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Yeah, I know, I'm already writing a fanfiction. But, I plan on taking a hiatus from that to work on this story. It's somewhat of a one-shot story, so, it's made here, and dies here. Unless I really like it and decide to adopt it into a proper story. Well, I guess it's also like a variation of my original plans. So, it'll be shorter and less complicated. It will be divided into six or seven 'Books', which serve as chapters. Feedback is welcome. I'll just make the characters here:
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Name: Haruka Osaka
Age: 90
Personality: Sarcastic, cunning, wary, blunt and kind.
Appearance: She appears as a pale young girl of thirteen. Has chin length silver-purple hair, one silver eye, one gold eye,purple markings on eyes, short, lithe, petite, dresses in red battle mage robes. Has a long black battle gauntlet on right arm, carries magical orb (in a variety of colours) which turns into her main staff.
Occupation: Mercenary mage, specializes in missions which take stealth.
Magic, Powers and Abilities: Uses time magic. Barrier and binding magic, enhanced speed, strength, endurance and durability, hand to hand combatant.
Birthday: December 21st, M.E. 1313
Aliases: Maiden of Time, Maiden of Silence, Maiden of Death.
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Name: Lance Eiszapfen
Age: 120
Personality: Cold, calm, reclusive, kind and wise.
Appearance: Appears as an eighteen year old man, white-blue hair, ice-blue eyes, tall, slim. Wears mythril armour, greaves, gloves, big blue shield and long double edged sword.
Occupation: Wanderer. Sometimes takes job offers.
Magic, Powers and Abilities: Ice/snow/water magic, master swordsman, enhanced strength, endurance, durability, hand to hand combatant.
Birthday: June 9th, M.E. 1283
Aliases: He has none.
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Name: Serafina Talona
Age: 120
Personality: Clever, daring, harsh, hawk-eyed and cynical.
Appearance: Appears as a seventeen year old tanned girl of average height, thin, has long wavy brown hair, gold eyes, wears silver chain mail under short brown hooded cloak, matching skirt, brown boots, brown gloves, brown hat, hunting knife strapped to leg and silver longbow.
Occupation: Archer
Magic, Powers and Abilities: Storm and earth magic, enhanced strength, speed, durability, accuracy, endurance.
Birthday: May 13th, M.E. 1283
Aliases: Arrow of Judgement, The Harsh Maiden
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Eh, I'll finish listing them tomorrow.
Oh snap. I didn't see that. Sorry for the double harsh.
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Yeah, I know, I'm already writing a fanfiction. But, I plan on taking a hiatus from that to work on this story. It's somewhat of a one-shot story, so, it's made here, and dies here. Unless I really like it and decide to adopt it into a proper story. Well, I guess it's also like a variation of my original plans. So, it'll be shorter and less complicated. It will be divided into six or seven 'Books', which serve as chapters. Feedback is welcome. I'll just make the characters here:
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Name: Haruka Osaka
Age: 90
Personality: Sarcastic, cunning, wary, blunt and kind.
Appearance: She appears as a pale young girl of thirteen. Has chin length silver-purple hair, one silver eye, one gold eye,purple markings on eyes, short, lithe, petite, dresses in red battle mage robes. Has a long black battle gauntlet on right arm, carries magical orb (in a variety of colours) which turns into her main staff.
Occupation: Mercenary mage, specializes in missions which take stealth.
Magic, Powers and Abilities: Uses time magic. Barrier and binding magic, enhanced speed, strength, endurance and durability, hand to hand combatant.
Birthday: December 21st, M.E. 1313
Aliases: Maiden of Time, Maiden of Silence, Maiden of Death.
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Name: Lance Eiszapfen
Age: 120
Personality: Cold, calm, reclusive, kind and wise.
Appearance: Appears as an eighteen year old man, white-blue hair, ice-blue eyes, tall, slim. Wears mythril armour, greaves, gloves, big blue shield and long double edged sword.
Occupation: Wanderer. Sometimes takes job offers.
Magic, Powers and Abilities: Ice/snow/water magic, master swordsman, enhanced strength, endurance, durability, hand to hand combatant.
Birthday: June 9th, M.E. 1283
Aliases: He has none.
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Name: Serafina Talona
Age: 120
Personality: Clever, daring, harsh, hawk-eyed and cynical.
Appearance: Appears as a seventeen year old tanned girl of average height, thin, has long wavy brown hair, gold eyes, wears silver chain mail under short brown hooded cloak, matching skirt, brown boots, brown gloves, brown hat, hunting knife strapped to leg and silver longbow.
Occupation: Archer
Magic, Powers and Abilities: Storm and earth magic, enhanced strength, speed, durability, accuracy, endurance.
Birthday: May 13th, M.E. 1283
Aliases: Arrow of Judgement, The Harsh Maiden
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Eh, I'll finish listing them tomorrow.
Oh snap. I didn't see that. Sorry for the double harsh.
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I was panicking about whether I did the math correctly yesterday. It turns out, I did. Pretty good for my mental math skills. Another funny thing was that right after I finished editing my latest chapter in my fanfiction, I started thinking with a lisp for a while. Aw nuts, Cranberry.
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Name: Dominik Pique
Age:122
Personality: Cocky, proud, sly, clever and theatrical.
Appearance: Appears as a twenty year old man with tanned skin, tall, average weight, dark blond hair, green eyes. Wears gold armour, a seven feet long spear with lightning designs on it.
Occupation: Paladin.
Magic, Powers and Abilities: Uses light and earth magic, enhanced speed, strength, endurance, durability, spears-man, hand to hand combatant.
Birthday: September 9th, M.E. 1281
Aliases: Lightning Fast Knight.
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He was actually MUCH more arrogant in the original version. Here's the main idea of the story:
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Prologue
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In a mythical world called Ayiul, magic was available to all. But only 5% of the entire population were able to use it properly, which meant they wouldn't burn up from the mental strain from working magic. Some used it to help others, some used it for their benefit, some for hurting others, while the rest, taught it to others with the great potential. Since so few were able to harness its energy, it was not unknown for the mages to learn more than one type of magic.
There was a great war in M.E. 1348. It changed everything. The date was officially changed M.E. (Manumits Era) to A.M.E (Annihilate Mages Era). Most mages were forced to work for King August, ruler of Ayiul at the time. Some tried to break free from his grip, but were caught as soon as they left. The rest co-operated with him, as their families were threatened if they did not. Only a few mages were never recruited by him. They became mercenaries, wanderers, or part of the army. This went on for another fifty-five years, up until the day the story takes place: A.M.E 55.
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I was panicking about whether I did the math correctly yesterday. It turns out, I did. Pretty good for my mental math skills. Another funny thing was that right after I finished editing my latest chapter in my fanfiction, I started thinking with a lisp for a while. Aw nuts, Cranberry.
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Name: Dominik Pique
Age:122
Personality: Cocky, proud, sly, clever and theatrical.
Appearance: Appears as a twenty year old man with tanned skin, tall, average weight, dark blond hair, green eyes. Wears gold armour, a seven feet long spear with lightning designs on it.
Occupation: Paladin.
