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”He who is God’s chosen, thus is thy curse of Mankind. She who bears witness to Them, shalt behold thy curse bestowed upon thee.”
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Glacia Osborne, the Very First. She was just that, the First to be God’s Chosen. The strongest of Them who were Blessed, the five people given varied power from Him Above, the One who Rules All, God.
Smirking, she spun her purple daggers around her fingers, confident in knowing she would won. The cosmos weaved through her fingers, rippling space around her and producing small portals through reality. Up against her was the highest threat she had yet to come across, the Weaver. Able to weave time, it had caused catastrophic despair across wherever it went, mercilessly slaughtering anything it came across. Despite that, however, Glacia knew she could easily win with Them who accompanied her on her missions, the other four only humans on Earth with powers like her.
Uäelkė, the creature screeched. As a being from another universe, it had no common language with humans, its means of communication being transmitted as what sounded like random clicks and screeching.
”Alexander, pinpoint its location of origin! Saera, distract it while I get ready to attack! Mandrel, shoot at it from your position! And Hale, stand by to heal us if needed, and get ready to seal it!” I, the same Glacia, barked out, opting to quickly turn my head around and instruct the other four.
”Got it!” Saera shouted back. She was the tank of the team, blessed with divine protection to shield herself from any attacks. It came with the trade off of weak attacks, albeit the power of them being greater than what any human could ever dream to produce. Running towards the Weaver, she summoned a shield of ice, hurriedly slamming it into the ground to block a hit from the Weaver. Though I knew it was a strong attack, I could tell she would be fine. Besides her ability to protect herself, she could conjure up any elemental protection spell originating from the common elements of Fire, Water, Earth, and Air. We all had a range of elements to choose from at any point, but we all mostly stick to one; her sticking to the ice element in this case
Looking at Mandrel, he had already started taking aim at it. The archer of our team, he would help attack from far, siphoning away health from the Weaver while easily avoiding being hit. Instead of just a normal bow, though, it was an elderwood bow, crafted using the roots of the only elderwood tree on Earth, one ten times stronger than the strongest man. As a result of this toughness, it had the tradeoff of low durability when it was damaged, but that was made up with his Nature element. By manipulating the environment around him, he was able to call of Mother Nature to drain health form his opponents and use it to restore his bow, making it practically unbreakable in most cases.
Hearing a beep on my wrist, I looked down on my transmitter. A hologram laid above it, reading information about the Weaver, coming from Alexander. He was the backbones for fully completing our missions, using his divine blessing of information and wisdom to gather intel about our opponents to help us defeat it. Looking over it, I read, “Weaver: An entity able to control time occasionally through manipulating the threads of origin. Looks like it came from universe U-14W-A.” Looking at it, I groaned. That specific universe had a lot of beings transporting her recently. Looking past my shoulders, I looked for him, but failed. Hiding away, as usual.
Shrugging my shoulders, I finally turned to Hale, looking at him to see if he was far away enough. Being the healer and sealer of the group, he was the second best in terms of usefulness, only bested by me. Not only was he able to heal injuries, but he could seal away things and living beings, restricting power and locking them in place.
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Looking back at the Weaver, I saw it was slowing down, tiring from the constant hits and trying to attack Saera. Suddenly, it stopped, and green particles gathered around it, making me widen my eyes. I recognized it from past experiences, seeing it was about to attack, like to try to freeze time for a few seconds, then escape or attack.
Hurrying, I charged my daggers with the power of the Cosmos. When I had received my blessing, I realized my elements I could use extended past the normal few, giving me access to a few extra ones. The most powerful one was the Cosmos, if which I frequently used, but it took a long time to charge a single attack, much to my chagrin when I first used it.
Dashing forwards, I tightened my grip on my daggers, ready to attack. Once I was in close proximity, I yelled, “Now!” After doing so, Saera lifted her shield and Mandrel started shooting his best arrows, explosive arrows. Reeling in, I slashed the Weaver’s arm off, causing it to screech in pain and run towards me.
Saera threw a shield in front of me, blocking its path temporarily. Grinning, I dashed forwards, and cut through its chest. “Hale, seal it!” I shouted, turning around to face him. The fight was finally over.
Nearly collapsing from exhaustion, I sat down, drinking from a canteen of water. Over my shoulder, Hale started chanting his usual chant for sealing.
“Return from where you came from, O’ foul demon, thee who possesses unconditional power unworthy of you holding.” At the last part, my expression warped from satisfactions to confusion. The line was supposed to be, “thee who doth not belong in thy world.”
Suddenly, I heard a sound at my feet. Looking down, my eyes widened in shock as sealing circles surrounded me.
”Hale? Hale! What are you doing?” I screamed out, panicked. Was there a mistake in the chanting.
”What I should have done a long, long time ago,” he calmly replied, continuing his chant. I frantically looked around to see if anyone would help me. Instead, they all smiled as they walked towards me.
”You’ve always ordered us around like dogs. You don’t know or feel our pain, the pain we felt when humanity calls us cursed. You ignore it, but we can’t.” Saera spoke up, brandishing a sword.
”W-wait…” I started, but it was too late. The sword was a gift to her by me, crafted by hardsteel, a blade to complement her shield. I had never seen it out, in her hands, while in combat. Though she had received the blessing of protection, I had known she would be alone at some point in time, and would have to fend for herself. We had spent an entire week just to obtain the materials for the sword, traversing the depths of Klaeri, the Unseen Continent, to forge it.
My eyes narrowed. This couldn’t, shouldn’t, be happening to be. I may have been the strongest of them all, but I was also the leader of the group, the one who made sure we stayed on track and followed instructions from Him Above.
Instinctively, my hands trembled, inescapable sobs tearing through my eyes and mouth, as the sword thrust into me. I looked down to my chest. The grotesque smell of blood filled my nostrils, my normally blue shirt now tinted red.
Slowly, I turned her head to look at who had stabbed her.
”S… Saera…” I barely whispered, each breath paining me. “All I’ve done is helped you and the world. So why?”
Saera blankly stared at me, motionlessly judging, before her expression slowly warped into angry. “Why? You ask why we hate you? Don’t play coy with me. You always go running around, flaunting your fucking power over us, thinking you’re just so high and mighty!” she screamed.
“I-“
”Don’t say a damn word!” she nearly shouted, pushing the sword further into my chest. Groaning in pain, I would have fallen over if I was not already sprawling on the floor. My abdomens felt like they were being torn apart, a fire ripping through every atom of my existence.
And yet, I had no idea what Saera was talking about. I would never show off my powers, not with the prying eyes everywhere around me. I could hardly trust those I knew; how could I dare do such a thing?
”Well, guess what? You’re not immortal. You’re just a dog always playing fetch, pretending to be a hero in front of everyone’s eyes. You only exist because Him Above wants you to. You’re his precious little fire. And today, I’m sealing that fire.”
”Saera, stop-“
But it was too late. She had finished her chanting. The void, an absence of something, surrounded my, engulfing me in my own cosmos of abyss. Tears streaming down my face, I closed my eyes and slowly accepted my fate. ‘Goodbye,’ I breathed, hardly a whisper.
Then everything faded to black.