Ahmose
Cassalandria
The High Priestess ("The Mother")
Jazminya
Korylra
Kyrla
Velinya
Alekia
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Take Overs
Things got worse as the hearts throbbed and ached. The next morning...
"What do you mean a letter?" Moros asks as he dressed for the day, glancing over towards Pascho.
Pascho nods, "Yeah! Apparently the sisters want to talk with everyone who didn't get Chosen."
"That's odd. Never heard of them doing stuff to those who didn't get chosen." Moros bites his lower lip in thought, "Yeah why not. Let's go."
Pascho flashes a grin, "Excellent. Maybe I'll get to see Cassalandria again and thank her for saving me."
Moros snorts, "You got saved by a girl."
Pascho rolls his eyes, wandering out of the dorm room.
The two wander back to the temple hall, standing before them were two of the six sisters.
"Welcome, students! We will be breaking tradition this year! All of you will be receiving gifts of this world! But before you are to receive these destined blessings, Six of you must become evil... The counterparts to the Chosen. The Yin to their Yang. Unlike the Chosen, we will allow Six of you to chose for yourself if you want this destiny!" The older of the two girls shouts.
Pascho's eyes light up in excitement.
"Now most of you must be wondering why it is we are doing this. The answer is simple. Yesterday you bore witness to an act of heroism by one of the sisters to protect your friend and fellow student. So in return, me and sister Jazminya have decided to allow her a fighting chance. We will be taking six of you to become her Chosen six. You will be her defenders even if that means the Chosen will hate you." Korylra shouts to all of the students.
"I volunteer!" Pascho raises his hand, no hesitation.
"Pascho! Are you crazy?" Moros whispers to him, trying to pull his hand down.
"Dude. She got in this mess because of me, least I can do is be one of her defenders." Pascho shoves off of him and walks up.
Kory smiles and hands him a clear crystal, "You will be the defender against Pyrithist, the Machine. You will control the emotions that he cannot feel."
Pascho nods, standing by the sisters side.
Moros sighs, "Guess I'll help too." He wanders up.
"You will be the defender against Phronous, the Mind-Breaker. You will control the soul that she can no longer use." Kory hands him a black stone.
Moros frowns at this, not understanding what they mean against defend against Phronous.
"We'll aid the Outcast!" A boy, Mesmerian, shouts, walking up with another boy by his side.
"You sir will defend against Ervus, The Earth Mover. You will create the illusions that his mind cannot view, the sights it cannot see." She hands a glittering gem to Mesmerian, then turns to the other boy, "And you, Karimor, will defend against Lybria, The Storm-Caller. You will become that which needs no breath, does not feel the water." And with that she hands him a metallic gem.
"I will lend my aid." A girl, Metaeno, steps up.
"You will defend against Pirus, The Flame. You will become that which holds no true form, something that she cannot burn nor freeze." She hands her a pale green gem.
"I will aid them." Stepped forth a girl with red hair.
Blinking, Kory nods, "Alright then, Alekia. You will defend against Zyo.. Your brother. You will be what he cannot see, what he cannot track."
Alekia nods as she takes the gem, "I understand."
"These are our champions!" Kory calls to the rest of the students, "They will path the way for you to write your own fates! Use these well!"
Jazminya began walking around, passing out stones and telling the holders what they did.
"We will strike down the High Priestess and her Chosen! We will defeat the gods! We will take back our lands and make the world how we wish it!" Kory continues shouting, being met with cheers.
Moros's eyes widen, "Oh no..."
"What do you mean a letter?" Moros asks as he dressed for the day, glancing over towards Pascho.
Pascho nods, "Yeah! Apparently the sisters want to talk with everyone who didn't get Chosen."
"That's odd. Never heard of them doing stuff to those who didn't get chosen." Moros bites his lower lip in thought, "Yeah why not. Let's go."
Pascho flashes a grin, "Excellent. Maybe I'll get to see Cassalandria again and thank her for saving me."
Moros snorts, "You got saved by a girl."
Pascho rolls his eyes, wandering out of the dorm room.
The two wander back to the temple hall, standing before them were two of the six sisters.
"Welcome, students! We will be breaking tradition this year! All of you will be receiving gifts of this world! But before you are to receive these destined blessings, Six of you must become evil... The counterparts to the Chosen. The Yin to their Yang. Unlike the Chosen, we will allow Six of you to chose for yourself if you want this destiny!" The older of the two girls shouts.
