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silverdiadems presents
My Queen
a Mobile Legends: Bang Bang fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own the game/franchise Mobile Legends. This is a piece of fiction written based on the game, but is not canon or officially tied to the game's lore in any way. The right to the franchise belongs solely to Moonton.
Part I:
Moon's Heir
Her name was Miya.
She had been young, just a trainee archer, when the war began. Frightened for her people's lives as well as her own, she had called upon the Moon to save her this once- in return for her life's servitude as a child.
It had granted her wish.
Her bow glimmered with more than just the natural light of the moon.
It lit with something more. The shine that illuminated its blue colourings was no simple catch of the light. She held it out, watching as it shone in the darkness, just like the moon.
She looked overtop the great pines of the elflands, and saw the slither of pure light that was the Moon. "Thank you," she whispered, and the bow shone brighter in response.
Cautiously, she made her way through the foliage. The Jungle contained many night terrors- which were every bit as real as they were frightening. Miya knew better than to simply walk unarmed in the Jungle. Pulling an arrow from the azure quiver slung on her shoulder, she watched as the quiver glowed briefly as the arrow was replaced by an identical silver replacement.
Tossing a curl of silver hair behind her ear, she drew back the bowstring, sliding the arrow into place. It clicked, metal on metal, and the bow creaked as the string dug into her fingertips before she released the bowstring.
The arrow cut through the air, flashing brightly with an ethereal glow before lodging itself in a Jungle monster's neck. Miya instantly felt her wounds healing, it was no secret that the death of Jungle monsters would bring health or speed to their killer.
Some believed it was the monster's soul that granted the regeneration and swiftness, but Miya could care less. She had come here for one purpose- to drive the enemy out.
For a long while, the Moon Elves had no king. They had never had a king in so long, after the child king Estes had vanished a hundred moons ago, shortly after Miya's birth. Her tribe of warriors had always lived in hope that their heir to the throne would return, but Miya knew better than to cast her hopes on a missing elf.
"It's been five winters," she muttered to herself, but also to the Moon. She now knew there was someone up there, listening, watching to her selfish thoughts and desires. After all, they had granted one of them. "Won't this cursed war stop?"
The night was silent of speech, the only sounds being the occasional song of the nightbirds with the large eyes, making hooting sounds through the dense forest. A rustle was heard in the bush, and Miya jumped back, an arrow appearing with a flash of moonlight in her bow.
A quick tug of the bowstring was enough power to fire the arrow into the darkness. She listened for its thud, signalling that it had landed, but it never came.
Alarm flashed through her cyan eyes, and Miya immediately willed her arrow to come to life with a mutter in elvish.
"Arwella?" Hello, she called, clearly speaking in elvish with the language's signature high pitch. When no response came, she tried again in the national language. "Who are you? Show yourself at once!"
The sound of a blade cutting the tense air alerted her and she spun, allowing it to hit her azure armguards. The signature blue blade and blue attire was enough knowledge for Miya to quickly identify him.
"Demon Hunter," she hissed. "What business do you have in the Moon Elves' Land?"
The demon hunter replied not, allowing his attacks to speak for themselves. The sapphire blade slashed again and again, and Miya found herself dodging from side to side, evading the hunter's attempts at wounding her.
Already a proving a difficult task, for Miya was clad head to toe with elf-enchanted armour, which did not ever break or dent with damage. Her whole body was a shield.
She muttered a spell under her breath. "Turbo Stealth," she whispered, and her body vanished into the dark. She ran away, firing arrows behind her until the spell wore off and he could see her again.
Crouching in a bush, she watched from afar as the demon hunter stalked around the clearing, confused. She nocked an arrow, raising the bow's tilt to the sky. She fired the shot, the vibration of the bowstring hitting her entire body as she ran away towards the clearing, to the epicentre of her attack. Arrows of light rained from the sky, in shades of blue and white, freezing the demon hunter in his tracks.
She'd have a minute at the most to talk to the demon hunter.
"I have no business declaring war with your kind, humans," she muttered in distaste. "I will leave you be as long as you stay out of our hunting grounds."
