A noble family that runs the town right close by. They were once famous, A global heroes who's close the gate from the abyssal they called homelands, removing corruption all for once on the regions, as many praise their bravery and wits, comes fame from government and kingdoms, from mere peasant to the war hero of the region, glorifying with folklore and legends, with children and a whole big family living in the manor they build upon from their great grands, but just as fames and wealth arise, such family unstable by power from the government, arising tension, with one of the heirs, he lived inside the manor, with maid treating the heirs with respect and equity, a lavish felt, but living in the house for decades without leaving, while working, learning, and sleeping on a single spot, being the heir means living in this house of prison for how long? An idiotic tradition,
he always talks to the maid of always dreaming and becoming like what his grandparent was, a hero, not a stuck up masterhouse, but nobody can change that fate for him, to He work with the maids, help the yard and kind with the guest as always, he wanted help, he was that perfect for the house master, nobody was as dedicated to the house, watering the plants, taking cares of the maid and maidens, he was a perfect child for this. As time clicks with the ceremonies, tension in him sparks on, living in the manor for eternity, as the heirs, as suddenly as a flowering tumour. Spill blood on everyone on the step paradise, as heirs flee with all the powerful tools of their descendants before disappearing from the lands.
He always wanted to believe he did the right thing, stopping a family for a tradition, he believed so forth. Later remarried in the unknown land before he was found missing once more, as his wife and his only children died by the bed for a reason he never wanted to know.
As time arrives, the manor was closed off, and plants of bountiful flowers wither away, come forth snow of eternity whipping the grass of lush nothing but snow and death, the soldier from another world sets up on the hill tops, for more advantage. The house was never open nor slander, a strict code for keeping all the history where it stands.
Lite stood near the gates, machine rifle at hand, a power to kill everything in sight, a slight move, and he could kill the person behind him.
The wind breeze with plentiful force, the impact reaches the mind as snowflakes now drop from the skies, the horizon is now dimmer with the yellow glows, as far outreach head was, a cloud of darkened voids.
His breathing was sporadic, as the man patting his back, trying to open his mind a little.
"Are you okay?" With Smith taking the machine gun from the piled snow
"I don't really know what to say.." Even with the gears covering his face, his voice lighten up, "Well welcome to Eldereal, that's what the local call it anyways, if you still think I'm crazy, please think again, anyways, let's head back, you don't look too well, I have another task for you, a simple one, let's go."
Who on earth is he, and I need to stay calm for now. I've seen worse. Why do I have such a bad reaction? It scares me. I need to take a few steps back.
Walking towards the double glass door, he looked beside him.
"Oh, right, I forgot to introduce myself, silly me, my codename is 'helcot', they always give the codename on first arrival, but my name is Smith Drockut, call me anything really." The man speaks like a first-time recruit, those with his figure and build, it'd just scream gentle giant, as calm as can be, the air is nice and not tense, when time comes short, truth comes fast. His word is very pleasing, though that doesn't stop him from looking like a six-foot monster who can ruin a whole squadron alone while stranded by the trenches, a master gunner for his fits, a perfect warrior, looks menacing and deadly at first sight.
"Right, I'll just say Smith."
With it, he nodded slightly before opening the door.
In the main room, he stops at the desk in the middle of the room as he rummages under the desk, with sounds of cans and others hitting each other. Not before long, he stood up. "Lite, come here, I have a task for you."
With Lite still breathing in distress, as he lay his hand on the wooden desk, Smith showed a keychain with mostly silver, but one that was of gold, weird.
" Take this, one of the keys, one of the silver keys, will lead you to the underground armoury. There's not much in it yet, as it's under review first, but there you will meet someone who might be important for your future. Behind me or this counter, there's a pathway, where you can find the underground armoury, just follow the path on the signboard."
Taking the keychain, there seem to be six unknown silver keys with one golden key. Lite puts the keys inside the cargo pocket.
"So which keys, they looks similars,"
The man on the counter, look at Lite "Hah, I don't know, only two people know about that, try to find it" As with the mask man, who's now on the desk sitting on the chain that of a clerk, as then he rummage on one of his chest rigs pounch, with it taking out a small paper of sorts, tightly on a scroll, two of them, one of them with a bright red marking on the papers.
