Chapter 6
The high priestess Myra gave birth to three beautiful daughters, or so the story says. The eldest daughter was Oura, born during the fiery summer season. Oura was mischievous, clever, and strong. The second eldest daughter was Becka, born during the calmer spring season. She was wise beyond her years and a little cleverer than her elder sister. The youngest daughter, Kindra, is born during the slow, winter season. She is sweet, good natured, and everything a little girl and youngest daughter should be.
The high priestess Myra raised her land and her children with a firm hand of understanding and discipline. Her daughters, Oura and Becka, came to many disagreements as children. However, despite their differences and arguments, the three daughters grew into three, lovely young women.
When Oura, the eldest, turned eighteen (her younger sister sixteen, and her youngest sister fourteen), Myra presented her daughters with three armors. Oura, the eldest daughter, was given the armor of the stars. Becka, the second eldest, was given the moon. And the youngest, Kindra, was given the sun armor.
"My three daughters," Myra told her children. "You three are my universe. Kindra, you are the light of your sisters. May you always be there to remind them of their bond in blood and shed light onto the darkness their conflicts they may create."
Becka was told to empathize with her older sister and to understand Oura's desire to lead. Becka was the beautiful and calm moon of her sisters, she world reinforce peace and tranquility for her younger sister and would provide calm support for her older sister.
Lastly, Myra turned to her eldest daughter and placed her hands on Oura's head.
"Oura, my child. You are the stars in the sky. You are cleverly hidden from your enemies in the daylight so you may watch your younger sisters, but you shine bright and fierce at night, distracting enemies from your other younger sisters. My child, I ask much of you and you ask much of yourself and your siblings. I pray that you find peace within yourself and do not let you quest for greatness hinder your desire for a positive future for your siblings." These were Myra's final words.
Myra then left her children and disappeared into sky with white wings. She never returned. Unbeknownst to her children, Myra had given each of them a cursed gift. With their armors, they were powerful and strong. Without their armors, they would die and fade away into nothing.
A year passed before the curse of the armors took its toll.
Oura, the eldest, inherited control over all territories formally under her mother's domain. Becka was her top advisor while Kindra was head of the family's army of warriors and protectors. The three siblings adhered to their mother's last words for this short time before falling victims to their own insecurities and personal faults.
Myra became consumed by her armor's power and hungered for bigger territories and war. Becka argued with her older sister and only added fuel to the fire burning in Oura's soul. Kindra was torn between her two older sisters' words and could only watch as her two sisters destroyed one another.
A great battle was fought between the stars and the moon. Oura fought for power and control. Becka fought for the sake of fighting with her elder sister. Kindra watched the elder sisters do battle.
The battle ended with both sisters dying next to each other. Kindra prayed to their mother for forgiveness and asked their mother for guidance. Before Kindra could finish her prayer, the star and moon armors locked the fallen sisters away and disappeared into another realm where the armors and armor wielders could still survive.
Kindra eventually disappeared too, only not to another realm but from existence. After Kindra's disappearance, the territories and wealth of the high priestess's family was divided among neighboring clans. The sisters and their armors changed from history to myth. The sisters and their armors have never been seen since.
Mia stops at the end of the story she is reading on the computer screen. With a click of the mouse, she prints out the text and the corresponding ancient drawings of the armors. A black armor with ribbons of darkness, a silver amour with angelic wings, and a gold armor with rays of light are clearly shown in the drawings.
The black armor is easily recognized by everyone in the room. The silver armor is easily recognized by only me, I think. I have never seen the gold armor.
If you haven't guessed, we're sitting in the newly redecorated computer room that, in the past couple of days, has turned into a recreation room or something. All I know is that now there are two couches and a chair in here. And it's not as dusty or musty as before and I am thankful for that.
The guys space themselves on the couches, Anubis takes the chair, the kid sits on the floor, and I sit on the floor in the corner of the room, leaning against Whiteblaze. Sage propped me up there so I could doze off with some privacy. I am still sore and tired. No quick recovery from being hit by garbage truck of a brother, I guess. I think I've heard "you're lucky to be alive" about a million times by now from everyone.
"The story has an awkward ending," says Mia. "It sounds like it shouldn't have ended here."
"That's right, Mia," replies Anubis. "The author of the tale, Greena, was going to complete his story. He had supposedly discovered one of the armors. I suspect he found the sun armor, but Greena died before he could complete the second half of his story. His unfinished manuscript has never been found."
Anubis is a former warlord of Talpa who almost overtook the world. He is, of course, reformed now and is enlightened with the spirit of whoever "the Ancient One" is or was and lives a life of harmony, peace, and overall, good stuff.
Back when the guys were fighting Talpa, Anubis supposedly sacrificed himself to save some chick with some serious mental issues and an annoying laugh. The guys left him for dead in the river when Anubis actually just had the wind knock out of him. Long story short, it made for an awkward reunion three days ago when Anubis appeared at the front door, alive and all.
I have been resting for those three days, coming in and out of conscious. But I suppose you are wondering about the glowing thingy that appeared on my forehead this morning? Apparently, it has something to do with the story Mia just read from her computer screen. Somehow, I'm connected to this sun armor, since that is what briefly appeared on my forehead in gold: the image of the sun.
None of this makes any sense to me. I am being haunted by Oura, but I am connected to the sun armor. I doubt I am alone in my cluelessness. I want to ask Anubis what all of this means, but I am just too damn tired. I lean my head back into Whiteblaze's fur and close my eyes. Yep, I am seriously going to fall asleep here. I do not care.
"I still don't understand how Rinfi plays into all of this," says Rowen, looking over the print-outs. "The girl or demon or whatever that has been following Rinfi is clearly Oura, but the sign on Rinfi's forehead is clearly the sun."
Anubis answers him but his words aren't reaching me. I see everyone turn and look at me as Anubis shares his opinion or story or whatever. I can't fight this sleepiness that has just come on me.
"I hate being this tired," I mumble with a mouthful for fur.
"Roar," replies the furry pillow.