Before Reading, I just want to make sure this:
I do not own the content or credit of the Drakengard franchise. Drakengard 3 belongs only to Yoko Taro, his production team and Square Enix. So the same I say about the real Book of Enoch, which is an ancient religious book, from which I´m just taking some inspiration.
Many, many moons ago, in a continent surrounded by the sea from north, south, and east, the humanity was enduring an age of terrible depravicy and hardship since the fall of the last empire known to man. The diferent comunities and villages across the land were agruped according to the región which they were located:
There was the Land of the Sands, located at southeast of the continent, facing the southwest sea. It was an arid desert devoid of almost all water and plant-life, where only the strong and smart could afford to survive.
There was the Land of the Seas, located in the middle of the southeast Sea, close to the Land of the Sands. It was constituted by two main main islands surrounded by others of lower size, whose inhabitants used to live from the fishing that the southeast Channel offered.
The Land of the Montains, Located at the west of the continent, limiting with The land of sands through the east, and the land of the Forests through the north. It was a región dominated by high terrain and a montain range submersed in an eternal Winter, a place whose adversity matched the one of it´s eastern neighbor land.
Then there was the Land of the Forests, located at the north of the continent, limiting with the famous Mediterranean Sea. It was a región exuberant with vegetal and animal life, as well old, haunted locations, forgotten by time.
And then, there was the Iberian región, a peninsula located at the farthest point of the northeast of the continent. It was región who had contact with both the southeast and Mediterranean Seas, as well with the Deep Blue, a vast region of endless wáter extending to where the sun dissapears. Also, it was the location of the legendary cathedral city. . .
Each land, except for the Iberian región, was dominated by powerful and cruel magic users, coronating themselves as kings of their own region. These lords, drown in depravicy and pursuing their own interests, held and even enforced the misery and depravicy of their own people. No one had the guts to oppose these cruel rulers, due as soon a protest or a cry was heard, the instigator was inmediatly executed, tortured, or even worse.
These cruel magicians. . . their heart knew nothing but selfish indulgence. They were nothing but jailors of their own breathen.
But then one day, five beautiful goddness known as intoners descended from the sky, and overthrown the corrupt lords of the land. Having saved the people from their evil misdeeds, each intoner proceeded to take command each land of the continent, technically inhereting the belongings, wealth and army from each lord in their respective land.
And lastly, the cathedral city, the city without ruler since these last years, was only deserving of the most noble and intelligent of the Intoners
Each intoner ruled with relative prosperity and justice compared to the vicious and malevolent rulers of the past, aiming to lead the next generation to an age of prosperity and progress. The world starting to finally see a beam of light in the dark future.
Until one day, a person known as Zero, the sixth intoner, attempted against the life of the rest of the Intoners, by assaulting them in the cathedral city during a meeting, along with the companionship of Michael, a Holy dragon and autoproclamed "the strongest one". Fighting and slaughtering countless amount of men and beasts without mercy, Zero finally reached to her sisters.
And a battle begin. Zero was more powerful than any of her younger sisters, but fighting against five mighty foes, who themselves carried the power of song proved to be a real challenge. Despite her effords, said battle ended in stalemate for both parties, althought it was more than a loss than a stalemate for Zero, due to the fact that she had lost his companion Michael and her left arm at the fire of Gabriel, one of her sisters´s invoked daemon, One.
Said events had ocurred one year ago. And now, the Cathedral city, once a land who promised peace, prosperity, and the future of the continent, was now again a battlefield.
As if said city only purpuse was to attract conflict and death and misery.
Across the streets, many soldiers, knights and tamed creatures and monsters are laying dead on the cold ground, having been evisrated as result of attemping to hold off the match of the "Traitor" and her retinue. At least, that´s how they knew Zero and her group of disciples.
Having waited almost a full year to recover, Zero, along with the reincarnation of the her companion Michael, The hatching known as Mikail, resumed her hunt upon the intoners, her five little sisters. After slaying and taking the powers of Five, Four, Three and Two in their respective lands, Zero directed her way towards the cathedral city, where her last sister, One, was waiting. Along the way, she also had took the disciples from each one of her sisters. The intoners used their disciples to make efective use of their powers without losing control, albeit they ignored this fact.
Said invocations called through the power of the song were called Angels, beings who were, according to the rumors, creations and servants of the gods.
Althought Zero had use of the disciples for. . . more primitival reasons. After all, all the Disciples were men. Eventually, Zero would make her way towards the Cathedral, where One was preparing for her last stand in her palace. But things had gotten a dramatic point.
At some point during her push towards the old cathedral, after Mikail had to separate from the party in order to drag the attention of Gabriel, the daemon dragon, Zero´s party were caught in a trap made by an unknown commander figure, forcing Zero from her disciples and continue alone, as she could feel from her flower-eye that time was running short. Because she had decided long ago that no sacrifice should be spared in order to achieve her objective, she steeled herself and left behind her disciples to dealt with the enemy, knowing also that soon they would no longer be useful.
Besides, she was confident that those four fool would be able to handle their own at least before their ended and reverted to their original, useless forms. At least, that was what was telling herself as son resumed her push towards the cathedral.
Little she knew that her sister One, this time, had made a plan to defeat her. Also, she even less knew that she had done exactly what the unknown commander wanted . . .
In the great hall of the Cathedral, atop the montain that protected the city from north, A great door was opened. She was there, sitted in her throne and reading a book, in the other side of the hall, and Zero herself was just in the door.
"Whatcha readin?" Zero asked uninterested, as she started walking towards One. Even after having token so much time, even after being so close to the fullfilment of her objetive, she decided to kill some time before take out on her sister.
"Ah, Zero" She said sarcastically, as she expected the presence of her so-hated sister for a while ago. The screams of dread, the sound of the clash of metals and chopping of the flesh of her soldiers, and even the smell of blood were perceived by One thanks to her ever highly developed senses.
Responding to her sister´s questions, as giving herself one last possible chance to chat politelly and perhaps iluminate her sister in something, as a certain someone had suggested before, One responded coldly " Just a record of life from the Cathedral"
"A record of life?"
"Yes" Then One redirects her sight towards the one eyed woman, her smell was as if she had just took a bath in blood "Zero, Don´t you feel curious about this city?"
"Why should care. . ?" Despite the answer, One pushed foward with her talk.
"Is said that this city is where all the magic of the world originated. Spell were crafted here that were even beyond our abilites as intoners. This place was where magicians and intelectuals from diferent parts of the world learned the secret of magic, and soon, a new flourish civilization aroused" Zero was still keeping her sister to talk, for some reason, she felt interested in hearing the story " But then. . . " It was at tha moment that One stopped reading her book. Throwing it aside, she stood up"Something ocurred, something that made dissapear everysingle inhabitant of this city. Men, Women, Child, eldery, Animals, Beasts and other Non-humans. . . everyone dissapeared like nothing, without any trace, as if they had never existed before. . .what do you believe that happened to them?"
