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PROPHECIES WERE REALITIES, that statement was for sure. Any vision, however unbelievable or maybe too simple always happened in real life after she would foresee it. There were times, but extremely few, where the destined scene was altered to a pleasing turn. But for this one, Susan had not known what was in store for them. Which was what scared her the most. As her abilities provided her with the chance to change the future, or do some certain things to stray it away from happening. And this one was far from ever shifting. It was too unpredictable.

Susan paced worriedly in her room then sighed, she had just finished writing another prophecy to a parchment. It was one about a dryad who goes through tragic loss but overcomes it by her dreams. The female didn't even know where or who these people were anymore, she just mindlessly let her hands guide her then forget about it after she rolls the piece of paper.

Walking towards the large window that peers outside her tower, she stared everywhere. Despite living here for years now, she couldn't get over the beauty whenever she takes her time to enjoy the scenery. The four structures were incredibly built, no sign of dissatisfaction on the exteriors. It had the right shapes that complimented each other, rough on the bottom then smoothens as it reaches the very top. There was a castle-like feel to the place, but it was much enchanting than the kingdom settled elsewhere.

But what she loved the most was not the overgrown vines that never withered, or the seeming shimmer which made it more pristine. It was the sapphire tint that basked the entire grounds, the work of the Blue Sun from above the fountain. Never had it failed to mesmerize her, always giving her something to be prideful of. The magical properties it showered her with was her favourite part, getting renewed even if she had gone through the most tiring days ever. Perhaps this was the effect brought by the old soul, the most gifted out of them all.

Her eyes closed as she felt arms encircle her waists, unconsciously bringing her head to lay on the body's shoulders. His musky smell invaded her nose with a welcoming embrace, warmth strengthening from both the figure and the Blue Sun.

“Of utmost beauty, my love.” It was deep, as euphonious as any sound she's ever liked.

“How was it with the council?” Susan smiled as she felt lips lay itself on her temples, opening her lids to glance at the charming allure of the male.

“Not as tiring now that I've reached here,” The King of the land wiggled his dark eyebrows. “How could I not? When I'm taking advantage of my most exquisite mood booster.”

Rolling her eyes playfully, she unclasped from his hold, swaying towards the shelves on the wall. “You should marry the empress' home then.”

“You know I meant you.” He chuckled with a groan, following her actions of floundering about.

Inspecting the papers, he still felt amazed. Each and every one of them had a faint glow to it, serving as lights to the dim room. He traced his fingers from the left then ended by the middle, stopping at a certain one which had a flickering effect to it. Her parchments were unique in a way that they all had a sense of originality whatever they signified. For those of normal things like having a good life, they were powered with a still aspect. Those of importance were the ones that shone the brightest, some, if they hold the wonders of the world, it would become iridescent and have an ombre of wistful purple. Then lastly, were the papers worth to worry, those who has quivering luminosity which were pale. Such parchments were destinies of unholy ravellings.

“His prophecy has not yet altered?” The male, despite only being human, felt a somber atmosphere replace the initial fluster. Looking at the flickering parchment, she bit her lip as she shook her head. She didn't even halt the man as he opened it, her writings showing up as the ink visualized.
  
  

“ In light and discovery shall secrecy be torn, no truth setting anything free,

Ponder short-lived and actions not mourn, with mist and cold in glee,

Dams are cracked flooding endless storm, all souls wail bleeding with plea,

As gates unlatch and betrayal is sworn, no chance they have to flee,

And with lives being shed and made unborn, the abyss stand pleased to see. ”
   
    

He who was destined to disloyalty, one who's been the most affected out of all of them. Situation arose in the initial setting of knowing of the other world, one where magic had lacked. The boy longed for something no one understood, no one except someone who bore the pressure of overwhelm. His pride, his dignity, and his honour, all of them were key factors that controlled his mind.

And once he had set to the assumption of conquering the other world, the pale cold had took advantage of his vulnerability. The seduction of the winds invaded his mind like strings on a puppet, controlling him towards where the gates stood closed. As his hands pulled it ajar, the darkness went released and Eliouds rained down until shadows increased to the world. It was fortunate he was stopped the moment he almost unlocked the doors, blowing away the green haze that constrained his empathy.

The Abyss had almost won that day, only one more move until it was fully set free. If the empress had been a second slower, the Land of Cascus would never have lasted up to this moment. But it had already taken its effects, giving the world a rapid plague of darkness that proceeds to become inferior. And the male forever holds a curse inside him, providing his mind to drift further each day as the negativity fosters.

“She's doing her best, we all are. I don't wish to imagine the day that I would need to battle my own flesh and blood for the betterment of the world.” Susan stressed, plopping down on the stool beside her. “I can't. I just can't do that to him, Caspian.”

“We'll find a way.” Like the others, he too was unsure. No one was ever certain of how this would all go.

