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Flight of the Angels
By Tsuki
“The sounds of war have rung on since the beginning of time. The cries of babes as their mothers are stolen from them. Screams of injustice—silenced, dissipating upon deaf ears. Wails of death shrouded in murmurs of apologies and well-wishes.
Peace… Peace is a thing we’ve all strove for, and were gifted with at one point in time. Peace is the silence before the storm. The brief moments of joy we take such pleasure out of, before we find another problem to fixate on.
So the sounds of war ring on.”
-From the journal of Yuuezalia Jeannine Renali, Seraphian
“Lumisday, 16th day of Diamenti, 6th year of Brittania
6 long years under Brittanian rule is more than enough to make one weary of life. My lord had tried very hard in the beginning to congregate the Serenians in with us Brittanians, but, in the end… It was all for naught. The council is too strong a body of power for even the Emperor to overcome… 4 long years of tyranny. What do those fools think they’re doing? Do they not see how even their own armadas and battalions are losing their loyalties towards them?
Those frustrations aside, a group of rebels attacked the Imperial outpost in which I was stationed today.
It was, for lack of a better word, breathtaking. The way they flew in so quickly and gracefully were something to admire—and their skill! What kind of people have been lying in wait among these Serenians? They took us completely by surprise. There was a couple—of whom I can only describe as the equivalent of our Arch Generals—who blew a good portion of our troops away. One of them—the female, by the twin blades as her choice of weapon—must be an Assassin of some sort. She looked to be a water nymph of sorts with that head of hair—it looked like a light blue sky reflected upon the water’s surface, giving it a silvery sheen. She moved just as fluidly as one would expect someone of her nature to.
Ah… But her partner… His dark features, the look in his eyes as he slaughtered our men…
If she’s an assassin…. He’s something much darker, unspoken of.
And, suddenly, the pair paused, parting like two halves of a great sea to reveal a striking young woman—her figure well-formed and eye candy at best. She seemed to be an out-of-place noble woman at first glance, an oriental fan—most likely from the Eastern country of Seriyu—at hand. She appeared well-to-do and very taken care of, her raven hair cascading down to her hips in gentle, shining waves.
She seemed to be searching for something, and quickly dispatched the 3 men sneaking up on her. That’s when she found me, laying in a pitiful heap outside my hut (after all, I am no real fighter. I’m a cleric, mage and medic at best, and a coward at worst).
The smile she wore as she slinked towards me was stunning.
“You will tell our story.” She told me in honeyed tones, though the belying truth underneath such sugar proved her to be a lioness on the prowl, and I had best obey her if I wanted to be treated nicely.
“You will tell Seren that Annyurissea’s Hope will not fall, and the day they have been waiting for will come.”
Ah! How her treasure-eyes shone with such determination—gold with tiny bits of the rainbow sprinkled around the centers like jewels on top of a pile of coins.
However, the beauty’s words had puzzled me.
There’s a legend amongst the Serenians about a child of the gods, sent down to Gaia to defeat some great unknown evil. Once she had accomplished that task, the gods called her back to Elysium. As her parting words, she promised another like her would come and protect Gaia’s people should another such evil arise, and that she’d watch over them. It’s rumored that, after she spoke these words, 3 pairs of wings burst from her back to carry her home. Since then, birds have been thought of and revered as Anyurrissea’s messengers.
Knowing this, I still can’t help but question the lady’s words, even as my sight of her faded as I fell unconscious—from her hitting the top of my head or some drug slipped into my earlier drink, I know not.
But, as the couple turned, and the lady stood up, I could vaguely see wings sprout from the couple’s backs, and the lady radiated an unearthly glow.
The group must be Seraphs, and it’s lady, Annyurrissea incarnate.”
--From the observations log of Alyx Soui, self-proclaimed “local Imp drunkard and best worthless man in the whole of Brittania.”
Chapter One
To Find What We Need
The heat was nearly unbearable. It always had been, and always would be as long as the dormant volcano their ancestors laid the city down in stayed that way. Long-since-hardened lava lay swirled around the city, warming it. An earthly glow lit up the volcanic walls, highlighting its broken, gaping and jagged opening. A slim crack in the funnel’s side stretched down to touch the ground, making for a nice trail into the outside world.