After moment of silence and staring, Zero grunted and responded.
"Who the hell cares? If they ended up blowing themselves with some magic, or simply screw themselves with some sort mumble-jumbo spell, then they got it well deserved for messing around with something they didn´t understood. As for you. . " Then she rose her blade against One, her only good eye and body filled with bloodlust again"You can bet you won´t be so fortunate to have an end like those fools, One. Time´s up, so, now that I responded your useless question, why don´t you just hold still, so I can kill fucking you for once!?" She gritted her teeth as she rushed towards her sister at great speed. One armed herself with her chakram on her right, she prepared herself for a battle agaist Zero.
*Clash*
One gets taken back by the strike between the blades, almos stumbling. Recovering her footing on the ground, she slides away from Zero´s thrust, and then procedes to block another furry of attacks from Zero.
"What? Not gonna use your magic or something!?" Zero delivered the mock as she made One hold back with one slash. The hit was blocked, but One could feel obvious diference of strenght between her and Zero. Moving in zig-zag, Zero launched her next strike on One´s side, but to her surprise, she ducked below, making a sweeping kick that throwed her out balance. One proceded and slashed Zero on the front, at the same time she backstepped, she avoided the being cut deeper, but the wound was still there.
"There is no need to waste flowers on the pig´s nourishment!" Despite the mock, which only served to infury Zero, One knew well about the dire situation she had decided to sumerge in, as her sister rushed at her again. In terms of physical abilites, Two was probably the most fit of the six, with Zero being close to her. In fact, if she had to place herself, it would be at the middle place, just before four and three, who were slouchs.
Also, Melee combat wasn´t definely her forte, magic was, but she needed to reserve all in order to proceeded to the next step of her plan, and calling Gabriel was unfortunely out of question, as he also had a key role to fullfil in said plan she had designed. Even if she attempted to summon another Angel, that would end in a fatal failure, as Zero was keeping a constant pressure on her, promising a deadly strike should she make a mistake in her defense or attack.
Doing a flip in the Air, Zero used both hands to grip his sword and land a strike on One. Fortunely for her, she rolls the way out of the attack.
"Hold still you little. . !" Zero, for the other hand, was trying to concentrate in the fight and not let her anger to dominate her, but it was so frustrating to see her sister to escape from her reach everytime she had the chance to strike her down, clearly showing she had got slighly better in combat. Zero had gotten grumpy since she saw how the party was forced to split(again) And now, One´s mocking, her elusiveness fighting, without even trying to use magic or her song, was making her losing her marbles-
´Wait. . She is not using magic at all . .´ Zero knew that One´s strenght radicated in the use of magic. Seeing her not enchanting or using her power of song in any moment ticked her off. Also, she hadn´t realized about this before, but One had been playing at the defense all this time. Sure, if she let a opening, she would approach, but with caution, not fully investing all her movement in her attacks.
All of this builded in her a bad feeling. . . and cursed mentally for not having put attention at this before.
After a few minutes of clashing steels and failed slashes, they stopped. Covered in wounds and bruishes and seeing at the each other with burning hate, the battle looked even for the both intoners, but it was obvious for Zero´s own superior speed and strenght didn´t helped a lot to overwhelm One´s defensive and elusive fighting style.´ Just how, how she manages to predicts my moves anyways?´
For the other hand, One was starting to reach her limits of her physical endurance. Sure, her endurance, vitality and toughness was above the human standars, but Zero´s was even further. She could only hold off Zero for so long until-.
"Fancy moves One. . . And I thought you just were only slouching back with books in a chair" One´s was taken aback by her response for a minute, but she inmediatly shock it off, and returned to her with a tone of confidence, panting between words.
"You think . . . .I wouldn´t . . . be ready. . . for your arrival?" Then One heard a certain sound coming from far her location. Fast steps, moving at the limit of the human speed, was moving towards them. She smiled, relief was starting to build up in her chest, but she throwed off those feelings"No. . . you have no idea. . . how much I had to suffer in order to reach your level. . "
No, first she needed to complete the plan and secure victory, then she could, at least for a moment, take a time to relax. However said thoughts had made her display something.
"What´s with that stupid smile in on your face huh!?" Zero grew angrier than before, the vision of one smilling in the middle of a battle to the death had ticked her off.
"Who knows. .?" She shrugs in a vague, yet teasing tone of voice. Keeping Zero unaware the surprise was a critical factor in the eficienty of the plan "Maybe I have faith in myself. Maybe I´m confident in that I´m going to live " Even so, One boasted a little bit. The sight of her plan about to give fruit was, in a way she never knew before, stimulating her.
"Going to live? Have faith? Sorry to interrupt, but the only thing you can get hope for is that you will end with my goddamed blade across your bloody heart!" As soon One´s saw the door from afar starting to opening a little, she decided to give some final words to an already pissed Zero in order to distract her.
" Zero!, tell me!" The exclamation made Zero freeze for a second"If you could have grasped the chance, would you have wanted things, all this bloodbath, end in a diferent way?" The question itself went like an arrow towards her thoughts. What the hell she was talking about? This wasn´t about wharever doing things diferent or not, but about what had to be done.
"Maybe. . . You and your sisters could have commited suicide for me that time we met, so I hadn´t got to deal with all those cannon folder and trash you and your sisters had as soldiers and beasts . . . "
"So you admit not regreting nor wanting to change anything until now!?" This question, despite the true intention, carried the honest sentiment of One.
During a few seconds, her mind made a revision of all her life until now, and she realized something.
There was only one thing she regreted. It had nothing to do with the intoners whatsoever, but it was something she still beated herself up until this day: The death of Michael, the only one who. . .
´But it doesn´t matter anymore. Mihkail has gotten stronger, so I guess we are even, Michael´
" *sigh*. . . fine, wanna know!? There is something I regret, you know, and that is having not kill all of you, you stupid intoners, that first time we met in this shithole of city!"her burly-bold voice returned with full strengh, repressing any sentiment of remorse or sadness, as her deed had to be done with the most of the chills" Still!, in the end this changes nothing!. This isn´t about what I want only, this is about what must be done. What needs to be done for my sake, for your sake, and for the sake of everyone. You don´t know about it, and I don´t need to think about it. . ." Then she pointed her blade towards One"Just stay still so I can give you a quick, painless death !" And she charged,
Very well, the most dangerous part of the plan was starting to intiate now, with one Word:
"GENESIS!"
*STAB!*
And then, Zero was pierced through her stomach by a powerful arrow. Blood splatered the floor. The sudden shout from One´s exited lungs had taken her by surprise.
"W-ha . . . what´s-" she moved her eyes to her midsection, staring at the pointy tab erupting from inside her guts. Soon, she started to feel dizzy, and lose all sense of balance.
