Upon the city of Olympus, the moon shined its silvery light. The beauty of its glow fell upon the buildings of the city, giving them a radiant shine and highlighting their ethereal beauty. One of those buildings shined the brightest every midnight in Olympus. The Historic Alan War Museum, a building that holds records, pictures, and artifacts of the Alan War that happened 48 years ago.
The building is one of the landmarks of the country, every trainee in the academy must have basic knowledge of the war and the building to even qualify for the academy. It holds that much weight.
Upon the building though, stood a figure on the roof. The moonlight shined on the man's back, shadowing his face for onlookers on the ground. If there were someone who happened to look up at the building they would think they were looking at a specter.
It was an older man with long, silver hair that cascaded down his back, his matching beard falling all the way down the middle of chest. He was wearing a black cloak that hid every part of his body except his hand and head.
“...Isn’t it beautiful my lord? The sky, the peace…the legacy you left behind is glorious my lord…” The man muttered to himself. He held a hand high into the sky, as if he was trying to pull the sky down to him. His eyes kept to the stars and never wandered.
Suddenly a woman's voice from behind breaks his concentration, “Master.”. The man turns around to look at the beautiful young woman who appeared behind him. She wore a royal purple suit that fit to perfection. Her black hair glimmered in the moonlight as she takes a knee out of respect for her master.
“Child, did you happen to see that lightning strike just now in the forest?”
The master asked.
“Yes master.”
“Was that your doing?”
“No master.” She replied.
His eyebrows furrowed. “...what do you believe caused that child?”
“I believe…” She raises her head to look at her master eye to eye. “It was acknowledgement from our lord, master.”
A cynical grin slowly grew across the man's face, “Hehehe…”. He turned around back to the city and raised his hands into the air as if he was embracing the world. He threw his head back and laughed like a madman at the night sky.
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“HAHAHA!!!! OH HOW RIGHT YOU ARE, CHILD!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!!”
The laughter echoed across the city, sounding as if a murder of crows had all flown across the city.
“HE SEES OUR DEEDS! HE KNOWS OUR PATH WILL SOON BRING HIS GLORY TO NEW HEIGHTS AND THE WORLD WILL BEGIN TO PRAISE HIM ONCE AGAIN! HAHAHA!!!!”
Slowly, his laughter faded, he calmed himself down as he lowered his arms. His manic smile faded, and a miserable expression replaced it. He dropped his head to gazed down at the bystanders.
He studied all the civilians down below. How they talked, how they laughed, how they cried, how they lived.
“Bring me your hand child.” The man said coldly.
The young woman didn’t hesitate to walk up to the man and offer her hand. The old man took her hand gently and began inspecting it as if he was looking for something. The man sighed faintly and her hand began to glow white and smoke began to rise from her skin. The woman didn’t say anything nor did she react to the thick smoke dancing out from her hand.
The man let go of her hand and it began to return to normal. The light and smoke faded away slowly.
“Did you feel anything child?” He asked.
“No, master. Nothing.” She replied, her face stayed emotionless.
The man looked at her with pity, he placed his hand on top of her shoulder to comfort her as if she needed it.
“Child, you may put on a stoic mask but I know you yearn for our mission to be a success.”
His eyes turn away from her and look towards the city “I know this because our lord also yearns for it and I fear he is starting to grow… impatient. His tale is starting to become forgotten.”
“If that is the case master, why don’t you let me go kill the man right now? I believe I am more than capable to do it-”
“Child…” That single word cut through her sentence with cold authority. His head never moved away from the city but his eyes darted towards her with sharp malicious intent.
“What makes you think that you have the skillset to ‘kill’ that man, child?” The man's sharp words made the young woman drop her head, her body trembling under his scornful tone.
“I don’t know what made you think you could even suggest that, but if those words come out that mouth again…the consequence will be dire for you future child.” An overwhelming aura exploded from him, suffocating the air.
The bystanders on the ground could feel it. Some adults couldn’t move out of fear of an unknown energy that infiltrated their bodies and mind, the young and the old couldn’t keep their conscious at all.
The young woman didn’t say a word, her head remained fixed to the ground.
“Do you understand child?!” The man demanded.
“Yes master. Forgive me.” she answered.
The man calms himself down, his suffocating aura dissipated. The woman's body began to steady and she felt as if she could breathe again, but her head still remained down.
The man’s eyes went back towards the city. He then hopped up on the ledge of the building as if he was a spry 20 year old man.
“Has Karter finally made it here yet?” He asked.
“Yes master. He suppose to be a guest at the Templar Showcasing in two days.”
“I see. Tell him we will meet him at the Absent Gate before the showcasing begin. Make sure he knows not to be late.”
“Yes mast-”
She lifted her head up to reply, but before she could even finish her sentence, the old man leaned forward to fall off the building gracefully. She looked over the edge to spot her master but he had already vanished.
“Masters' emotions are becoming more chaotic lately…” she said to herself.
She took a deep breath and backed away from the ledge. She looked at her hand her master held. Her eyes looked at her hand with the same pity her master's eyes showed. She dropped her hand and strode across the roof. Black fire began to rise from her feet, quickly engulfing her whole body. In a whisper of smoke, the woman vanished into the night sky.