The once relatively quiet city was alive and bustling—the five airships that came monthly laden with food, people, and other goods were stationed in the lava fields. A bustling market place was centered on them, the crowd roaring with bids, trades, and bargaining. Above the roar, a call for the first flight’s passengers to board. In response to the call, a long line of people moved forward, curling from the market to the airship, their arms laden with goods.
Slipping through the line unnoticed was a slim young boy, looking to be about 15. He weaved through the throng of people gathering before the airship ramp, his metallic silver eyes scanning the crowd.
“What do those Seraphs think they’re doing?!” The older woman before him huffed, shifting the basket she was holding in her hands.
“Ever since they attacked that outpost in Uti, the Imps have done nothing but suspect us…”
“How much longer is this line gunna go on? Damn Imps wasting our time…” The man next to the angry woman muttered, tapping his foot impatiently.
“They take everything from us, and they think they can replace it with airships and material possessions…?”
He passed on through the crowds, majority of them not giving him any mind, thinking of him as a lost child trying to find his mother. He slipped onto the airship, mixed in with a large family, walking right past the airline conductor’s watchful gaze without him drawing so much as a stray glance. Once on the airship, he quickly went and planted himself in an aisle seat. Looking around a bit, he appeared to calm down, sitting properly in his seat and laying his head back onto the headrest, brushing some of his green hair out of his face. Though he appeared calm, he was a bit fidgety, dipping a hand into his pocket and fiddling with something. His mannerisms were quick, impatient, and his eyes darted around from face to face as people walked by him.
As if he was waiting for something...
He took a glance at the girl to his right. Her blonde hair wound over her shoulder, and partially hid her sleeping face. His silver gaze left her without a second glance, seeing as she wasn’t what he’d been searching for. The last call for boarding was announced, the airship ready and rearing to take off, the last of the passengers being let on board. Silence extended over the cabin, quiet murmurs of people talking amongst each other nothing but a soundtrack in the background. Sighing, his head flopped back to land against the headrest, his form screaming dejection. After a lengthy silence, only moments before take off, another passenger climbed aboard, lightly trailing footsteps down the aisle. He peered around the edge of his seat, this passenger in particular catching his eye.
A striking young woman glided down the walkway, the ends of her raven hair brushing across her well-formed hips. She viewed the world through a pair of gold eyes, a pair that could enthrall anyone in their molten sweetness—spiced up with little flecks of color around the pupil.
The stunning young woman sauntered down the aisle, her treasure-eyes lazily flicking from side to side, checking the seat numbers as she went along. Finally, she took a short pause as she reached his row, checking his side first before taking a seat just across the aisle from him. Her honeyed vision traveled all over the plane once more till; finally, it settled on him. He was like a deer caught in the headlights, enraptured by her eyes as she smiled, as though aware of the spell she had put him under. She inclined her head a fraction to him, and then turned her focus away, leaving him feeling as though he’d just jumped off a cliff. He blinked a couple times, caught off-guard by such an uneasy emotion. Shaking it off, he continued to watch her.
Sighing—though whether from reluctance or annoyance, no one could really tell—she clasped her seatbelt on, leaning her head back on the headrest. The engines roared, causing the cabin of the airship to deafen, making the light drumming of her fingers on the armrest to fade away into the background. She abruptly stilled her fingers, glancing over at him again.
“Nervous?” she asked lightly, her tone nearly as warm and light as her eyes.
He continued to stare at her, making it seem as though he couldn’t comprehend her question. Realizing that she has asked him a question and was waiting for an answer, he shook his head.
“Not really. I’m more anxious than anything, I guess.” He responded, trying not to stare at her this time around.
“I see” She acknowledged with a smile, sounding as though she knew his whole dilemma like the back of her hand. “That’s good. These airships can get pretty crazy—you never know what could happen.”
Her smile only got broader at this last sentence, as though she know something he didn’t—a kind of secret only for the exclusive.
He didn’t doubt her in the least.
“I’m ready for anything.”
“That’s the spirit.” She seemed rather proud of him for that.