"Behold Zero, as for now, I will make sure you redeem yourself from all the sins you have commited, wharever you agreed with it or not!" One acclaimed, as she went towards the book she throwed earlier.
At the door, the shooter, covered in a large cloak with Hood from before had just done the shot. No longer wearing his hood, he proceded to walk towards the pair, eyes still locked on Zero, who was stumbling as result of her wound.
Turning to see his aggresor. The angry-pained face of Zero contortionated for confusion just before tensing in a expression of mild shock and disbelief. Then became filled with wrath as she shot a glare full of poison at her attacker
"Y-you. . . no. . .nonono! what are you doing here. . . you. . .you. . .YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO BE FUCKING DEAD! ROTING WITH THE MAGGOTS!"
And so, Zero faced her retribution, ironically. And so, all what have you just read didn´t exactly developed in the way as you initialy thought it happened.
The Book of Enoch
"Even broken, a cup of glass can be still be beautiful to repair. Why humans shouldn´t be?"
Jericho Holemberg, "The wicked man"
"And then, he proceeded to spy the village, knowing that their attemps of being united would fail, that they would end up turning against each other. He finally accepted his true nature, his morbid tastes. It allowed him to appreciate a unique beauty, only known to some men of the past: The beauty of tragedy. Such end, such emotions, it would keep him alive and keep him moving foward, in world where sense of reason was falling and hell was rising. The end"
The man had just closed the book, being sit on a bed where a children was laying. Said bed was one among many inside the dorm room, where children of the same age of boy who was listening the tale were asleep
The man was no father, nor he had responsability over the children, but he enjoyed to tell histories and tales of diferent genre to them, from diferent sources across the world, and see their reactions. Sometimes they laughted, sometimes they got facinated, the reactions were mix. Reading was the only hobby he had outside of his job.
" Daaa, what a boring endin-!" The child, of red hair and chestnut eyes, had raised his voice, and thus, the hand of his tutor at the next moment was covering it, preventing it from waking up the other children.
"Shhhh. . . you should respect your peer´s rest. Do not raise your voice!" He whispered. After removing his hand from the red-headed kid, the kid pouted in annoyence due to the action. Still, he expressed his opinion.
" I said. . . what a boring ending, I thought Ibrahim would end with a happy ending, like finding a new family, or marrying a pretty princess" At the opinion, the man could only sadly smile
"Not everyone has the same likes, little one" The man said to the child, as it was forbiden to say the names of the children" Some people find happiness in love or wealth, some people find it in things such as power or knowledge. And then there some people who simply enjoy themselves with the missery of the others. This was the tale of a man who, after losing everything he had, eventually discovered himself, at the end of his journey that he was truly this kind of person"The red-haired kid could only yawn at her tutor´s review.
"Ibrahim was surely a weirdo, but. . . why he didn´t realized about what he wanted sooner? He was smart"
"Because, despite his intelligence, he couldn´t bear the thought of being a twisted person, and it was all because of his morals: Ibrahim was a noble, the firstborn of a distint and benign family, who followed the designs of their church, and took care of their subjects. Justice, kindness, loyalty, he was educated under these three morals as principles for most of his life, the same ones who hindered his compresion of his real nature, of what he wanted, as these dark impulses were agaist everything he was taught. Only when he started to wander throught the world after losing his home., he started to put aside these values, and even question them"
"Ahhh. . " The child responded in realization. Then the man deviated his eyes from the child´s, staring at the moon across a nearby window
"However, being governed by your desires can also work agaist you, but there is only so much we humans can repress, without losing our sense of reality. . ." The man finally ended.
The kid then lied down to the bed, both hands behind his nape, and eyes staring the ceiling, while meditating about what he was told. He felt. . .weird.
"I don´t get it. . . no matter how I think about it, I don´t get why someone would be happy with just staring the suffering of others. . ." The adult alongside him chuckled internally. The struggle of a kid trying to understand an obscure piece of literature was always amusing.
Considering the stuff the children of the "orphanage" had to deal with a daily basis, plust the fact that this "little one" had more to bear, he still felt surprised at seeing that the kid reasoning and curiosity hadn´t disminished.
In hindsight, it creep him out. It creep him out how "natural" he was despite all.
"Don´t think of it too much, just accept that not everyone has the same vision of "happiness" in this world, as well not everyone is exactly the same as you"
"Mhh . . . okay, I guess you are right, Sam" "Sam" was the nickname the red-head had decided to use to refer to his tutor and inmediate superior "Althought I envy that guy, Ibrahim. Having the chance marry a pretty princess and leaving her behind . . ."
"Do you really want to meet a princess?" The man asked out of amusing curiosity
"N-no, not really. . . well, not like I can do it, right? goes agaisnt the "rules" "
"Yes, it sure itdoes sadly" The man reaffirmed. But then the kid rose his face with a new, uncaring smile.
"But I´m fine with it! Because I have you to tell me histories about it, and I have my friends here! There is no need for me to look for stuff outside!" The "Little one" was person who found hard to be depressed or sad. "Besides, I can always see them in my dreams . . .*Sigh*like. . . Right. . Now. . " The boy covered in his blankets, and closed his eyes, and a new subject was brought" Tomorrow is the initiation, right, Sam?"
"Yes, you must rest well and be ready at the first light along your peers. Otherwise-"
"Yeah, yeah, another round in the "Pinwheel" for getting late. Everyone will be early, I. . *Sigh* . . assure you that no one would want be get dragged there" The man, satisfied with the answer, stood up from the bed, and started to move towards the door.
" night then, little one. May your dream be revitalizing" But then he stopped in dead tracks after hearing the voice of the "Little one", asking him.
"Umh, Sam?"
"Yes?" He turned towards the bed, a little unnerved at his call.
"Could you please tell me another history tomorrow?" The man saw him for a while, his eyes serious, debating if it was wise to keep doing the norcturnal meetings like this one.
"Sure, I will bring you another story, fresh and interesting tomorrow, now rest" And then he closed the door.
And never kept a promise ever again.
Somewhere in the paths of a big valley, land of the montains, crossing border to the land of the sands. April 998.
"Fala boska iet that sha! Bolniska-na-la. . ." A Young man was singing a little song in an unknown language, with a stupid smile on his face. He was lying on the plains closely to a soil path, not caring about the grass caresing his body nor the bugs getting inside his clothes. He was actually wearing a buttoned dark leather vest with a red-line in form of an Y in the center, and a collarbone that extended to the middle of his pectorals. A dirty, yellow sleeved shirt was seen below the vest. Wearing green pants of wool and brown skin shoes, he had let visible the chains of a necklane rounding his neck and converging in his chest, covered by the shirt and vest.
Said young man was also drunk. If the almost unintegable song and horrible odor were prove enought, a single person could said that the young man was nothing but a dirty vagrand who had just hit the score yesterday, with tons, tons of alcohol at night.
