Stardustblade358

Vanitas stood in the entrance of the nunnery, listening to the choir as they practiced, their songs echoing across the halls. It was soothing. "Hello. Are you here to join one of our workshops?" A young nun asked, smiling as she looked at Vanitas. Vanitas blinked, rubbing the back of his head as he chuckled. "No, sorry. I was just listening to the song...it's beautiful." Vanitas admitted. "Thank you. Songs are like prayers, to ask for protection from evil." The nun explained. "Well, they're working. There's been no incidents around here for months." Vanitas said, reaching into his bag and dropping a few golden coins into the donation bin. "The lord still gives us trials, such as that of witchcraft." Vanitas paused for a moment, nodding. "Be wary, and don't fall into temptation, child." She said. Vanitas nodded, bowing his head. "I'll watch my back. Have a good day." Vanitas said, waving goodbye as he stepped out. "(Too late for that.)" Vanitas thought, clicking his tongue. Next stop; the library. As he reached it, Vanitas stepped into the library, quietly closing the door behind him. "(There has to be a book out here with answers...somewhere.)" Vanitas thought, glancing around as he stepped to the furthest shelf, hidden by the shadows in the back. "If you won't tell me what you are, I'll find out myself." Vanitas muttered, concentrating as he summoned three familiar Unversed, Floods. It was a big library, he figured he was going to need help to find the books he might need, especially at a low traffic hour. "Ok guys. We're looking for anything involving Witchcraft or stuff about supernatural or unnatural occurrences. Anything with mysterious diaries is a plus, ok?" Vanitas asked, the Floods nodding. "Also, be careful. No knocking stuff over, and keep away from any other people. Go." Vanitas said, smiling as the Floods saluted and ran off, searching for the books. Vanitas smirked, turning back to search for the books. He did what the diary said to do, so he should probably have good luck today.

The Last Guardian! I would love to see Sora ride Trico into battle

Vanitas narrowed his eyes at the entry, flipping back through the pages just to make sure he was reading the right one. He was. "Well...that's an easy one." Vanitas hummed, smiling in relief. It meant that today was going to be a good day. Some entries were easier than others. Most of the time they were rather positive. But just some of them were... annoying. Some just plain out demanding. Thankfully, today it seemed that the diary was going to go easy on him. "I'll donate on my way to the library." Vanitas said as he stored the diary away, close to his chest. He stepped out of the storage room, picking up the box of broken item he was asked to get with him as he entered the workshop. The boss was out, and helping around were the creatures known as Unversed. Three of them to be exact. One of them was jumping up and down the pair of bellows, blowing air into the fire. Another one was helping out by cleaning some of the fixed items up. The third one was...well that one was trying out different armor parts, all obviously too big for them. "Hey, no slacking off." Vanitas cooed, nudging at the third one with his foot. He settled down the box on the table, before hearing the sound of footsteps. He gasped, quickly turning to the three. "Someone's coming!" He whispered. "Hurry home!" The three Unversed scrambled, before jumping into the air and disappearing into smoke. Vanitas quickly took the place of the second one, resuming to clean up the shield right before his boss walked in. "Welcome back boss. How was the doctor?" Vanitas asked. The elderly​ blacksmith muttered something under his breath as he strapped on his apron. Vanitas chuckled. "So everything normal then." He said, standing up as he settled the shield down. "I'll go ahead and take my break now. There's some books I want to check at the library." Vanitas said, setting the shield inside of a wooden box, before standing up and making his way out. "Vanitas." The elderly man said. He paused, looking back. "Yes?" "Be careful out there. Don't want to lose my best student." Vanitas smiled, chuckling. "I can see the class walking here now. Go easy on them." "Can't promise anything." With that, Vanitas stepped out.