A few minutes later, the airship still hadn’t taken off. The attention she had given him had drifted away, and directed around the airship again. A light clink drew his attention towards the ramp—which was surprisingly still attached—as the first imperial soldier boarded. There was a small group of them—perhaps 5 or 6—all in tailored red uniforms. A shiny decorative sword hung on their brand new black leather belts, their boots looked stiff and uncomfortable as they marched up the aisle, checking each seat for a suspicious face—albeit lazily, as if they didn’t expect to find anything.
“Looking for more Seraphs.” A grumpy old man behind him muttered, harrumphing before leaning to the side of his seat to fall asleep. The blonde next to him furrowed her brow a tiny bit, shifting to adopt a new, more comfortable position, and continued her nap. The raven haired young woman across the aisle from him looked perfectly calm—perhaps a bit too calm as they passed her by, as though she had been expecting this. Nothing eventful happened until their way back, when a soldier leaned on the seat in front of her.
“Miss, would you please get out of your seat and walk towards the back of the airship? We’re going to have to conduct a search on you.”
She slowly unbuckled her seatbelt, giving him a side-long look as she got up, brushing just the slightest bit against his chest.
The green haired boy watched this, a bit outraged that the soldier was indirectly violating her in this manner, when he finally noticed her full appearance. She wore a red oriental dress, complimenting her greatly, a black phoenix taking flight over her torso. As she turned and walked down the aisle, the long, hip-high slits along the side of the dress came into view, keeping her long legs, encased in thigh-high black stockings, on display. Her undue attention must have been attained by her choice of apparel, he was convinced.
She walked demurely down the aisle, pausing a short ways down. In the blink of an eye, an Imperial soldier—the one that had suggested the search in the first place—had been thrown over her shoulder and skidded on his rump further on down the aisle. The next one in line scrambled to draw his decorative sword out of it’s sheath, and was met by a quick slash to the torso by her oriental-print bladed fan, which had been hanging off the gold and ruby belt everyone had neglected to notice encircled her hips. The rest of the lot—caught by surprise—had to scramble to help each other back up, as she had pushed one into the other and produced a domino effect just in time for her to jump over their heads, her feet using some of their heads and shoulders as a path way to get over them, and raced down the aisle towards the cockpit.
The green haired boy quickly blanketed the sleeping blonde as he witnessed the scene, shooting up from his seat and took from out of his shirt a necklace, a sphere pendant dangling off the chain.
“Leviathan!” He called out as he dashed down the aisle after the young woman, ignoring the soldiers he was stepping over.
“Barriere-Jacke Set Up” The German accent came from the sphere as it flashed a blue color, the light it emitted flowing down the boy’s body to bestow an armor to him—a black muffler and a tight black leather-like material encasing his form. The sphere flashed again and seemed to disassemble itself, a cylinder of light surrounding the parts as it reassembled into a sword, then split into a dagger and short-sword combo. The handles on both were pure blue—the rest of it purplish black. His metallic eyes looked up ahead, spotting the cockpit door closing. Feeling a sense of urgency, he ran a little faster, colliding with the door.
The young woman was just shutting the door when he barged into the cockpit, forcing her to jump out of the way. As he skidded to a halt, she raised an eyebrow at him and slammed the door shut. The pair of them turned to set sights on the pilots, whom looked confused for a split second before leaping out of their seats and diving at them. The young woman stood at the ready, prepared for the upcoming fight when, as they got closer, she did a smooth side-step and swung open the door, their rumps meeting a quick shove of her sandaled feet right into the awaiting soldier mob on the other side of the door.
Closing the door again, she slid into the pilot’s seat, glancing at all the switches before casting him a look.
“Want to fly the ship while I toss off a few soldiers?” Her smile as she said this was so easy and pleasant that one could have thought that she was proposing inviting them over for tea and biscuits rather than throwing them off an aircraft in flight. The boy didn’t appear to mind her manner in the least, and turned towards the door.
“Tch. And let you have all the fun?” The boy held up Leviathan as the revolver inside it began to spin wildly. When it halted to a stop, 5 shells rested inside the blade’s abnormal feature. One was sent forward into the blade, and the revolver turned again, smoke spurring from the top of the sword as it flashed once.
