The End of Luna

		Deep in the forest near Bandle City, a Yordle, fur as pure white as snow, was out gathering ingredients; mushrooms, exotic plants, that sort of thing. His basket almost full, he'd wipe his forehead at the job well done. “These will do just nicely! I hope they’re happy with these, I have no idea where I even am anymore.” He joked to himself, getting a lighthearted chuckle from himself to calm the fear of being lost. Well, he wasn’t even really that lost, the city was only a good few miles away. Though he did stop to think that he’s not going to be coming this far out any time soon, but it was already getting dark…
Hmm. The darkness is where Nightbloom shows itself, something very hard to find. He’d sigh to himself, knowing the forest gets pretty dangerous at night, but he really wanted that flower. He’d sigh again, except more loud this time, and go deeper into the forest to find that blue-green glow. Stumbling on rocks and twigs, it was getting a bit too dark to really see much, except that glow! He blinks a couple times, did he really find it?
He'd set his basket down and make his way over towards it, the ground down below feeling like nothing but leaves, twigs and rocks. With his eyes going wide, he tripped over a root and stumbled forward, when he heard a splat…
His eyes blinks as he felt everything below his waist be somewhat warm and squishy, and he rubbed his eyes under his glasses, waiting for his night time eyes to kick in, with the flower somewhat helping… He was stuck in…! “A-Ah! Quicksand! All the way out here?!” he yelled, keeping his arms up away from the surface. From the entry, the leaves and sticks wobbled away from him, but when he started sinking… They came closer to his body. Where his body sinks, it dents downward, dragging him down along with leaves and twigs sliding around and down with him. Before he even knew it, his bellybutton sank under the surface.
He thought if he just stayed still, he’d stop sinking. Staying still did keep him from sinking faster, so he decided to not move much at all… He’d look from left to right, ears flicking as he hears and sees nobody. Only thing being heard is the sound of leaves scraping across the surface and the shifting sand take him lower. Before he even knew it, he was chest deep, arms raised. He took a breath as he thought he would find a bottom, which hasn’t come yet. His breathing became heavier as he sank down lower and lower, needing to call for help. “Uhm… I’m sinking over here! If anybody is around, I need help! It’s quicksand!” he pleaded, hearing his voice echo. The silence was scary, the leaves scraping closer to him and a quiet ‘ssssshhhhhh’ was constant, with the sand swallowing him up.
He waited for help, but not seeing or hearing anything, he thought he’d have to yell louder. “QUICKSAND! Please! I might drown!” he yelled, loud enough to make him out of breath… Meanwhile, he sank down to his armpits, and he had to do something. He used his arms to grip at anything on the surface, twigs being the only thing in his grasp. One stick he gripped did have some backing to it, which he tested with a few heavy tugs. His arms being mostly coated in quicksand as his arms slapping on the surface caused it to wobble and wave around. “I… I’m gonna try to get this stick to help me out! My arms might sink under! I’m almost down to my neck in quicksand! Please, anybody?!” he yelled, using both of his arms to tug on the stick… He could only watch as his arms were slowly, slowly, rolled around at the sides by the quicksand. It was if the surface was slightly hardened, and his arms were pushing against a tarp of some kind, until he watched in slight horror as the quicksand slowly rolled around his elbows, filling in around his paws, up along his wrist and up towards his shoulders, which even they started to get the same treatment. He had to act fast, and he put all high might into tugging on the stick under the surface. He didn’t even move a slight amount before he saw the surface near where the stick was wobble upward, then flatten out… The stick broke, and he can’t get his arms or paws out. He blinked a few times in disbelief as he felt the quicksand push up against his shoulders, slowly filling in around near his neck, filling in towards the ends of his shoulders, and with a bubble or two, his shoulders sunk under, leaving two small indents.
Luna was just a head above the surface, full of leaves and twigs, and it was too dark for anybody to even see him despite his pure white fur. He still had to make an attempt, though. With one strong push of his legs he got a small amount of his neck back, enough to yell, “Hello?! Anybody?! I’m about to sink under the quicksand! I… I’m gonna drown!” he yelled, peering his eyes to see the surface, and a couple leaves, grow seconds away from taking his mouth. “N-No! Wait! Quicksand! Help! Quicksand!! QUICKSAND!!! QUIC… HMBLB… Blupblurblsplick…” he was cut off, the quicksand taking his mouth. His eyes looked from left to right, breathing becoming slow and heavy, his breath pushing the leaves away and some grains.
Before he felt like giving up, he flicked his ears, hearing some twigs being broken off in the distance. He quickly tried tilting his head back to yell, “Bllurrblb! Blupbglgllburpbl…” he couldn’t even tilt his head back… The leaves flowing in and tickling his cheeks, he put all his strength in getting one last plea out. “Blllurrblp pwah!” his mouth covered in sticky dark brown quicksand. “Ppbblbl… Aah! Hello?! I’m over here! I’m about to sink under! It’s quicksand and I can’t find a bottom!” he felt his strength leaving him, feeling the surface creep closer to his mouth… “No, please! I’m sinking under this quicksand over here! Quicksand!” he felt the sand start to fill in his open mouth. “Gurglgl… *cough cough* Drowning! Please! QUICKSAND! Quicksand…” he calmed down after not hearing anything but that one twig… Could it have been an animal? “Quick… Sand… Blub… Blurplbl… Glurgpblblglbgp…” he lost all strength, his mouth sinking under, nose going, eyes closing as his glasses got pushed off his face and floated away.
His ears and forehead being the last to go, he was drowning under the surface, as a couple small bubbles come up at first. He was fighting it until the end, but as soon as he stopped fighting, he let his breath out, and went still. From the surface, one could tell when he let go… A flurry of bubbles popped one at a time as his head quickly started sinking under. Forehead sliding under, his ears being filled in, and the area between his ears started filling in with the quicksand, leaves, and twigs. By the time help arrived, all they could see were his fuzzy eartips poking out of the surface, before the quicksand graciously rolled over them, and he completely sank under, leaving behind an indent and two other ones, his head and eartips. The surface stopped moving almost immediately after he sank under, the leaves and sticks flowing towards the indents before stopping, and with one last pop, the surface went totally still, and flattened out. Leaves being brushed away as the Yordle sank under the quicksand and drowned, leaving behind only his dirty glasses.