Name: Vanitas Sex: Male Age: 20 Appearance: Occupation: Blacksmith Skill/Magic: Summoner Magic - He is able to summon creatures to his aid. However, he is limited on the amount of creatures he can summon at a time, and how much energy it consumes of him. The larger and stronger, the more it consumes of him. He is not skilled enough to summon something truly too dangerous...yet. He calls them...Unversed. Personality: He is a kind, curious and a head-strong individual. Once he's set his sight on a goal, not even the king himself could stir him away from it. He wishes he could be a knight, and is a sucker for adventure and historic books and novels. He feels like he is missing something (someone) important, like a missing piece he's forgetting, but he can never remember. For his sake, and those around him, it might as well be best to never seek it out. Bio: Vanitas has had this journal as long as he could remember, living a relatively happy life as long as he followed the journal's advice. This went on for most of his life, following the journal by the letter every day, growing up to become an apprentice to the best blacksmith in town, learning the trade and becoming his successor. However, one day he discovered his summoning powers, summoning a small creature made out of something he had never seen before. After the creature disappeared, his journal insisted for him to forget about it. From then on, he began to stray away from his journal's advice, instead going with his gnawing gut instinct in decisions he didn't agree with. So far, every time he's disobeyed the journal, the consequences have been small and fixable. But his luck can only go for so long until he breaks his streak. Origin: Kingdom Hearts Extra: So far he is able to summon: Flood (3 at a time), Hareraiser (2 at a time), Red Hot Chili (1 at a time) He has been able to summon a single Bruiser before, but he pushed his body and mind beyond his limits, and fainted right after. He hasn't tried it ever again. He keeps his magic a secret to himself, in fear of what other people might think. He uses them to help with daily tasks when alone. He has been close to throw the diary into the fireplace but something always stopped him. Almost...like a spell.

96% of the island remains without any electricity (excluding Hospitals). It might be a while before he can get wifi or data. Have faith.

I kind of want to join Dead Orbit because their aesthetic is amazing but I've always been a FWC kind of player

- Helios - Front Flank - Side: Mystras Rebellion - With Ren - Helios sobbed, listening to Ren, his dying words and wishes. He geld Ren's hand with the stone, holding it gently. "Ren..." Helios whispered, his voice trembling. "...let's meet again...one day...my friend..." And just like that, he was gone, the world turning silent to Helios' ears. The shock slowly dug into his body, the pain spreading until it eventually...cracked. However, it wasn't loud, nor strong. Instead, he took a deep breath, gritting his teeth as he swallowed hard, quiet tears streaming down his face as he forced down sobs that shook his whole frame. While shaking, he gently placed Ren's hands together on his chest. He gently and carefully removed the necklace from his neck, looking down on it. It was a relic, a talisman owned by those of the clan and their given name. "(Ren.)" Helios pulled the necklace over himself, strapping it on his neck as he held the stone to his chest. "I'll finish this, Ren. I swear." Helios whispered, allowing himself to fall onto his knees, holding the stone close, looking up to the ceiling of the tent. The light of his eyes seemed to dull, even for a moment, as he narrowed his brows in determination. "I'm long from done. But until then, I'll fight. Fight until my last breath and until the universe knows the whole story. For both worlds that we have come to love. So until then, when I have new stories to tell you...Ren...Ariana...just wait for me." Helios whispered, lowering his head once more as he closed his eyes. The memories were still bright and clear, their laughter, their adventures, everything. From the good times, to the bad. They would only be memories...but memories to live onto.

- Helios - Front Flank - Side: Mystras Rebellion - With Ren - Helios didn't leave Ren's side, despite the work of the healers. It wasn't until now, so close and focused, that he noticed the gravity of his injuries. He was...dying. Helios refused to admit it. "You'll be alright, Ren." Helios hissed, insisted. He had to be alright. They just reunited! They had so much to say, so much to explain, so much to catch up on...it couldn't possibly end so quickly. It wasn't fair. Helios couldn't keep his emotions buried as he hoped he could, his body already shaking as tears escaped his eyes. "I wish...all of this could have gone so differently. Yet, to have spent so many adventures and memories...I don't regret a single thing from meeting you." Helios began, leaning into Ren's touch. His eyes widened, his skin crawling in desperation. "Don't say that Ren...Ren!" Helios called, reaching out an catching Ren's hand as it fell, holding it tightly in his. "You have to fight on! You're stronger than this, I know it! Ren!" Helios could feel his legs begin to shake, gritting his teeth. "You can't leave! Please! I know I'm being selfish, but please, stay with me! I have so much to tell you, so much to share with you, so much to catch up with you!" Helios sobbed. He was losing him. So much to say...so little time. "I'm sorry, Ren. I'm sorry that you went through what you did. I'm sorry that I couldn't come to you sooner. I'm sorry that I couldn't protect Ariana...but please don't leave..." Helios begged, by this point falling onto his knees. With one hand he held Ren's hand, holding it close and pressing it against his cheek. He was starting to get cold. He used his other hand to gently wipe away the blood off Ren's cheek. He wanted to be strong. He promised himself to be strong. For Ren. For Ariana. Yet once again, he fooled himself. No matter what he did...how hard he did, the world just...kept falling apart. "...I can't lose you too..." - Arthur - Side: Mystras Rebellion - Healer Tents - With Alex - Arthur was worked on by one of the healers. He had to thank the blacksmith for his shield and armor, for they took most if not all of the damage that he received. Still, his bones ached, and his muscles and body were bruised. The scars on his face were another story too. The healer removed the dead skin from it, cutting it away delicately before working on sealing them up. They wouldn't ever go away, instead scar on his face for eternity, as a memoriam of the battle, of the war. That much he knew. But...he couldn't be mad about it either. He thought of the one h e fought, Morana. "(We were the same, in a way...fighting for our own.)" Arthur thought. He caught a glance of himself from the reflection of the tools, quickly looking away. "(Seems you had the final word after all...then allow me to carry it proudly.)" He thought. Every scar had a story to tell, and these...these told that he survived the first war between Fey and mankind of his generation. And yet...He gripped his fists tightly, the stinging sensation as tears escaped his eyes ignored momentarily. He finally let himself go, straight out sobbing, pain in every breath. He would never forget...and they were only just beginning.