Knowing he couldn't respond, she ran out of the clearing for the last time, not daring to look back. She'd gotten what she came for. It was only right that she should leave.
III
The sound of metal on metal clashed as the nightmare monsters grew numerous. She wouldn't admit it, but the metallic sound was more comforting then the sounds of the forest. She had been here, lived here, grown up in the midst of the battlefield.
Death was no stranger to the moonlight archer.
She remembered when her mother, the chief at the time, had led her friends to battle. She remembered when her mother came back on another's back, limp. She remembered asking 'why is she so cold?' and receiving no response. She remembered when her mother died.
If she had died here on the battlefield, Miya assumed that she would too.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, my friends," she said in courtesy to the other members of her small army. She had just changed roles in the war, and had been reassigned to another station. That greeting was the polite way of greeting strangers in her culture.
"A pleasure to meet the one blessed by the Moon," one said, and Miya smiled back, subconsciously tightening her grip on her bow.
She nodded towards her newly acquainted allies. "We begin now," she said, taking natural leadership of her comrades. It was clear who was in charge. The Moon had chosen her to use its divine power, and she would use it to lead her people to the freedom they deserved.
"To freedom," a young male elf said, echoing her thoughts, and the rest echoed in elvish. "Arwena silvena." To victory.
"Silvena,"Miya muttered. Victory. What did victory feel like? She had spent her life losing battles and watching others die because they had hope.
She knew better than to have hope.
She took the lead, clearing her head, as her boots hit the ground running as the elves of the moon charged through the battlefield. The Queen of the Apocalypse was nowhere in sight.
Until she revealed herself, she slayed the Apocalypse Queen's servants one by one, the banshees, they called them. She and her fellow elves stood in a line behind wooden walls that served as shields, as they fired arrows one after the other into the darkness beyond the wall.
The moon shone bright above Miya, and the archer felt her strength and determination increase as the moon shone with ethereal light, lighting the faces of her comrades and her own. She saw blood. She saw tears. She saw sweat and lost hope.
But she felt fire in her bones. Blue fire blessed by the moon, instead of the red that the Apocalypse Queen had used to slay her kin.
Blue flame lit her arrow, and she fired faster and faster, two arrows at the same time, then three.
Is this what it feels like to have hope?
And then through the night they worked hard. They were sheltered by the wall, and by dawn the banshees were gone.
The Land of Dawn was worthy of its name, as the Sun rose with the crimson dawn- with the moon elves heading off to rest as the moon had gone, and the sun was hard on their pale skin. Only Miya remained.
She walked around splintered wall; and across the rock to the thickset of littered corpses.
"My, my, we do have a Queen of Banshees."
Her blood raced to her head with recognition. The dark, sultry tone of the Apocalypse Queen was something Miya had not forgotten.
"Miya, darling, run," she whsipers, and Miya sobs, stumbling as her mother pushes her away.
"Run, Miya," she gasps, and Miya remembers the eyes, the hair. Eyes as evil as the red moon. Hair dark like the night of the apocalypse.
She knows those eyes.
"Alice," she hissed, and the self-proclaimed queen smirked, licking her lips. She nocked an arrow. "It'll take one shot to end this, you watch me. Your army is dead, and mine still remains. Who's the better queen?" She mocked, drawing the bow back.
"Your pathetic little moonarrow can't fly forever," Alice laughed, a sound of pure evil and ice. "You can try- I guarantee you won't hit me."
Accuracy, thy name is Miya.
"I can hit your left eye a mile away," she boasted, as her arrow flamed with icefire. The blue flame tingled her fingers, but scorched her enemies.
"Oh, we're getting cocky now," Alice snarled, as red smoke and energy swirled around her batwings. "Let's –"
Alice never finished the sentence.
Miya had noticed the figure seconds before it connected with the vampire queen, but had not worried about it until now. A hood fell back to reveal light coloured hair, blonde locks that were stained with dirt and blood.
"And the blood of jungle monsters from the night before," Miya hissed to herself. Demon Hunter.
