History always tends to have a nasty way of repeating itself through the ages, no matter what happens and no matter how many times you spend time to try and prevent ill events from happening. They happen, the planet itself was well aware of everything that went on around it and knew that no matter how many times one would stop disaster, it would just bounce right back up in the person's face like a small rubber ball.
But throughout the time, things would change and everyone that lived on the planet had accepted it without reason or simple glances.
Tintse had long since been spilt into seven regions. All of which had their own culture and ways of living in the most reclusive sections there. The seven regions had once been a large well put together region and each of its neighbors had been very close, telling each other pleasant places to grow their crops or where to avoid any Kreatures that roamed the large region. It wasn't until later in time when the single region became seven different regions on Tintse, a lesson that the inhabitants had learned through its harsh history.
The single region had been torn apart from a long one thousand year battle that was waged upon by the gods on Tintse, in the process of the war ending; The Gods placed it upon themselves to tear the single region into seven separate ones, thus allowing a possibility of never starting a war like the one that the gods themselves had started. In the very end, the regions were each given an element to rule over and ensure protection for whatever was left remaining, thus creating three unattainable objects of eternal damnation to the human life.
This new founded creation of the seven regions had created two blades that only the gods themselves could wield and sustain no backlash from when the blades struck (Both blades that had long since disappeared over the course of time.) they had been long since desired, now no longer had any reason to be desired once the populaces of the seven regions had discovered the XET strand that had been said to create immortality to whoever it was injected to.
Because of this selfish desire, the XET strand hosts had begun to be hunted down and killed to obtain the strands that would allow the immortality to any mortal it was given to. This had created a small rebellion in the region of Beizt Against COMPANY, a course in time that the seven regions had dubbed MASSACARE.
Naomi Miyako stood there watching her densed surroundings, waiting for a small breath or two to come into a steady, solid pattern. Her tanned skin was coated in a light layer of blood that was slowly trickling down her left arm; it was battered and beaten indicating signs of bone barely poking out of her own flesh. Naomi gave no sign of being in extreme pain, but gave off a small distinct hint of utter disappointment in her eyes.
Next to her stood a young man who looked like he was barely into his teen years watched and aimed his rifle at where Naomi was looking, waiting for an order given from the woman. Naomi gave no order, but slightly moved her golden yellow bangs out of her crystal blue eyes to try and survey the scene at a greater distance. She waved her hand at the young man singling for him to shoot, the young man obliged and pulled the trigger, watching his target fall down some distance away leaving his partner confused as to where the bullet was coming from.
"So Do we go now or what Nam?"
Naomi looked over her shoulder at a raven haired woman whose pale skin was outlined by her hair and brought out her bright blood red eyes. She held an impatient notion about her as she shifted her foot and crossed her arms; everything about her screamed plenty of things. But they never indicated to anything as to what she would become later in life.
"Watch your tongue Springs, you're lucky that Naomi let you in" a soured brunette responded. Her eyes were perfectly ice cold and complemented poorly against her pair skin, her feathers that were placed in her hair blew softly with the wind, but her hair gave no moment that was supposed to follow with the movement of the feathers.
"At ease, Springs, Modern. We're leaving right now" Naomi said calmly watching the two give off heated looks at each other. "We get in and we get out. The quicker the better and the sooner we can get to sealing it away the better."
He chose to go off with her when they made it inside the compound. She needed someone who was capable of defending her and watching her back as she retrieved the captured XET strand hostage. They really didn't have to do this, but this person had apparently meant everything to this woman. Life had many mysteries and this was one of them.
Though upon him seeing their target, his jaw nearly dropped, there in the room that they had barged into and double checked constantly was a young woman who looked up at the sight of the two intruders. Her eyes were bright and absent of vigil overtone, her hair was a faded but gentle type of blond that hung down to her lower waist and covered a large portion of her body that was dressed in rags. She was a gentle image of a Celestial being; her skin was a loose medium tan while her lips were coated in a sliver color.
"Come on Honey, we're getting out of here" His partner said hefting up the young woman like she was simply nothing to her at all. The young woman gave no indication that she was in any pain, but she held no voice due to the restraint of all the possible pain that she was actually in. She just simply nodded at the woman that had hefted her up.
As the three left, a message was horribly phoned in on their headsets, echoing loudly in the metal hallways as they hurried to avoid being caught. His partner nearly dropped the Celestial woman when they had heard the relayed message play out at them in the head sets.
"I don't know what happened man! It just happened! Naomi is dead! CRUD"
Years had pleasantly passed since the ending of MASSACARE as well as the take over of COMPANY due to his family. He was barely into his twenties when he got married to the young woman that they had saved those years passed and it wasn't that long from when they got married when they had their first child together, a young healthy baby-boy. He had his father's looks, but he held everything about him that was similar to that young woman he had fallen head over heels for.
But he was saddened when she had fallen ill during her carriage of their son, he was worried that he would lose both of them and instantly went to double check if she was going to make it. He was glad that his wife had made it, but he wasn't prepared for what he was about to deal with when his second child was born.
Natsuora watched Travis Hexe with no insight of emotions; she knew what he was going through without having to ask him what was wrong. The scent of worry was strong on him and knowing fully well enough that his wife was currently giving birth to his second born child right as he panicked. He didn't get what was going on and neither did Natsuora, so the two had kept quiet about it until the baby was born.
Natsuora was surprised though when she and Travis went to see the newborn with the slowly fading Celestial woman. The child she held made no indication of a tear as it cried as expected of most babies at this point in time of their birth; Travis gave no notice of that small indication. Instead he had begun to weep as his wife had begun to slowly die in front of him with nothing that he could actually do for her.
She watched as the two exchanged words faint words with each other and it was then when Natsuora held felt the tug of the Celestial woman's life disappear right in front of them. She shook her head and took the child from the nurse and told the nurse to leave Travis alone as he wept, for he needed it. The two then left with Natsuora holding the small tearless infant with her.
Natsuora listened to the small words that were being whispered by Travis to his now deceased wife. To avoid listening any further to what was being said, Natsuora looked down at the infant that had ceased its crying and was now sleeping soundly to the gentle beats of the woman's heart indicating small peace inside of her as they voice ceased its talking.
She grinned at the infant. After all that had happened, life had found a way even though the life that gave it had burned out in front of her.