"I'm so sorry to hear that."Tirana's story earned her looks of sympathy from Lars and Len. She crunched the edge of a picture of her and Margaret as she looked down. Now Lars felt guilty for cornering her earlier and had no idea what else to say. He scratched his sideburn and was about to say something supportive but it didn't manage to come out."I'm sorry to you guys as well. I had thought of keeping you around just in case to help me in my mission. That was wrong of me. This is my own battle.""No," Lars said, "I believe we're meant to find each other like this, to help each other's battles. If you weren't here to save us back then, we'd be done for. We still owe you for that."Len vigorously nodded. "Yeah, that's right. You've been a great help for us, so let us return the favor."Tirana smiled, a smile that was born out of gratefulness and relief. Her eyes slightly glassy and she tried to not let it show by looking down again. An awkward laugh came out of her seemi
The First King of Blood Moon was a folklore figure renowned by the Antares tribe of La Shania Mirepa. He was called as such because he was the first that settled in Antares, arriving under the blood moon. The First King was benevolent and blessed with mystical gift that he uses to protect people from turbulent disasters and bloodthirsty monsters. The King was greatly revered that the ancient Antares tribe would often place offerings in a small shrine by the ocean dedicated to him.The sacred offerings were various, from farm crops, leftover food, animal meat or even a small bowl of blood collected from chosen tribe members. The bowl of blood is deemed mandatory to be offered every full moon, and those chosen to offer their blood for the First King were considered as blessed with great honor and called themselves blood bearers.The honor of becoming blood bearers are determined by a series of trials that was done every specific phase of the moon. The trials were conducted in spirit
It was exactly during sunset when Lars, Len and Tirana regrouped at the small beach near the bookstore. The sky was bathed in gold and orange glow as the sun descended into the sea, pulling the curtain of night. The three took a quiet moment to enjoy the sunset for a while before commencing their mission.When it was fully dark, Lars, Len and Tirana scoured the beach, deciding a perfect spot to do their ritual. This particular beach was dirtier than Lesath, littered by innumerable plastics and trash that was beyond help by then. It made the act of finding a decent spot to do a sacred ritual almost impossible for the three."So let me get this straight," Len said. "We are going to do a ritual from ancient tribe's culture to call forth a mythical figure of some sorts, here in a beach full of shit?""Nah, if it doesn't work here we could try Lesath," Lars said."And we have no actual shrine.""Nope.""And it's not even full moon tonight.""Oh well.""And we're gonna do it.
Lars, Len and Tirana made their way back to the more crowded area of shopping district. They kept looking back and around to identify the potential watcher, but found no clue. Lars had mentioned it could be the old man who just wanted to see the ritual but Tirana wasn't going to risk it."I think we're safe now," Lars said, "now let's find this blue door thing.""Not just a blue door, any door with runes on it," Len added."Okay, but where should we look?"The three craned their necks to every direction, looking for something remotely blue or any possible candidate for the door. They did see the only place in the area with the most blue in it, but it was a place that they deemed highly unlikely to meet an old god."The mall, really?" Len said, voicing the others' mind.Lars audibly exhaled. "At this point, anything goes. Let's go."Lars, Len and Tirana entered the mall with the lowest amount of expectation, but since they didn't have the luxury of clearer clues, they just
'Who... dares...'A shrill voice was heard, soft and close to Len's ears. He felt a rush of chilling air and there was an invisible weight dropped on his shoulders. His entire body hair perked up like each strands were being sharply pulled by razor strings. Len shivered to a catatonic state, and it wasn't because of sheer cold alone.'Why... here..'.Len's lips trembled, unable to say anything. He wanted to run but his body was overwhelmed in severe paralysis. He felt the lump on his throat choking himself. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, unbridled and unwelcomed.'WHY?'A great force pushed Len down so hard it should've snap him in two, but it didn't. Len was falling into pitch black darkness, voiceless and motionless. Gravity pulled him down ever so slowly, lulling him in the dark air before finally tucked him down softly on the cold, hard grounds.After regaining his senses, Len stood up and the darkness dispersed. He was back at the Shaula Mall's entrance and foun
The surge of newfound strength in Lars' flaming white aura made him capable to leap twenty feet off the ground. The mermaid - whale monster met him halfway, along with spreading rush of scorching blood. They clashed in midair, creating another shockwave that break them apart.Lars propelled backwards in the air, but he didn't fall. He regained his balance and levitated, stunning the onlookers; Len, Tirana and the monstrous opponent. Lars held out his hand and just then really took attention of the intense aura that shrouded him like a second skin. He felt pleasant warmth of it all over his body, giving him strength like he never imagined before.Lars pointed his sword forward and focused his energy towards it. The sword gained tremendous amount of white flame blazing across the blade. Lars knew what to be done with it, a familiar presence guided him through his evolving instincts. He knew he could do this like he was born with it.Lars let out a battle cry and his sword unleashed
Lars was reminded of what Alt'ma said to him in the white chamber of his dreams, about the others. He studied the impostor's expression and yet his smile stayed unflinching. Despite still being careful with whatever stood before him, Lars was inclined to believe this impostor could actually clarify everything. As a sign of peace, he willed his sword away, returning it into a necklace."Could you explain to me all about this? No more jokes. And please stop talking with my face. I'm serious.""Why not? He gets to do that all his life." The impostor Lars nodded towards Len, and since nobody react to his joke, he threw his hands on the air in defeat. "Alright, alright, I'm just messing with ya."The Faux - Lars' body rippled in rainbow aura again, taking a new shape. The result was a short, slim young man with long, straight black hair. His olive skin glowed by the remnants of his shapeshifting aura, and his facial features were delicate, almost feminine; so much that Lars originally
"Good morning!"Vayu's burst of fervor caught Lars and Len by surprise. They jolted out from the bed almost immediately and instinctively clutched the blanket to cover their naked upper halves."W - What the... how did you get in?" Lars said in incredulous frown."Please." Again, Vayu waved it off as if the answer was already so obvious. "Y'all missed the breakfast time, by the way."Len stretched and cracked his neck. "You were here but you didn't wake us up?""But y'all were sleeping so soundly. I don't have the heart to disturb you." Vayu sat on the edge of the bed and playfully patted Len on his foot. "That, and because I turned into this blondie here earlier. Thanks for the free breakfast!"Lars shook his head in disbelief and heaved a conceded sigh. Vayu was too much for him to bear in the morning but he quickly took it aside. Lars was rather preoccupied by the fact that Len didn't wake up early as usual. He must be really spent as well, Lars thought.Vayu casually