Heather Faalzar
August 14 2065
Soneria
I faced it down. My target was a Fallen One. A hideous, vaguely- humanoid, writhing mass of corrupted flesh and anger. It towered over my small frame at well over eight feet tall. I gave off an irritated sigh, putting my weapons of choice, a pair of large claws that manipulated time-space to make them able to cut basically anything, on my small hands. The creature raised an arm and swung at me, I flipped backwards, dodging the physical blow, but getting hit by a shockwave of concussive energy right in the back. I fell flat on my face and skid for a few feet. Getting to my feet, I get serious. I remove an imaginary block in my head, and I feel power start to surge through me, my body starts to glow an intense purple. I crack my neck, extending my arms, inviting it to hit me.. The Fallen One hurls a massive bolt of fire at me. I channel all of my power into my feet and dash at it, rolling under the bolt of fire.
“Gotcha.” I say, springing out of my roll and delivering a brutal swing at the creature. It comes apart like a hot knife cutting a stick of butter, blood spraying every which way as it collapses into a lump of gore on the ground. I wipe my face clean of blood and take a bottle out of my pocket, popping two pills from it. I feel the power in my body receding, the mental block replaced. Walking over to the corpse, I confirm that it is dead. As I inspect the body, I get a tingling in my back. I leap backwards, a rifle round obliterating the corpse. I look up and see a figure in the distance. It has long, pink hair billowing in the howling wind of the Sonerian wastes, and is carrying a rifle of improbable size. As she approaches me, I call out to her.
“Stop. In the name of the Ascended Guard, I command you to halt and Identify yourself at once.” The figure stops. I approach her and see that her face is horrifically scarred, likely from a burn. She gives me an odd smile.
“The name’s Meredith Jonston, Heather.” She calls out. A chill runs up my spine. Being an officer, I’d heard of her before but seeing her in person was somewhat disconcerting.
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“Drop your rifle this instant.” I say, readying myself for a fight. To my surprise, she complies, her rifle falling to the ground. I approach her.
“Did your mother never tell you to give your own name if somebody else does?” Meredith asks, her voice having a terrifying calmness to it.
“I’m Captain Heather Faalzar of the Ascended Guard.”
“Faalzar huh? No wonder you have shit manners then.” I get defensive.
“My mother has nothing to do with this. I have to take you in, there is a kill/capture order on you, you know.”
“Your mother has everything to do with this actually. And you can try and take me in. I guarantee you will fail.” Meredith says, revealing two knives each with a blade roughly eight inches long. I charge her. Suddenly, I am flipped onto the ground, Meredith on top of me with a blade to my throat.
“H-how?” I ask, dumbfounded.
“You are WAY too early to face me. Even Karen would have been able to dodge that.” That comment sets me off. I kick her off and start swinging wildly, getting blocked blow for blow by her knives.
“You...” I begin to release the mental blocks on my Affinity when she points a finger at my head. A blast of purple light emits from her finger, hitting me in the head. I get shoved backwards, but I maintain my balance. Meredith begins to be enveloped in an extremely malevolent-looking glow.
“I hope you appreciate my gift. Bye.” She says, disappearing. A crippling headache erupts through my head and i fall to the ground.
“I wasn’t strong enough. She got away. I’m still in their shadow.” I say, defeated.
“Then maybe you should get rid of them.” A voice says. I look around, confused.
Nobody was there.