Chronicles Of The Beginning

[Shadeleaf 1022]

Preface

Shae'tan rested its gauntlets at its sides, falling backwards upon the icy wall which it oh so oft rested. Its conscience flickered, and something... something had changed. The hive-mind was weak... still accessible undoubtedly, but its connection to the master.... so far away. With a thud Shae'tan fall against the wall, its mind left to wander as Setheiren was left to gather what was left of the mentally shattered, maladaptable Harbinger... but in this time, there was no corruption. Shae'tan's mind... Shaela's mind, one in the same, were simply left... to wander

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Part I

      Her eyes flew open, a blinding yellow from their original colour of deep brown... something had changed. She gasped, breath filling her lungs as she turned about in her sheets, the area by her bed cold as a winter’s night and the only light into her room coming through the window by the side of her bed. The dorm she lived in had little to speak of for candles, and generally no light whatsoever by any automatic means, hence, she relied on the moon to stand from the bed, throwing the thin sheets back as he feet hit the cool wood planked floor.
      “Shae~” a hum flowed through the room, a voice omnipresent and... oddly welcomed against the stagnant night air. Gaze flicking about, she scanned the area about her bed before taking slow steps backwards across the room. Shaela’s breathing quickened along with her pulse. At this point, fear was the emotion of this night.
      “Come now dear... it can’t be that cold.” whispered the voice once more, her gaze set on the window as a small chirp of a scream escaped her throat. Golden eyes soon appearing just beyond the braced glass. “I’m only here to help of course” it reassured and even against the pitch-black of the night, tendrils of something... darker, became visible entering from the borders of the window. The mist writhed across her bed before pooling upon the floor perhaps 3 meters from the girl, growing into a small mound as time passed.
      In a near panic, Shaela focused her mind, clenching her right fist as it advanced, emerald and silver strands of power generating about her arm and flowing over the now raised fist, aimed
towards the figure. “And... be sure m’dear, there is no need for that.” the mist reassured, golden eyes hovering within the smog as a hand reached from within, withering back with a screech upon contact with the silver mist, but there after reprising its efforts until the magic was fully stanched, and only the moon backlit its now hulking, hunched figure of void.
     “Xan’s mist?” it questioned, “I would have imagined Sarah would have told you what it doesn't harm then?” it questioned, a small toothy grin coming to the mist’s being as it shrunk down to a more... mortal, size, Shae’s eyes wide and her disposition shrunk back as the freezing mist encased her hand.
     “Drkaa...” she began, only to be hushed by soft hand against her mouth, the cold gone from it’s touch, replaced by a blissful warmth. “Far from it...” the now humanoid figure hummed, black hair cast over its face, and upon it’s body draped a simple grey robe laced with golden fringe upon the edges. “You seem cold...” it muttered, slipping said cloak from it’s back and exchanging it to Shaela’s shoulders, hanging over her arms loosely as the figure stepped back, “Perhaps that may help.”
      Dumbfounded by this point, Shaela could only mouth words, stammering out a few with enough time, “Wha-... what are you...”. “Think of me... as an anguel, your anguel.” the figure said with a smile, skin of human tone, far from Shaela’s own dusky grey. “I’m here to protect... and with the upcoming journey, I believe it is... far past, time we were to meet.”. With glossed over eyes Shaela accepted this with a blind nod, the cloak warming all parts of her body, as if enchanted like that of Ameleo’s... oh how she loved his cloak. “Yo-... Your name?” she questioned, adding hesitantly after, “Anguel?”.

      A small, albeit slightly malevolent chuckle rippled through the mist as it spoke, “Just call me Seth dear... expect me soon, as the night grows short.” it said with a bow, wisps of the smog left in its trail “I’ll be watching.” it stated out right, before as in the same fashion it entered, it exited... With a long pause and time of silence, Shaela paced back around, flicking her wrist as the silver and emerald light generated once more, casting shadows about the now frigid room. She paced over once more to her bed, visibly and mentally shocked by the experience, yet not cold... the cloak was quite warm after all.