Helios is not getting a break god damn I agree it's time to move on. Count the dead, heal the wounded and for both sides to round up and figure out what the next move will be. Meanwhile me pulling out my playlists for the following posts like Edit: Got to make myself feel better so lets have a young Helios

- Helios - Front Flank - Side: Mystras Rebellion - With Ren - VS. Meksis - Helios was ready to use his body as a shield against Meksis...until this dark version of him seemed to be torn out of him by sheer willpower. Helios' stance faltered momentarily, his eyes softening. "Meksis." Helios began, listening to his pleas and apologies. For a moment, Helios felt a sigh escape his lips. Relief. Mountains of it. But it was far from over. "(Thank you, Meksis...good luck.)" He nodded towards Meksis, bowing his head slightly before turning back to Ren. "Lets get to that healer." Helios said, helping Ren climb onto his back. "Hang on tight buddy." Helios said, huffing as he swatted some soldiers away with his tail, before taking flight into the sky. Away from ground combat, he flew to the back, straight to the healers and their tents. Helios & Ren have retreated from battle - Helios, Ren, Arthur, Alex - Side: Mystras Rebellion - Healer Tents - Arthur had just reached to the tents with Alex, looking for any space in the healer's time to take a turn for their own wounds. "We need a healer, he got stabbed pretty badly." Arthur said, gesturing to Alex. Not long after, however, a single dragon landed on the nearest clearing, causing the ground beneath to shake momentarily. Arthur jumped slightly, getting ready to pull out his sword. However, he paused, staring straight into the dragon's eyes. He recognized them. Blue as the ice of a glacier, the scars upon the white scales...he recognized this one. "You." Arthur said, his eyes sightly widened. The dragon's eyes narrowed at Arthur, but softened only moments after, smoke escaping the dragon's mouth as it surrounded it. A moment later, as the smoke dispersed, Helios stood, helping Ren stand. "We need a healer, immediately." Helios hissed, his eyes staring at Arthur, who in turn cleared his throat. "...so...does this mean...?" "I have nothing against humanity. Your king, is another matter. But until this war is resolved...think of us no less than allies." "Uh huh." Well, shit, this was...going to be awkward as hell for a long while. "I...never got your name..." "...Helios." "...Arthur. The name's Arthur."

Now that I understand the series further, I kind of want to do a Destiny RP...huh

