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

"Magic is not selfish, it is not corrupted and most importantly, it is not evil. Yet, one particular girl seemed to had unintentionally broken all the rules with little effort." One of the elders of the Royal home of Alora, slowly conversed his words to a woman. A mother.

"What do you see, Old man?" Asked the woman . She wasn't desperate, and had no obsession or interest whatsoever in the future of her unborn child. Yet, the elders had thought otherwise.

In that tiny hut, lived a man. Blind, but a powerful seer. "I see a sweet girl. A fun and loving child, cherished by everyone." Described the old elder, making sure he omitted no single word. "And I see darkness!" The calmness in his tone disappeared, sending in a clash of disturbance and turbulence. From gentle and sweet words, grew a boisterous and shrill ranting. "It grows inside of her, and it will change her life for the worst!"

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