"Here, take these two. One is the map of this place, only the first floor, but that should be enough. Oh, and that scroll, it's the scorching sun scroll. Keep it tight, and once you find the encased crystal underground, place it on the crystal; it will magically stick to it, and stay far away once it burns, trust me. Now go, soldier."
Taking the two papers, what is this task for me? Usually in these parks, you either have to clean the yard or do push-ups; this is quite tame for now. I'll just be prepared. This place is not normal.
He felt so gentle, too kind, of what type of superiors who do not uphold this sort of discipline. Even in this regard, the question of why he is here and how he got this chance, a second chance? Of how so, why is he even here in the first place? Thousands of inmates and you pick these, usually soldiers, as these are sent into the fronts, where they're chance of survival are limited, nothing but gravel, and treated poorer than street dogs, whatever is going on, he will never be treated greatly. Walking by the steps of the hallways, with a door beside the man, looking curiously on the heavily armoured doors as he looked around the hallways was nothing but empty silent cascade around, using the key he was gifted and trying each of the keys one by one, as the noise of the shackles keys continue for a briefs, as the sound of the inners clicks.
The last steel was raised from the obstruction, and the doors stuck to the sides, revealing somewhat dark stairs with a switch beside the doors. Flipping one of the light switches beside the hall, the light flickered on one by one. As the halfway point is lit, he continues to walk in the silent room, which is halfway lit, and the corner is nothing but darkness. When it is empty, something bright is in the middle of it—a crystal in the middle of such an empty room.
with something inside the crystal. Lite, his pupil, moves to observe and his heart wretches with the unneeded pumps. Its centre is nothing but a blurry mess, the body of an individual in limbo from the crystals, unmoving and without purpose. Even then, Lite ignores the weird side, taking the papers that he's been given and holding them to the crystal. After some time, the fingers feel numb as needles stab each nerve end. It burns just like ice, if not more. Even with the spikes, he continues to push it for more seconds, but nothing happens. His hand felt extremely numb, as he released his fingers with extreme redness and slightly felt hard. Even then, nothing happened, all quiet except for the crystal, which made a fairy glittering sound at any time it could.
The entrance door was slightly open. Walking towards you, Smith, who was still armed, each step slightly shaking the concrete floors, seemed to have something in hand. " I forgot one important thing: take this blanket, we might need it." He threw something. Lite tries to grab it, but misses, as it lands on the concrete floor, though with swiftness, he takes it from the dirty floor. A white blanket, extremely thick, one that you can find in those hotels, grey with a polyester touch, as the inside is good for insulation.
"Did the red paper, or talisman work?" Lite proceeded to hand the brightly lit paper
"I don't know if it sticks, but nothing happens. Also, what is inside that crystal?"
Hellcat eyes looked on this hand. It was red and cold upon touch.
"Hm, don't push yourself, you're class, Charlie, after all.." With him taking
The talisman: "You need a specialised talisman. On the last expeditions, we took her from the fronts; she was a volunteer per se, one of the divisions that got disbanded; as a lieutenant's order, we took her in an ice capsule, just a nobody." Lite lightly nods, "I'm a Charlie? What does that mean, per se? " Smith looked around the room. "Oh, it means you can't use the flow, not trying to blow your minds, I know it's overloading, but you can't use what we call flow, or just basic term magic, you're magicless, no worries, it's fine, you're not the only one we've found. Though that doesn't help that most of the class charlie"
Charlie. A person with no powers, maybe I'm different from everyone around this strange campus, but I don't feel like that's a good thing.
Smith stops for a second of silence. Before walking close to the ice prison, touching the talisman in hand and placing it on the ice, the spike coldness unbothered the glove hands.
With silence, the air around starts to melt. A combustion occurs on the papers and the red flames that grow from the air, burst into the ice, spreading on it, as if eating an amoeba on each cell. The fire spreads and grows as Smith slowly walks back with the talisman stuck on the ice, burning with a blue glow and red flames all over. The flames eat the ice exterior. As though the fire engulfs, the room is lit tight with titanium shining red from the blazing inferno, to the scent of ash, corrosive and repulsive to the breathing nature.