"Flügel-Überlastung" The German accent rang out again, this time from the sword. The boy raised the sword up, pointing it at the soldiers outside of the cockpit. The blade sprouted two small wings, which began to flap chaotically as the blade thrust forward a deadly gust of wind from its tip, blowing the soldiers clear off the ship.
“Take control of the ship. I’ll catch up in a bit.” He said, jumping outside and into the mash of Imps struggling to get back onto the airship.
She blinked, and then shrugged, laughing quietly to herself before flipping a few switches, and grabbing the intercom.
"Good morning Passengers and welcome to White Wolf airlines! We will be traveling to Fuuthyi this pleasant day, but before we take off, we had to remove some... unpleasant passengers. Now that they're dealt with--" she nearly started laughing at this statement, and could only imagine what that little boy could have done to those 'big men'. Or armored babies, more like. "-- please sit back, relax, and enjoy your flight!"
Once done with her announcement, she propelled the airship forward, hoping that the boy would be able to jump on before she took off.
A loud clang could be heard against the side of the ship as the boy threw an ‘armored baby’ against it, that one being one of the last, as he noticed the ship start to make it’s liftoff. He turned, ditching the remaining Imps to jump on top of the ship, the bottom of his feet flashing to produce magnetic pads on the bottom of his feet. Looking back as the airship began to roll away, the soldiers attempted to board once again, scrambling after the metal body made to fly—and fly fast. Shoving that out of his mind, he rushed to the cockpit window, nearly scaring the raven haired woman inside half to death with the sudden appearance in front of it, cheerily waving and mouthing words slowly to her.
“I’m staying outside—because I know those Imps will come for this ship. Don’t worry about going fast; I’ll be able to keep up!”
She smiled, waving and mouthing back “Alright! Don’t get killed!”
He smiled and waved once again, as he lifted his head and turned around just to see large-bodied Imp carriers, loaded to the brim with soldiers and all the fire power they’d ever need. The carriers were slow, but if they didn’t pick up speed quickly…
The fan-wielder propelled the airship a bit faster, the lava fields already flashing by. Silently, she hoped the kid had meant what he’d mouthed at her, knowing that these types of aircraft were meant for going at high speeds. Peering out the window, she noted the Imp carriers, feeling at ease still. Humming a joyful tune, she coaxed the aircraft into liftoff, watching for the kid, almost waiting for him to fly off. Moments later, she heard a series of surprised cries and a slamming door, followed by an even click of a door much closer.
“That was fun.” She heard the boy announce, plopping into the co-pilot’s seat. His armor disappeared—appearing to disintegrate off his form, only to disappear into thin air. His sword and dagger reversed its assembly, and disassembled back into its original sphere form, dangling off the chain around the boy’s neck. She bust up laughing, the tone almost musical in her amusement.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. What happened to 'I'm going to stay outside', hmm..? My driving too fast for you?" She questioned him, giving him a teary-eyed expression, though, in all actuality, she was just teasing him, and was inwardly very glad he came back inside the plane. She'd hate it if he had fallen to a harsh, long drop-death.
She adjusted a couple things, making the wings shift and the air craft turn the slightest bit to the right.
“Not… Not really.” He assured, relaxing into the seat, his metallic eyes scanning the scenery outside the window—nothing but clouds and clear skies, now.
“The Imps were a bit too easy, though. I got bored...”
"Oh, were they? That's too bad." Her expression fell for a split second before being picked up again by a smile.
"I would have played with them a teeny bit longer. It makes it slightly more interesting."
She shifted her molten gaze from the wide, open sky over to him, contemplating him for a moment.
He glanced over at her, watching her fly the airship with such ease, almost as if she were bored with the task.
“Uhm… I can take over for you if you’d like.”
"Only if you'd like to...?" Her mind grasped for a name, and, finding that they'd never really introduced themselves; her mind was left blank of one to associate with him.
"I'm Yuuezalia. People call me Ezali. It's nice to meet you...?"
The raven haired woman left him a suggestive silence, one that should have prompted him to give his name, as well.
“I’m Akirashi. You can call me Aki, if that’s easier for you. Nice meeting you, too.”
Introductions done, he shifted his attention back outside the window, searching the ground for wherever they were going.