The Apocalypse Queen widened her eyes, drawing a swirl of red smoke to her aid, but the red smoke did not hide the blade that sliced through the smoky barrier like butter, before sinking itself into the soft flesh of Alice's neck.
Miya winced.
A sapphire hue covered the blade that had sunken into her slender neck. The hunter tugged the blade out of her body, and the blood queen collapsed, her head dismembered from her body. Miya whirled to face the intruder.
"Demon Hunter," she hissed. "That was my kill."
"It's my job," he replied, wiping his blade clean on a banshee's body. "I was raised to kill demons not unlike this one. Do you have a problem, Queen of Banshees?"
"Why are you here? How did you kill her so easily?"
He shrugged, sheathing his sword with a single swipe of his arm. "Our blades are enchanted with magic that works well again magic users. Your kind forges our blades."
Of course, they were enchanted with moonlight luminescence. She watched the blade as its sheath glowed blue because of the moon magic within it.
Miya remained silent, her chin raised in a symbol of defiance. "I thought you weren't going to come back. I warned you."
"I never agreed," he said nonchalantly. He stuck his hand out, after wiping it on his midnight hunter's cloak. "It's Alucard, by the way. I won't kill you if you don't kill me," he flashed a mocking grin.
"Miya, moonlight archer," she replied, tentatively sticking her hand out. His calloused hand gripped hers tightly. She cleared her throat, retracting her hand, before pulling her serious mask on. "Leave, intruder. I do not believe my people will tolerate you on out land."
Alucard wasn't in a hurry to leave, but she had made him leave swiftly when she threatened him with a silver tipped arrow.
Walking her way back to the makeshift camp, Miya spent the day not sleeping like the other elves, but thinking.
What do I do now?
The war is won, now life is just… boring. She had enjoyed the rushes of adrenalin and the sweat that poured down her back as she fought. She loved to fight. She missed the air that smelt faintly of blood and the dull pain that throbbed through her body, the scars on her fingertips from the bowstring-
Life was about adventure for the moonlight archer. She didn't intend on letting the fun stop here.
And then again there were her people to think about. They had no leader to lead them into rebirth and regrowth. Miya was wise enough to know that she would not make a good leader, but the Moon had given her the power to seek out one. They needed to have their ruler back, to keep their people alive.
The king was vital to the moon elves in ways that Miya did not like to explain.
She would look for the lost king.
Estes.
III
The Next Day
She ran into the woods, bow in her hand, as she tore past wastelands and into the mountains.
She'd follow the Copper Road, the road of trade and idea exchange. The copper roads would lead her to the Great city of Lorean, where there elves that worked with metal and ore dwelled.
Miya had bid farewell to her kind. It was full of tears and hugs, with the promises of returning with their king.
"Come back soon," her comrade and friend Neshya had whispered into Miya's pointed ears as the two girls clung to one another, not wanting to let go.
"I will," she promised. "I don't make promises I can't keep, shewar,"she smiled, pulling Neshya's arms from around her.
"I'll be back. And I promise not to walk in here without our King."
"Maybe you'll be queen," Neshya joked, and the two laughed softly before saying goodbye.
She'd walked out with her head held high; she'd better walk back in with it still attached to her neck.
III
Three Days Later
A faint noise woke Miya from her sleep.
She had climbed up on of the evergreen pines lining the Copper Road to sit in, as she had planned to sleep away from the scorching heat of the sun, in the shade of the upper canopy of foliage. Moon Elves did not require sleep to be at full health, but with the sun sensitive to their pale skin, it was a pass-time in the sun-lit hours.
"Nananana!"
Miya frowned. What in Dawn's name was that? She blinked, reopening her lapis coloured eyes to the light hues of the world.
The world looked strange in the sun.
Sun brought colour, lighter scenery and what the humans called rainbows of shades into her vision. It was strange. Miya preferred the dark colour palette of the night over the warm colours of day.
She dug an arrow tip into the trunk of the pine, before swinging off the trunk to shift her weight onto the arrow. The arrow shuddered, but held her weight. Using this method, she clambered down.