- Front Flank - Arthur, Alex & Jari - Arthur stared as Jari shook Morana's body, desperately wishing for her to wake up from the eternal slumber. Arthur almost jumped out of his skin at Alex's touch, only to relax into it as he listened. "Y...Yeah. It's...It's war...these things...always happen in war. It's...unavoidable." Arthur hummed to himself, reminding himself, trying to convince himself of such facts. It was easier said than done. He couldn't even look at Jari, any longer, his cries churning Arthur's stomach, twisting it in pain. "Let's go." Arthur agreed, standing up as he sheathed his sword, the blood still dripping from its tip. He glanced over at Alex, the growing scarlet spot on his side dripping. "You need a healer more than I do." Arthur said, quickly reaching for his scarf. He pulled it off, wrapping it around before pushing it against Alex's wound to hope any pressure would ease the bleeding. "Let's go." Arthur hissed, walking off with Alex as he glanced back at Jari momentarily, then slowly at the field around him. Screams and war cries rang through the air, the smell of blood inescapable as the once green pasture was slowly dyed red. Soldiers fell, some quietly, others fighting until their very last breath. Allies, friends, hurried for help, dragging their comrades to safety. Some were alive as they were pulled over...others were long gone. To be a knight, a soldier was to be a trained killer, ready to defend one's kingdom and king with their lives...he truly was weak to think that this would be easy in any way. Stories nor fairy tales could prepare you. He just wished he knew about it sooner. "...I'm sorry." Arthur whispered, maybe to Jari, or to Morana. He didn't know either. Instead, he walked onward with Alex, straight to their back, and to the medics.

Me rn with all of these sad posts

- Helios - Front Flank - Side: Kilkis Seres - With Ren - VS. Meksis - Helios kept the masses of soldiers away from the fight, bringing their attention to him and away from his friend. It wasn't until the piercing scream ad the scent of familiar blood that Helios' attention was snapped away. Helios turned around, his ears perking up as his pupils sharpened. "(Ren.)" Helios thought. Then he heard his name, yelled in a voice he thought he would never hear again. The distress in it alone spoke volumes, sending Helios into a frenzy. He turned his body, slamming his tail on the ground beneath, crushing the floor and sending soldiers flying, as he darted into the sky. His eyes quickly scanned the battlefield, his senses sharpened as he narrowed down the red haired Fey...and his wound. He didn't hesitate, growling as he dashed right back down. As he did he slammed the ground right between Meksis and Ren, sending dust and rock flying into the air, before turning and instinctively wrapping himself around Ren, using his own body as a way to shield him as he roared at Meksis. "Ren." Helios hummed, turning to look at him. So much blood. The scent was overwhelming. He gently pressed his snout against Ren in affection. There was so much he wanted to say, but very little time. "Get on my back. I'm taking you back and straight to a healer." Helios said, turning to look at Meksis. He barely recognized him, if only for a brief moment. He dug his claws into the ground, his hair and scales standing up on its end. "Move on, Meksis. You've done enough. You've made your point." Helios growled. "If you want to land a single hit on him any further, you'll have to kill me first." He barked, his sharpened canines showing. He wouldn't leave Ren. Never again. - Front Flank - Arthur (Side: Rebellion of Mystras) vs Morana (Side: Kilkis Seres) & Alex vs Wendigo Boss - The Wendigo did not fight back as the sword easily sliced right into it's neck, decapitating the creature with force. The head snapped right off, rotten muscle and bone now in display further than before as blood soaked the ground beneath. It was dead. Morana's body twitched from the jolt of electricity, struggling to look up at her fallen brethren with wide eyes. "N...No...!!!" Morana gasped, trying to move further, crawling towards the corpse. "Don't...leave..." Morana whispered, clawing at the dirt beneath as she made her way to the corpse. She just stared into the decapitated head's eyes, hoping to see any light from it...there was none. She gritted her teeth. One less. One more down. "No no no..." Morana whispered, pressing her forehead against the ground beneath. Too tired. She was too tired. Morana wouldn't be allowed to do anything else, as she felt the cold steel of a sword to her neck. Above her, Arthur stood, pressing his sword against her neck. Morana was too weak to even move, and could only glare up at Arthur. "Do you really think...this will end well for your kind...?" Morana asked. Arthur looked down, though there was no light in his eyes, just tears falling down his cheeks. "We both fight for what we think it's right...don't we?" Arthur asked, his voice almost like a whisper. Morana huffed, closing her eyes. "I fight for survival...to survive in an existence that wishes us gone." Morana said, her voice raspy. She could barely hear anything, the world around her becoming blurry. Arthur pressed the sword further against the skin, before pulling the sword back, raising it into the air. The tears never ceased as his body shook. Whether out of fear, adrenaline...or anger. "...so do I." Arthur closed his eyes, before bringing the sword down on Morana's neck, the sword cutting through bone with a loud SNAP. Arthur made sure that it cut right through, before pulling his sword back. He allowed himself to fall onto his knees, using his sword to balance himself. It was over. At least...this one was. It was ok, right? To kill? In love and war, all was fair? Because he was fighting for the sake of his kind, for the sake of humanity, for the sake of his world and kingdom. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, "...so do I...right?" Wendigo Boss has been killed Morana has been killed

The dead have once again floated to the surface from the cemetary due to the flooding darn it guys

In Puerto Rico, a dam has maulfuctioned and people are hurrying to evacuate the area to higher ground before it bursts. This is bad.