*GROOOWWWLL!*
"So hungry. . . ahh!. . . why I had to leave that village. .. . Wait, how did I left the village? uhhh, I don´t remenber . . .great, now I will die hunger here. . . and alone. . . with no marrying. And as a virgin, meh. . .. . I´m so hazy and drunk. . .
Well, I wouldn´t like it in a ever better way. .. . . but I don´t think I can move for a while . ."
*GROOOOWWLLL!*
"Uhhh. . . " The sounds of his stomach, this time, was strong enought to make him flinch of pain. After all, Alcohol was a failure as a meal"Maybe. . .maybe I should rest a little . . .longer and then look for food. . ."
And so, still drunk in his own right, the young man failed to notice how a wheelbarrow was getting close. Their ocuppants hadn´t detected the young man layed upon the grass yet. They were five sisters, each of them wore their outfit with a cloak of diferent colour, but each of them had the same detail: A black collarbone with a golden, circular insignia. They were in her way towards the land of sand
"Look, there someone over there!" A blue short-haired girl, with eyes as blue as her short and messy hair perceived the man first, loosing the hold of the wheelbarrow she was carrying. She had the number "II" engraved in her forehead, and wore a blue vest which exposed her midriff, a blue short skirt with a black belt entangled around the hips. Most of her body was covered by a blue cloak.
"He doesn´t look too good! I think we should check!" The one claiming it was a girl who had twin pony tails made by two teal hairclips with her brown hair, and a "IV" engraved in her forehead. She wore a green shirt with yellow lines and a collarbone with a short white skirt. All of that was covered by a large dark green cloak. Her eyes were green.
Said girl was the first ran inmediatly with visible worry, followed upclose by most of their sisters. Finally, everyone stepped aside in order to leave the wisest of her sisters to examinate the man. She had a slighly pale blonde-semi short hair with red eyes, and wore a white one piece-sleeved tunic that reached to where her thights began, leaving exposed her legs. Along her waist a brown belt holded a bandoleer in her left hip, and her collar bone and upper part of her back was covered by a small, grey poncho. Perhaps the most flamboyant of her attire was her cloak: It was red with black borders.
In the forehead of the pale blonde, the number " I " was engraved.
"How is he, One? Is he alive, is he dead?" This time, one of the sisters had asked out of curiosity. She was another blond but of long hair, with a busty chest and eyes as gold as her mane, resalted by her black vest with a cleavage in the middle, and a yellow cloak. She had the number "V" engraved in the forehead. One had reached a conclusion before even getting close to the individual, preterminated by the stench she had catched with her nose a little while before.
"He is ok, just drunk. . Really drunk" One covered her noise, the odor was now stronger than before due to the fact that she was in front of the source.
"Drunk. . .?" Two asked. She had heard the word before, but she couldn´t remenber where. . .
"A state of haziness and stupidity caused by ingesting too much alcohol" One inmediatly answered. Then Two, the blue-haired girl, gasped in realization
"Ahhh! You mean he drink too much of that drink you say we should never taste?" One nodded to the blue haired girl"Wow, it looks awful!"
*GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOWLLLLLLLL!*
"Ugghh. . ." The young man had just winced in hunger, a reaction not unnoticed by the five little girls.
"Looks like he is starving. Oh, poor mister. I don´t think I wouldn´t be able to endure such torture!" Said Five.
"Well if only you hadn´t your boobs getting bigger and bigger. . ." Muttered four, with a glint of jealousy.
"Should we . . .helping him?" This time, a long-purple haired girl with stoic eyes of the same color as the hair asked, showing some sort of dificulty in expressing words. Inside the purple cloak she wore a gothic lolita purple dress, with a buttoned lilac and sleeved shirt on the chest. In the left side of her hair she had a clearly was the most introverted of the sisters, but she knew well that the young man was starving. Or at least that he was hungry. She had the number "III" engraved in her forehead.
"Lalilulelo~ . . Lalilulelo~ . . Lalilulelo~. . ." He started to mumble, earning the odd stare of the sisters, except for one of them.
"I say we bring him with us! He looks like someone funny. And maybe he could work as a servant for us~!" The busty blonde said, already charmed by the non-sense the man was saying in his alcoholic coma.
However, One stood in her guard: How many times they had met people in necesity only to find out they were criminals and scumbags ready to backstab and sell out anyone dumb enought to pick them? She did felt some compasion for the man, but first came the safety of her sisters.
"Serve us? . . . Five, we can´t take avail of someone who is just starving!" The pony tailed exclament, albeit a little exagerated. But she was right, it was not right to do that.
"We must be cautious, for all we know he could be a bandit, or a murderer. Taking him with us could compromise us" Then had One declared. And it was actually a really good argument"Still, he could be just a normal peasant who went too far with his drink, so we can´t just keep a blind eye to his condition. My sisters, I want to hear your opinions, Should we take care of him, or should we leave give our back to him?"and then One´s sight scanned her sisters, expecting the reponses.
"I say we take him with us" The busty blonde assured without a hint of doubt. The young man, despite
"I agree, but only in order to aliviate his condition, not as a servant!" Said Four in opposition to Five.
"I. . I´m not so sure. . . I. . ."The blue haired girl, Two, doubted. She liked and wanted to help people the best she could do, but wasn´t used how to deal with people who could be criminals or not. Normally, One should decide and everyone else would follow. Why she was asking for the opinions of her sisters now? "I don´t want to leave someone die. . But if he is a bandit then. . .I-I don´t know"
"Worry not, Two" One assured to her blue haired sister, putting a hand in her sister´s left shoulder"We have the means of restrain his movements. I can assure you he won´t harm us if that concerns you" Two´s expression then relieved a bit.
"We do? . . .If that´s the case, then I agree with Five and Four. We should help him" One smiled, now she wanted to know the opinion of her last sister.
"Ok, Three, what do you-" But none of the sisters realized until now that the Long-violet haired girl had got physically close to the stranger.
Much, much close . . .
" He smells funny. . . strange" Three was kneeled next to the young man. Her face so close to the face of the fallen, a sight from stoic violet orbits was contemplating the male´s face. As expected, Four jumped, leting out a squee.
"No, Three! Get off from him before your clothes get drenched with alcohol´s smell!" And so Four started to separate her sister from the stranger
"Mhh, I think that counts as a yes, One ~" Five, the Busty blode assured.
"So it seems. Two, bring the rope from the wheelbarrow. It should be stored inside the box with three lines carved"
"Ok dokey, One!" Then Two ran back to their transport.
"Mhhp. . .*sigh* . . wha. ."As the young man found out , he could feel something squezing his hands" huh . . .what!the fuck is this!?"
"Swear!" A female voice, which the young man associated with a young girl, had answered.
