...
....
.....Who
am I?
What
she said was mordant - no, discourteous. Those words that her 'Aunt' had
declared, still played over in her mind. How was anybody to know that she,
herself, was dead for ten years? If she wasn't the glorious and genuine
Asellus, then who was? Her devotions for this elder woman were slowly fading
while she watched her flee from the house. Even after Princess White Rose
told her everything would be okay, she queried her own name ... Asellus
...
....
.....Where
am I?
She
approached the gates of the castle. A few rose vines wrapped around certain
poles of the gates. The purple like sky made the setting look awkward,
she looked up. The way the castle was shaped made it look as if nobody
cared about style, and just tossed it together. But that's what probably
made the castle suitable for the mystics. She brushed a few green strands
of hair out of her face, and watched as the gates rose into the heavens.
After checking her paraphernalia's fastening her boots. She deliberately
proceeded into the yellow light , fading within its grasp ... She was home.
...
....
.....What
have I done?
With
all of her strength, she charged at him with her reliable Asura held in
her hands. Her hands, clutched the leather handle of the sword, letting
the red neon tip graze the cemented grounds beneath her. Scintillating
sparks of light could be seen along with the sound of metal ricocheting
upon rock. As she brought the sword up towards the face of her nemesis,
she vaulted into the air, the force constraining him, taking him up as
well. That sword - The Asura, tarnished with the very essence of red roses,
never touched the nemesis face. But as she fell to the ground in a graceful
manner, sheathing her Asura. He had exploded into a ball of flames... She
was now a skilled swordsman.
...
....
.....
Why am I here?
Orlouge
sneered at the five soldiers: Cotton, Rouge, Mesarthim, Silence, and Asellus.
Without saying a word, the soldiers unleashed their strongest four combo
assault. Rouge, the first to attack, cast his hands into the air and called
forth a radioactive plague of unstained sun energy. Soon, cotton had leaped
up from behind Rouge, in his common shape, and focused all of his energy
so that balls of electricity could discharge from the quills on his back
and submerge with the Mega Wind Blast. A gravitational orbit of darkness,
formed by Mesarthim fused with the now huge ball of electrical radioactive
energy. All that was left now was for Asellus to raise her sword and let
the ball of powers sheathe her red fury. Then, with total silence she had
gone into meditation. Her body, little by little, separated into several
mirror shapes. A silhouette of a grin replaced that ravishing smile. And
she was off, charging towards him, mirror figures attacking him first with
false attacks. Which lead him to believe that he wasn't getting hurt. But
soon he let down his defense. Which left the true Asellus halting a couple
of feet behind him. Her sword, now holding a momentum of his flesh at its
neon tip, was soon discarded. And she struck her pose, looking off into
the forever stained sky. In agony, Orlouge had collapsed to the floor.
...
....
.....
Did I win?
Orlouge
was down, but he wasn't out. The team was huddled together thinking of
future hopes and dreams, totally unaware of the three phantasms that Orlouge
had summoned wordlessly. Holding the fresh wound which Asellus had given
him on his side, he let out a wile laugh and aimed a few bloodstained digits
towards the soldiers. Cotton's superior ears had heard him and quickly
gestured to the others. But, it didn't help. Ambushed, they all broke into
miscellaneous sections of the room; which made Orlouge revengeful attack
successful. Cotton, trying to change his form, didn't get very far. A ghostly
figure of a demon with heroic horns had materialized in front of him, and
impaled him through the chest and through his back. A faint meep had escaped
from his snout while the horn was removed. He quickly fell to the floor,
faintly. Asellus who was beginning to go into some sort of shock, instructed
Mesarthim to tend to Cotton before it was too late. But, as the mystic
mermaid took her Precious time to slither over to him. Orlouge had cast
that darn 'Selection' spell and Mesarthim had become the first mermaid
statue to appear inside Chateau Aiguille. Asellus and her intentions were
slowly going down the drain. The back stabbing Rouge, which she recklessly
left the backpack with, had pulled out his region map and vanished from
the concluding battle. Asellus, now peerless, got ready to use her late
but trustworthy awakening spells to convoke forth her interior powers which
laid dormant within her body. But to her avail, got whacked on the side
of the head by something severe, blacking out and falling to the floor.
...
....
.....
Must escape... Revenge the death of my friends!
I
bolted upright in the bed. Beads of sweat ran down the side of my face.
My breathing grew heavy, as the feeling of an unfinished nightmare came
to mind. I despised nightmares, especially unfinished ones. The thought
of having to see the ending during my next slumber, wasn't something I
was going to wait for.
I
moved over to the edge of the bed, waiting for my eyes to adapt to the
dull lighting in the room. To my amazement. I was back in the room which
started my long journey for answers about my true race. I was very disappointed
about what had happened over the past twenty-four hours. Those emerald
orbs of mine observed the corner of the left side of the room, waiting
for my first mystic encounter to appear and deliver the terrible news about
my friends. But, after waiting for a couple of minutes, he never showed
up...