"Nananananana," the cat-like sound chirped. A small 'meow' soon followed.
She peered at the flash of pink behind the wishy-washy strands of landweed.
Pulling the ferns aside, she found herself staring into the violet eyes of a cat-human. She widened her eyes in surprise, watching the girl as it muttered softly to herself.
The cat girl blinked its large eyes at her, before closing them as her paws disappeared, replaced with normal human hands. She looked a little more human, but the pink cat ears and tail remained.
"Hello," she chirped, and Miya blinked, surprised. "I'm Nana!"
Deciding there was no harm in doing so, Miya smiled softly, and petted her on her head. "I'm Miya, a moonlight archer."
"Nice to meet you, Miya," Nana said, waving enthusiastically. Her eyes lit up, and she jumped up and down. "Oh, oh! Look, Mr Boomerang," she said, talking to the stripped boomerang she pulled out of seemingly thin air, "Miss Miya's just like me! Her ears are funny too," she giggled at something her object said in her imagination said, before reaching up to Miya's face.
She winced, as Nana gasped at her pointed ears with excitement.
"Mr Boomerang, they're so- nananananaana!"
She watched as Nana's cat claws resurfaced, replacing her hand with a pink paw. "Nana," she said cautiously, "are you…alright?"
"Nanananana," Nana said comfortingly, smiling. This went on for a while before the magic eventually wore off, and Nana could speak again.
"It happens all the time," Nana said, forcing a smile. "I can't control it. I've been told its some sort of shape shifting magic. I can do this, too! Watch me, Miss Miya!"
The small presentation of show and tell occurred for a long time.
The girl's optimism and positive view on life were contagious, as Miya began to relax, letting the girl lead her off the Copper Road and into the foliage. A jungle monster came in sight, and Miya immediately stood in front of the pinkette, nocking an arrow.
"Stay back, Nana," she whispered, but to her surprise the girl only laughed.
"It's fine, Miss Miya," she assured. "Look! They're scared of Mr Boomerang!"
She threw the boomerang with a surprising amount of force, and Miya watched as pink light engulfed the boomerang mid-air, and when it landed, the shower of sparks indicated the use of magic damage.
"Wow," she said in response, and she watched Nana's face light up in joy.
"You liked it?' Nana questioned, as she caught the boomerang and tossed it into her teal backpack.
"Amazing, Nana," she said, and she wasn't lying. The girl had a huge amount of magic power, and later in the day, when she showed Miya she could shapeshift other objects into these strange blue animals, Miya was beyond impressed.
"Did anyone teach you this?" Miya asked, as they sat around a modest fire. It was dusk, and they had gone hunting together an hour before, foraging for some berries to eat and small creatures to cook.
Nana had shown a surprising amount of knowledge in the local flora, knowing which fruits to pick, and which ones to avoid. Miya had asked how she knew, and Nana shrugged, replying with 'experience'.
"No," admitted Nana, as she ravenously tore the meat off the cooking stick. "I tried to teach myself to tame the 'inner cat'," –she giggled at this- "but it never worked."
Miya thought for a moment, working the meat around her mouth, before washing it down with a mouthful of water from her canteen.
"Watch this," she instructed the young feline, and held out her palm.
Until now the firelight had been their only source of light in the dark, (it was new moon, much to Miya's annoyance) casting orange-red shadows on their faces. But now, as energy swirled around Miya's palm, the firelight was no longer the primary light source.
A smoky orb of pure white appeared, with wisps of glowing smoke around her hand. "Esta," Miya said, and when Nana pealed her fascinated eyes off the elder's palm, she looked at Miya in confusion.
"Esta?" Nana echoed, confused.
"Elvish for Moon, or moonlight," translated Miya. "The Moon gifted me and its followers, the moon elves, with its magic power. I have more power than most, for the Moon gave me its blessing many moons ago." She looked at Nana, but instead she saw something much more powerful than any being.
In you, I see potential.
"If you want, I can teach you," Miya began slowly, watching as the child's eyes widened, and she jumped up and down. "Teach you to control your power. But only if you-"
"Yes, Miss Miya, yes!" Nana said, laughing. "Thank you so much!"