The young man had just awoken in the middle over a floor of wood, along some other supplies such as vegetables, clothes and herbs. While he felt somewhat relieved to see at last something editable, his outburst was because of the rope tying his hands from behind. Now with his yells of surprise, he had managed to alert everyone on the wheelbarrow, and thus stopping it´s course.
After parking the primitive vehicule behind a tree, at a few meters from the soil path, the five sisters proceeded to do his deed: Two and Four lifted a big cauldron to a place, while Five and Three only carried some cabagges, potatoes sacks, and bags with a distinguishble smell that the young man identified as meat
"Well, well, well, looks like my biggest fears have become a reality: Little miss bandits are real now" The young man said as he observed how two girls were maniobrating the iron cauldron to move it to outside. At the statement, Two wanted to answer, to deny that they were not theft or murderers, but One had specificaly told her, as to the others, to not talk him or even look at him. Everyone carried her task with ease in order to settle up a little camp.
The young man could only sigh at the vision of their little captors "Aren´t these times so bad that even childs have become criminals. . .?"
"You are also suspect of being that too, mister" A voice had reached from behind the young man. Lifting and turning his head, he could see how a young girl of red eyes and short blond hair was sitted in the driver seat, legs crossed, seeing him with cold and contemplative stare, as if she was examinating.
One had managed to sneak behind the captive, and specificaly seated there in order to give herself a position of superiority in front of their captive, a factor she believed would help in the interrogation that was coming.
The young man easily noticed the air of arrogance and righteousness from the little girl. It was something he used to perceive in most nobles.
"Well. . ."The young man twisted his body, and managed to seat on the wood floor, facing One" I´m not guilty of kidnapping at least, you know~?" He teased, letting out a little chuckle before adopting a more serious demeanor, as he realized the girl was stiff in her face motions, indicating she was meaning bussiness.
"Answer, why were you inconscious on the ground close to the road? What happened to you before?" One had a bit of a guess what their captive was, or at least, what he had done before, but she still carried with the interrogation, just to be sure.
"Why a bandit should care about the past of their victims?" His response was more of defiance rather than protecting something: He didn´t like to give the others the satisfaccion. One was getting used to these kind of chat, as she and her sisters had dealt with thugs and thefts before.
"That´s right. Why should a bandit care? shouldn´t this excuse us of being bandits? as if we were a bunch a such, then you would have been killed already, and we would had left your lifeless body devoid of all their possesion. . .not like you have many, I can see. . ."
"Maybe you are right. . . maybe you are just a bunch of little girls and that´s it. . ." But then, his face contortioned in a furious frowl" Or maybe you want me to spill where I became drunk in the first place. . ." He said calmly and stern, taking One aback"You can´t trick me, bandit!"
"*Sigh*" Then rose her voice, but not to the point of losing control"We are not bandits! Did you saw my sisters carry any kind of weapon?" at that statement, the young man took a few seconds before answering back.
She had just revealed to him that they were a family. Combined with the fact that they wore expensive clothes, as well a golden insignia, he started to make his own assumptions.
"Ha! then this could mean you are magicians!" This ended up shocking One, whose eyes grew wide and her mouth opened at the statement."Magicians don´t have any need for weapons, they can use the black and white arts of magic to their needs"Of course, all this was being made up by the young man, only to screw with her petite captor "In fact, I never heard or seen petite bandits such as yours, but I did heard, and seen magic users among bandits. I´m sure you are using some sort of magic trick to make me see you as little girls so I can drop my guard and reveal information, you wrenches!" The hardiness of his voice, the angry expression on his face, makes One flinch in then felt how something was starting to press her chest, making her lose all her cold semblance . She felt bad, as if she had commited an horrible crime, except that she didn´t, but the feeling was still there. Her cheeks were getting red, and her eyes were starting to feel watery our of sudden.
Then the young man bursted in laughter.
"Hahahahaha!, Oh my. . D-did you really swalloved it at all, did you!?" his outburst snapped One, as well most of the intoners, who raised their sights towards the wheelbarrow when the outburst was heard"I mean look at your face, it says" Im sorry Im sorry". . . you even look like you are about to cry, hahaha-haha! It so funny, I couldn´t resist!" The reveal confused One for a moment, but after finally realizing what he had done, She felt like an idiot. After all, how could a human realize that they were. . .?
"You, insolent rat, I gave you the benefit of the doubt and you-"
"One, the dinner is ready!" The voice of Two reached both captor and captive, shocking the anger of the former, and letting her smell the delicious aroma of cooked meat with vegetables.
*GROOOLLLWWWW*
The captive also smelled the delicious aroma, and so had his stomach growled in demand of that food.
"Oh, nice! That smells delicious, I could take a little meal before . . uh oh. . ." He soon felt chilled when he realized the shadow of smirk drawing on One´s face.
The young man´s face was now one of worry.
"Not so of a jester now?" Her voice had returned to her previous cold and neutral form, but now a slighly feel of smug was in face.
"Well. . . .mmmhh. . I used to act in taverns, hehehe~. . . Ta-da. I´m a real, successful jester, you know!?" But one´s evil smirk stood there, seeing the helpless young man. She took off from the seat´s driver and started to walk towards her sisters, who where serving the meal, seated around the cauldron. But before getting further, she turned towards the wheelbarrow.
"Do not worry, mister, as we will resume this interrogation. . .after we eat~" She made a clear emphasis on the last "We", at the same time she signalized herself with her own hand.
"Y-yeah. . .that´s good, you know. . . people must have full belly these days to work . . . hey, by we you mean you and your sisters or you and me and your sisters?" Then One, with a devious smile she answered:
"Yes" And then she speed up her pace towards the cauldron.
"Yes. . . Yes what?, hey girl! Yes What? Yes is only a numeric . . ." But one paid no attention to his words.
After sitting down on the ground in circle among her sisters, Little One was handed a plate of wood, containing a soup made of meat and vegetables.
Despite the ramblings of the captured man, the atmosfere was cheery.
"This is a nice cook. Who did it this time?" One asked .
"I did!" Two raised her arm" Althought I had help from Four and Three. ."
"Wonderful done you three" and then she patted Two´s head, and an assuring smile to the others.
"Ok!, Ok! I´m sorry! I´m sorry! I just wanted to tease you a little bit!, Don´t take it personal, but seeing a kid so serious these days . . ." This yelling finally brought up the subject of the prisoner at hand of the five sisters"I felt the urge to tease you!"
"Soosh, Onach. . Ish she a wandit or nkot ? Said Five, her mouth full of food.
"I´m not so sure. He didn´t want to cooperate, so I couldn´t confirm it" She lied. Of course he was not bandit, his attempt to not reveal the location of the nearby village where he had got drunk hadn´t been ignored by One. No, she just wanted to punish him a little for making her felt like an idiot. But her sisters didn´t needed to know that part, and besides, she was really going to let him fed after they eat. She wasn´t that mean
But still, even as a no-nonsense person, One had a lightly petty side as any normal girl at her age.