Pascho's eyes light up in excitement.
"Now most of you must be wondering why it is we are doing this. The answer is simple. Yesterday you bore witness to an act of heroism by one of the sisters to protect your friend and fellow student. So in return, me and sister Jazminya have decided to allow her a fighting chance. We will be taking six of you to become her Chosen six. You will be her defenders even if that means the Chosen will hate you." Korylra shouts to all of the students.
"I volunteer!" Pascho raises his hand, no hesitation.
"Pascho! Are you crazy?" Moros whispers to him, trying to pull his hand down.
"Dude. She got in this mess because of me, least I can do is be one of her defenders." Pascho shoves off of him and walks up.
Kory smiles and hands him a clear crystal, "You will be the defender against Pyrithist, the Machine. You will control the emotions that he cannot feel."
Pascho nods, standing by the sisters side.
Moros sighs, "Guess I'll help too." He wanders up.
"You will be the defender against Phronous, the Mind-Breaker. You will control the soul that she can no longer use." Kory hands him a black stone.
Moros frowns at this, not understanding what they mean against defend against Phronous.
"We'll aid the Outcast!" A boy, Mesmerian, shouts, walking up with another boy by his side.
"You sir will defend against Ervus, The Earth Mover. You will create the illusions that his mind cannot view, the sights it cannot see." She hands a glittering gem to Mesmerian, then turns to the other boy, "And you, Karimor, will defend against Lybria, The Storm-Caller. You will become that which needs no breath, does not feel the water." And with that she hands him a metallic gem.
"I will lend my aid." A girl, Metaeno, steps up.
"You will defend against Pirus, The Flame. You will become that which holds no true form, something that she cannot burn nor freeze." She hands her a pale green gem.
"I will aid them." Stepped forth a girl with red hair.
Blinking, Kory nods, "Alright then, Alekia. You will defend against Zyo.. Your brother. You will be what he cannot see, what he cannot track."
Alekia nods as she takes the gem, "I understand."
"These are our champions!" Kory calls to the rest of the students, "They will path the way for you to write your own fates! Use these well!"
Jazminya began walking around, passing out stones and telling the holders what they did.
"We will strike down the High Priestess and her Chosen! We will defeat the gods! We will take back our lands and make the world how we wish it!" Kory continues shouting, being met with cheers.
Moros's eyes widen, "Oh no..."
Blind Faith
Later that evening at the Temple of the Sisterhood...
"What do you mean she became the Outcast?! She didn't do anything wrong!" A girl with flowing black gasps.
"Mother you can't be serious. You have to beg the gods for her foolish mistake to protect the blasphemy of a boy!" Another girl says, her hair a neon green.
"I will not speak with the gods again. She has made her choice, Korylra." The High Priestess sighs, taking a weak breath, "I am retiring to my room now. None of you are to speak to her."
"This is absurd!" Korylra, the green haired, shouts in frustration.
"The Mother has made her choice, Korylra. We must honor it." Another girl says, leaning against a doorway with her arms crossed.
"Kyrla! We can't just stand by when one of our sisters is being punished for a crime she did not commit!" Kory says, turning angrily towards the sister.
"She chose to be punished for the boys crime. She did what we were raised to do." Kyrla looks at her with a pokerface.
"So we're just to accept this?!" Kory grits her teeth.
"It's fine sister.. I am willing to do this.. To waver in my decision would look bad on the sisters." Cassie steps out of her room, wiping away the last of her tears from her red eyes.
"Cass..." Kory frowns.
"I will be fine. Besides, someone was bound to get this destiny. I rather it be me then anyone else. No one should suffer to be alone." Cassandra offers a smile of reassurance.
"Don't do this, big sister..." The girl with black hair whimpers.
"Jazminya.. You're older then me, I don't know why you refer to me as big sister." Cassie moves over to the girl, though 'Jaz' was a good foot shorter; Cassie ruffles Jazminya's hair.
"Cassalandria!" Kyrla's eyes widen.
Cassie frowns, pulling her hand away as it begins turning black, "Right... Outcasts can't touch the Sisters."
"You should just go." An older girl growls, her nose twitching.
"You are right, Sister Velinya... I will leave now." Cass says, returning to inside her room.
"Must you be so cold on her, Velinya!" Korylra lashes out, sending a slash of purple energy towards her, destroying the stone next to Vel.