Magic, Powers and Abilities: Uses light and earth magic, enhanced speed, strength, endurance, durability, spears-man, hand to hand combatant.
Birthday: September 9th, M.E. 1281
Aliases: Lightning Fast Knight.
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He was actually MUCH more arrogant in the original version. Here's the main idea of the story:
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Prologue
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In a mythical world called Ayiul, magic was available to all. But only 5% of the entire population were able to use it properly, which meant they wouldn't burn up from the mental strain from working magic. Some used it to help others, some used it for their benefit, some for hurting others, while the rest, taught it to others with the great potential. Since so few were able to harness its energy, it was not unknown for the mages to learn more than one type of magic.
There was a great war in M.E. 1348. It changed everything. The date was officially changed M.E. (Manumits Era) to A.M.E (Annihilate Mages Era). Most mages were forced to work for King August, ruler of Ayiul at the time. Some tried to break free from his grip, but were caught as soon as they left. The rest co-operated with him, as their families were threatened if they did not. Only a few mages were never recruited by him. They became mercenaries, wanderers, or part of the army. This went on for another fifty-five years, up until the day the story takes place: A.M.E 55.
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It's nice to be on a break every now and then. Back to work! Anyways, I'll be trying an experiment for this story, I'm just sampling some new ideas, such as the narration being the reader. Tell me if it sounds awkward or bad or just plain weird. 
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Book One: Strange Happenings...
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You look around nervously, it's your first time on a job like this. Everyone around you is wearing a hunted expression. "Do you know where the Espalier Plaza is?" you try to ask, but everyone else just hurries on.
You wander around, when you try to make eye contact with anyone, they just scowl and turn away.
Then, you bump into someone.
"Hey! Watch where you're going, you numskull!" they yell at you.
"I'm sorry." you apologize. You realize that you bumped into a young girl.
She gets up, cursing you. "Stupid, stupid, stupid. I'll be late." She sprints down the road with a silver orb fluttering after her.
(I'll finish this tomorrow.)
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It's nice to be on a break every now and then. Back to work! Anyways, I'll be trying an experiment for this story, I'm just sampling some new ideas, such as the narration being the reader. Tell me if it sounds awkward or bad or just plain weird.
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Book One: Strange Happenings...
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You look around nervously, it's your first time on a job like this. Everyone around you is wearing a hunted expression. "Do you know where the Espalier Plaza is?" you try to ask, but everyone else just hurries on.
You wander around, when you try to make eye contact with anyone, they just scowl and turn away.
Then, you bump into someone.
"Hey! Watch where you're going, you numskull!" they yell at you.
"I'm sorry." you apologize. You realize that you bumped into a young girl.
She gets up, cursing you. "Stupid, stupid, stupid. I'll be late." She sprints down the road with a silver orb fluttering after her.
(I'll finish this tomorrow.)
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Mmm, it's almost Christmas Vacation...which means RAGE WORK!
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You are shocked by the young girl's language. Then, it hits you. That girl was none other than the Maiden of Death- Haruka Osaka, one of the most notorious mages in Ayiul.
"Ah, excuse me! You really shouldn't stop in the middle of the road." a new voice scolds you.
You turn around once more and now face another girl. Only, you immediately recognize her. Serafina Talona, one of the best and most efficient archers.
Once again, you apologize, but she waves off. "Whatever. I'm afraid that I already lost the prey I was hunting and am now late for a job."
You watch her take off, curious, you follow her. Something was definitely wrong here. Two powerful mages like them, in a jaded village like Espalier. You carefully follow her, as she takes various turns and forks. Soon, she stops and you catch a glimpse of the reason as to why she stopped.
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You are shocked by the young girl's language. Then, it hits you. That girl was none other than the Maiden of Death- Haruka Osaka, one of the most notorious mages in Ayiul.
"Ah, excuse me! You really shouldn't stop in the middle of the road." a new voice scolds you.
You turn around once more and now face another girl. Only, you immediately recognize her. Serafina Talona, one of the best and most efficient archers.
Once again, you apologize, but she waves off. "Whatever. I'm afraid that I already lost the prey I was hunting and am now late for a job."
You watch her take off, curious, you follow her. Something was definitely wrong here. Two powerful mages like them, in a jaded village like Espalier. You carefully follow her, as she takes various turns and forks. Soon, she stops and you catch a glimpse of the reason as to why she stopped.
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12/28/2011 11:29:07 PM
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Well, I've got quite a few excuses as to why I haven't been able to write. 1) Christmas parties 2) Boxing Day shopping 3) I got the Hunger Games trilogy 4) I got Pokemon Black (^u^) 5) Writer's block.
Oh, and all the chapters will be colour coded. So this one is magenta.
You see another figure there. You recognize it to be Haruka.
"Well, I didn't expect you to show up. What a pleasant surprise, no?" Serafina asks Haruka in a snide voice.
Haruka scoffs. "A chance to thwart that August upstart? Please. Anything to bring back the luxury of the Manumits time."
That causes Serafina to smile. "Ah, yes, I forgot that you were also born around the end of that glorious era. My mistake."
You frown. The Manumits Era was over 55 years ago. Neither of these girls seem that old. They were both younger than you. So how could they possibly know what that time was like?
"Yes, I was around at that time." Haruka brushes off that snub with a slightly annoyed look. "But, it's a shame our friend over there was not present."
It takes you exactly three seconds to realize she meant you. You attempt to escape, but Haruka pounces and chains you with a binding spell, all with relative ease.
Serafina makes a disgusted face. "Ugh. Look at this modern mage! I mean, seriously! What are these stupid modern 'mages' learning these days?! Why, they can't even pull off a proper invisibility spell."
Haruka nods in agreement. "Tasteless, disgusting and very moronic. You would assume that they would know not to ah, disturb the much more...competent mages. Once again, I am nothing short of amazed by such incoherence."
You try to raise your head but she tightens the chains around your body. You attempt to speak, but she kicks you in the chest. She raises her staff over head and is about to strike down at you when Serafina stops her.
"Wait. We should at least hear this mage out. Don't kill without listening to the other side. If you are not satisfied, then kill."
Haruka is barely biting back (Oh! Alliteration!) her rage, but reluctantly lowers her staff. "Fine. But, you sit back, this will be my game."
Serafina shrugs. "Fine by me."
Haruka squats down to the ground to face you. You notice something. Her eyes. They were so disorienting. Gold, silver, complete opposites, but that's not it. Her eyes were old. You could tell that she has seen many things. Sadness, hatred, anger, happiness, horror; every emotion you could think of.
Unfortunately, she notices and takes it the wrong way. She hits you with the butt of her staff. "Don't you dare look at me straight in the eyes. Tasteless. You should know your place. I bet that if we fought, you could hardly provide any amusement. Perhaps when I kill you, I should make it ever so painful."
You remain silent, still mesmerized with her eyes.
"Stop looking at me like that! Those eyes...I hate them." she takes out a dagger and forces you raise your chin.
"You grew up happily. Not a care in the world. Your eyes tell it all. Not a single hardship, not a single care, not a single horror. You were never shunned, forced to do horrible things in order to survive. I hate that."