"I don´t know. . . leaving someone like this. . ."Two was feeling bad for the cries of the young man, but she wouldn´t contradict her older sister. Meanwhile, Four was attemping to make Sure Three was not playing with her hair by sumerging it in the soup.
Unfortunely, it was too late.
"Look four . . my hair smells like food now. . . I can draw with my hair" Three was "painting" Fous´s clothes with the her stained hair.
"No Three! You mustn´t play with your food-AAAGHH! GET AWAY YOUR DIRTY HAIR FROM MINE´S!" Four was struggling with Three in an attempt to fend off Three´s stained hair in soup. Five just laughted at that sight "Don´t laught off, help me!"
"Ughhhhh. . . Help!. . .Please!. . . I´m dying!. . . my stomach!. . . is eating itself!. . .and now is disgesting my intestines!. . . soon it will eat me!. . . OH MY-" One did her best to not hear the fake-exagarated voice of the captive young man. However, two. . .
"E-excuse me One, b-but, can we let him eat, please!?he is suffering so much. . " Two requested, at mercy of the captive. One could only sigh and give the ok.
" . . fine. . . anyways, if he keeps yelling, he would end up bringing some bandit attention to us. Two, go and release him"
"Hey, don´t you think they are exagerating?" Said Two, a while ago being cheery, now only watching the scene with concern.
"Definitively. Anyways, this is gross. . ." Answered Four, as she and the rest of the sisters were staring how Five and the young man were eating fast, gulping the food without almost chewing it, only to proceeded to the next chop. the barbaric way they were swallowing the food reminded her of pigs, henceforth her cringe.
After being released and invited(under the death-threat of not doing anything funny with her sisters by One ) The young man started to eat without restrain the soup made of cabbage, potatoes and meat with relish and speed, weirding out most of the sisters except for Three and Five. The last one, as good eater as she was, saw in the young man a rival.
As result, without even the verbal mention of the challengue, both Five and the young stranger started to compete, to see who was able to eat the most food, and not puke. At the beginning, Two had started to cheer for her sister.
"Yeah, go Five, show him the stomach of an intoner!" One had got alarmed at the claim Two had just made. She knew well that their former captive, now guest was far smarter that he looked. And most probably had heard Two´s statement about being an intoner.
"Please, don´t eat too much, or you could end up puking everything" Four had warned, seeing how dangerously the food race was going. And now, after a tense 10 minutes of continuous choping, gulping and repeating, Five finally gave up by puking everything
"UMHAAWWWWW!"
. . . over Three´s persona, and fell to the ground, semi-unconstious, and groaning of pain, drooling saliva combined with a yellow sustance from her mouth. The act had three took by surprise , whose eyes whose eyes widened in surprise. Then she proceeded to touch the substance that was staining her clothes and drenching her hair.
". . . .Yuck. . ." Even Three knew well that this was beyond she tolerated.
"EEWWHH, GrossGrossGrossGrossGROSS!" Four shriek of disgust. She put her hands covering the mouth, trying to not left the contents of her own stomach exit too. One could only facepalm at the stupid scene: Five had just puke and passed out, Three was touching her dress, covered by the puke, and Four bitching around with her motormouth, talking about Five´s uncontrollable apetite and chest. Only two was there, staring a little bit worried at her sisters, with a nervous smile drawn in her face. One mentally sighted.
´*Sigh*. . .sometimes I wonder if we are sisters after all´ Then she proceeded to order Two to take three behind the wheelbarrow and change her clothes. At her orders, Two complied with a nod, carefully taking Three´s hands and moving towards the wheelbarrow.
"Four, how is Five doing?" The double-pony haired girl then kneeled next to Five. After begrudgingly checking her, as well mentally praising how Five deserved that, she gave her diagnostic.
"She is fine, apparently she is only suffering of the belly, and also she stained a part of her clothes " Said, after frowning at the her sister, some liquid still escaping from her mouth "I think I´m going to look if there is any river or pond around in order to bring her some water, are you ok with that?" Four said, poiting to nodded in confirmation. Then Four moved towards the wheelbarrow in order to pick a cube.
Finally, both One and the stranger were alone(Five was out of cold). Since the moment the blon had puked, the stranger had left his plate of meal and stayed in silence, seeing how the little girls were organizing themselves to deal with the after of the disgusting occurance. One was glaring him attentively, while the young man was actually seeing her with a relaxed expression.
"Thanks for the meal. . . and sorry for what happen recently" The young man understood that was not wise to mess with her.
"You didn´t did anything"
"Yes, that is what I did: I could have told her I had no desire to compete agaist her, but I was curious to see if she would really do it. .you know, make a race with me" He signaled at Five´s unconstious body"I know no word was said, but I silently took her challengue when I increased the pace"
"There is no need to ask for forgiveness. Five has this bad tendency to eat in excess in the meals, even when she isn´t hungry. She deserved that" One responded, her glare slowly softing. But still she was not trusting the stranger" I guess at this point you own me. . Sorry, you own us an explanation"
"Right. . . but I think it would be better to wait for the rest of your sister to return, so I don´t have to repeat myself" The young man hate it when he had to repeat a whole history just when he had just finished.
"Sounds reasonable" Then both of them stayed in silence.
Eventually, Two returned with Three, excusing herself for the wait. Shortly after, Four appeared, with a cube of water. Carefully she started to vert with her hands some water on Five´s face. This helped Five to wake up, althought the belly-ache was still present.
The five sisters were reunited, and One made the motion to the stranger to present himself.
"Mhh! Mhh!, I appreciate your hospitally, little ones. The food was delicious, so I would like to extend my appreciations to the cook personality before presenting myself" all five sisters inmediatly stared at Two, who started to get a little flushtered and started to scrach her nape, avoiding crossing eyes with the man.
"A-ah, it was nothing!, One cooks even better than me-"
"Non-sense, little lady. You cook, in the mouth of the starving is not less than a blessing. Thank you" and with a faint, but lovely smile,Two felt how her chest was feeling hot out of suddent.
"Tch, this guy is a pro. Not even went for the physical yet and already has Two over her kneels" Four gritted between teeths. Four had heard her and shot a frowned glare to her sister
´the hell are you talking about´ Four deadpanned
"Now that this little affair was settled. . . my name is Ibrahim, I´m an bard and minstrel of the masses, Wanderer of the World" The last title, "Wanderer of the World" Brought attention to Three, for some reason" Now young ladies, who you might be?" At this mention, One made a sign with her hands, a sign that everyone understood. Inmediatly, one by one the sisters moved next to each other, forming a line in front of Ibrahim.
"I´m Five~"
"My name is Four "
"Three. . ."
"Hi, I´m Two"
"And I am One " Then, the five girls got closer each other, and establising posicions. . "Togueter, we are. . .
"Intoners!"