“How much longer till you get there?”
"Akirashi...” She nearly purred his name, sounding it out as if tasting it. After a moment more of gazing at him, she turned back to the windshield, focusing on her task at hand.
"If we went a bit faster, we could be there within 15 minutes or so."
She flicked another switch, the aircraft twitching a bit before she steered it to go a bit higher. The floating island was up there, and they'd need to make their ascent now if they wanted to land instead of crash into the bottom of the floating landmass.
 _Xareyalti Serenade_ · Wed Jul 25, 2007 @ 08:51pm · 1 Comments |
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Hurrah! Winners for the month of December |
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So, if any of you have been paying attention to my profile, you'd realize that I'm having a little "best of the month" RP post competition thing.
Sadly, no one but me seems excited about this, sooo... I got no votes. XD
Soo, since I, myself, couldn't decide which one I liked best, you're all winners this month (thus, no prizes for anyone.)
Here's the posts once more:
Best for the month of December
Week 2-(Dec.10-16):
Lady Knives-- To Save a Kingdom created by: Geicen pg42 Knives had been watching the little ceremony in silence, her steath flawless as she gently slipped her way into the crowd. She then flitted(Transported) down into the center of the red carpet that was spread through the crowd where they split up to the balcony and the large wooden doors beneath. Dark eyes flashed as the King's attention was averted to the dark woman standing in the center of the isle.
The King's eyes widened a bit before narrowing. "What is your purpose here?" He spoke in a loud, strong voice; showing no fear. From the slits of her pupils he could tell right then that she wasn't human.
The young heiress drew up her right hand with what seemed a lazy demeanor, her eyes flashing black as a large sphere of blazing black appeared at the tip of her pointer finger. A quake shook the area for miles around, then stopped. A pulse made the earth tremor as the young woman's pale lips were tugged back in a crazed smile, her deathly sharp incisors grinding against eachother as she called out. "Welcome to Oblivion!"
"WELCOME TO YOUR LAST BREATH!" She boomed as the sphere above her pointer finger expanded, engulfing her and all the land around her for all the miles the miserable city reached.
Buildings and trees were uprooted, the white cemented streets and walkways were torn apart with ruthless power and thrown across the sky, causing more damage and chaos. Knives' black, pitless eyes widened with excitement as the city was torn to pieces and the bodies desinagrated, leaving nothing but the large broken down pieces of debris, the stench of death, and the ashes of thousands of bodies that once strived for life.
-FoxyKerri- -- The Devil's Inferno created by: Lance Orien, pg3
Natalia wasn't quick to calm down at anything- especially the prospect of having her life taken without care. That, she would never get over.
Her gaze moved onto the other woman in the area as she sat perched on a rock, an amused look upon her face. Cocking her head slightly, Natalia tried to figure out what the woman found so god damned amusing. She was encouraging Lyrion's attitude... she was actually encouraging his attitude! Unbelieveable!
Then, Lyrion spoke again. About how her life meant nothing, how he wouldn't have hesitated. This caused Natalia to speak up yet again. Her voice was a bit calmer now, but it still held a heavy tone of anger.
"If you're such an amazing killer, and you wouldn't have hesitated for a life so invaluable as my own, then why the hell am I still standing here? HMM?" She said, placing her hands on her hips judgementally. Either he was a liar, or full of himself with nothing to back up his claims...
Week 3- (Dec. 17-23):
x-Mayko-x -- Uknown School created by: Destroyer Dragon, page 13 Jenna was stunned as she was wrapped in Fla'qwes's arms, trying her best not to shatter his smile with tears, returning his hug as best she could before he let her go. Everything was happening too fast for her mind to comprehend, and, suddenly, Lance, the squad, and Fla'qwes were gone. The elements were goign wild, water was everywhere, earthquakes shaking the ground, wind whipping through the trees, and people were flaming like mad. The sky was a large yin and yang sign.
Her mind was frozen on the sceen she had just viewed, Fla'qwes being publically beaten, and then being towed away like a prisoner of war..
'Your pain is raging... stop... I told you i would make that pain go away, and I intend to keep it... with you or not." Fla'qwes's voice rang through her ears.