 

Part II

 

      The foyer was expansive to say the least, marble pillars and intricate designs inlaid the floor, their beauty only marveled by the immaculate tapestries and stained glass windows about the walls. Shaela rubbed her eyes, silver hair tied back in a ponytail with the.... magnificent, cloak draped over her fully, its size lending to the trail it left behind her, and the heavy slack it allowed over her hands. She gazed about, blinking a few times, eyes more... hazle, this morning than the yellow of the before night.

      Making her way to the center, Shaela passed many dressed in the armor of the Golden Lance warriors, all armed to the teeth with the occasional even providing her a respectful bow with the mutter of “Apostle...”. She continued on as usual, the routine having become near on reflex over the years she spent within the castle. Then she saw him.

      A grin crossed her face, eyes squinting into a more mischievous look as she pressed her back against one of the marble pillars closest to herself, just peeking out from behind it to look his way.

      What came Shaela’s way could be described as divine, his armor shining like the light of  the sun, polished silver and gold accenting each other perfectly. Besides the bulky protection, he carried a heavy halberd, the blade atop seeming to almost glow, undoubtedly enhanced by Hillan or Herun themselves. If not only to further his appearance, crisp blond hair laid across his shoulders with a rare elegance, his blue green eyes shining out, even in the hall of opulence.

With a well practiced prayer, Shaela pushed her hands together, the flow of wind picking up within the hall as a small ball of pure white energy formed at her feet, some pulsing later defining itself into a feline, the tail resting upon the ground as it sat staring at her. “Reti... fetch.” Shaela said in a hushed voice, tapping the side of the pillar as the small familiar bounded out from behind, running directly towards the armored figure.

      Shaela held her breath and concentration as she heard the sonorous ‘boom’ which she had grown so accustomed to with the little creature, followed thereafter by a rancorous clang of armor. “Game, set, match Ame...” she snickered, feet pounding against the ground as she charged in the same path the familiar followed, leaping headlong towards the fallen figure.

Laughter sprung about the hall as she hovered directly above the fallen figure, a grin plastered on her face as evoked wind whipped beneath her... overshadowing a very unimpressed, very immobilized warrior. For the moment in which she did stay there, their eyes met, a slight spark still visible in Ameleo’s eyes, even past the burning rage that shadowed them. She let herself down, kneeling upon his chest as she tilted her head, “Fifth time this week... Weren’t you trained against the undead?” she questioned smugly. 

     Rolling his eyes and composing himself, Amaleo threw one hand up, batting away Shaela, the familiar having already strode back behind the pillar for what cover there could be had. With a practiced and aided step onto her feet, Shaela looked down with a grin, the warrior getting up soon thereafter as she turned about, charcoal cloak  fluttering with the movement. “Lets get moving, He can’t be kept waiting, you know what happens when we leave Him waiting~” she mused, humming as Ameleo caught up slowly but surely, fumbling all the while with the halberd.

“Shaela.” he started to growl, reaching to put a gauntlet upon her shoulder before noticing the new garment. Opening his mouth to speak, he thought better of the action, all at once remembering his place... in public at least.

      The pair approached the center dias of the small area, seven pale shrouded figures and their armored companions already waiting them in a semi-circle. At the head of the circle stood one more greatly adorned, hands upon a pedestal resting on a lowered section of floor. As Shaela and Ameleo filled  the empty gap within the semi-circle, his eyes rose, by his side taking up a gnarled black staff that seemed to writhe with dark energy. He set it upon the pedestal for all to see, and with a hesitant breath, spoke, “Greetings again... might Xan bless your presence apostles. We meet today as any other, yet for a much different reason.” his eyes scanned the crowd before resting upon Shaela, “Something darker is about these lands. Two... of that something...” he trailed off, raising his right hand towards Shaela, motioning her down casually before straightening his back. “I think you might be able to tell us a bit more... Apostle...”

 

((OOC))

Hey there everyone, this is going to be a... crazy amount of parts series. A bit on the back story on a certain harbinger and holy order, as I think both are long overdue. Stay tuned as I plan to release a part or so everyday depending on my time... and oh hell is this going to be a story :3

[Galendar 631]

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