And they ended in a group pose, Two and four each next to One, Five was slighly below One, and Three was sitted bellow, on the ground. Since the stranger already knew, she considered that there was no problem to let him know that they were called "Intoners", as long he doesn´t discover what meant to be one.
Such presentation was not absence of claps.
*Clap**Clap* *Clap* "Magnificent, just magnificent. I never heard of such group of artists, much less of five little girls as artists!" He exclaimed, surprised and almost convinced that the five sisters were, in fact from the same line of work like him.
". . Umh. . We are not artists. . ." Excused Four, while Two decided to give him an explanation.
"Yeah mister, we are the Intoner Five! We have the mission of saving the world by using the power of So-" But It was at that moment that One covered her mouth"MhhhhP! MHP!" She was just about to reveal critical information about themselves to a bard, and such thing One couldn´t allow it
"Saving the world throught the power of. . of song?"
"It´s not what you believe, mister. We-" But Ibrahim didn´t allowed One to continue with her excuse. Instead, he had found his own explanation.
"Oh. . I see, I see! So you girls are a choir of singers, right?" That response took aback almost all the intoners, with the exception of Three, who was only following everything that was happening without any comment or shift in facial expression.
"W-what?" One got confused for a second. Was this man really misunderstanding this?
" I mean that you are a group of singers, isn´t by that "power of song" meaning you have the power to hypnotize the masses with your voices shaped by the melody?" At that moment of doubt by the stranger, One decided to take a shot.
"Y-yes, we are also wanderers like you, earning money and praise from the people by singing the most beautiful of songs" Retorted One, relief for a second. Revealing their true powers to the people had only brought dificulties until now. "Isn´t thar right, sisters?" One then made a wink towards her sisters, hoping at least one of them had catched the message. And one of them did.
"Y-yeah, I mean. . Our songs have enchanted the ears and stealed the hearts of many people. Althought we are new in this land, and thus we were looking for next noble fortress to provide our song." Four had managed to said after realizing what her sister wanted to do.
"I see. . " The rest of the sisters outside Four and One we´re not too sure what was going on. Luckly, Five, as dizzy as always decided to take a step to the front, in order to take benefit of the situation. After all, she liked the man. . .
"Look me at me, Mister. I´m the main dancer of the Intoner´s Five. . . Both my body and my voice have captive the eyes and ears of many men and women during our travels. . .my charm, as you can see is legendary" Then Five started to to shake her body in her dance, making Ibrahim to wide his eyes in critic examination.
"Well, you don´t look exactly like a toddler with a shape like that ,but. . ." One couldn´t believed, Five´s hedonious act was actually distracting him!. Five just gave her the short time she needed to discuss with her two most reliable sisters without raising suspects from Samael. dragging both Four and Two, one moved towards the wheelbarrow.
"One, what are you doing?" Four asked in whisper, biting her nails. She didn´t liked the fact that she had just told a lie at the implicit request of her older sister.
"Protecting our identities: a bard goes from village to village passing rumors, stories. . . even information. If we let him discover our real powers or intentions, there is no guarantee he won´t tell about us in every village he goes, thus exposing us to the agents of the lords before reaching the land of sands" The explanation inmediatly sinked in Four´s mind, gasping in realization ´How stupid I could be, of course One had a reason to lie´ She though, praising her older sister mentally.
"Ah, so we are trying to pass without raising suspicious, One?" Two asked.
"Yes, at least, until we have removed the lord of the land of the sand, we must proceed without raising attention. Also, I have a plan" And then, while trio started to discuss One´s ideas, Ibrahim, who was still distracted with Five, who had dragged a short while ago Three in order to extend her act, started to feel a Little. . . uncomfortable.
"And this, this is our little dance of glamour~" Five was dancing with a static Three, holding her body and pressing her chest against Three´s head, making her boobs to be squished agaist the Three´s hair. During all the time, Three remained static, a frown was formed in her face, indicating she didn´t wanted to do this.
"Five. . .please. . . let me go. . . I don´t wanna. . " Three pouted childishly, she felt tired and only wanted to sleep. Ibrahim could only sweat and give his best nervious smile
" W-well, well, despite you age, you surely show how to move to cautive men . . . seriously, now please stop" Ibrahim wasn´t a strait-laced man. He enjoyed the company of women like any other man, but Five was a just too young to even be a targed practice.
"Oh? Are I´m too much for you~?" Five just enjoyed seducing people, and seeing their faces flush embarrased was even more amusing. In fact, the idea of she and her sisters being a group of singers and dancers actually travelling throught the world actually sounded good: What way to make men surround to her feet, getting rich and famous was better than this?
Five!" A voice had rose, emanating her autority over the youngest of the sisters. One was shoting a correcting glare"Please, do not start seducting another man" This had happened before, and she didn´t want to deal with this again.
". . . Fine. . " Five frowned, letting go her grip from Three´s hands. The letargic Intoner fell to her knees, then rest her body on the ground. One then directed her next words towards Ibrahim
"Well, Ibrahim"Wanderer of the World"" One mentionated his title, believing that could help to ease him to be convinced"Now that we know each other, I may ask you, do you may know the location of the fortress of the Lord of the sands?" At that mention, Ibrahim twitched slighly at the mention of that place.
that terrible, horrible hell that no man, or child should ever get close to´
"Uhh, sure thing girls, you mean the fortress of Lord Bass, right?" One nodded in afirmation "but why? if is your desire to go there for a show, then sorry to dissapoint you, but Bass already has his own group of Jesters and musicians in his castle, and no matter how good you are with your singing or dance, I doubt he may even let you in" He stated, attemping to not offend the girls but also to convince them of just not going to the Lord´s castle.
It was just a really, really bad idea.
"Even so, we want to try. We have the responsability of carrying our voices throught the song to those of deaf ears, so they may know something better"
´This girl One does has a way with her words. . .´ Ibrahim started to finally recognize that One wasn´t just a simple, common girl. He had his doubt at first, but perhaps these five Little girls, who claimed to be sisters despite the obvious diferences between them, were daughters from a noble family of some unknown house.
For the other hand, One was beating herself over the big lie she just had said: Of course they wanted to reach Lord Bass´s residence, so they could kill him!. Lord Bass was suspected of kidnapping children across his land for unknown reasons. Whaever happened to the poor children once inside the fortress was a mystery, except for the fact that no one ever saw them again.
After a long internal struggle, the Ibrahim finally decided what he would do.
"All right, little ladies, you win. I shall tell you where the Lord of the Land of Sand lives. . . If you let me go with you" One was going to protest against that. But then Two had to jump on.
"Oh! You mean you wanna travel with us mister!?" Two lovely smile only grew larger when Ibrahim responded with a assuring nod "That sounds so great!isn´t that right, girls? We can have an adult when we need it!" Two exclamation had woke up Three from her slumber, the lethargic intoner started to scrub her eyes. Certainly, there were times when Two thought that some of her problems would resolved far easier if they had a adult figure around them, and besides´Hearing stories from bard would be fun!´. Unfortunely, the way she had said her last sentence caught the attention of Five, smilling deviously.
