Universal chaos: it's destiny

It was a sunny summer day, all the puppies were running around and happy. They decided to have a puppyball match. Ryder was the referee and the puppies were the players. As they began to divide into teams, the puppies noticed that one of their friends was missing. — Where’s Marshall? asked Chase. Ryder and Rocky glanced at each other, and Rocky sighed and answered: - Yesterday, on a mission, Marshall accidentally misplaced the clutch and hit my bumper. He apologized, even though there was hardly any damage. But you know he’s not gonna get over it for a while. - So what, we’re gonna play 3 vs 2 now? " Sky asked irritably. Chase was shocked, but he didn’t show it, he just said: - I’ll go get him now,” Chase replied with a smile. Marshall was just sitting in his dark box, covered with a blanket and with his nose buried in his pillow, whimpering softly. — How could I have gotten the clutch wrong? How?! These thoughts caused Marshall to curl up into a ball and quietly began to sob. His tears made the pillow wetter and softer, and the blanket cozier and warmer. It was as if the box itself, and all its contents, were trying to soothe its owner. Marshall carefully pulled his paw out from under the blanket, which began to drive the code lock, to open the small box. And when the last 3 digits were left to drive, there was a knock on the door. - Marshall, open up, it’s me. Marshall quickly deactivated the code of the box and began wiping his wet eyes on a soft toy, then opened the door. When the door opened, a bright, sunny light illuminated the entire booth. It was so bright that Marshall squinted and covered his eyes with his paw. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw his best friend standing in front of him. - Marshall, were you crying?! Chase asked worriedly. - No, I just didn’t sleep well,” Marshall tried to deny it. - Who are you trying to fool? Marshall sighed heavily and asked: - Is something wrong? - Nothing, it’s just that the puppies and I are going to play puppyball, and I don’t have another puppy on my team. Marshall liked to play puppyball, especially if he was on the Racer’s team, but he was in no condition to play right now. I’m going to pass,” Marshall said with a fake smile. Chase didn’t expect that from Marshall, but he knew that the best way to get rid of his moping was to have a little fun. - Come on, it’ll be fun,” Chase said with a smile and a wagging tail. Marshall chuckled a little, and replied: - Okay, give me five minutes. Chase nodded to Marshall, and ran to the field where the game was about to start. Marshall looked disappointedly at the box and ran to the puppies. evening All the puppies were terribly tired, it was a sweaty game. With a score of 25/15, the Chase’s team won. But no one cared who won, everyone was happy to get emotional from this game. Marshall forgot about his guilt and enjoyed this game 100%. Racer was happy to see the smile of the cheerful Dalmatian. The puppies were about to go to bed when suddenly, they saw a blue ray from the forest. - Oh, the Magister is back,” Ryder said with a smile. At that moment a fresh breeze blew on the puppy patrol and a figure in a blue robe, with golden hair and green eyes appeared not far from them. — Hi Pa… — Before he could finish, all 6 puppies jumped on him and knocked him off his feet. - Haha, it’s good to see you all too. Ryder walked over to Magister to give him a helping hand. When the Magister was already standing on his own two, he thanked Ryder for his help. - Master, why are you here today? Ryder asked impatiently. -The thing is, the council of the Universal Chaos has approved the application. One of you will become an ambassador or guardian of this universe. The puppies were excited, their eyes glowing with excitement and desire, but the Magister didn’t see that excitement in Marshall and Chase. -We’ve already made a choice, we’re choosing the Chase,” Ryder said with a smile. The Magister looked at Ryder with incomprehension as the puppies howled happily. - Is there something wrong? - Actually, you’re not the one who decides, not even me - H-how,” Ryder was flabbergasted - The thing is, it’s the soul that chooses. There’s a ritual that allows you to choose the ones you want, and more specifically, it’s based on three criteria. - What criteria? Sky asked. - Past, present and future, but I still have to carve the symbols for the summoning. So you pups can go up to the base for now, Ryder, can you help me? - Sure. In the base. The puppies couldn’t wait for the ritual, all wondering if they had any chance. - Hey Marshall, don’t even think you’re gonna get picked. A clumsy puppy like you would never be trusted with the role of guardian,” Sky said with a chuckle to Marshall. Marshall didn’t say anything, he just lowered his eyes. - Skye, why bring it up again, he did apologize,” Zuma replied. - It’s so easy when you can apologize and that’s it,” Skye said irritated. - Skye, shut up,” Chase answered her with a growl. After that Skye shut up, and a few minutes later the Magister and Ryder came in. - Listen carefully, most importantly don’t be afraid and don’t run away. When my personalities arrange the symbols, it will appear, a blob of magical energy. I hope you all understood and heard me, — the master tried to calm the puppies as much as he could. Everything was ready, the ritual was about to begin, but Ryder asked the Racer to get out of formation and step into the center. It didn’t hurt the pups much, they already knew that he should be the keeper. The ritual began and a small flying substance formed, pale blue in color and with silver eyes. It approached Chase, who in turn felt warmth and safety from the creature. The light grew brighter and brighter with each passing second, but suddenly its gaze shifted to Marshall. Everyone had no doubt that the Chase would become the Keeper, even the Magister began to chew on his apple, knowing the outcome. But suddenly, like lightning in a clear sky, the flame moved to Marshall. It was so sudden that even the Magister choked on the apple, and Marshall flinched. The essence began to take on a new color, growing redder and bigger with each passing second. Marshall didn’t want to be a guardian, he wished that duty had gone to someone else, not him. So he decided to break the ritual, but when he thought about it, he was shackled and trapped in the fire. The Magister couldn’t have predicted this, so he promptly enveloped the fire sphere in frost. Marshall shouted: — I don’t want to be a guardian, I’m not worthy, I… But before he could finish, he found himself in a void. In the center of the room stood a smaller version of Marshall, scared and helpless - Don’t lie to yourself. You need this more than anyone else. After those words, everything instantly quieted down, and Marshall found himself back in the tower. All the puppies hid wherever they could, only Chase asked worriedly: — Marshall, are you okay? - Y-yes. - The guardian has been chosen. The puppies decided not to ask any more questions and just went to sleep. Marshall didn’t consider himself a leader, he considered himself a coward and hollow, he didn’t like fighting and violence, he liked peace and quiet. Before he joined the puppy patrol, he lived in a box in a park in Mistyville. There he was constantly harassed by vicious dogs, they beat him and bullied him out of his helplessness. It was Chase who saved Marshall from that nightmare. - I’m weak,” Marshall said quietly to himself. His paw reached for that box again, but this time, he wouldn’t be prevented from keeping the code. The box contained pictures of the Racer. Marshall looked through those pictures and smiled. But what he needed was what was at the bottom of the box. At the bottom of the box was a blade with dried blood on it. He took the blade in his teeth, and turned over the brush of his right paw. It already had several scars on it. He began to use the blade, causing, new, honored scars to form on his hand. These cuts he made when he felt his weakness. He was in pain, a lot of pain. Tears formed in his eyes, and they flowed, right onto these cuts. — Maybe these cuts will ease my pain,” Marshall said crying to himself.