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Theft of Love; Where it all began
Topic Started: Jan 30 2006, 04:19 PM (396 Views)
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The Lost Soul of Eternity forever drifting as the Heartless Poet
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The night was that of a new moon, the darkest night possible, a crisp wind blew across the mountain top and chilled people to the bone, frost had already begun to coat the ground and the normally twinkling lights of the night sky seemed to be dead unable to penetrate some invisible barrier. The only light was that of the aurora hypnotically dancing across the sky, although this was not as innocent a light show as it may be perceived. It was the mass convergence of natural magic that flowed through the air, now made visible by the closeness of the ever approaching ceremony of renewal. If this ceremony to bless the land and secure the path of the magic above was not performed, life on the island would never be the same again. However, the ceremony was days away and now was not the time to be dwelling on it. As the days passed the aurora above would thin and dissipate, and only when the time was right would they be able to complete the ritual. The sprites in the village sighed, tiny foot high beings with humanoid figures but, with green skin and hair matching the shades of the forest in which they lived surrounded by a magical barrier to keep the humans from discovering where they were. Antistita, the name given to the head priestess of the clan, sat on a branch cross legged, meditating on the job in front of her. The ceremony was a very taxing experience and one that would require maximum concentration and spiritual awakening. She could not allow herself to fail. Her hair an olive green flowed down her back, her skin the colour of the meadows she had been brought up on before migrating to this town, her yellowish green eyes filled with wisdom and conviction. She was young for a High Priestess and looked the perfect picture of womanhood although she was only 1ft 2” which was abnormally tall for a sprite. Her clothing like the rest of the clan was made of the natural materials around them, her skirt made from leaves with the left side only reaching midway down her thigh and the right down to her ankle. Her mid-drift was bare and merely wore a bikini like top to cover her torso. She sighed, the chill air, normally comforting was today frigid and warning of a catastrophe to come. She shivered, which was not something a sprite did often.

On the mountain above too figures stood, dressed solely in black their faces macabre masks with daemonic red designs. Part of a larger group calling themselves the Blood of the Knight, a splinter group from something much larger and were merely a thief sect. Only tonight they were working without direct orders and merely looking for something to make themselves rich. They rode midnight black stallions’ pure bred winners and were some of the fastest horses in the world. They urged their charges forward and they sped down the hill their manes flowing in the ever increasing wind speed. They crashed through the undergrowth and drew their blades. Antistita was launched from her branch when they broke through, how they had managed to penetrate the barrier was a mystery but, something wasn’t right about the way they moved or the resonance they left behind. However, there was no time to dwell on that, they were heading straight for the shrine. “No,” she whispered and cast a spell, vines whipped up from the ground to ensnare one of the horseman and their steed, but, she was too slow for the other one, it was left to the priestesses in the temple who formed the spiritual ring around the sacred item required for the up and coming ritual. She watched in horror as her clans holy people were brushed aside as if their magic were nothing, the rider grabbed the ceremonial item and streaked out of there. In the confusion that followed his partner cut himself free and spun around on his horse and shot out of there, leaving the clan in ruins and in dire need of help. Anatistita didn’t wait but, immediately sent a message to Naomi of Midori High, she knew that the more people they had searching for the jewel the greater the chance of retrieval, only now they were up against the clock and the time of the ceremony was drawing ever closer.

As the men rode away from the scene they smiled, they already had a buyer in place and things would go off without a hitch. They sped along to the Hikashi bell on the cliff. This was where they had been ordered to meet their buyer. When they arrived a hiss greeted them. The noise sent shivers up the two men’s spines. A figure stepped forth from the shadows cast by the bells. A seven foot being wearing chain mail that slithered across the scales of his chest, the beings face was reptilian and snake like, the eyes were blood red ovals and his black pupils that resembled the endless nothingness of a black hole were slits. They realised that what they had assumed was simply the chain mail sliding across its chest was only a half truth, since the beings body slid across the ground with out legs, and although appeared to be seven foot its full length was probably closer to eighteen. A crimson tongue flicked outside its mouth tasting the air and their fear. A long sword was strapped to its side and looked very efficient considering it had no sheath. “You have what we require Huuuman.” it hissed, a smiled crossing its face as it tasted the fear irradiating from every pore of their body’s. The pair nodded, stunned into silence by the six inch dagger sharp fangs that had become visible as the being spoke. “Goooood, hand it over” it hissed, the pair did as they were told. The beast then whipped round knocking the men back with a powerful swipe from its tail and disappeared into the night.

During all the commotion no one had noticed the night sky. The once hypnotic movements of the ever flowing aurora of natural magic that traversed the night sky had split, its movements becoming more and more erratic, flailing about like a chicken that had lost its head, or a hose that had gone out of control. This began to effect relationships in the town and the school, creating bizarre couples and breaking up perfect soul mates, for the Magic above the night sky tonight was the magic of love and if the ritual wasn’t completed in time, then love would leave the Island for good and be nothing but a desolate land, poison to any kind of relationship.
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