Infinitas Noctis
There were three. In the midst of the chaos they came from thunderous skies. The screams of the wind drowned the roar of the helicopter. They came in the darkest of blacks with one ray of light each. They were left on the ruined veld. Their hearts held hatred and secrets. They were creatures of the night borne from Heaven's Hell.
運勢花卉
Neo Domino City and Satellite were reunited. They citizens had learnt to live with one another. Even if they found the situation unfavourable they managed to accept their newfound union. However, someone had decided that it wasn't enough. In order for the two to be fully united the perpetrator entered the world of economy. Due to this person's meddling the stock market crashed into oblivion. Neo Domino City and Satellite were cut off from the world. No country would import and no country would take in their exports. The governing bodies tried to save the people but they could not. They were forced into ruin.
The slums of Satellite, a high-rising hope for all developing areas of the world, had changed in the space of twelve days. The beautiful and pristine glass skyscrapers had crashed to the ground. For days the entire site was ablaze. The flames licked the skies and clouds glowed crimson. The ground shook with rage and was veiled with dust and debris. The chaos was beautiful and violent and would not cease no matter how much people wished it to.
Their hopes cannot save them. They cannot even keep them afloat.
The scene is far different from the days of its collapse. The ground is jagged: sharp as rows of shark teeth. The slightest wrong move may cost a limb, or, in some cases, a life.
In this field of ruin there are two people searching amidst the wreckage. They are adorned in black and swathed in shadows. The only light comes from the digital screens they each possess. In the faint light their features are unidentifiable. The only truly identifying attribute they possess is their femininity.
One is taller than the other with luxuriously thick dark chocolate hair. Her eyes are brown, paler than her hair but still incredibly dark, and overflowing with hatred. Her brow appears perpetually furrowed in concentration and irritation. Her skin is dark but had clearly, at one time, been darker than it is at present. Her mouth is curved into a frown as she scans the figures on the screen. She straightens up, signalling to her companion.
The two split up. The first leaves immediately and the second adjusts her high ponytail before departing. Her hair is hazel and messy with a fringe that repeatedly falls into her grey flecked russet eyes. She wipes her fringe aside with a creamy pale hand and frowns at the screen. Her rosy lips purse as she reads the updated figures. She shifts to lean on her left leg. The figures contradict their earlier work: if the differences are true their stay will continue for longer than simply a few days more. She scours the infinite fog distastefully.
She calls. "Lánfēn, what time is there left before we must speak?"
"Lìling, be at peace," Lánfēn scowls: re-emerging from the fog. "He will not call until midnight. We still have time."
"Should I search for the traitor?" Lìling enquires darkly.
A sickening slap echoes vociferously over the ruins. Lìling hisses but quells the temptation to touch her wound. She swallows her pride and bows to her senior. With the tension heightened and anger running wild they return to their tasks diligently without a sound.
Neither notices the young woman - the traitor - watching them from above. Her mysteriousness matches theirs. She is the third, or rather first, to have arrived. She shares in their task but fled the moment her feet touched the ground. If it were possible her heart would be weighed by great burdens.
She smiles softly. She has a perfect view of the two. She narrows her eyes, scanning through dark mists and dust clouds. Her midnight cloak whispers at her heels. Her jaw tightens. She has not forgiven them for what they did all those years ago.
No matter what she does she cannot escape from it. A whisper dawns from far away. She glances to the sky. The scent of an approaching storm fills the air with its tense vibrancy.
Stones stir. She glances to her right. Silhouette lurk in the shadows. Their sharp gasps resonate. She draws her hood nearer to her face. Her dark eyes stare, following every footfall. Most are too small to have reached their teenage years but are too strong to be children. By strength she deduces the minority to consist of young children and near adults.
She drifts a step away, towards deeper darkness. Then, a child glances up. She darts forwards and a cry calls out. A man holds his hands to the children As if to reassure them.
He chokes. "Leave the others alone: they're just children. I'm the only one that you need. I'm a Signer. I-"
Her arm draws tighter around his throat. He lunges towards his companions with flailing arms. They scatter at once and the shadows swallow them whole.
He wheezes. "What do you want?"
She ignores him. The shadows are gathering. Voices linger from afar.
"Go!" she snaps, pushing him harshly.
He stumbles with his arms flailing, eyes wide, mouth agape and rough, ragged breaths that squeak.
Author's Note:
Lìling – White Jasmine Tinkle.
Lánfēn – Orchid Fragrance.
I do not own YuGiOh 5ds.
Author's Note Two: I originally started this in the Contacts section on my I-Pod. I had most of it planned out and knew how the rest would roughly be. I knew the plot for that. It seems that, when typing out Chapters One and Two I had forgotten the conflict at the end of this chapter and took things too far too fast in the next. Oh, bother!
Thank you for choosing to read my story. I hope that you like how it is so far. I am sorry if you are disappointed.
Currently, Chapter Two is how it was originally. When this paragraph is fully Bold the edited version shall be in its place. Please refrain from further reading until then. Thank you.