Already, she'd do anything to hear it again.
"YOU FOOL!" She screamed, running after Fla'qwes, only to trip and fall with a large splash on the water covered ground, 2 inches deep and steadily rising. She moved onto her knees, not having the will to stand up again.
"You don't understand, do you?! You can't take it with you! Not like this..."
Tears sprang into her eyes, though she wouldn't let them fall. Hanging her head, her short raven hair hid her distressed eyes, though just looking upon her defeated form told the whole story.
"I do swear... There shall be a day when Lance and his scum-sucking wastes of flesh and air will regret the day their mothers chose not to drown them in the river. Azrael is screaming your names!"
She shook with the knowledge, then sat still for a few minutes.
Remember, Jenna... Fla'qwes is doing this for you-- for you all. Don't put his sacrifice in vain.
She slowly rose from the ground, the water that she was just wallowing in twisting up into the sky and pouring down into a much stronger version of the power she'd used to heal Roy, this one concentrating on both healing wounds, and easing emotional pain, though it did little on herself.
"Students, please return to your dorms. School will not be in session tomorrow." Her voice was nearly emotionless, but there was a familiar strictness present.
Jennamye paused, a small nagging in the back of her mind, before she remembered Roy's question. She turned, and gave him a world-weary smile.
"How do you imagine I am feeling? I've lost, Roy. again, I've lost. And, yet, I apparently have not failed."
She laughed, the sound empty.
"How... contradictory."
Week 4- (Dec 24-30):
Hunter of faith-- Streams of Silver Fire created by: x-Mayko-x, pg 1 From the blue summon circle incripted in figures within figures, which was that of a perfect, six sided star with a cross in the main interior. The light bursted in what seemed to be a nova in a holy sky blue color as a shining figure soon made it's way to the center, rising slowly from an unseen dimension. Gold peices seemed to float from the circles interior and came together like a jigsaw puzzle an soon the light began to take form. At first glance it could be mistaken as a celestial body, but in the end, it was a shined shadow resembling that of a knight. The light grew golder and stronger as it shone in what seemed to be god's hand. Soon the golden light began to peel off like dead skin from the figure's body, reaveling a knight in blue, armed with a silver armor that gleamed in what seemed to be ever lasting beauty. It was surprising to see that the knight, with such stature, was a woman with hair that was golden blond, like that of a lion's main, which was also bunned up. Two strong looking hands encircled a sacred looking sheathed blade in which the knight seemed to be holding...no... hugging close to her. As the light began to disapate, the knight was seen clearer. She did not move at the first moment and yet her complextion, her armor, her stature was a sight equal in beauty to that of the gates of heaven. All the rougish knights held their ground, unable to take their eyes at such a nobel sight. Suddenly the air around her blew in ever direction with imense force letting all around them to know that the summon of this almost sacred being had been completed. The blue summoning circle underneath the ground in which she stood started to dim out, losing it's icey blue color till all that was left was that pale brown color of the forest floor. Saber, the knight, slowly opened her eye lids and soon emeralds began to shine, each moment her eyes opened, her eyes shoned brighter, it was exactly like a sunrise as it slowly showed it beauty in the distant horizon. Soon her emeralds were widely seen, and her sight secured itself a place in this wrecthed world. Quickly her eyes befell on the knight holding Resi and in a swift, unseen motion, she put her shethed sword to her side, strapped it,and atlast drew it all in one motion. The enemy soldiers were so swept by her beauty, nobility, and skill that they had not payed attention to the situation at hand, that foretold them that this warrior was ready to move and strike down the person she had her eyes on...in this case the knight holding Resi. Her feet moved across the ground yet dispite all her armor, her foot work and agility was to be said as, 'unbelievable'. Her feet hit the ground hard, leaving indents, which was a common tactic to keep as much weight on your ground for endureing attacks and for a power boost, which worked in somthing like a spring motion. She swiftly sliced the range between her and her oppenent with her sword drawn and charging madly, yet her eyes never lost a tactical edge, "AHHHH" was her loud and proud battle cry, equal to that of a roar or the nobel lion. When she made her way to the knight she swung her sword with might and that sword impacted with such force that the wind ,only around the kngiht, seemed to be cut in half. The