I can definitely see Syndrome as a good boss for the game. With maybe Heartless versions of his robots as minions and him throwing stuff with his powers.

- Front Flank - Arthur (Side: Rebellion of Mystras) vs Morana (Side: Kilkis Seres) & Alex vs Wendigo Boss - The Wendigo screamed out in pain, the the tendons snapping loose at the Alex's sword. With no tension to keep his legs upwards, the Wendigo struggled, before toppling down, falling on his knees hard before falling face first, shaking the ground beneath. The Wendigo groaned in pain, by this point his frame shaking in exhaustion. It clawed into the ground, attempting to push itself back up only to keep his head hanging low, too exhausted. He was low enough for a perfect decapitation. Morana gasped as she heard her kind scream in pain, turning to see it now on its knees, in pain, struggling. She gritted her teeth, snapping her gaze back and forth from the Wendigo to Arthur and back again. "You can only fight one of us at a time." Arthur warned. "So you better choose wisely." Morana shook her head, groaning loudly in frustration. "Why can't you humans just accept your fate and die and leave us alone?!" Morana asked, extending her claws as she glared at Arthur. "This world isn't yours!" Morana roared, running at Arthur once more. Arthur dodged an upcoming slash, light on his feet as he slammed his shield towards Morana. She dodged, bending back before attempting to high kick Arthur, who in turn dashed back to avoid the hit. Morana landed on the ground again, glaring at Arthur. "If you hadn't come up here looking for trouble this war would've never happened!" Morana yelled. Arthur scoffed. "If you would just take down the barrier, we wouldn't even be having this conversation!" Arthur yelled back. Morana reached to her satchels. She had used up all of her seeds on that shield before. But she still had...a potion. She looked down at it, popping it open. Now, drinking the whole thing at once was anything but healthy...but she saw no choice. She drank the whole thing in a single gulp, emptying the glass before letting it drop and shatter on the ground beneath. She could feel her energy levels rising, a rush of it all racing through her veins. "GO TO HELL!" Morana screamed, the energy surging from her body, spreading into the ground beneath, reaching into the roots of the earth. The ground shook beneath Arthur, roots suddenly emerging upwards, wrapping themselves around Arthur like tentacles. Arthur screamed, struggling as he felt the roots hold him tight. Thorns grew into the roots, stabbing into his skin the tighter the roots wrapped themselves. Arthur couldn't move. He could barely breathe as he saw the roots wrap around him, surrounding him as it covered him in a cocoon of roots, thorns growing into his skin. Before long, he only saw darkness. Morana held control, glaring at Arthur as she pressed her fists, wrapping the cocoon tighter and tighter, attempting to squeeze the life out of Arthur, to crush him to death. A little Morana cried, using her arms to wipe away her tears as she stood alongside the rest of the Wendigo clan. They all stood solemnly, surrounding a single figure that lay right in the middle. She lay in a flowerbed, a single white sheet covering her body from sight. Compared to the rest of the Wendigo, this figure was smaller, more delicate; a Fey. The Wendigo hummed, singing, their voices in harmony together as a chant, a choir, their song echoing across the forest. Morana hiccuped, wiping her tears away as she felt her father's hand on her shoulder. "I w-want mommy back!" Morana demanded, stomping her foot defiantly. "We wish for her to return too. But it is far too late for that. We can't create miracles." Her father assured her. Morana shook her head. "Why would they do that?!" She asked, looking up at him in desperation. "She's just like them! She didn't do anything wrong! We didn't do anything wrong! How could they do that?!" Morana screamed, her body shaking. Her father gently rubbed her cheek with his claws, rubbing her head with his other hand. "Not everyone understands, nor views the world the same. Some are more accepting than others, like your mother was. Others simply refuse to believe that certain beings should be allowed to exist. Hybrid children of species, Sucubi, Wendigo...they view the world much differently than we do, and because of those differences, the results can be catastrophic. Sometimes it causes war...sometimes it causes tragedy." He explained, gently pulling Morana over to the body, standing besides it, closer than before. Morana sniffled, rubbing her eyes until they turned red. "Will the same happen to us...?" Morana asked. "No. The Queen has been very kind. We are allowed to exist, as long as we remain kind, and not cause chaos. Because of this, not even simple things like this must break our goal. Even when we mourn." He explained. Morana looked up. "What's the goal?" "To survive." Her father reached under the sheet, gently pulling the pale arm of his beloved into view. "We exist for a reason. Whether intentional or accidental. But we exist, and therefor, we must survive." He said, turning to Morana. "The world is an unfair place, Morana. But one must survive, and fight for their rightful place in it. You must remember that." Morana hummed, nodding a bit, using her dress to dry away the tears from her arms. "Now. Come, Morana. You must eat up." He said, offering her mother's arm. It was tradition, after all. They could only eat the dead. Not a single person, or body, was ever wasted. Morana blinked a few times, taking hold of her mother's arm. It was colder than what she used to be. "Goodbye, momma." Morana said, before opening her mouth and biting down with a bone piercing crunch. "Where are you going?!" The man stopped, standing in the rain, just a few feet away from his home. He wore a cloak with a hood that covered his face in shadows, whatever skin that did show pierced with weathered scars. A young Arthur stood on the doorway, glaring at the figure's back as warm