"Mhh. . . when we "need" it, Two~?" Five had just detected an innuendo, and she wasn´t going to let it go" I thought I was the only one interest in sex, but you just had to prove me wrong~"The words of the blonde intoner took a momento to sink. . . then Two´s face changed from a lively smile to a grimmace of embarrassment, becoming red as a tomato.
"W-WHAT!? No! . . I-I didn´t mean like that! Shup up!, five you perv. . !" Two pouted over her younger sister, she had never understood her younger´s sister fashination with the opposite sex. But then, One´s slicing voice made itself be heard by the rest of her sisters.
"No!" One had a expression so stern in her face right now that all her sisters became quiet, seeing her older sister with a glint of fear"You won´t be coming with us. Just tell us which paths to take and we will handle ourselves" Her voice was cold and harsh this time. But the young bard wasn´t someone to be intimidated by words.
"Yes, I will go with you, otherwise, I won´t tell you which paths are the most safe and shorter to reach Lord´s Bass fortress"
"No, if we let you come with us, what can assure us you won´t steal our future client, the Lord of the sands?" One was attemping to find an excuse to make the stranger to just tell where the land lord was without letting him come.´I won´t let any person to bear our weight . This is the destiny of us, intoners, not normal humans´
" I won´t. . .unless you allow me. If the later were the case, then we can always divide the bounty, like. . . one to five coins. I´m not too greedy" One refused to accept the offer: She just wanted to know where the land lord of the sands was and then say goodbye to Samael. For a moment, she considered the posibility of using the song to force Samael to reveal the location, but doing so would mean reveal their powers to him, to a bard. After that they couldn´t just left him. In order to preserve their concealment, she would have to k-
No, she wouldn´t do that, she wouldn´t never do that. The killing of an innocent man for her cause was still a line she wasn´t ready cross. After an intense staring between the Ibrahim and One, she finally backed in her request, but only to come with another one.
"All right, you can come with us, with three conditions. . . " She stated by raising her three central fingers of her left hand. At the mention of "three", the Intoner with the namesake took a step foward and faced One.
"Ok One. . . I let me think. . . what he can do for us-"
"No, I m saying three things as the number of conditions, not you sister . . . *Sigh*. . ." Then she turned to the bard again and raised one finger" One: You will be walking ahead during the travel" Then another one"Two, you will not do any of your acts as a bard or minstrel in the villages we cross, and also expect none from us. This is important, as we want to present ourselves into the lord Bass´s fortress as a surprise" The less people know about them, the better.
"Ok, I understand the necesity of secrecy" Ibrahim felt somewhat bitter for this last request, he enjoyed to make his acts as bard or lend his services as a minstrel, and the prohibitation of these is was like telling him to not sleep nor eat: A torture. Nevertheless, he was willing to accept. Then One raised a third finger.
"Good, and the last condition: At the moment we see the lord´s castle, our association will be over: You will have to leave us by marching in an opposite path for at least one day. No discusion" This last condition was meant to prevent him from following the Intoners. She put her petite arms crossed, and her stare locked on Ibrahim´s face, waiting for the response.
The bard wanted to protest against such condition, but decided to not do it, understanding throught One´s Little red orbs she had as eyes, that this was for real an unquestionable condition.
"I. . .I agree with all your conditions young lady. I will conduct you and your sisters throught the safest of the paths possible to the castle of the Lord of the Sands, Lord Bass" Then, he walks towards One, bents down in front of her by kneeling one leg, and puts the palm of his right hand over where his heart would be"As man of humble, but honest honor, who has witnessed many miracles and miseries, I shall take oath to this agreedment made by the contractor" And then, he waited, as if expecting something to happening.
"What are you doing?" One had no clue of what kind of gesture he was doing, of if she actually had to participate in it. The man, without moving his head, replied.
"I´m just making an"Oath": When person wants to make a promise about something to another person, this stance shall be taken, and the other person shall close their hand, so the one kneeling can kiss it, sealing the agreement between the parts. I´m making an Oath with you, One, because I want to be trusted by you and your sisters. and I have never broken an oath before"
At that statement, Both Two and Four flushed a little bit, Five stared at One with a smug smile, and Three wondered herself why the troubled reaction of her sisters. One stood there, staring for a while at Samael with mixed feelings, but without showing any emotion. Finally, she sighed and gave her hand to him. Then, raising his head, she took the hand and kiss it.
The warm feeling of foreing lips touching her milky skin that was over her hand sended a small, but noticiable sense of joy and pleasure in her brain, like this was something she always yearned for ´Strange´ One did her part to not let these feelings to take over. Fortunely for her, the kiss only lasted one second. After oath, a smiling Ibrahim stood, ready for anything.
"Ohhh. . ." Two muttered, almost catching her breath. Four was blusing even more than before.
"Mhp! Mhp! Mhp!. . . so this is an oath, huh? I will this remenber for a next time, One. Enjoy it~" Five mocked her older sister, and One had Heard but she was still a bit shocked to even make a response.
"Well, now you are the boss, Little miss. What do I do now?" He asked with slight anxiousness. One was still somewhat distracted by that feeling of recently, but inmediatly she shove it off.
"R-right, for now we will rest here. Night is almost over us, tomorrow we will continue" And so, the five Intoners plus Ibrahim started to prepare themselves for the night. Tomorrow, a new experience would start for all of them.
I felt temptated to do a Drakengard fanfic since a while now, so all I can say is . . . finally!
On a second note, during the brainstorm for this fanfic I took interest in doing a character that could had at least some general or minimal knowledge of the world inside drakengard. It was then when I remenbered that the world of Drakengard was an alternative world of the early middle ages! that brought me to the character of the bard and minstrel and their role during the dark ages of humanity as wandering artists, doing roles of poets, historians and even musicians. Being that said, I made this OC, Ibrahim while thinking on a typical bard of the drakengard world, you know, the same world who looks kinda like the middle ages except for the fact that it has less goverment entities, magic, creatures that hate mankind, dragons that can make "pee-pee" and "poo-poo"(Mihkail), more mean people, and gods who hates you because you exist.
So. . . yeah, you can figure out what kind of person is my OC by taking in consideration that he calls himself "The wanderer of the World" in a world like this.
As for the plot, yes, the plot is going to follow the one of the Manga of Utahime five with more diferences and more details, and I have a surprise (almost) planned at the end. But do not worry, the fic itself will continue after passing that manga.
Have you realized that the map of midgard is just Europe but inverted? I felt like an idiot by realizing that yesterday!
/ Update from 1/27/18. Gosh sometimes I can find dumb gramatical mistakes, even when I´m sure I did it right. corrected
Arrivederchi!, hope you have enjoy it.