As the two worlds were separated by a wall, it was said to be something that holds the balance. One born with magic, the other with not. And should that border be ever opened, peace would topple and crack the fairness. Once the abyss gains full control, the world loses hope and gets swallowed until one by one, everyone disperses into mere clouds and never breathe another life again.

From a distance where both of them were, laid the vast oceans of Cascus. It was a serene view, to those who find the waves soothing to their ease. Yet in the middle of the tide, there were four figures seemingly zooming past the heavy pressure. One was barely conscious with different wounds located on her body, the Aqua Three doing their best to carry her upright as they swam speedily to the dock of the port.

“Ayanaelle, you must go first and call for immediate help!” Being the youngest of the three, the girl couldn't argue as she complied. Sinking below the waters, she willed the stream to propel her at a faster pace, then once she made it ashore, her call was heard by those who were near.

“Keep your eyes open, Maya!” The eldest of the three warned the person they were saving, their braided hair freeing them from any nuisances.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I don't take orders. I barely take suggestions.” Yet the female with dirty-blonde hair rolled her eyes, annoyance evidently laced on her tone.

“Well now you must, you are in a critical posi—” Persephone had been cut short by the same person, a loud groan unsuppressed.

“That was sarcasm! I'm not really ready to die yet!” Maya, a known pirate of the lands, blew up. Even so, the two naiads didn't take this to the heart, knowing it was one way the girl used to calm her nerves. What she had gone through was worth her attitude, as supposed to someone who just had her crew be faced by creatures from the deep end with only her as the remaining survivor.

Once they finally reached the solid ground, they placed Maya to the wooden planks where she was surrounded immediately by multiple people. The naiads, whomst were initially transparent, became opaque until they appeared with solid forms. Even when she was most juvenile, Ayanaelle appeared to be taller than her group. She had a short, black, and curly hair that stopped by her nape, blue strands highlighting the hue. Her skin was a dazzling dark shade that complimented her electric blue eyes. What made her stand out more was the scar she had on her lips, a remembrance to her braveness.

“Ow! Wow, don't be careful, it's not like I'm in any pain right now!” Maya complained as she was settled flatly. The pain she felt was worse without the adrenaline of motion, the fact that saltwater seeped into the wounds adding to the sharpness.

“Nobody panic! Nobody panic!” Someone from afar had shouted, repeating those words like a mantra as it became louder when she leapt to them. “Nobody panic! Rio's in charge.”

“I think that's exactly why we should be panicking.” Robin the red squirrel, who was placed on her shoulders, added.

Rio faced them in offense, then kneeling down to settle the jars she was carrying. Their small group of six was producing more sounds than anyone could offer, a mess of playful chaos rumbling from them.

“Just swallow this and you'll be back to a hundred percent.” After opening the lid of one, she extracted a red flower, vital smokes being released to the air.

“Wait!” Ayanaelle stopped her before the poor pirate could even chew, not that informed of what this was. “I think it's an atrocious idea. Mix up with the fact that it looks utterly dangerous and absolutely terrifying!” She pointed exasperatedly at the burning fumes of the plant, bringing it to eye-level. The naiad then faced the human. “Not to discourage you.”

“Not to disc— You exactly did just that!—”

“Can the two of you settle down?” The most mature of the Aqua Three calmly reprimanded, not understanding this much noise for a simple act. Celeste, much like Persephone, had a pale skin. Only theirs had a teal hue to it, their skin had natural vine-like tattoos that went with their finned claws. The three of them had blue robes with bunched up hems whenever they took their human versions, forms still screaming of elegance.

Having enough of the vexations, Maya took it upon herself to snatch the fire-flower and gulp it down. The magical properties of it reacted quickly, all the injuries she had, dispersing and clearing until her clear skin healed with not a single scar to be seen. She then sat up and glared at the two who were still exchanging retorts, a frown on her lips. Before she could yell at them, her hazel brown eyes settled itself on the small creature. “Is that—”

“Yes lucky, I'm a squirrel called Robin, get a grip.” Just like they caught the bizarre gaze, they called it out first.

Right as they could babble more, series of shrieks had reverberated from the direction of the village. It had mixed with the deafening screams of alarmed people, all because they were being chased by monstrous beasts. Their shock resulted in them to become unprepared, what they had thought was creatures that appeared only in the dark were showing up in the middle of day. They couldn't even use torches from the sides of the structures as it produced little to none effects to them.

An eerie weight to the atmosphere additionally dampened and moistened the air, a sudden hint of fear striving up their hearts. Their efforts were fruitless even as their flaming weapons barely made a scratch, receiving painful lunges from the Eliouds in return.

Running with no location in mind, the teen centaur bumped into an unfortunate dead-end, leaning at the wall in horror as he glanced at the preying monster. He desperately sunk to the bricked corner as it stalked closer, brimming with frightened tears.

The Abyssal Shadow's limbs twisted in a terrifying crack, its large, spiky skin rumbling with insect-like sounds. It was slender, with hairs that looked sharp like its own bloody claws, the tail almost naked and burned. