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

"Moon!" Lucius sprinted forward to where she was, "oh Lord oh Lord, Moon, are you alright?"

She was alright, at least her mind told her that. Her body on the other hand, not so much. Blood was dripping slowly on the side of her head. Her eyes were dizzy, and her head banged like hell, but all in all, she was not dead. Thus, she was alright.

"I'm fine," she managed to say, with Lucius helping her get up on her feet.

"What is wrong with you? Why are you trying to get yourself killed!"

"I wanted to get a brief moment into her head. The woman," she explained, her voice hushed and weak. It sounded more as a whisper as she spoke. "Those were not dark magic, they were powers from the gods. The Orb's blessing, it's upon her."

"He's strong. Massively strong. That's all I could see,"

Lucius thought for a while, "then that must mean that they are part of the five heroes! Moon, that is great news-"

Chapter Twenty Two.