"We must be cold, you know that. She is to become our greatest enemy. She will end up destroying this world." Velinya says, frowning.
"What do you mean she became the Outcast?! She didn't do anything wrong!" A girl with flowing black gasps.
"Mother you can't be serious. You have to beg the gods for her foolish mistake to protect the blasphemy of a boy!" Another girl says, her hair a neon green.
"I will not speak with the gods again. She has made her choice, Korylra." The High Priestess sighs, taking a weak breath, "I am retiring to my room now. None of you are to speak to her."
"This is absurd!" Korylra, the green haired, shouts in frustration.
"The Mother has made her choice, Korylra. We must honor it." Another girl says, leaning against a doorway with her arms crossed.
"Kyrla! We can't just stand by when one of our sisters is being punished for a crime she did not commit!" Kory says, turning angrily towards the sister.
"She chose to be punished for the boys crime. She did what we were raised to do." Kyrla looks at her with a pokerface.
"So we're just to accept this?!" Kory grits her teeth.
"It's fine sister.. I am willing to do this.. To waver in my decision would look bad on the sisters." Cassie steps out of her room, wiping away the last of her tears from her red eyes.
"Cass..." Kory frowns.
"I will be fine. Besides, someone was bound to get this destiny. I rather it be me then anyone else. No one should suffer to be alone." Cassandra offers a smile of reassurance.
"Don't do this, big sister..." The girl with black hair whimpers.
"Jazminya.. You're older then me, I don't know why you refer to me as big sister." Cassie moves over to the girl, though 'Jaz' was a good foot shorter; Cassie ruffles Jazminya's hair.
"Cassalandria!" Kyrla's eyes widen.
Cassie frowns, pulling her hand away as it begins turning black, "Right... Outcasts can't touch the Sisters."
"You should just go." An older girl growls, her nose twitching.
"You are right, Sister Velinya... I will leave now." Cass says, returning to inside her room.
"Must you be so cold on her, Velinya!" Korylra lashes out, sending a slash of purple energy towards her, destroying the stone next to Vel.
"We must be cold, you know that. She is to become our greatest enemy. She will end up destroying this world." Velinya says, frowning.
The Chosen
That day came so swiftly. They weren't ready. Why did the priestess and the council decide so soon? Those poor children...
"Come on Moros! We're gonna be late for the ceremony! We're finally going to learn what roles we will play for the world! Isn't it exciting?" Phronous laughs as she drags the boy by his sleeve towards the large polished temple.
"I don't know why you're so excited. We already know you're gonna be one of the heroes of old." Moros sighs as he's towed along.
As the two teens entered the temple, many of their fellow students were there, all crowded together. A woman draped in light and cloth steps forward.
"Welcome, children of our future. Today is a momentous occasion for all of you. Your destinies will now be given to you." The woman offers a smile, "I will call out your name and the destiny that will be bestowed upon you."
Fates were so cruel. Separating the children, specially those that were in love and believed fates will grant them marriage.
"We will begin with those who are destined to unify the kingdoms through their love and kindness. First off.. Pirus!" The woman called out, holding out a red gem that was in the shape of flames, "She will bring love and warmth throughout the kingdoms during their darkest hours."
The small 12 year old walks up, accepting the gem, "I swear to follow the destiny the gods have layed before me." The gem infuses into her shoulder, leaving a flowering tattoo running down her arm and back.
The woman waits for her to walk through a door on the right then continues, "Next is Phronous. The fates have allowed her to control our purity, to be the thoughts and allow us to sustain happiness and hope." She holds up a white gem that was smooth and round.
Phronous squeezes Moros's hand before walking up quickly, taking the gem, "I hereby accept the fate that the gods have given unto me!" She holds it close, the gem resting beneath her right eye as the tattoo spreads in strange patterns over the right side of her face and neck.
Moros smiles as he watches her slip through the door, awaiting to see what he would get so he could go congratulate her.
The woman calls, ".. Ervus has been granted the power to control the worlds movement! To form mountains and provide strength and honor amongst times of war! Be the rock of which others will count upon in times of need!" She holds out a rough black gem to the boy that wanders up.
"I shall accept this challenge! My strength may never falter!" He held the gem up proudly, his veins having black ink run down them, branching off into his tattoo.
The group of teens were getting anxious, only three crystals of light remained.
"Next, Lybria! He has been granted the control over sea and air. To provide us with air to breathe, and ocean of which to bless us with nourishment." The woman holds out a sky blue stone.
The young, sassy boy, wanders up, taking the gem and strikes a pose, "I swear to provide as the gods have commanded to do!" The tattoo swirls around his ankles and legs, the gem embedded on the back of his neck.
Moros begins growing nervous.
"Pyristhist! You will be allowed to power to control the devices. To determine the outcomes of war! To defend us from any threats and keep us in peaceful bliss!" The woman calls, holding a silver, square gem.
The rather bored looking teenage boy wanders up, he takes the gem from her but says nothing; His clothing hides where the tattoo and gem were.
Pascho and Moros exchange a glance, their hearts sinking. The three musketeers were going to be separated...
"And lastly... The Guardian of life, nature, and rebirth... Zyo!" The woman holds up a green, glowing leaf.
Moros's knees shake before they give out under him. He stares at the ground as tears begin forming.
Escaping from his lips, he whispers, "No..."
That was the day he became shattered, both heart and mind.
As the woman was about to hand the leaf over to the oldest of the students, Pascho runs forward and snatches it.
"HOW DARE YOU!" The woman growls, glaring at the lanky boy.
Moros looks up at this, Pascho stumbling back from the woman's wrath.
The woman's eyes glow white, multiple voices speaking out, "You dare oppose the fates?! For that you will be punished!"
Coming from a behind a pillar, Cassandra runs out, getting between them.
Cassie shouts, "Mother no! Spare the boy!"
Pascho falls on his ass, staring up in terror as his entire body quivers.
The woman scowls, "Cassalandria. Step aside!"
"I won't! I call to the gods, Punish me in the boys steed!" Cass calls out.
The woman glares, the voice not her own speaks, "Then so be it, child. You will receive his punishment. That punishment is.."
The room became deathly silent.
"You will become the new leader of darkness. The Outcast." The voice said.
Pascho began breaking into tears, Cassie's eyes widening.
Zyo sighs, a frown forming as he walks over to Pasco, taking the gemmed leaf from him before walking off to follow the other five Chosen.
The woman returns to normal, frowning, "The rest of you.. Get out of my sight."
Moros walks over, wiping tears away as he reaches to pick up Pascho. The two boys walking away and following the crowd of students not chosen. As they exit, Pascho glances over his shoulder, towards Cassandra in time to see her fall to her knees and begin crying into her hands.
"Come on Moros! We're gonna be late for the ceremony! We're finally going to learn what roles we will play for the world! Isn't it exciting?" Phronous laughs as she drags the boy by his sleeve towards the large polished temple.
"I don't know why you're so excited. We already know you're gonna be one of the heroes of old." Moros sighs as he's towed along.
As the two teens entered the temple, many of their fellow students were there, all crowded together. A woman draped in light and cloth steps forward.
"Welcome, children of our future. Today is a momentous occasion for all of you. Your destinies will now be given to you." The woman offers a smile, "I will call out your name and the destiny that will be bestowed upon you."
Fates were so cruel. Separating the children, specially those that were in love and believed fates will grant them marriage.
"We will begin with those who are destined to unify the kingdoms through their love and kindness. First off.. Pirus!" The woman called out, holding out a red gem that was in the shape of flames, "She will bring love and warmth throughout the kingdoms during their darkest hours."
The small 12 year old walks up, accepting the gem, "I swear to follow the destiny the gods have layed before me." The gem infuses into her shoulder, leaving a flowering tattoo running down her arm and back.
The woman waits for her to walk through a door on the right then continues, "Next is Phronous. The fates have allowed her to control our purity, to be the thoughts and allow us to sustain happiness and hope." She holds up a white gem that was smooth and round.
Phronous squeezes Moros's hand before walking up quickly, taking the gem, "I hereby accept the fate that the gods have given unto me!" She holds it close, the gem resting beneath her right eye as the tattoo spreads in strange patterns over the right side of her face and neck.
Moros smiles as he watches her slip through the door, awaiting to see what he would get so he could go congratulate her.
The woman calls, ".. Ervus has been granted the power to control the worlds movement! To form mountains and provide strength and honor amongst times of war! Be the rock of which others will count upon in times of need!" She holds out a rough black gem to the boy that wanders up.
"I shall accept this challenge! My strength may never falter!" He held the gem up proudly, his veins having black ink run down them, branching off into his tattoo.
The group of teens were getting anxious, only three crystals of light remained.