tears escaped his face. "Where are you going?!" Arthur asked again, screaming over the pounding of the rain. The man shrugged. "Away from here." He hummed. "Why?!" "Don't act so dumb, you know why." "WHY?!" Arthur stepped out, not minding the rain. "Why would you do that?! Why would you be so stupid to throw your life away like that?! You always told me how much it meant to you! How hard our family worked to get to where we were, how much grandfather had to do to gain the respect to his name, and yet you threw it all away for your own vices! Have you any idea what you have done?!" Arthur screamed, his father remaining silent throughout his rant. "You've disgraced us! Mom, sister, I, everyone who bears the Gancelot name! All for your selfish desires!" Arthur screamed, stepping closer as the rain picked up. "And you think the best decision, after everything you've done, is to leave?! To leave US?!" Arthur asked. Silence. Instead the man shrugged and began to walk again, only for Arthur to reach after him. "ANSWER ME!" Arthur shrieked, gripping a hold of the man's sleeve, pulling it harshly as he dug his heels into the mud to pull him back. The man seemed unaffected, only taking a moment before backhanding Arthur with enough force to send the kid flying back into the mud, landing with a splash. Arthur quickly sat up, holding his cheek as it slowly turned red in the shape of a palm, glaring up. "I have disgraced nothing." The man began. "Names are meaningless. They are simply a title. Nothing more. Nothing less. You think you deserve to feel so hurt? Look around you, Arthur. Open your eyes to the reality of the world. There are many out there who wished they could be like you. Born without hunger, without fear, with someone to look after them. Yet look at you, taking it all for granted." He said, turning back, only to kick Arthur back further, sending the kid rolling in the mud. "My actions are my own. They don't affect you, nor your sister, nor your mother. For that, I will take care of them, on my own." He said. Arthur glared up. "But what about us?!" He yelled. The man paused, turning away from him. "What about you?" The man let out a chuckle. "You feel disgraced? You feel that you need to make it right? Then fix it. This world is no fairy tale, there are no happy endings." The man said, raising his arm. Arthur gasped, raising his arms over his head, preparing for a blow. Instead he heard the splash of something. Opening his eyes, he saw his father's sword being thrown right in front of him. "Fix it yourself. Bring honor or whatever it is that you say I took back to the name that you bear. See if I care. See if it makes any difference. The only way to leave a mark in this world, to bring change, is by actions. Tears and mourning won't do a damn thing. If you truly think you can fix all of this just like you said...then go ahead and try." The man said, chuckling to himself as he walked away. Arthur gritted his teeth, picking up the sword from the mud. He unsheathed it, revealing the sterling blade. He stood on his feet, picking up the heavy sword with both hands, running straight at his father. He roared above the sound of thunder, swinging the sword at him, hoping, aiming to hurt him. To hurt him like he had hurt them. He didn't last long. As he swung the blade, his father turned on his heels, dodging it like nothing, before grabbing Arthur by the throat and slamming him into the ground beneath. Arthur gasped, the air escaping his lungs from the impact as he dropped the sword. He rushed his hands to his neck, scratching at the pressure of his father's palm. Oxygen left him quicker than he could recover it, his vision blurring as all he could hear was the sound of the rain falling around him. He could only stare at his father's eyes before everything turned black. The next time he awoke, he wasn't fully sure if it was a dream or not. He watched his father lay him on the porch, laying the sword next to him. "It's better this way." He hummed, rubbing Arthur's head before turning away. "Be brave, Arthur. This world will need change, and you will have to make it so." His father whispered, and with that, he stepped into the rain. The last thing Arthur saw was his father disappear in a single bolt of lightning before losing his consciousness. "Dad!" From the sky above lightning crackled, swirling around in circles before striking. Morana's eyes widened as she watched the lightning strike the cocoon of roots she had created, creating an explosion as the roots turned ablaze. Instead of regular fire, blue flames surrounded the cocoon, burning it into ashes and everything inside of it. As pieces of roots fell, Morana expected to see Arthur's corpse. Instead he saw him standing, sword and shield in hand, his eyes wide open. A blue aura surrounded him...along with lightning, freely crackling across his body with no effect on him. "What...the hell?!" Morana took a step back. Arthur blinked, twirling his sword with ease as he raised it, before slamming it down into the earth. Lightning proceeded to travel across the ground beneath, burning paths of grass along with it, reaching into the feet of enemy soldiers, sending shocks of lightning straight into their bodies. Morana jumped into the air, dodging it. However, from the ground, the lightning shot up, wrapping itself around Morana's leg. Morana screamed in pain, the lightning burning her skin as it traveled across her body. Arthur moved his hand, the lightning wrapped around Morana moving, before slamming Morana down into the ground, letting go only when it had slammed her down a second time for good measure, an imprint of her body on the ground. Morana coughed up blood, gasping in pain across her body as the lightning retreated, Arthur landing on the ground with ease, the lightning still wrapped around him, almost...protectively. Though he seemed awake his mind was...somewhere else, gentle tears dripping down his cheeks. A walking bomb with no kill trigger. He had to wake up...or risk killing himself or someone he never intended to.

