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

"Run!" Lucius screamed when he saw their crazy visitor shoot fire from his hands.

"No. Stay." Chantara frowned, muttering to herself. His aura was familiar to her that she couldn't bare to attack. He lunged various strategic moves at them—at her, only because Chantara was his aim. Of course she didn't know why, but she wouldn't stop him.

"Moon, run!" She heard Tina's voice from afar and silently thanked the Orbs her human friend was all better. Chantara scanned her vicinity and watched as they'd all scarttared, leaving just her and the evil Warlock in the center. It was exactly what he wanted. The grass on the floor had turned rotten brown, ripped off of live essence. A giant tree behind her had all it's colorful adorned fruits and leaves, withered into nothingness, along with whatever animal that once dwelled on it.

Chapter Thirteen.