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Ah, sorry I have to stop it there, but I'm exhausted. Yeah, Haruka, not a nice person, yet. Too bad I can't tell her past. It's too 'mature' for this board.
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Well, I've got quite a few excuses as to why I haven't been able to write. 1) Christmas parties 2) Boxing Day shopping 3) I got the Hunger Games trilogy 4) I got Pokemon Black (^u^) 5) Writer's block.
Oh, and all the chapters will be colour coded. So this one is magenta.
You see another figure there. You recognize it to be Haruka.
"Well, I didn't expect you to show up. What a pleasant surprise, no?" Serafina asks Haruka in a snide voice.
Haruka scoffs. "A chance to thwart that August upstart? Please. Anything to bring back the luxury of the Manumits time."
That causes Serafina to smile. "Ah, yes, I forgot that you were also born around the end of that glorious era. My mistake."
You frown. The Manumits Era was over 55 years ago. Neither of these girls seem that old. They were both younger than you. So how could they possibly know what that time was like?
"Yes, I was around at that time." Haruka brushes off that snub with a slightly annoyed look. "But, it's a shame our friend over there was not present."
It takes you exactly three seconds to realize she meant you. You attempt to escape, but Haruka pounces and chains you with a binding spell, all with relative ease.
Serafina makes a disgusted face. "Ugh. Look at this modern mage! I mean, seriously! What are these stupid modern 'mages' learning these days?! Why, they can't even pull off a proper invisibility spell."
Haruka nods in agreement. "Tasteless, disgusting and very moronic. You would assume that they would know not to ah, disturb the much more...competent mages. Once again, I am nothing short of amazed by such incoherence."
You try to raise your head but she tightens the chains around your body. You attempt to speak, but she kicks you in the chest. She raises her staff over head and is about to strike down at you when Serafina stops her.
"Wait. We should at least hear this mage out. Don't kill without listening to the other side. If you are not satisfied, then kill."
Haruka is barely biting back (Oh! Alliteration!) her rage, but reluctantly lowers her staff. "Fine. But, you sit back, this will be my game."
Serafina shrugs. "Fine by me."
Haruka squats down to the ground to face you. You notice something. Her eyes. They were so disorienting. Gold, silver, complete opposites, but that's not it. Her eyes were old. You could tell that she has seen many things. Sadness, hatred, anger, happiness, horror; every emotion you could think of.
Unfortunately, she notices and takes it the wrong way. She hits you with the butt of her staff. "Don't you dare look at me straight in the eyes. Tasteless. You should know your place. I bet that if we fought, you could hardly provide any amusement. Perhaps when I kill you, I should make it ever so painful."
You remain silent, still mesmerized with her eyes.
"Stop looking at me like that! Those eyes...I hate them." she takes out a dagger and forces you raise your chin.
"You grew up happily. Not a care in the world. Your eyes tell it all. Not a single hardship, not a single care, not a single horror. You were never shunned, forced to do horrible things in order to survive. I hate that."
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Ah, sorry I have to stop it there, but I'm exhausted. Yeah, Haruka, not a nice person, yet. Too bad I can't tell her past. It's too 'mature' for this board.
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Wow. I'm surprised that no one edited it. Then again, it's not that violent or etc.
You are now shaking in terror. Haruka takes notice and laughs at you. "Pitiful. Shaking in your boots, are we? Ha! Maybe I shouldn't kill you. Not just yet."
You force yourself to raise your chin and look at her, straight in the eyes without distraction. "Will you hear me out? I have several questions I would like to ask."
You surprise her by your sudden outburst. Clearly, she wasn't used to people questioning her. "Tch! Fine. Just as a heads up. I hate lies. Try telling one to me, and it's bye-bye Ayiul."
Her threat is likely a bluff, but you don't take any chances and tell her your story. When you finish, her expression is cold and somewhat disgusted. She doesn't say anything, so you ask her the question you've been pining to ask. "How old are you and how do you know what the Manumits era was like?"
That really surprises her. "What? How bold of you, asking a lady how old she is."
"But, if you really were as old as you look, there wouldn't be any reason for you to hesitate answering the question." you shoot back.
"Serafina, what do I tell this 'mage'? They aren't as dense as we thought. The fact, reality, or 'truth'?"
Serafina looks up. Her expression is wary. You notice that her eyes are old too. The way her expression is, her posture and that cold wisdom flickering in her eyes, you can picture her as an old lady.
"The fact and reality. The truth might make things worse. So there's no point in sugar coating everything at this point."
"Really? Well, I won't argue with that." Haruka removes the binding and stands up.
You struggle to get up due to her kick. She might have a frail and sylph-like appearance, but she is unnaturally strong. From the looks of it, that kick was likely very weak.
"Hmm, where should I start. I suppose the question of my age is simpler. I am ninety years old. I am not immortal. I can die. I can age. If I am wounded, I will feel it. Wounding me in a fashion that may be fatal to you, will likely not be for me. Will it cause me a lot of pain? Of course. Kill me? Probably not. Stab me in the heart, I will die after a much longer period than you. Cut my head off? I'll die, just like you. Poisons? Same as the heart; though I may not die. Aconite is one that will certainly kill me, but foxglove won't. If you stab me in the stomach, I'll live. Understand?"
Your head is spinning. You don't understand. You can't comprehend it.
Haruka scowls at you. "Answer me. Do you understand?"
Speechless, you shake your head.
She simply sighs and rolls her eyes. "I am old. I look young. Things that can kill you, probably won't kill me. I am not immortal."
She speaks so slowly, you feel she is ridiculing you. You reason she probably is, as she is treating you like a child.
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Aw, poor you. (^o^)
I would love to see some see how people are imagining 'you'. Whether it be an imaginary person or actually you.
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You are now shaking in terror. Haruka takes notice and laughs at you. "Pitiful. Shaking in your boots, are we? Ha! Maybe I shouldn't kill you. Not just yet."
You force yourself to raise your chin and look at her, straight in the eyes without distraction. "Will you hear me out? I have several questions I would like to ask."
You surprise her by your sudden outburst. Clearly, she wasn't used to people questioning her. "Tch! Fine. Just as a heads up. I hate lies. Try telling one to me, and it's bye-bye Ayiul."
Her threat is likely a bluff, but you don't take any chances and tell her your story. When you finish, her expression is cold and somewhat disgusted. She doesn't say anything, so you ask her the question you've been pining to ask. "How old are you and how do you know what the Manumits era was like?"
That really surprises her. "What? How bold of you, asking a lady how old she is."
"But, if you really were as old as you look, there wouldn't be any reason for you to hesitate answering the question." you shoot back.
"Serafina, what do I tell this 'mage'? They aren't as dense as we thought. The fact, reality, or 'truth'?"
Serafina looks up. Her expression is wary. You notice that her eyes are old too. The way her expression is, her posture and that cold wisdom flickering in her eyes, you can picture her as an old lady.
"The fact and reality. The truth might make things worse. So there's no point in sugar coating everything at this point."
"Really? Well, I won't argue with that." Haruka removes the binding and stands up.
You struggle to get up due to her kick. She might have a frail and sylph-like appearance, but she is unnaturally strong. From the looks of it, that kick was likely very weak.
"Hmm, where should I start. I suppose the question of my age is simpler. I am ninety years old. I am not immortal. I can die. I can age. If I am wounded, I will feel it. Wounding me in a fashion that may be fatal to you, will likely not be for me. Will it cause me a lot of pain? Of course. Kill me? Probably not. Stab me in the heart, I will die after a much longer period than you. Cut my head off? I'll die, just like you. Poisons? Same as the heart; though I may not die. Aconite is one that will certainly kill me, but foxglove won't. If you stab me in the stomach, I'll live. Understand?"
Your head is spinning. You don't understand. You can't comprehend it.
Haruka scowls at you. "Answer me. Do you understand?"
Speechless, you shake your head.
She simply sighs and rolls her eyes. "I am old. I look young. Things that can kill you, probably won't kill me. I am not immortal."
She speaks so slowly, you feel she is ridiculing you. You reason she probably is, as she is treating you like a child.
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Aw, poor you. (^o^)
I would love to see some see how people are imagining 'you'. Whether it be an imaginary person or actually you.
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Don't worry about the other two guys. They'll make their debut soon enough. Next Chapter
The notion. The idea. Everything about her explanation was irrational. The very thought, of being able to live after being badly injured. Back home, you would have been laughed at. People at your home could only hope to be forty years old and still alive, let alone be centuries old. Haruka seems to see your confusion and simply laughs. You get the feeling she may not be entirely sane.
"Ha! Your face is absolutely sidesplitting!" she is laughing so much, tears are beginning to run down her cheeks.
From that moment on, you conclude that she is definitely not wholly sane. Maybe her sanity sometimes disappears in her mind.
"It's not that funny." you say.
She stops laughing and sneers at you. "So? I can tell by your eyes that you think I'm insane. And you're right. I'm not completely sane. But, neither are you. Or King August. Or Serafina. Actually, cross that. You may be sane, but that's boring. Have you ever heard the saying that the line between genius and madness is very thin?"
You ponder this for a second. Could she have possibly insulted you by calling you sane? There must be a reason as to why she behaves this way. Perhaps insanity is her way of escaping some sort of pain. You wonder if that could be true.
If your theory was true, that would explain her strange mood swing. When you first bumped into her, she was fairly impatient, then she was talking seriously with Serafina, next she threatens to kill you, then she mocks you and finally, she seems to be having some sort of deep philosophical moment.
"You still haven't answered my question. How do you-"
The answer hits you. If she was able to age, but not show it and live much longer than most people do, she must have been alive during the Manumits Era.
Haruka arches an eyebrow. "Well, have you figured it out, genius? Or do I have to spell it out again?"
"Are all mages capable of this?" you manage. The 'reality' and 'fact', really aren't sugar coated, not like you the reality you learned when you were younger.
Haruka's staff flickers and becomes an orb. It flutters around in a wide arc. It leaves a black glittery trail behind it. That staff must have several spells attached to it. Not like your plain wooden staff. All it could do was serve as a walking stick and a cudgel at times. Supposedly, the more ornate and metallic a staff is, the more powerful it is. Which means you must be incredibly strong in order to wield it. Her staff was absolutely lavish. It had a long silver handle with patterns carved along the top and bottom and a sparking crescent shaped maroon gem on top. Compared to your staff, which was only made out of oak, not even mahogany, her staff was like the difference between the heavens and the earth.
"No. Only the mages who were trained before King August took power. We were trained with all the secrets. But, as our freedom was lost, so were the secrets. In theory."
"What do you mean by 'in theory'?"
"She means as in you outsiders don't know." Serafina says a bit too harshly. "Haruka, let's go. It's clear that they won't understand. We've already spilled too much."
Haruka gives her a slight pout. "Aww, and they were just starting to amuse me! What a shame."
She skips towards Serafina, who slings her bag over her shoulder and stares at you coldly. "It appears I misjudged you. How rare that is."
She then walks towards you and whips out her hunting knife, points it at you and hisses:"Don't you dare speak of this to anyone. If you do, everything you love, admire and care about will be destroyed."
You nod fiercely, too frightened to speak. But your answer seems to satisfy her.
"Good. Haruka, let's go. We need to find Dominik and Lance, wherever those two idiots wandered off to."
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The notion. The idea. Everything about her explanation was irrational. The very thought, of being able to live after being badly injured. Back home, you would have been laughed at. People at your home could only hope to be forty years old and still alive, let alone be centuries old. Haruka seems to see your confusion and simply laughs. You get the feeling she may not be entirely sane.
"Ha! Your face is absolutely sidesplitting!" she is laughing so much, tears are beginning to run down her cheeks.
From that moment on, you conclude that she is definitely not wholly sane. Maybe her sanity sometimes disappears in her mind.
"It's not that funny." you say.
She stops laughing and sneers at you. "So? I can tell by your eyes that you think I'm insane. And you're right. I'm not completely sane. But, neither are you. Or King August. Or Serafina. Actually, cross that. You may be sane, but that's boring. Have you ever heard the saying that the line between genius and madness is very thin?"
You ponder this for a second. Could she have possibly insulted you by calling you sane? There must be a reason as to why she behaves this way. Perhaps insanity is her way of escaping some sort of pain. You wonder if that could be true.
If your theory was true, that would explain her strange mood swing. When you first bumped into her, she was fairly impatient, then she was talking seriously with Serafina, next she threatens to kill you, then she mocks you and finally, she seems to be having some sort of deep philosophical moment.
"You still haven't answered my question. How do you-"
The answer hits you. If she was able to age, but not show it and live much longer than most people do, she must have been alive during the Manumits Era.
Haruka arches an eyebrow. "Well, have you figured it out, genius? Or do I have to spell it out again?"
"Are all mages capable of this?" you manage. The 'reality' and 'fact', really aren't sugar coated, not like you the reality you learned when you were younger.
Haruka's staff flickers and becomes an orb. It flutters around in a wide arc. It leaves a black glittery trail behind it. That staff must have several spells attached to it. Not like your plain wooden staff. All it could do was serve as a walking stick and a cudgel at times. Supposedly, the more ornate and metallic a staff is, the more powerful it is. Which means you must be incredibly strong in order to wield it. Her staff was absolutely lavish. It had a long silver handle with patterns carved along the top and bottom and a sparking crescent shaped maroon gem on top. Compared to your staff, which was only made out of oak, not even mahogany, her staff was like the difference between the heavens and the earth.
"No. Only the mages who were trained before King August took power. We were trained with all the secrets. But, as our freedom was lost, so were the secrets. In theory."
"What do you mean by 'in theory'?"
"She means as in you outsiders don't know." Serafina says a bit too harshly. "Haruka, let's go. It's clear that they won't understand. We've already spilled too much."
Haruka gives her a slight pout. "Aww, and they were just starting to amuse me! What a shame."
She skips towards Serafina, who slings her bag over her shoulder and stares at you coldly. "It appears I misjudged you. How rare that is."
She then walks towards you and whips out her hunting knife, points it at you and hisses:"Don't you dare speak of this to anyone. If you do, everything you love, admire and care about will be destroyed."
You nod fiercely, too frightened to speak. But your answer seems to satisfy her.
"Good. Haruka, let's go. We need to find Dominik and Lance, wherever those two idiots wandered off to."
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Seriously? The posts on this board lately have been from the same five, six people! That's almost worse than some of the boards on some other sites I'm a member of!
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Book Two: Lies Form the Upper Ranks of Society
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Out of your naive curiosity and impulsiveness, you follow them. They notice you, but don't say anything. Probably because they know you are no threat and would be a waste of time to deal with properly.
Many of the spells you see them using are rather unfamiliar. Strange they were indeed, but were immensely useful and used ingeniously. You see the difference between the way they use magic and the way you were taught. You were taught to use magic strictly to its initial purpose. Never were you to experiment, change or do anything of that nature with magic.
But, they were doing everything you were told not to do. They tweaked battle spells to suit their needs. Healing spells to fix small problems, changed the incantations of them by a word or two to change its effect. This is what magic is really about. Formulas, incantations and the basic rules of magic were meant to be used as guidelines. If you followed to only the rules, you would be limiting your own magic. In magic, you need to break the rules. If you don't, you'll never become strong. Creativity was what makes your magic strong- not endless practice in a conservative manner.
While you are pondering this, they abruptly stop, which halts your train of thought.
"There you are. Sorry we got so lost, we couldn't really understand your directions." a man apologizes.
"You got lost from this? 'Meet us at Rendezvous Point Espalier? We grew up with that code, Lance!" Serafina says in an exasperated voice.
"Well, I got a bit confused! Your Light Wings spell was fading when we got to Hallow Front! All I could make out was this: T-o L-a-n-c-e a- -d D-o-m-i-n-i-k M-e-e-t u-s R-e- d- - -v- -u-s -o-i-n-t E- - -a- -i-e-r. S-e-r-a-f-i-n-a a-n- H-a-r-u-k-a.'! How in the world should I be able to know?"
"Well, that was the very code Master taught us to use!"
"Um, not to be a nuisance in this charming reunion, but, shall we get past that?" Haruka sighs in a bored fashion.
"I agree. Although I would normally hate to agree with her. After all, she's only a little girl." another man says. You recognize him as Dominik Pique.
His remark was quite rude and obviously directed at Haruka. If looks could kill, Dominik would've been dead the moment he finished that remark.
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I just started reading a new manga series- Red Raven. Anyone heard of it?
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Book Two: Lies Form the Upper Ranks of Society
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Out of your naive curiosity and impulsiveness, you follow them. They notice you, but don't say anything. Probably because they know you are no threat and would be a waste of time to deal with properly.
Many of the spells you see them using are rather unfamiliar. Strange they were indeed, but were immensely useful and used ingeniously. You see the difference between the way they use magic and the way you were taught. You were taught to use magic strictly to its initial purpose. Never were you to experiment, change or do anything of that nature with magic.
But, they were doing everything you were told not to do. They tweaked battle spells to suit their needs. Healing spells to fix small problems, changed the incantations of them by a word or two to change its effect. This is what magic is really about. Formulas, incantations and the basic rules of magic were meant to be used as guidelines. If you followed to only the rules, you would be limiting your own magic. In magic, you need to break the rules. If you don't, you'll never become strong. Creativity was what makes your magic strong- not endless practice in a conservative manner.
While you are pondering this, they abruptly stop, which halts your train of thought.
"There you are. Sorry we got so lost, we couldn't really understand your directions." a man apologizes.
"You got lost from this? 'Meet us at Rendezvous Point Espalier? We grew up with that code, Lance!" Serafina says in an exasperated voice.
"Well, I got a bit confused! Your Light Wings spell was fading when we got to Hallow Front! All I could make out was this: T-o L-a-n-c-e a- -d D-o-m-i-n-i-k M-e-e-t u-s R-e- d- - -v- -u-s -o-i-n-t E- - -a- -i-e-r. S-e-r-a-f-i-n-a a-n- H-a-r-u-k-a.'! How in the world should I be able to know?"
"Well, that was the very code Master taught us to use!"
"Um, not to be a nuisance in this charming reunion, but, shall we get past that?" Haruka sighs in a bored fashion.
"I agree. Although I would normally hate to agree with her. After all, she's only a little girl." another man says. You recognize him as Dominik Pique.
His remark was quite rude and obviously directed at Haruka. If looks could kill, Dominik would've been dead the moment he finished that remark.
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I just started reading a new manga series- Red Raven. Anyone heard of it?
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Oh, so I guess I can't mention stuff like that. Oh well. I had a good laugh over people arguing over who the best Super Smash Bros. Melee player is in the world. Pretty troll-worthy. Oh, I guess it got pinned due to my new found consistency. I don't think I'll post this much during the next few months since I'll be immensely busy. I promise at least three posts per month since Saturdays are my only free days.
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Oh, so I guess I can't mention stuff like that. Oh well. I had a good laugh over people arguing over who the best Super Smash Bros. Melee player is in the world. Pretty troll-worthy. Oh, I guess it got pinned due to my new found consistency. I don't think I'll post this much during the next few months since I'll be immensely busy. I promise at least three posts per month since Saturdays are my only free days.
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Sorry for the long break. I picked up a new manga series called Necromancer, recently started another private home story, and began playing some other website games again.
"Yes, Dominik, I hate to have you agree with me. Unfortunately, our little friend hasn't been able to take a hint yet. May I presume he is using a camouflage spell to little or no use?" Haruka calls out.
Everything happens like they did before, only this time, she used a long black chain to drag you out.
Serafina gives you a look of pure disgust. "Ugh, not you again."
Dominik regards you with annoyance. "Little pest, don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong."
The man who you assume to be Lance, gives you a look of pity. "It's a shame. Your life will be cut short."
Haruka scowls. "You know too much. Knowledge isn't good for you in this world. It only gets you killed."
I'll leave it at that. Ooh, suspense.
Just to let you know, I have no knowledge of the actual plot here, other than the prologue, really. I'm just free writing it as I go and see fit.
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Sorry for the long break. I picked up a new manga series called Necromancer, recently started another private home story, and began playing some other website games again.
"Yes, Dominik, I hate to have you agree with me. Unfortunately, our little friend hasn't been able to take a hint yet. May I presume he is using a camouflage spell to little or no use?" Haruka calls out.
Everything happens like they did before, only this time, she used a long black chain to drag you out.
Serafina gives you a look of pure disgust. "Ugh, not you again."
Dominik regards you with annoyance. "Little pest, don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong."
The man who you assume to be Lance, gives you a look of pity. "It's a shame. Your life will be cut short."
Haruka scowls. "You know too much. Knowledge isn't good for you in this world. It only gets you killed."
I'll leave it at that. Ooh, suspense.
Just to let you know, I have no knowledge of the actual plot here, other than the prologue, really. I'm just free writing it as I go and see fit.
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One word. Seriously?
Seriously?