air surrounding the knight was said to be seen as moving cyrstal mirrors, reflecting, showing the rarely seen wind and it's beauty, which was quickly turned to brutality. The knight screamed in agony as his grip on Resi's arm was completely severed for with that one blow, Saber, had delt such a tremedous blow that it shut down the knight's enitre nervous system. The knight flew back, like a thrown rock, through a tree and smashing into another, the sound of newly crack bones echoed through the area. He layed there, eyes open wide with death, his complete chest area was severed and blood leaked like a waterfall of the highest montain till there was no blood left to fall. His rib cage, while able to be seen, were all misplaced and disfigured, his heart in half with his lungs cut by the force of the winds. Saber turned to Resi, with her intense stare not easing at the moment, but did the moment she suddenly fell to her knee, the dust around the place where she kneeled almost seperated at the sheer force of her landing. She stabbed her sword into the ground and ,with on hand on her sword and on the other hand resting on her knelt knee, she said in a hard tone even tone, "Servant Saber... paladin of old.... here as your sword. Thy swears to lay one's life for my master.... master Resi." her tone was serious, her head down, a sign of respect in the time of the knights of old. Though she bowed and was clearly a servant, her commanding presance never lost it's edge. A knight, who was trembling in terror at what he just saw, charged sword high, going for a full fledged attack. His composure was not there, his weight shifted maddly, and he was charging in fear with nothing but the will to slay and hopefully live, but when fighting an experianced soldier such as Saber, this was known as a death wish, a fast train to hell. Saber, being a knight, obliged this wish and used her knelt postion to her advantage pushing her leg down on the floor, using her heavey wieght as a sort of catapult, and hurled herself toward her oppenent. Her sword met the fool hearty knight, but it was not a block, far from it, it was clearly said as a slaughter. She cleaved his sword causing it to fly up and pierce a tree and her sword dug it's way through the knight, slicing him into 2 clean halves, each 3 yards away from each other, for the force of the cut sent the halves fling in two seperate directions. She straightened up her stance and faced her oppenent with a blank stair, her sword glowing gold toward her oppenents, she was ready for more blood to rain upon the floor. The knight, at seeing their fallen comrades, and out of sheer fear, ran to their horses, sadled on them roughly, and at last took off the other way in full retreat, spreing dirt and dust into the air. Saber did not turn her back for a moment and was comfirming their dissapearance and then, after the comfermation of them not coming back, she turned to Resi. "Master... is thout unharmed?" her voice echoed, lighting up into worry, her pale green eyes piercing Resi's eyes, yet these eyes showed pure devotion, and worry for her master, not any signs of a threat toward Resi.
_Xareyalti Serenade_ · Mon Jan 01, 2007 @ 07:01pm · 1 Comments |
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Midnight Run-- Chapter One-- The Dream |
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Snow fell softly from the heavens above, descending on the bland, grey world below. The snow sparkled and shimmered, covering the vast nothing in the tar and cement strip.
There was no light in this street. None that was produced by man. A dark cloud slowly slid by, revealing the moon's full and serene face, showing the world what was really on it's surface.
Shuffles in the snow, dull crunching as the tiny crystals were packed down. Two figures emerged from the dark, hand in hand. The male scoured the street with his claret orbs, as if seeing the world for the first time. His raven hair floated before his eyes, his free hand swiping the strands away.
'Where am I?' he questioned his surroundings, the glimmering stone and glass building exteriors giving no answer.
"Come on, Matthias. We're going to be late!"
The angel to his tight spoke in cheerful tones, turning to smile a smile so... Familiar. Her raven hair cascaded elegantly around her petite frame, setting off the white dress that flowed just right over her , the color shining just like the snow in her hair. Her eyes were what caught him, making the world seem like it was standing still.
Those eyes, ever shifting ans swirling, could suck a person in. Blue in color, yet covered in silver that never stayed in one place, moving in waves like foam over a stormy sea. He'd known those enchanting eyes from the moment he was born.
This angel had his sister's face. The angel turned and continued dragging him down the street.
"I can't believe you're 18 already. My, how time flies..." Her tone sounded dreamy, a small smile of reminiscence upon her lips.