And when Nana threw her arms around Miya's waist, her heart throbbed with something painful, yet beautiful.
III
The Next Morning
They set off the next morning, with Nana in an upbeat mood, and Miya feeling grumpy because of the scorching sun. What would Neshya think, -she sighed inwardly- when she came home all tanned because of some hideous ball of light in the sky.
At least the Moon is easy to look at, she grumbled, and Nana, oblivious to Miya's inner discomfort, kept talking about her life alongside the Copper Road.
Nana would point out familiar things to her every now and then, as they heading South, where Miya had planned to go before she ran into Nana. The Copper Road was the fastest route to Lorean, where other elves dwelled.
There were only two elf kingdoms, but three elf races- one was Arelia, from which Miya and the Moon Elves dwelled with their counterparts The Night Elves. The two races dwelled in a kingdom near the north where there was as little sun as possible, in a state of uneasy coexistence. The other, Lorean, was populated with the steel Elves that had nearly twice the resistance to the heat.
Miya figured that if Estes were found, if he weren't brought to Arelia, he would have been brought to Lorean. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out if a child was an elf or not, due to his pointed ears. Though the moon elves looked different to the elves of Lorean.
This journey was set on a gamble, and Miya was willing to take the chance.
Though she had thought out what to do next, if her plan were to fail. If Estes wasn't at Lorean.
She'd planned several steps ahead, just in case.
III
Afternoon
Through three nights, the unusual duo had made their way to the city of copper at last.
Lorean was beautiful in its own way, the buildings so bright and reflective with the ethereal glow of the Sun. Miya personally didn't enjoy the over-lighting so much, but the looks of wonder of Nana's face made her tolerate it for some period of time.
"Wow," Nana finally whispered, putting to words her awed expression.
"Wow," Miya agreed.
The two made their way to what Miya assumed was the dwelling of the steel elves' leader, as it was the grandest building by far in the city.
Miya muttered at Nana to stow her boomerang- she didn't want the Moon Elves to come off as hostile. They were here for information- and information only.
With a little more force than necessary, Miya pushed open the bronze doors of the dwelling, to reveal a ground floor equipped with various luxurious goods in many shapes and forms.
The centre of the room was adorned with a fountain from which a liquid gold-like substance trickled down. The ceiling was adorned with sparkling light fixtures that contained small glass bulbs with glowing light within them. Miya briefly wondered if this was the 'electricity' the steel elves had boasted about.
Before Nana's eyes became the size of dinner plates, Miya guided her apprentice to the front desk, a reception of sorts, to greet all the ambassadors of the foreign lands.
"Moon Elf," greeted the female receptionist with a grin, scribbling something down on a piece of paper with –what they called- a 'pen'.
"That I am," Miya replied evenly, as the receptionist gave them her full attention. The shiny badge on her leather jacket named her as Lolita.
"We're here to request a viewing with your leader," she continued, and Lolita nodded, scribbling down the details of their visit. She passed the unusual duo two makeshift name tags.
"Write your name and species on these," Lolita instructed, handing them a pen each. Miya wrote hers in a neat cursive of the common language, and quickly took over writing Nana's when she realised her student had a rather untidy scrawl.
"Level Four," said Lolita, directing them to the lobby behind her. "Take the lift up. You'll need to swipe your card to enter level four though," she gestured at their name cards. "Off you go. Have fun," she finished with a toothy grin.
Nana grinned back with equal fever, while Miya managed a polite smile.
They made their way to the lobby, pocketing some very curious stares and overdramatic whispers. They approached a set of steel doors, both smooth and of equal size. Miya pushed on it, but it didn't budge.
"How does this thing-"
She almost lost her balance when the two halves slide open under her fists. She jumped back, surprised, while Nana laughed.
"I clicked this button," Nana said, and the two made their way inside the claustrophobic chamber that had been revealed.
Miya pressed the button that had '4' written on it, and blinked as the number turned green under her touch.