SERIOUSLY!?
Ahem. So, for reasons under certain circumstances , may not be listed.
I actually had a fanfiction planned out, (the name is similar to maple syrup. Its North American service sucks big time. Stupid hackers, stealing all my monsters for training). So, I'm going to stop this story because it's getting nowhere. I don't even know the story anymore. I lost my connection to my horror story. I'm sorry-ish.
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One word. Seriously?
Seriously?
SERIOUSLY!?
Ahem. So, for reasons under certain circumstances , may not be listed.
I actually had a fanfiction planned out, (the name is similar to maple syrup. Its North American service sucks big time. Stupid hackers, stealing all my monsters for training). So, I'm going to stop this story because it's getting nowhere. I don't even know the story anymore. I lost my connection to my horror story. I'm sorry-ish.
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Okay, I am back! A lot has happened since March, so here's a quick summary:
I found somewhere to post stories with darker and more mature themes without too much worry. I went on a brief hiatus to write a short story of 2500 words, which then became a 5000 word story (fail, I know =_=). So, I wrote a collection of monologues that hit me one day in Language class while we were talking about the Incas.
Anyway, please excuse any parts that seem very confusing because I had to...alter it to make it appropriate. Trust me, it hurts me to change it. And I'm not sure why I would post such a story here. Maybe I'm going crazy? I've been listening to iNSaNiTY too much. I blame HetaOni!
Monologue One: Who Am I?
The dagger nears me. I feel great pain.
I stare at nothing in particular and collapse.
I can hear the cries of victory.
The powerful commander has fallen.
The war will be won.
My master will certainly fade.
I will certainly fade.
Yet, I feel no remorse, sorrow nor anger.
Only emptiness.
I think of all the things I have done. My life will be remembered as short and, perhaps, evil.
When I fade I will surely have my name blotted from the history books. The ultimate sign of disrespect.
I deserve no less.
What is this scarlet I see?
My crimson stain?
I have not seen crimson stains since I was very young. I have never seen my own crimson stains, to be quite honest. My enemies have usually fallen before they can lay a finger on me.
I remember my childhood. My parents were fell to the Sovereign Knights. They took care my parents with ease, but they spared me. They did not even blink twice about leaving a young child in such a situation.
I remember that being the very last time I cried.
Who am I?
Am I insignificant?
Am I pitiable?
Am I invisible?
No, none of those sound right.
After the Sovereign Knights left, my master appeared. He was kind to me. He offered to teach magic to me.
Magic?
I eagerly accepted.
Magic meant power.
Power meant revenge.
I did not see how master is an evil man. He is only a great magician with great dreams.
Or so I had thought.
Who am I?
Am I significant?
Am I special?
Am I visible?
No, none of those sound right.
Only a few years ago did he begin to wage war against the corrupt country.
I became one of his commanders.
He told me to abandon all emotion that day.
And so I did.
Anger, sorrow, pain envy.
All gone.
Happiness, joy, surprise, compassion.
All gone.
The only one I spared was loyalty. A great loyalty to my master.
It is getting difficult to breathe.
A brilliant red is dancing among my vision.
The once beautiful green grass was now an ugly crimson stain. It was trampled and had many clumps of it yanked out.
Ugly.
Absolutely ugly.
Who am I?
Am I pain?
Am I joy?
Am I invisible?
No, none of those sound right.
At the time, I did what he told me without a protest. After all, he was my saviour.
Now, I realize what he asked of, were nothing more than atrocities.
Countless innocent people were rid of.
I did not even think twice.
Remorse was unknown to me.
Crimson is the only colour I can see.
I have so little time to live.
I will die within the next hour.
I do not care.
I wish to fade away.
Who am I?
Am I despicable?
Am I false?
Am I visible?
No, none of those sound right.
Love is something I have not experienced.
Correction: True love, is something I have not experienced.
Unrequited love is something I have experienced.
They were so fetching.
Kind eyes, a kind smile. They were everything I am not.
They despised me. They hurt me. They called me evil.
They are no longer with us.
They are exactly six feet beneath me.
They were so cruel.
Who am I?
Am I ugly?
Am I pretty?
Am I invisible?
No, none of those sound right.
I came in to this battle, confident in my victory.
No one could harm me.
My magic would overpower them.
If only I knew how wrong I was.
We were winning until the Great Hero came.
He wiped out my entire army.
I fell in love.
Again, it was unobtainable.
When he approached me, I could not raise my weapon.
I only constructed a hasty barrier.
It was too weak.
I was too clumsy.
Who am I?
Am I evil?
Am I disgusting?
Am I visible?
No, none of those sound right.
My wings could no longer support me.
I fell to the ground.
I held on to abdomen. Crimson stains. Crimson stains had tainted my hands.
He gave me a look of pure disgust.
I feel water. The rain is staining my cheeks.
Rain?
No, I am crying.
I cry as I try to speak.
No voice comes out.
He is making a fool out of me.
So many emotions flood in to me.
Anger, sorrow.
Even happiness and joy.
As he walks off, I begin to laugh.
A crazy, hysterical laugh.
I do not want to fade.
I want to live.
I want to see a new world.
I want to laugh and smile with someone.
I do not want to fade.
I do not want to fade.
Who am I?
I now know the answer.
I am myself.
I am not a marionette.
I am Laerienna Vesart.
And I do not want to fade.
I tried my best to change it. I cut out a large chunk of it and I tried to use different words for red. Scarlet, crimson, I was even going to start using jam.
Either way, I think it's cute how she refers to it as crimson stain. I actually derived it from Red Raven when Basil starts saying that he's stained and human beings were stained existences. Please alter anything that may be 'inappropriate' so I know what to change. Thank you! Or, as Lili would say: Danke!
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Okay, I am back! A lot has happened since March, so here's a quick summary:
I found somewhere to post stories with darker and more mature themes without too much worry. I went on a brief hiatus to write a short story of 2500 words, which then became a 5000 word story (fail, I know =_=). So, I wrote a collection of monologues that hit me one day in Language class while we were talking about the Incas.
Anyway, please excuse any parts that seem very confusing because I had to...alter it to make it appropriate. Trust me, it hurts me to change it. And I'm not sure why I would post such a story here. Maybe I'm going crazy? I've been listening to iNSaNiTY too much. I blame HetaOni!
Monologue One: Who Am I?
The dagger nears me. I feel great pain.
I stare at nothing in particular and collapse.
I can hear the cries of victory.
The powerful commander has fallen.
The war will be won.
My master will certainly fade.
I will certainly fade.
Yet, I feel no remorse, sorrow nor anger.
Only emptiness.
I think of all the things I have done. My life will be remembered as short and, perhaps, evil.
When I fade I will surely have my name blotted from the history books. The ultimate sign of disrespect.
I deserve no less.
What is this scarlet I see?
My crimson stain?
I have not seen crimson stains since I was very young. I have never seen my own crimson stains, to be quite honest. My enemies have usually fallen before they can lay a finger on me.
I remember my childhood. My parents were fell to the Sovereign Knights. They took care my parents with ease, but they spared me. They did not even blink twice about leaving a young child in such a situation.