"Cotton
is dead, Mesarthim was petrified, Rouge has betrayed me and the team, and
Silence... is still out there?" The words had trailed off while I struggled
to get out of the bed and regain my balance.
It
was true... Silence was out there. His body, most likely untouched by the
powers of Orlouge and his minions. Most likely waiting for me in the interior
part of Chateau Aiguille. Most likely standing within the room filled with
flowers. Most likely accompanied by the other mystics which joined me on
my question. Most likely...
For
a moment I thought luck was on my side. However, when I left my tastefully
decorated quarters. I found someone laying motionless in the middle of
the coffin room. Cautiously, hoping that it wasn't somebody I knew, I had
looked down. Red liquid had stained my yellow boots from where i
had stepped within the reddish pools that had cluttered the floor below.
A
few feet in front of me was the corpse that had caught my eye.
I
focused on it. The room well lit; but still not to the point where i could
tell reality from fantasy.
"C-Cotton?
Is that you?" I choked, saying those words almost made me cry.
I
knelt down beside the figure and grabbed part of the body. Using up whatever
strength I had, I dragged it over to a lit candle. Once I got a glimpse
of the figure, I tried to hold in most of my shrieks.
It
was Cotton all right; all bruised up to the point where I hardly recognized
him. During the battle I only saw him get speared by the horned demon.
They must have tortured him after I had blacked out.
Slowly,
ever so slowly, my sight had moved on until I came across His face. It
looked as if he was attacked by a blender of some kind. Those once blue
orbs were smashed in, and one of his paws were chopped off; while the other
had been gnawed to the point were two of his fingers had became one. These
alarming marking were telling me what they had brutally done to him, as
well as the others.
I
closed my eyes, letting my emotions get the best of me and take over my
body. A few green tears had fallen from the tip of my chin.
Soon
after, I found myself cradling his body inside of my lap as I had sat within
the coagulated pools of redden sorrow. Emerald tears had ran from my cheek.
And I realized a awful thing that I was going to have to do.
Wait
for me at the gates of hell. For i will be there soon.
I
begun to scratch behind whatever ear he had left with my gloved hand.
Yes,
we were going to hell. Even after all the good we had done, two voices
still chattered within my mind. But they weren't part of the plan. Saving
them both would have ruined everything. Yet, now that i look at it, we
lost anyway. That was one of the many things used as keys to unlock the
forbidden gates of hopelessness. The Charm Lord, Orlouge, wasn't a evil
person. I was our fault that White Rose was forever trapped within the
Dark Labyrinth. And it is also us who let Rastaban turn Gina into a evil
monster. And still, it was us who killed the Lion Princess.
So
yes, we were going straight to the underworld. One by One...
I
slowly wrapped my gloved hand around Cottons neck. I could feel every bone
in my body becoming stronger. Gradually the glove had begun to eat away
at the body, feeding a very strong hunger for knowledge as well as power.
I started to see life the way he had saw it. All of that hate and suffering
he had experience over the years was now becoming my newly acquired experience
within seconds. Soon it was too much for me; I found myself tossing his
body to the side.
"Cotton...
Forgive me... I will avenge your death." My voice echoed throughout the
room. But my body was no longer there; I had already left the room and
proceeded down the stairwell.
It
was a long journey to the teleportation room. I wasn't at all surprised
when i saw that it was up and running. Even then, I still wasn't too fond
of it. But nevertheless, I had some business to take care of...
A
florescence scent had filled the room. And little petals taken from various
roses begun to frolic around me. It not only brought back memories of my
first time in the castle. It brought back the spearing that happened once
i left the teleportation room.
"How
nostalgic... " With a few steps, I was off the platform. Even from where
I stood; a group of purple stained roses still stood.
No...
It can't be...
And
so did a statue of Mesarthim.
She
was the most cutest mermaid that I would probably ever see. Orlouge must
have wanted her to stay that way for all eternity. Even after i approached
it, she was still alive. I watched as her ocean blue eyes focused on me.
No matter how petrified she was, those tears of emotion she had had slowly
trickled down her cheek. I couldn't bare to see her this way. It was just
terrible how Orlouge was treating the only mermaid mystic there was. If
I was in her predicament right about now... there would be only one thing
that I would want her to do for me...
I
pulled out my mystic sword. And with a apathetic look upon my face, it's
tip was connected to the sides of the mermaid statue. Not once, not twice,
but several times. small chunks of no longer petrified Mesarthim, had fallen
to the ground, smothering whatever flowers were in the way.
I
truly didn't know if that is what she wanted or not... Even with that shocked
look upon her face... She was thanking me...