Blackrose_Belle

Chantara is a Moonlighter, now the sixth of her kinds, chosen by the Orb. Though her hatred and dislike for mankind will disrupt her true purpose. Would she be like the rest, gone forever? Or would she heed to her call and save both the High Realm and the race of humanity?

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Hundred years ago, a world of all kinds of malicious atrocities was born out of the greediness of mankind. The hearth of the gods mysteriously vanished from the  temple of the High Realm, with a single soul unable to comprehend the possibility of the mystifying misfortune. Never in history had it been heard that a mortal could visit the High Realm and make it out alive, much less succeeding after an outrageous crime as such.

The Hearth was a concealed weapon, constructed and hidden by the gods to protect the people of the High Realm, as well as all mortals. With that much power stolen, havoc was wrecked upon the universe. The power of the gods slowly began to fade away, and mankind suffered all nefarious miseries. 

As an attempt to restoring balance, the Supreme of the High Realm sent members from the Councils of the Elders to earth, with a mission of recruiting five hero to restore the stolen hearth every new moonlight. Sadly, the councils lost five of it's members after each moonlight. 

With Chantara being the sixth Moonlighter, doom was highly expected by her kinds. But with the destiny of the universe, solely depending on her, Chantara is determined to succeed.

Chantara

"Shush your dragons, Dagaric. Not a single word of your impetus gibberish any longer." Abel was starting to warn before he was soon cut off by his brother.

"I never told a soul about what I saw." He said, defending himself. "It is very obvious though, the magic is dying-"

"Shhhh!" He frowned. "You'll get us killed."

"I am not doing anything now, dear brother. It is very obvious amongst us all. How long are we going to keep pretending?" His expression showed anger and displeasure because he hadn't understand why the gods had failed themselves. He wasn't excluded. Dagaric had this conversation with his brother the night before, and two nights earlier, where his dear brother had only cut him off and changed subject.

"I won't be there once the Supreme hears of this and chops your head off."

"That's so cold, why would you imagine such a fate for your dear brother?"

Chapter Eleven.