I remember that being the very last time I cried.
Who am I?
Am I insignificant?
Am I pitiable?
Am I invisible?
No, none of those sound right.
After the Sovereign Knights left, my master appeared. He was kind to me. He offered to teach magic to me.
Magic?
I eagerly accepted.
Magic meant power.
Power meant revenge.
I did not see how master is an evil man. He is only a great magician with great dreams.
Or so I had thought.
Who am I?
Am I significant?
Am I special?
Am I visible?
No, none of those sound right.
Only a few years ago did he begin to wage war against the corrupt country.
I became one of his commanders.
He told me to abandon all emotion that day.
And so I did.
Anger, sorrow, pain envy.
All gone.
Happiness, joy, surprise, compassion.
All gone.
The only one I spared was loyalty. A great loyalty to my master.
It is getting difficult to breathe.
A brilliant red is dancing among my vision.
The once beautiful green grass was now an ugly crimson stain. It was trampled and had many clumps of it yanked out.
Ugly.
Absolutely ugly.
Who am I?
Am I pain?
Am I joy?
Am I invisible?
No, none of those sound right.
At the time, I did what he told me without a protest. After all, he was my saviour.
Now, I realize what he asked of, were nothing more than atrocities.
Countless innocent people were rid of.
I did not even think twice.
Remorse was unknown to me.
Crimson is the only colour I can see.
I have so little time to live.
I will die within the next hour.
I do not care.
I wish to fade away.
Who am I?
Am I despicable?
Am I false?
Am I visible?
No, none of those sound right.
Love is something I have not experienced.
Correction: True love, is something I have not experienced.
Unrequited love is something I have experienced.
They were so fetching.
Kind eyes, a kind smile. They were everything I am not.
They despised me. They hurt me. They called me evil.
They are no longer with us.
They are exactly six feet beneath me.
They were so cruel.
Who am I?
Am I ugly?
Am I pretty?
Am I invisible?
No, none of those sound right.
I came in to this battle, confident in my victory.
No one could harm me.
My magic would overpower them.
If only I knew how wrong I was.
We were winning until the Great Hero came.
He wiped out my entire army.
I fell in love.
Again, it was unobtainable.
When he approached me, I could not raise my weapon.
I only constructed a hasty barrier.
It was too weak.
I was too clumsy.
Who am I?
Am I evil?
Am I disgusting?
Am I visible?
No, none of those sound right.
My wings could no longer support me.
I fell to the ground.
I held on to abdomen. Crimson stains. Crimson stains had tainted my hands.
He gave me a look of pure disgust.
I feel water. The rain is staining my cheeks.
Rain?
No, I am crying.
I cry as I try to speak.
No voice comes out.
He is making a fool out of me.
So many emotions flood in to me.
Anger, sorrow.
Even happiness and joy.
As he walks off, I begin to laugh.
A crazy, hysterical laugh.
I do not want to fade.
I want to live.
I want to see a new world.
I want to laugh and smile with someone.
I do not want to fade.
I do not want to fade.
Who am I?
I now know the answer.
I am myself.
I am not a marionette.
I am Laerienna Vesart.
And I do not want to fade.
I tried my best to change it. I cut out a large chunk of it and I tried to use different words for red. Scarlet, crimson, I was even going to start using jam.
Either way, I think it's cute how she refers to it as crimson stain. I actually derived it from Red Raven when Basil starts saying that he's stained and human beings were stained existences. Please alter anything that may be 'inappropriate' so I know what to change. Thank you! Or, as Lili would say: Danke!
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Here's the second part. Again, heavy editing and revisions were done. Oh, am I not allowed to make Hetalia references?
Monologue Two: The Other Side
My dagger nears the great commander.
I watch as she stares at her down and collapses.
My army cheers, yet I do not.
Why do I feel such sorrow?
The great commander has fallen.
The war will be won.
The evil magician will fade.
I will live.
Yet, sorrow has taken over my heart.
Any mirth is gone from me.
I remember my reasons for joining this war. With today, I shall be hailed as the True Great Hero.
When I die, everyone will mourn me, considering all the 'great' things I have done in life.
My weapons shall be put on display and my cape worshipped. The ultimate signs of respect.
I deserve less.
What is this red liquid that is all over me?
Is this the scarlet fluid?
This is not mine. This is the commander's. I am quite relieved. I cannot stand seeing my own scarlet fluid.
I remember my motivation now. The commander was the one who erased my brother. She fell in love with him, but my brother hated her. He called her evil. So, she erased him. I shall never forgive her for that. I was so upset over his loss; I remember all the tears I shed.
I remember that being the last time I ever cried.
Who am I?
Am I weak?
Am I pathetic?
Am I wrong?
No, none of those sound right.
After his passing, I was enraged. I wished for power. When I heard about the war, I began to train like a madman. Then, a Sovereign Knight General offered to train me. He offered to teach me swordplay.
Swordplay?
I accepted without hesitation.
Learning how to use a sword meant power.
Power meant revenge.
I never knew why he didn't ever go to the war. I always thought it was because he was so high ranked, it was unnecessary.
But, now I know the real reason.
Who am I?
Am I strong?
Am I useful?
Am I right?
No, none of those sound right.
It has only been three or four years since the evil magician began to wage war against our glorious country.
I became a Sovereign Knight to serve my country.
I abandoned my emotions to keep my focus.
Anger, sorrow, pain and envy?
I left them behind.
Happiness, joy, surprise, love?
I left them all behind.
The only ones I kept were compassion and loyalty. Compassion and loyalty to my country.
The great commander is beginning to struggle. With any luck, she will fade without too much pain.
Her scarlet fluid is spilling all over the once beautiful green grass. The green grass is now hideously stained.
The once beautiful grassland has now turned in to an ugly battlefield.
Absolutely ugly.
Who am I?
Am I anger?
Am I sorrow?
Am I wrong?
No, none of those sound right.
The commander is despicable. She carried out the evil magician's deeds.
All of his deeds were nothing but absolute atrocities.
My own family was erased because of her.
I shall never forgive her.
She doesn't even seem to realize how evil her actions were and still are.
That is why I despise her.
She must be nearing her end.
I wish to celebrate that.
She will surely fade.
I wish to celebrate that as well.
Yet, I cannot. I feel such sorrow when I see her.
Who am I?
Am I righteous?
Am I true?
Am I right?
No, none of those sound right.
I remember when a year back, when there was a girl who fancied me.
I did not have any feelings for her.
She was too shallow; only seeing me as the 'Great Hero', rather than myself
She kept trying to pursue me.
Finally, I had enough and told her the truth.
She was absolutely crestfallen.
The next day, we found her erased.
And it would be blamed on me.
But, I feel no remorse for what she did.
Who am I?
Am I cruel?
Am I arrogant?
Am I wrong?
No, none of those sound right.
I came in to this battle when all hope was gone.
They trusted me to bring hope and victory.
No one could harm me.
I was too strong.
They were winning until I came in.
I wiped out the entire army.
I felt my hate for the commander drive me to victory.
She would not and could not harm me.
When I approached her, she strangely did not raise her weapon.
Is she mocking me?
She only constructed a pathetically weak barrier.
And I lifted my blade.
Who am I?
Am I good?
Am I apathetic?
Am I right?
No, none of those sound right.
I watched as she fell.
She was probably too shocked to have her wings support her.
She desperately tries to tend to her abdomen.
I gave her a pure look of disgust.
A feeling of guilt tugs my gut as I watch her cry.
I try to convince myself that I am doing the right thing.
She tries to speak, but fails miserably.
I try to not look away.
I want to apologize to her.
I realize I am making a fool out of her.
I try to control the emotions surging through me.
I feel a sense of awfulness going through me.
Why? I cannot make any sense of it.
I walk away, trying to keep my emotions in check.
Suddenly, I hear her laugh. A high, crazy laugh.
I turn to see her laughing and crying.
I realize I do not want her to fade.
All this time I thought she was evil, she was just mislead.
Surely, she would not have gone down this road on her own.
Perhaps, she was just manipulated in to becoming evil.
I truly do not want her to die anymore.
Who am I?
I know the answer now.
I am despicable.
I am a marionette in this war.
I, Elaster Espalier.
And I am nothing more than a marionette.
This was surprisingly harder to edit. Actually, a LOT harder. Oh, I hope you don't mind me fangirling over here. Yes, I have gotten in to slash over the summer. But I like those adorkably fluffy ones that you can get cavities from. Like Kiss Kiss for LietPol. I squealed after reading that. I got really in to NorIce, SuFin and SpaMano. And I got really in to pirates. I balme Pirate! Hetalia. And Dark! Hetaia. I also think I'm starting to develop a love of fancy hats. Iggy in a feathered hat...
I can't update Dew of Memories because I'm part of another caravan. Sorry, PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!
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Here's the second part. Again, heavy editing and revisions were done. Oh, am I not allowed to make Hetalia references?
Monologue Two: The Other Side
My dagger nears the great commander.
I watch as she stares at her down and collapses.
My army cheers, yet I do not.
Why do I feel such sorrow?
The great commander has fallen.
The war will be won.
The evil magician will fade.
I will live.
Yet, sorrow has taken over my heart.
Any mirth is gone from me.
I remember my reasons for joining this war. With today, I shall be hailed as the True Great Hero.
When I die, everyone will mourn me, considering all the 'great' things I have done in life.
My weapons shall be put on display and my cape worshipped. The ultimate signs of respect.
I deserve less.
What is this red liquid that is all over me?
Is this the scarlet fluid?
This is not mine. This is the commander's. I am quite relieved. I cannot stand seeing my own scarlet fluid.
I remember my motivation now. The commander was the one who erased my brother. She fell in love with him, but my brother hated her. He called her evil. So, she erased him. I shall never forgive her for that. I was so upset over his loss; I remember all the tears I shed.
I remember that being the last time I ever cried.
Who am I?
Am I weak?
Am I pathetic?
Am I wrong?
No, none of those sound right.
After his passing, I was enraged. I wished for power. When I heard about the war, I began to train like a madman. Then, a Sovereign Knight General offered to train me. He offered to teach me swordplay.
Swordplay?
I accepted without hesitation.
Learning how to use a sword meant power.
Power meant revenge.
I never knew why he didn't ever go to the war. I always thought it was because he was so high ranked, it was unnecessary.
But, now I know the real reason.
Who am I?
Am I strong?
Am I useful?
Am I right?
No, none of those sound right.
It has only been three or four years since the evil magician began to wage war against our glorious country.
I became a Sovereign Knight to serve my country.
I abandoned my emotions to keep my focus.
Anger, sorrow, pain and envy?
I left them behind.
Happiness, joy, surprise, love?
I left them all behind.
The only ones I kept were compassion and loyalty. Compassion and loyalty to my country.
The great commander is beginning to struggle. With any luck, she will fade without too much pain.
Her scarlet fluid is spilling all over the once beautiful green grass. The green grass is now hideously stained.
The once beautiful grassland has now turned in to an ugly battlefield.
Absolutely ugly.
Who am I?
Am I anger?
Am I sorrow?
Am I wrong?
No, none of those sound right.
The commander is despicable. She carried out the evil magician's deeds.
All of his deeds were nothing but absolute atrocities.
My own family was erased because of her.
I shall never forgive her.
She doesn't even seem to realize how evil her actions were and still are.
That is why I despise her.
She must be nearing her end.
I wish to celebrate that.
She will surely fade.
I wish to celebrate that as well.
Yet, I cannot. I feel such sorrow when I see her.
Who am I?
Am I righteous?
Am I true?
Am I right?
No, none of those sound right.
I remember when a year back, when there was a girl who fancied me.
I did not have any feelings for her.
She was too shallow; only seeing me as the 'Great Hero', rather than myself
She kept trying to pursue me.
Finally, I had enough and told her the truth.
She was absolutely crestfallen.
The next day, we found her erased.
And it would be blamed on me.
But, I feel no remorse for what she did.
Who am I?
Am I cruel?
Am I arrogant?
Am I wrong?
No, none of those sound right.
I came in to this battle when all hope was gone.
They trusted me to bring hope and victory.
No one could harm me.
I was too strong.
They were winning until I came in.
I wiped out the entire army.
I felt my hate for the commander drive me to victory.
She would not and could not harm me.
When I approached her, she strangely did not raise her weapon.
Is she mocking me?
She only constructed a pathetically weak barrier.
And I lifted my blade.
Who am I?
Am I good?
Am I apathetic?
Am I right?
No, none of those sound right.
I watched as she fell.
She was probably too shocked to have her wings support her.
She desperately tries to tend to her abdomen.
I gave her a pure look of disgust.
A feeling of guilt tugs my gut as I watch her cry.
I try to convince myself that I am doing the right thing.
She tries to speak, but fails miserably.
I try to not look away.
I want to apologize to her.
I realize I am making a fool out of her.
I try to control the emotions surging through me.
I feel a sense of awfulness going through me.
Why? I cannot make any sense of it.
I walk away, trying to keep my emotions in check.
Suddenly, I hear her laugh. A high, crazy laugh.
I turn to see her laughing and crying.
I realize I do not want her to fade.
All this time I thought she was evil, she was just mislead.
Surely, she would not have gone down this road on her own.
Perhaps, she was just manipulated in to becoming evil.
I truly do not want her to die anymore.
Who am I?
I know the answer now.
I am despicable.
I am a marionette in this war.
I, Elaster Espalier.
And I am nothing more than a marionette.
This was surprisingly harder to edit. Actually, a LOT harder. Oh, I hope you don't mind me fangirling over here. Yes, I have gotten in to slash over the summer. But I like those adorkably fluffy ones that you can get cavities from. Like Kiss Kiss for LietPol. I squealed after reading that. I got really in to NorIce, SuFin and SpaMano. And I got really in to pirates. I balme Pirate! Hetalia. And Dark! Hetaia. I also think I'm starting to develop a love of fancy hats. Iggy in a feathered hat...
I can't update Dew of Memories because I'm part of another caravan. Sorry, PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!
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