Happy Birthday! One year older. May you enjoy as much cake as you desire on this awesome day!

- Front Flank - Arthur (Side: Rebellion of Mystras) vs Morana (Side: Kilkis Seres) & Alex vs Wendigo Boss - The Wendigo roared, the smell of burning skin rising through the air. It attempted to grab at Alex, the human quickly dodging. As Alex stabbed the Wendigo's leg, enticing a chilling cry, he would've noticed a crucial witness for every being that were to stand upright. A true Achilles' heel; the Achilles' tendons were exposed. If Alex were to cut them, the Wendigo would have no way of standing any longer. Morana opened her mouth to say more, but stopped at the sound of familiar screaming. She snapped her head back, looking at the Wendigo as it struggled in pain, rushing around wildly. "Oh no!" Morana turned, about to run after her fellow ally, but was stopped as a single lightning bolt shooting past her, scarring her cheek and clipping a single piece of her hair. "We're not done yet." Arthur said, his sword pointed at her as the end of the blade hissed from the lightning. "If you can have enough empathy for every kind in this world, you should be able to have empathy for my kind too." Arthur said, spinning the sword around his fingertips. Morana groaned, glaring back at Arthur. "I could give less of a damn about your kind! The Queen has granted my kind the chance to live in peace when anyone else would've hunted us down due to our very beings! I don't get the feeling that humans would receive us just as gracefully!" Morana hissed. "Well, at least we both know how it feels to be on the both ends of a burning candle; all being held by this stubborn Queen of yours." Arthur hissed. "I haven't even met her and I already hate her." "Then you understand where I stand." Morana raised her claws once more. "I will fight for the Queen for my right in this world. If it means that I have to kick you humans out and back to where you came from, then so be it." She hissed. "I wouldn't have expected anything else." Arthur spat out some saliva mixed with blood. He swore that there was a tooth lose in there. "If I'm going down...you better give me one hell of a fight. Because these scratches are nothing." (Sorry I'm stalling I have really bad writer's block)

