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

Chantara was not aware of her vicinity. She was tired of what was going on. Then next, she was in a new scenery again. One that was indeed completely different that any one she had been in before. She wondered if her friends back home were trying anything to save her at all. She truly wished that they would.

She missed Lucius most especially, and she then, wondered what could be wrong with poor girl Chrysanthe. But at least she knew that chrysanthe would be in good hands. That was more than enough for her and it would most definitely help her overcome what ever it was that she was facing. She was in a forest, the woods dark and yet, sunny. Scorching hot it was.

A hug of browns, a shelter of extended limbs, seven resting beneath foliage hues, the forest is protective mother, the promise of holy sanctuary.

A billion verdant wands of pine wave in arboreal air; for this place is magical, so much so that you can feel it from core to finger tips.

chapter 47