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

Honora would never in her wildest dream believe that any magic could happen, that would save her life. One minute she was at the verge of her death, then the next, in the midst of five protectors. "What just happened?" She asked, facing just Theon. The familiar face.

"You were rescued by your lover." The flower girl said.

"Lover? No no, this strange witch here is no lover to Theon, right?" Lucius said, almost resembling a question. "He loves someone else."

"Lucius," Theon tried to speak but his voice faltered off. He didn't know what exactly to say.

Honora wished she didn't hear what he'd just said. Hearing you are not loved by the only one you truly loved was heartbreaking. But she ignored that part and chose to be braver. "What is going on here?" She asked, referring to particularly no one.

Chantara stared carefully as she observed their princess in distress. "So this is all of you?"

"Who are you supposed to be?" Honora frowned.

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