Another hurricane and this time it's five is PR ever going to get a break at all

- Front Flank - Arthur (Side: Rebellion of Mystras) vs Morana (Side: Kilkis Seres) & Alex vs Wendigo Boss - "Does it hurt?" Morana asked, tilting her head slightly. Arthur didn't even bother answering back, simply taking a cautious step forward, using his sword as guide. "The face is one of the most delicate parts of the body. It has the biggest range of muscle structure, as well. It is what represents us. It's like a canvas of who we are...I'm sorry that I had to rip it to pieces. Though, you should probably drop down and play dead if you want to live through this." Morana hummed, staring as Arthur continued to step forward. He chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah." Arthur hissed. "This...is war. We have to do what we have to do in order to survive. To fight for our side and ideals and goals. So I guess, I have to praise you in landing such a bad hit on me. But I will have to refuse your offer on giving up." Arthur used his scarf to wipe the blood off once more, by this point used to the burning pain of live skin facing against fabric. Only then, he forced his eyes open. The white of his eyes dyed red with blood, the blue color of his iris standing out with a fighting gleam. "I am a proud knight of the kingdom of Sodon, and I will fight to the death in the name of protecting my kingdom and world." Morana groaned, this time sounding rather annoyed. She was getting tired of this heroic little soldier. "I'm going to turn you into dust, and I'll start with your head." Morana hissed, raising her claws. Though it would be difficult...she needed to get her hands on exposed skin for that. Pretty hard on a knight clad in armor. Darn it. Morana rushed at Arthur, bearing her claws at him. Arthur rushed right after, shield and sword raised. Arthur used his shield to block Morana, who in turn used the force of the shield to push herself off from it and jump over Arthur, landing behind him before instantly clawing at him once more. Arthur turned on his heels, blocking with his sword as she kicked at Morana, forcing her to jump back. Arthur dashed forward, swinging his sword at Morana as she dodged the hits the best she could. She saw an opening, dashing straight at Arthur. Arthur blocked with a shield, but at the very last second, parried the shield across, smacking Morana's claws away as she fell right in. Arthur pulled his head back before throwing himself forward, headbutting Morana as their two foreheads collided with all the force Arthur could muster. Both of them screamed out in pain, Arthur using the chance to slash Morana across, finally landing a hit on the Wendigo Fey, before kicking her right on the stomach. Morana fell back, rolling back onto her feet as she held her stomach, the sword having slashed through her dress and skin, blood seeping out. Her head pounded in pain, causing her to feel nauseated as she glared up at Arthur. Arthur stepped forward, rushing at Morana without any waiting as he slammed his sword down at her. Morana rolled out of the way, only to be encountered, a relentless Arthur charging once more, slashing the sword upwards towards her, catching a single cut on Morana's arm as she crawled back. She dashed forward, gripping Arthur's sword hand with one claw as she pushed against the shield with her other arm, pushing him. The two of them struggled, pushing each other, trying to overpower the other. Morana pressed her claw tightly against Arthur's hand, watching as Arthur never once flinched as she dug her claws into the skin of his hands. The two pushed each other, before Arthur suddenly dropped his shield, allowing him to free his hand before punching Morana across the face. He didn't stop, quickly grabbing Morana's neck and punching her again, sending her falling down with a bloody nose. "Holy crap!" Morana hissed, holding her nose as she crawled back. Arthur quickly picked up his shield again, though this time he didn't got into his fighting stance. Instead he stood there, staring at Morana with a tired glare. "We're just trying to survive..." Arthur muttered, holding himself from crying. Any tears would hurt like a bitch on these scratches. "What is so wrong for wanting to be alive?"

That ending was so beautiful I want to cry it wasn't even sad ok Bungie now give me Destiny 3 hop on it

Haguki followed everyone back to the classroom, watching as everyone had their own comments and reactions to the ranking. She walked over to her desk, only pausing momentarily to hear Shizuka question about Ojex already leaving. "Wait, he left?" Haguki asked, getting her bag of candy away. They were at school. Hero school. Why would anyone want to leave early? Especially on the first day of class? "What if he misses something important? I mean, maybe it's an emergency but still." Haguki hummed, crossing her arms. "(He's so weird...then again all of us are weird.)" Haguki thought, gripping her arms slightly tighter. "(Only the first day and I can already feel the pressure of the competition. Not to mention that soon we're going to be competing against other schools too...)" Haguki gulped. "(I just hope I'm ready for it all.)"

I personally liked Zira as a villain. She had her reasons, but was also evilly manipulative. Plus, her villain song is amazing.