"Next, Lybria! He has been granted the control over sea and air. To provide us with air to breathe, and ocean of which to bless us with nourishment." The woman holds out a sky blue stone.
The young, sassy boy, wanders up, taking the gem and strikes a pose, "I swear to provide as the gods have commanded to do!" The tattoo swirls around his ankles and legs, the gem embedded on the back of his neck.
Moros begins growing nervous.
"Pyristhist! You will be allowed to power to control the devices. To determine the outcomes of war! To defend us from any threats and keep us in peaceful bliss!" The woman calls, holding a silver, square gem.
The rather bored looking teenage boy wanders up, he takes the gem from her but says nothing; His clothing hides where the tattoo and gem were.
Pascho and Moros exchange a glance, their hearts sinking. The three musketeers were going to be separated...
"And lastly... The Guardian of life, nature, and rebirth... Zyo!" The woman holds up a green, glowing leaf.
Moros's knees shake before they give out under him. He stares at the ground as tears begin forming.
Escaping from his lips, he whispers, "No..."
That was the day he became shattered, both heart and mind.
As the woman was about to hand the leaf over to the oldest of the students, Pascho runs forward and snatches it.
"HOW DARE YOU!" The woman growls, glaring at the lanky boy.
Moros looks up at this, Pascho stumbling back from the woman's wrath.
The woman's eyes glow white, multiple voices speaking out, "You dare oppose the fates?! For that you will be punished!"
Coming from a behind a pillar, Cassandra runs out, getting between them.
Cassie shouts, "Mother no! Spare the boy!"
Pascho falls on his ass, staring up in terror as his entire body quivers.
The woman scowls, "Cassalandria. Step aside!"
"I won't! I call to the gods, Punish me in the boys steed!" Cass calls out.
The woman glares, the voice not her own speaks, "Then so be it, child. You will receive his punishment. That punishment is.."
The room became deathly silent.
"You will become the new leader of darkness. The Outcast." The voice said.
Pascho began breaking into tears, Cassie's eyes widening.
Zyo sighs, a frown forming as he walks over to Pasco, taking the gemmed leaf from him before walking off to follow the other five Chosen.
The woman returns to normal, frowning, "The rest of you.. Get out of my sight."
Moros walks over, wiping tears away as he reaches to pick up Pascho. The two boys walking away and following the crowd of students not chosen. As they exit, Pascho glances over his shoulder, towards Cassandra in time to see her fall to her knees and begin crying into her hands.
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Crystals of Durnamis. Before they became Crystal Fragments!
Mesmerian (Brown Hair) and Karimor (White)
Lybria
Metaeno
Moros
Pascho
Phronous
Pirus
Pyrithist
Ervus
Zyo
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
How a Lady fights.
"Come on, you aren't a fighter." Rima jokes, putting her feet up on the table.
Moria sighs, "I am a lady."
"Exactly. Ladies can't fight with a sword." Rima snickers, but before she can continue, a group of thugs burst into the inn.
"What is the meaning of this?" Moria shouts in anger.
The thugs grab Rima and disarm her, leaving her fighting style useless.
One points a gun at Moria, "Hand over all the gold you have."
"I am a lady and will do no such thing." Moria stands up, picking up her umbrella.
"I said give me all your gold!" The man rests his finger on the trigger.
"Very well, if you request such acts." Moria's eyes get a glint of red.
The men looked curious, Moria grips the umbrella and slaps the gun out of the man's hand before opening the umbrella up to slap him in the face. She proceeds to grip her robe and lift it so she can kick him and send him falling over the bar. She looks over as the other two thugs run off, Rima staring wide eyed and jaw dropped.
Moria sighs, "I am a lady."
"Exactly. Ladies can't fight with a sword." Rima snickers, but before she can continue, a group of thugs burst into the inn.
"What is the meaning of this?" Moria shouts in anger.
The thugs grab Rima and disarm her, leaving her fighting style useless.
One points a gun at Moria, "Hand over all the gold you have."
"I am a lady and will do no such thing." Moria stands up, picking up her umbrella.
"I said give me all your gold!" The man rests his finger on the trigger.
"Very well, if you request such acts." Moria's eyes get a glint of red.
The men looked curious, Moria grips the umbrella and slaps the gun out of the man's hand before opening the umbrella up to slap him in the face. She proceeds to grip her robe and lift it so she can kick him and send him falling over the bar. She looks over as the other two thugs run off, Rima staring wide eyed and jaw dropped.
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