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

Theon found himself at a castle's hallway. Though it was far from a regular one. At a normal palace, not that he'd been to multiple ones before, he figured there would have been various guards and maidservants roaming about the vicinity. This one was eerily silent.

"Where's everyone?" Lipa asked him, lowering her tone as she spoke.

Two guards suddenly appeared from nowhere, parading the area. "Hide!" Theon said, holding Lipa's hands tight as he hurried to a corner. The hallway was straight, wide and long, with tiny small corner of fire lamp. They'd hid behind, hoping not to be noticed. Theon was trying to shadow travel away from the scenery but feared he might travel too far away from the flower girl. He was close, and couldn't bare to risk anything.

Chapter Thirty Five.