades like the effects of a Wither, but the denseness lingers. Lava no longer stings, instead fills your being with a familiar warmth, and clear, fluid water is easy to travel through above or under. To my surprise, this wasn't common for those in the overworld, where only some species such as Merlings could stay underwater indefinitely! I did not see any more of my kind or Origin, and have only met one other Piglin since I've ventured into the Overworld. However, Jared is a separate story for another time.

I was found by one of these Overworld colonies, similar to a Piglin pack or group. Auttumn Land accepted me with open arms, and was I surprised to see such variety! An Enderian, Phantoms, even an Elytrian! It felt like home, a place to settle, and I gladly helped to build their farms and harvest crops. Even on the occasion, I would get my axe out and in a few swings, build a new house or two for recent settlers.

All good things come to an end.

Fishing for myself was not providing enough to keep me alive. The food they grew and had was inedible for Piglins, and I had to resort to a near semi-cannibalistic state seeing as my form was much more.. Zombified. Mobs became my only source of food when fish were slow, and after some of my ores had vanished, I bid my farewells and left for a new place: Prosperity.

Prosperity
omg baby's first real war crime AND didn't get caught??

Atlas and the Origins of Snurch
today on: me and my friends rebel and go to a floating rock island to party and be communists?

End of Atlas
It was just another typical day for Cy. Pretend to get ready to mine for netherite, chicken out because the nether was terrifying and Cy is not fireproof in any sort of way, and then go instead to travel the thousands of roof portal blocks to spawn in order to build some prime real estate. Yeah, there wasn’t much to do once things got easy, but it didn’t make it any less fun. There was always somewhere to explore, horses to put on roofs, houses to construct. Usually if Cy even just chilled by the shops for long enough one of the Enderpunks would come to say hi and chat.

But today was too quiet. An eerie feeling was in the air, and he could just feel it in their bones. The ground was uneasy, unsteady, and the sky had darkened to a deep sunset color mid-day. Soon the color was masked by gray and brighter, dangerous reds, which led to Atlas panicking.

“Shit-“ There hadn’t even been time to alert the rest of the group as the ground begun to collapse, and the stars that once lined the air started to fall and turn into violent explosives. Cy ran towards the community house, hoping to hide downstairs and see some of her buddies down there.

Claws scraped the trapdoor as it was flung open, slammed down seconds before the roof was caved in and Cy was essentially trapped below. They missed a step, rolling down the spiral and quickly bashed through a wall to try and get deeper from the surface as the noises got closer and the building shifted.

“Pick, pick, I don’t have time for this!!!” His inventory was empty of the tool, and with a groan, claws struck against carefully placed planks to rip them away before plowing through the cobblestone behind. Thankfully, Shulker claws were a bit better at handling the hardness and Cy didn’t have to deal with a broken finger or nail during her escape.

That was the least of the worries though, because as soon as the wall was removed and the mine next to it was exposed, Cy was plunged into darkness and red hot pain as the ground below gave out and into a hard cave floor.

It seemed time was running out as the world ended, and her luck had been pushed too far. Boulders from the ceiling fell and pinned down his legs with a sickening crunch. Cy letting out a screech and desperately trying to rip it off to break free. As soon as they got a grip, and went to flip it off, they looked up to be met with the red and black sky from the hole in the ground, and a flaming star heading his way.

There was a single breath taken. Then the world erupted into blaze and orange heat, fading away into numbness and nothing.

Short tale later written by Cy:

Atlas was paradise- Our paradise. Isolation, trust, and pink trees. Who doesn’t love pink trees?

That was, until the Dragon awoke and the world began to tremble. No matter how hard you hid, how thick the obsidian was around you, there was no point.

It killed and wiped out everything.

I call it The Breaking Point. Does anyone else call it that? I’m not quite sure.

See, when I woke up after respawn, everything was gone. All of my teammates and friends, the Community Home, even Snurch. There was craters all around spawn and the few people I did meet and see didn’t seem all that friendly. No matter what direction you ran, it was someone’s territory and the last thing I’d like to deal with after waking up from the dead was a dispute with someone in full armor over a tree.

So I kept running. I eventually crossed an ocean, nearly starving to death over the lack of food, and then ended up actually being suffocated by someone’s magic when I triggered some sort of trap or something while harvesting watermelons.

Chicken Revolution
guys cy is a chicken

Chicken Destruction
giant chicken wants to kill everything and cy loses it over dirt so guess who nukes a spaceship