Deep in the secluded mountains of the east there was an empty plateau that had been long-since abandoned. It was the place of what was legend now a mysterious whispery rumour. It had been home to a man who offered life and got spat in the face long ago. It had a populous once. It no longer does. As was said, it was an empty plateau…or at least it had been until six months ago. It was now a plateau that was not so empty.
In the middle of this mesa there stood a vast structure, large in all width, length, and height. Broad at the beginning and slightly narrower at the top. At least tall as eight stories, and yet, only there be four-and-a-half floors to it. A near tower made of a strong metal. It was known as 'Solian Steel', named after this very location it was made at. A place known as Django.
Within the structure, at it's very top, there was a loud slam as a large wooden chest hit the metal floor with weight behind it. "My Lord." A man of the shadow announced their welcome, and then departed from the room quickly. The 'Lord' in question turned his attention for the box thrown onto the floor. A mischievous smile crossing his face. From the side a woman of pure elegance stepped forward. Her short silverish blue hair only going down to her neck in the back, and growing a fair bit longer as it goes to the front where the hair on the other side of her ears reaches to the bottom of her neck. Though the man seems menacing she was a rather pleasant and innocent being. That was who she was through and through. Her wardrobe sophisticated. A black dress-up shirt covered over in a gray jacket that went short and ended at her abdomen. A long skirt that was roomy covering her bottom half. Though aged nearly forty she was still a vision of beauty.
She examines the box closely reading the faded letters in the faint light that this metal tower provided her. "It is what you desire." She notes stepping backward from it as the man moved forward.
"Finally," He began. "I will have something that would make me worthy to be part of the Council of Seven. Something that will make me more important than that bastard Enduro." He grimaces. "Elliot Enduro…" He trails off with a voice of malice. An obvious loathing of the family. "This will be what shows the world my brilliance over his. This will…show Saru who really loves her."
The woman nearby looks to the floor coldly. Something that was not in her innocent nature. Her warm sense of being. For a moment that cold glare existed before fading as did the lowering sun outside. "You must be happy now that you have your beloved 'prize'." She remarks.
"Maybe so, Sandra. That will all be learned in time." The man replies to the woman. Her name being Sandra Deana. A scientist of botany who was one of the best known experts of her field. A candidate for the Council of Seven who declined the position to rather join with another man who was more of an expert with anthropology, history, and basic biology. The man who stood in front of the box now. No one knew her reasons to not take such a highly regarded job. She just did. It may have been for the best seeing that all of the Council of Seven were dead. At least to her and the rest of the world they were. To the man who stood before the box they were still very much alive. "I have studied the works of Hawthorne. All of his creations. Nothing is greater than the very device he used to make them. The Gauntlet of Hawthorne." He smirks as he bends to open the lid to the box. Some sort of seal was in place. There was no way to break it open. And when the man saw the lock he knew there was only that one way to open the top. To hold the key that he had thought little about at the time.
"Is something wrong?" Sandra wondered as she drew nearer.
The man stood silently as she came to his back. "There is one more thing that I require. I suppose I will have to go find it." He clenched his teeth as a fist formed. "Damnit! I will best Elliot just yet. It will just have to wait. I have the time. I've waited this long."
"Yes, you have."
"I just wish I had that key." Sandra sighs. He had not heard her at all. Just went on to babble more. Her supportive role diminished.
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It sounded by your review that you thought I couldn't write NDS any longer because of Writer's Block. I don't have that. How can I have Writer's Block on a story I already wrote nearly two years ago come February? I wrote the next chapter, but I wrote new exclusive items into the next chapter of NDS just for the sake of this rewrite and to transition it into WA 3 better. I did it and I can't recall what new scenes I added to it since I nearly rewrote it fully aside from a few parts. It is a crucial part for NDS being that it will clear up all of the questions about Emilia's first life. Friday night the site would not allow me to upload it though, so I postponed it until Saturday. Just my luck that Saturday for some odd reason Windows XP wouldn't work on the computer I saved it to. So…now I'm back on my old PC, but I don't have that chapter. How sad. It really was needed for this story too I think. Now I can't mention the same things. I have to work around it.
Anyway, that's the reason. Case closed.