The heat burns with anguish yet calms as if absorbed into nothing but softly melting the crystal, while the flames rage all around to nothing but the obscurity of mania. As Smith slowly walks away, with him exclaiming, "Try not to get too close to the red ash fire, they have some hallucinogen in the smoke, and for some reason, only this fire can break this type of crystal effectively. If you want to get high, this is one way in this world, actually, taking crystal. Nothing changes, huh.."
All the lights, soul vouches to the last fire, as all is well controlled and calibrated, the crystal thins out, with little cracks that reach slowly across, haunting flames trending down, as the body now exposes, naked with nothing but insecurity all around. Flame dwindles as the last crystal around her shatters slowly, as it crackles, Smith remarks, "Don't let her get hit in the head." Smith lightly pushes Lite onto the crystal, as the last piece of the glass which held her finally breaks free.
As subtle as the whole crystal bursts into many more, the body is exposed to a small amount of gaseous smoke and slightly in touch with the flames. But its fire didn't burn the skin, it repealed by it, not melting it, but slowly descending her falling. Gases spread about, inside is a humanoid hair shorts to her shoulder, skin of cold shimmer of snow silks, hair of brown to grey and some white strands and whiter on the end of her brown hair, with ears tall uprise to the skies comparatively eastern in appearance; her eyelid was closed, but there were white strands on the eyelids. As Lite held onto the blanket, with him trying to wrap it around his body, even with the thick fabrics, the freezing was felt on the touch of the fabrics. Even with the needle pain on, he managed to wrap her slightly around, while letting it rest on the floor.
I don't know, I've heard about this in sci-fi, a cryofuge bath or something? Whatever I am seeing, this feels like I'm holding carbon ice, even with this fabric, my hands, there are blisters forming, I didn't even realise that.
"She is extremely cold." Lite held on to the blankets, putting them on top of her and trying to wrap the frozen body, as touch felt like ice, yet it was soft; it froze by touch. I don't know what's going on, first that gun exploded in my face and now this. I feel like this is a fever dream, but now I feel like I'm holding an ice cube. Is this a dead body?
As the smith came closer to the light, squatting a little.
"Good job there, she looks a little different. I remember her having white hair, but I don't know what happened; it seems like her eyelids are still white. I might need to report this to the science team. Let her stay there; your hands don't look good."
As a light remark, "It's fine, I'm alright"
With Smith looking slightly into his eyes, " You're not, your hands are literally blistering, keep it simple, calm down slightly." With Lite letting go of the fabric, as he sits beside the body, Smith comes closer to the mouth, as he opens his headset, with a slight air coming out, and Smith quickly retracts back from her. "That feels too funny, at least she's breathing."
With the ears close, with the silent room all that was heard, with the seconds, with his ears extremely close to the mouth.
As light, stand up from the concrete floors. "Right, we need to bring this girl to your room, keep yourself company as she will be your roommate, and yes, we did a background check on all of our company, even her."
With Smith coming closer to Lite, as both stand near each other, looking at the girl. "Though you should take notes, she can be sometimes strange, untalkative or something. They didn't put much data on her info logs, so you'll have to do what's there. Now wrap her in that blanket and move her. Follow me"
A girl, not much info, and silent, I've dealt with people like hers before, maybe this time it will not end too early, maybe we can spare some time and talk, usually the quiet ones like to talk more as they have much more in mind, though I don't know about this one.
With both of them, trying to wrap her around the blanket, like wrapping food, as they both had shared time, Smith asked. "Your hands are still blistering. Maybe you should hold the keys and stay in a warm area. The radiator is pretty warm, not bright, but it's very warm." Lite nods, "No, it's fine, I can take her in."
"Oh, waiting for a challenge, keep up. Physical Exam is still next week; until then, make sure you're good."
His hand still red and moulded with blisters, the fabric rubbing the exposed skin that of sandpaper, though as he held her to his chest, his face was unfazed and un-tortured, with both of the men walking out of the room.
