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

The next morning, the trio were back on their feet and ready for the next day's adventure. They'd all rested well during the night. Lucius even hummed, swinging his head left to right in rythyme to his song as they ambled their way to the Silver City.

Chantara on the other hand, had cloud of shadow under her eyes, formed from the sleep she'd lacked. Lucius had querried her, asking why her green eyes were looking so drained. He'd also begged her they didn't dispose of Tina and tried to save her instead.

If it hadn't been for his pleads, Chantara would have truly gotten rid of her human friend. Tina hadn't so roguish at the end of the day. She had mentioned it to her after all that she'd started to hear voices in her head. That was the final stage of dark magic possession. They weren't safe around her. She would have to be at alert, steadily watching her every moves.

And he dared questioned why she didn't sleep.

Chapter Fifteen.