"It's called a lift," Nana said, as the doors slid close and they moved up the many floors of the building.
Miya shrugged in response.
"Level Four," a mechanical voice said from the ceiling, and the two jumped, before rushing out the doors before they slide shut.
Miya was pleased that a reasonable amount of her dignity was still intact.
In front of them lay a set of rose gold double doors. Miya walked briskly over to them and tried the handle, but the handle remained still and unmoving. A small black thing lay on the door, with a narrow space large enough to fit Miya's name card. She slotted it into the plastic object, and blinked as it flashed green, giving her back her card.
Miya tried the door again.
To her satisfaction, and Nana's cheering, it swung open. It revealed a sunlit room filled with gold and bronze. The entirety of the back wall was made of glass, letting warm rays of sunshine trickle into the grand room.
Five figures sat on the long horizontal table in front of them.
There was one lady, seated in the middle of four men, whose golden-brown hair was adorned with a halo of golden leaves. She smiled at the newcomers, glancing at the others on the table, so they would be quiet as she addressed the guests.
"What brings you to Lorean, Moon Elf?" She said, addressing Miya but not her pink haired accomplice.
"We are here for information on our king," Miya replied, bowing slightly to the Lorean Princess, motioning for Nana to do the same. The young feline did the same, a clumsy bow which the princess smiled gratefully at.
"You may rise," she intoned, and the two rose.
Miya opened her mouth to speak, to explain, but the loreanian held a delicate and sun-kissed hand up to halt her speech. "Do not think I do not know who you are, Miya Estella."
She winced as the princess used her clan name.
"Your bravery has travelled far south to the ears of us of Lorean. We understand your people are free from the Blood Queen, and we are most pleased to hear our kin has prevailed."
Kin? You didn't care at all when Alice took over Arelia.
"And now you seek your ruler."
Miya felt a hand slide into her own, looking down to meet violet eyes and fuchsia hair. Nana refused to look at the moonlight archer, her gaze locked with the Loreanian princess. Miya squeezed her hand.
It's okay.
"We do," said Miya, pleased when her voice did not waver. Her arrows never wavered, and neither would she.
Lolita burst through the doors, carrying a file. She placed on the table, bowed stood to attention next to Nana.
"Thank you, Lolita," the princess murmured. "Dismissed." The young steel elf left the room.
The princess took out the file, a plastic sleeve which within were many documents. She shuffles through them before taking out a single sheet.
"Please, come closer," the princess said, (whose name is Lorella, Miya remembers) and the two shuffled forward to see the piece of paper.
Upon the paper was a map of the Land of Dawn, and Miya's eyes scanned it once, twice, before finding their current location, the orange spot marked 'Lorean'.
Lorella received a pen from her assistant with a smile, before circling a far north-east point on the map.
Underneath were three words, naming the place. Pit of Despair. Miya flinched when she saw the name. The pit of despair was a domain for the souls of the dead-
Why did Lorella circle it?
Estes, Lorella, the Pit of Despair-
(-if Estes is at the pit Estes is … dead.)
Dead.
"Surely," Miya blurted out, causing a whimper from Nana, who too, like Miya, had figured out what the princess was implying. "Surely Estes can't be-"
-dead?
Estes dead would mean the moon elves would have no blood-heir to the throne. No one could properly heal and cleanse the elves after the Dark Month.
The last Dark Month had been when Estes' mother, Esteria, had used her power to save the people from the lack of a moon in the sky. The ruler existed solely for that purpose.
"We only have a few years left," she remembered Neshya saying to her one night. "We can go without moonlight for barely two days. There is one month every one thousand moons where there is no moonlight, the Dark Month. Without a ruler to replace the moon's energy with their own, us moon elves will-
"…we die out," Miya finished in a whisper under her breath.
The pit of despair was where the Valkyries took souls of the dead, to reunite them with their bodies and take them to the afterlife. Estes being there could only mean one thing.
Estes is dead.
"We don't know," the princess said, her molten gold eyes piercing Miya with a rare display of not-knowing. The archer raised her gaze slightly, listening, but not believing. "We sent out signals for him, and one came back affirmative and matching with Estes' signature, in the Pit of Despair.
