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RISE OF THE FRAGMENTS

…“Why haven’t you made any progress,” a gruff voice came from under a tall figure in a cloak. “We are trying, but the place is more secured than we thought,” a young, slim man stated, the unmasked fear written all over his face said more than his panicked voice. “AAAHHH!!,” a heart wrenching scream tore out from his mouth before his hands raised reflexively to pull out the dagger in his chest, but he was too late. He fell down, twitching vigorously as black fumes came out of his mouth, his screams slowly dimming down. The fumes gathered together to form a dark skull floating over his still convulsing body. A hand reached out from within the cloak, and clasped the skull. With a resounding snap, it was crushed into dust which slowly dissipated. The body stopped moving instantly, and the skin started to decay at a speed visible to the eye. In no time, all that remained was a skeleton with dark smoke coming out of it, and only a little amount of skin attached to it. A small puddle of blood was formed beneath the body, and the stench pervaded the dimly lit room. The man in the cloak raised his head to look at the few men gathered in the room. They looked like men of war, hardened by countless battles. One of them stepped forward. He had a large sword across his back, and his eyes were expressionless looking at the man in the cloak. “We are still in progress, but now we have some leads, and that might help us get it faster. It might be with the family we killed. Some clues point that the girl’s still alive, and that might be good depending on where she is, and the people she knows. She can’t be strong at such an age, and will have to depend on those around her.” The man in the cloak stayed still, for some time before turning around “don’t disappoint me,” he said and walked out, leaving the door open. Right after the man left, the man with the broadsword smiled mischievously. “His body started to transform, taking the form of an attractive, young male. “Send a message to our friends. Tell them the gears are shifting in our favor,” he said. His green eyes flashed dangerously.

ChisanaTensai · ファンタジー
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43 Chs

LIA-2

A silhouetted figure stood before the window, casting a shadow on her.

" What's with that look on your face? Do I look like a ghost?"

Aramith asked, noticing her confused expression.

" No, but I wish you were." " So you wish I were dead?"

" Maybe. I wasn't even looking at you in the first place. It's just...the sun is very bright this morning that's all. Having you in my sight reduces my ability to see. Why would I look at you? There's nothing good on you to even look at. I'll rather look at the floor. Aah my eyes are starting to hurt because I looked at you"

she closed her eyes, massaging them with her fingers like she was really in pain. Aramith was at a loss for words. Couldn't she even control that tongue of hers? And that terrible act. He looked out the window for a while then turned to see Lia also staring out at the morning sky.

"Well, let's get going then"

"Lia?"

"Lia." It was then she snapped out of her trance.

"huh?" She cocked her head to the side and stared at him confusedly like he'd grown horns. He could only sigh to calm himself down.

"Well, let's g-" "Ahh you're hurting my eyes. I almost forgot."

she covered her eyes with her palm and peeked at him through her fingers. A corner of his mouth twitched as he looked at a certain drama queen whose acting skills were enough to make all actors bow down, and swear to never act again.

"Oh come on already" He grabbed her arm, pulling her along as he walked out Halfway across the room, he let go of her, noticing that she was now walking properly, and not being dragged by him. He half expected her to react and was satisfied that she didn't. But then...

"Aramith, wait" Lia tugged at his sleeve and he stopped abruptly. She didn't expect him to stop so and ended up running into him.

"oomf!" She could smell the fresh soap from him when he inhaled and felt the vibrations from his back when he spoke.

" What now?" He asked her. She shifted back quickly, and touched her nose, looking at him strangely.

"Where...are we going?" She asked him. He didn't even bother this time, and just walked away.

[How can you be so muddleheaded?]

He turned left once he was out of his room, pretending to not hear the voice of Lia calling his name from behind. He slowly, and purposefully walked down the luxurious path that stretched before him so she could catch up. To his left, the wall rose several feet above the arched ceiling with thick pillars embedded at regular intervals within the walls. The walls were expensively designed with beautifully detailed, large paintings with gold, and diamond frames. The paintings seemed to shimmer magically with their paintings of deep meaning depicting countless scenes. An enormous dragon that looked capable of swallowing the whole world., battles, wars, crystals, islands, elves, merpeople, fey, beasts, strange people with power, and many more. At the bottom of each image was a signature. Each picture has a different signature. It was strange, but the pictures seemed to depict something other that the image itself.