Matthias wanted to laugh, but held it in to save the angel's feelings. His birthday was in a couple months, not today.
"Lillith has saved something special for you. She'll be disappointed if she doesn't get to give it to you."
There was humor in the angel's voice. What was so funny about Lillith's gift? He could guess it was birth control pills of a box of condoms or something. Both his sister and Lillith-- her partner in crime-- had odd ideas of gifts. They though it was exciting to give him boxers on his 16th birthday. He couldn't decide which was more embarrassing-- the actual receiving of their present, or the thought of them rummaging around his room trying to figure out his size. He'd bought a lock for his door after that.
The angel kept him following her, her hand clasped firmly in his, as if she were afraid of losing him. As if there was something to fear.
Surely, angels didn't fear anything, they didn't have anything to fear. Nothing could harm them.
And the angel turned, her face contorted in fear. There was a light coming closer in her eyes, closing in.
The next thing he knew, he was lying in a hospital bed, Lillith clutching his hand and weeping. Her fiery red hair had been swept up into a bun, loose strands of hair framing her face. She looked stunning in the black velvet dress she had on. Her violet eyes looked down on him in relief as she flung her arms around him.
'Lillith... what?'
"Oh, thank goodness! I thought you were dead!"
Her usual cheeriness was tossed aside, her voice heavy with tears. Suddenly, she stiffened, pulling away from him.
"Matt... I'm sorry." Another on-pour of tears flowed from those lovely eyes.
'Why?' he wanted to ask, the room turning fuzzy.
"Jennamye... She..." Her voice cracked, sorrow covering her very being from head to toe.
Matthias no longer saw Lillith-- she had been replaced with the angel from before. An SUV lay dormant and blazing where it had crashed into the side of the building, the driver most likely already dead. Matthias looked down into fading eyes, a sudden overwhelming feeling of fear washing over him, the silver in those eyes he knew so well slipping away. Those arms which embraced him more times than he could count were being stained red, the snow beneath them quickly adopting the same color. His sister smiled up at him, despite the huge strip of steel embedded in her stomach, her body broken battered and bloody. Her lips moved to speak her last words, yet all was silent, falling on deaf ears.
Lillith needn't say more-- his whole world was ripped away.
The hospital room spun out of view, along with the vision; the warmth of the darkness enveloping him.
Where was he going now? Why did it matter?
Large cherry wood double doors appeared before him. He was standing in front of this door, black steel handles daring him to open it, a red runway carpet placed over black marble. He swung open the doors, walking into a large audience room. Walking down the red runway in the now pearl-white room, he saw another angel.
‘No..’ his mind told him. ‘Not an angel. The Pearl Princess’
How he knew this, he did not know. Hair the color of honey curled loosely down to her knees, complementing her peach-colored skin and the white dress she wore, the color looking more like the moon's rays on that milky gem she stood for. The Princess smiled a dazzling, heart-stopping smile. She walked down the few steps from her throne and took his face into her hands.
“Not now, Matthias. She won’t allow me to.”
She kissed him so gently; softly he couldn’t help but melt into it.
The door to the audience chamber creaked open, startling Matthias out of his entranced stupor. He turned around, and there was Lillith. Standing there with wide violet eyes, her lavender and white gown torn and astray in some places, her fiery shock of hair mussed up.
There was a hurt, an accusation, a sorrow in those eyes.
“I should have known you would be here, Matthias.” She spat this out, tears running down her dirty cheeks.
“You Traitor. You’re just like your sister! The queen was right… I see the truth now.”
She turned and slammed the door, making her hasty escape from heart break and rejection. Matthias took a step to chase after her and explain when the room blurred and faded.
A constant, high-pitched beeping marched through Matthias Tieasto’s ear drums. Groggily, he turned over, opening an eye to peer at the glaring red numbers. 6:30 am, it said. With a groan, he rolled back over and got up, turning off his alarm clock.
“What a kooky dream.” He commented to himself, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and stretching. Jumping out of bed, he wandered out into the house. There was something amiss, something missing.
“Jennamye?”
_Xareyalti Serenade_ · Sun Dec 17, 2006 @ 06:07am · 0 Comments |
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