"However, we believe he has a good chance of still being alive, because he still has enough lifeforce left to have an aura. If you wish to seek out your king, your best shot would be there," she said, pointing at the dot on the map.
Alive in the Pit of Despair is unlikely. Dead in the Pit of Despair is guaranteed.
"Valkyries guard the pit," Miya continued, with little hope in her eyes. Nana had let go of her hand, and started pacing the bronze floor in circles. "I don't suppose you have an alliance with the angels of life and death, do you?" The question had been partly sarcastic, but had not been treated as such.
"No," Lorella said with regret. "I wish you both luck." You'll need it, were the unspoken last words. "I, too, know of the moon elves' fate shall their ruler not resurface soon. I earnestly do not want my friends to perish."
"Thank you," Miya said softly, gesturing at the door. "Can we-"
"You can," Lorella replied swiftly.
Miya grasped Nana's hand as they walked out. They closed the doors behind them, hearing the unfamiliar metallic click as the lock was reset.
They stood in silence.
Estes is gone.
"What now?" Nana asked, biting her lip, as Miya shot a dark look her way for the question, before it melted into compassion and regret.
She was angry. Angry that her race would die. She could imagine the night elves taking over the rest of Arelia, with their leader Karina smirking as she sat in the moon throne-
She counted the months since his disappearance on her fingers.
I have three months. Three months before the next Dark Month.
Three months to live out what should be at least seventy years.
"I don't know," whispered Miya. The two lay against the walls opposite the silver lifts, both downcast and with no hope.
I really don't know.
-End Part I out of II-
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Preview of Part II:
"You need to save them, Miya!" Neshya was crying, shaking her friend's shoulders with her pale hands. Her blue eyes dug into Miya's own. "You must! I don't… I don't want to die," she sobbed, and Miya pulled Neshya into her chest, a hug from sister to sister. "It may seem selfish," Neshya continued, sniffling, "but not yet! We can't… we can't…" Neshya's cries trailed off as she sobbed uncontrollably.
"Hush," Miya whispered, until her sister's cries were no more. The two sat in an uncomfortable silence.
"No," Neshya hissed, and Miya glanced sharply at the sudden change in demeanor. "You have the power Miya, use it! If not what for? The Moon herself has deemed you worthy and you sit here and do nothing?! If a coward is the one who has been blessed with the Moon's power, then, Moon forgive me, she has chosen the wrong person worthy of her power!"
[author's note]
Hello, and thank you for reading. Rest assured- for this fic will be continued in the next 3-4 chapters.
Why? I wrote this because of the lack of Miya x Estes in my fellow MLBB fanfic author's work. This is not criticism to his story, just it was inspired by it. Thanks for the inspiration. (Keep up the good work, Arcturus420! I love your story. ;D) I absolutely adore Miya; it feels like I know her better than anyone. Miya's personality came to life instantly as I wrote this because it was so similar to mine. I adore you, moonlight archer. 3 This was also a really fun side project, with a break out of the Anime community and stepping into the baby pool of the Gaming community.
MLBB Rant:
Yes, I am a Miya main, (wasn't it obvious?) who has yet to get a decent Miya skin (cough modenna butterfly) and a sub Rafaela and Odette. I usually play ranged heroes, (marksman, mages, support) with the occasional fighter and assassin (mainly Natalia). I never play tank. I usually play female heroes cause- well, I'm female.
Oh, and have you all noticed the ridiculous amount of heroes Moonton has been spitting out? There's like a new hero every week now. It gets a little annoying, cause I keep running out of BP to buy the new hero that I REALLY like. Pharsa was just released (her ult is op lol), soon to be accompanied by Lesley (which i bought asap), Jawhead and Angela. And Gossen. And this Mage Assassin hero. New releases of heroes were meant to be exciting, but when happening at this frequency, new heroes are now as exciting as a minor bug fix.
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Thanks for Reading! It took forever to type this, ya know. (15. Flipping. Pages.)
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