The pillars were intricately carved with gold jutting outwards. Small orbs within diagonally shaped crystals were found within the pillars as well. A splendid view flaunting the wealth of the second most powerful kingdom. The pillars grew upwards, connecting to the arched ceiling. A thick beam runs through the center of the ceiling through its length. Several glittering glass chandeliers overlooked the ceiling with three parallel to each pillar and another between the pillars. Orbs of varying sizes were within the chandeliers instead of candles.

The same pillars were mirrored to the right, but the interval between them had its wall cut out into an arch with a chandelier in the middle of it. These were made of both gold and glass. The floor stretched outwards into the shape of a half circle, forming beautiful balconies. The sun shed its light through these arches, forming yellow-shaped arches on the floor within. The light bounced off the perfectly reflecting marble floor. Tongues of flames of different colors were within black squares cut out by bright purple lines connecting to white diamond shapes divided the squares at their corners. If one were to look closely, mist-like patterns could be seen in the marble.

The flames touched by the sun reflected their different colors randomly, giving the place a magical, and surreal look.

Lia finally caught up to him but didn't nag as expected. She only walked silently beside him...except for the smile playing across her lips. They walked in silence, silence which made Lia uncomfortable. She attempted to start a conversation, but Aramith would only answer with an "mmm" or a nod, and this made her want to scream out in pain."So...did you have a strange dream last night? "

"mm" he nodded

"What was it about?" "mm"

{Sheesh so all her attempts went down the drain... "mm" I feel bad for her though "mm" I wasn't talking to you! "mm" Oh shut up! "mm" -_- "mm" kill me already!]

Lia's face was getting darker and darker, but a little somebody who kept 'umming' about had no idea or just ignored it and just walked on like he was just taking a stroll.[literally the truth though] "You're here!"

Lia suddenly exclaimed as they walked, and rushed towards one of the balconies. Aramith paused in his tracks, wondering if he should be happy, or sad that she finally lost it. He just shrugged and walked on toward her. When he got closer, he finally understood her earlier reaction.

Lia was standing before a girl in a blue dress who was slightly taller than herself but looked the same age other than that. She had long, dark hair that hung loosely over her shoulders. Her pretty face was adorned by large, deep blue eyes, a small pointed nose, and a small mouth that curved up into a smile when she saw Lia approach her. That smile plastered on her face made her look even more beautiful, but her eyes were cold as glaciers, so cold one might die of frost from her looking at you with those eyes.

If Lia could be likened to a white rose that grew3 only in the clouds, showing off its beauty in all its glory under the sun for all to see, and smiling as they approached, then the girl could be likened to a fire lotus only existent on the cold peak of the highest mountain, glowing in the blizzard, unbending to the gales. One that stood upright, and unmoving, drawing people to it once they knew of it to do all they can in all their might to get to it but die before getting to it and face even worse in an attempt to get it.

"Whiskers!" Lia exclaimed, rushing to pet the small, black cat that lay lazily in the girl's arms. It purred softly, and stretched a little, glancing at Lia with its Black eyes.

"Haa...mm, Good morning Mozrael," Aramith yawned, and greeted Mozrael as he appeared behind Lia. Mozrael raised her head and nodded towards him "mm, good morning." she responded in a quiet, and reserved tone. Lia turned around in a swoosh, her dress fluttering. She smirked at him, then turned around to Mozrael. She then pulled Mozrael to one side and started whispering into her ear.

After a while, Mozrael glanced at Aramith with a weird look in her eyes and shook her head. Lia said some more and went on fussing all over the cat, totally ignoring its meows of pain and pitiful face that strongly pleaded for freedom.

I'm being abused, and no one's helping me.

"Hey, Aramith," Lia said with her eyes still glued on the cat. Aramith raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.

"I still don't know why you bought a cat and kicked him out of your room. You don't even like to see it at all" "How many times do I have to get this in your head that I didn't buy him, I found him and it's not my fault he naturally likes Mozrael? You'll even be the first person to nag if I were to take him away from my sister. Who even does that?"

"Whiskers! His name is whiskers!" The cat turned to look at Mozrael

"Meow?"

"and who even gave you permission to name him?" Aramith shook his head.

"You abandoned Whiskers, and now you want to choose what he likes. Just look at his face. He looks sad, and it's all your fault. Even Mozrael doesn't mind when I call him whiskers, right?" She looked at Mozrael, expecting support.

"A girl. It's...a girl" She said timidly with her head lowered

"A girl?"

"A girl?"

The two said instantly