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?

****

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

There was a light, a playful light that came to heart of tiny rain kissed leaves and raised them far beyond the status of the cold cut gem.

Each raindrop is the drop that kissed your skin in those days that we were together, me and you, my baby boy. Each one is the same because they sing of these such treasured memories, of the comforting love that remains and the hopes I hold for your future. And so, I love the rain better than photographs, for each one is a perfect moment.

Give me the rain in those flashing sheets of cold droplets and I'll show you how the world breathes into those ready to live. Show me how the rain traces sweet paths on your skin and I'll give you a way to feel more alive than any manmade high ever could. So as the clouds gather I feel my soul stir, the air electrified as it anticipates the quenching storm.

chapter 49