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

The door opened as Chantara went to check who was there.

"Hi," Lucius said, smiling as he walked in. His eyes scanned the room as he admired the vicinity. Two beds, just like the one in his and Theon's room, but only one god? "Oh, where is your guest?" He asked, sitting on one bed.

"He left." Chantara frowned, hoping he wouldn't ask more.

"I had to. I sent him back-" she said, thinking of what next to say to make him less judgemental.

"Great!" He said, instead of what Chantara had thought would be; "oh that's not good. How could you? We need him, and you know that. How could you?"

"Great? I thought you would be upset."

"What? No way. I'm proud of you." He said, casually. "Alright, what is our next plan? How do we want to find flower girl?"

"You really are not upset." She smiled, then thought for a while. "Do you think they won't be angry as well?"

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