A buzz was felt on Smith. With the answers and music humming around the room, the sounds remind me of East Asian pop, with a Vocaloid tone, and he swiftly picks up the radio on his plate carrier. A voice can be heard from the sides, rough and sounds like driving through a crash road, as the voice keeps humming about.
"Yeah, nothing has happened as of yet. Mhm, yeah, right, we will put her in the room." As he speaks, he suddenly stops, and silence fills the rooms with a weighted sense of charcoal, rigid, rough to breathe through the face air. "Alright, yeah, alright, I'll be on it.."
As such, the sounds from his headset were quiet, putting the radio back on his plate carriers. "Let's go Lite"
Lite nods a little and with it."Yeah."
She weighs much more than I expected. Her body was, I didn't realise at first, I did not really think about how she looked, but I saw that there was that chrome metal on her back, with marks. Her left hand is filled with marks of cuts. I don't know what to do with that, but it seems like she's not new in this place, maybe I'm the new person, whatever it is. The pain in my hand is catching in; I can't let go just yet. I'll stay quiet for long enough.
With both walking on the hallways, as well as in the room. Smith rummages through and tests out multiple keys, from red to blue colours, as many. He finally found the right key. With him opening the door, he entered first as Lite walked behind Smith. Walking to the left bed, the unoccupied one, there are no boots and shoes like mine,
Smith's face looks back.
"Put her on the bed. I know you are struggling."
As Lite slowly walks on the board. "R- right.."
With the steps close to the beds, walking through the cold air conditions with a radiator to the side, numbness in his arms wrapping around, slowly lowering his feet to the ground with his knees on the wooden panels.
Placing her on the bed, lifting his hand from her thighs and back, with little strength he has left, with arms caressing with stiff pain.
"The group leader will arrive. You can stay here and report anything. Here is a radio. Smith tossed a box of objects with antennas and a key, a radio with a display with colours. Lite nods to Smith, who then waves lightly before walking to the doors and closing them very lightly and gently. With him and this body, he takes a chair beside her bed and sits facing her, with the table beside him, with an office feel into the material it uses, putting his head and his arm as a resting place for his head, watching over the hairs, the breathing calms and is silent across, with vibrations of the radiator can be heard.
"It's so warm, so warm, so."
All the noise, all the cold showers throughout, all the imagination of grounded cascaded nature of mind casting about the endless pondering on calamity, mind shocks. The smell, these feelings, with foreshadowing black, combusting with inner thoughts. So painful, so soft, so kind, so gentle, so.
The smells of witch, the smell familiar, the end of time.
All I could remember was the cold concrete floors, waking up inside a bunker.
As the hour passed by, the change with her slight movement, and eyes open, lit up the radio hanging from his belt closer to his cheek's mouth. As her eyes open and widen at the surroundings, standing beside her, the magic user, the smell is the same as then, even though the snow is cold, she can feel it, and it is now much clearer than the trenches of snow. Her hands up to him, oblivious to her attentions of hatred. A ring is formed around her hands, and the rings all form a strange symbol across them. With the alchemical transmute arounds her, her hands are reaching someone desperately.
Her eyes, her breathing, her teeth that grind around.
The cold blaze on the windows, as the women, who dash by the inhuman speeds, with eyes that glow brightly, it was red, it was bright, her hands seemed to have that glow of blue, with her face that of lions, not so, her face filled with fear? With him still on the desk, as she lunged her hands onto him, the glow now brightened with a world of alchemical flying around, his muscles on the legs twitched, looking down upon him, her eyes so bright, yet shallow with no remorse, just hatred and more. But As she was close to Lite head, he move to the side just as a beam of ungodly blue light of beam traverse from her palms, as it hit the ceiling, with its crumble of fortified concrete and a small crater now inking with ice and its fragment of blue, With the beams slightly hitting Lite Neck on the side, as blood that spill instantly turn frozen solids.
before a door is open. The girl was suddenly put on the desk, the speed was very fast, as her face was smashed onto the desk, a man seemed to hold her tightly.
All I could hear was the scream of him and another person beside me, god I don't feel so good again, my ears ring, I can't breathe, I.
I'm scared.