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

It was noon already and the sun did little effort in concealing it's scorching hotness on them.

"So, it is as usual," Chantara was saying to Abel, "the gods are still the same."

"Worst." He replied. Abel was tall, slender and had eyes like fire. Though they were green as usual as the rest of the gods, his were a more pale shade. He was not so much close to Chantara, so the thought of having her around him made his heart to flutter a bit. Of course he wouldn't dare show it.

"And you know what your punishment will be if you do not return soon." She said, in a question tone rather than a statement.

"I don't bloody care. The gods are making a mistake. We should be together, restoring the hearth. But, our dear old Xerxes is thinking otherwise."

She pondered for a while, the words of Abel recalling in her head. He was right. "How did you even find me?" She asked and he only shrugged.

Chapter Twenty Seven.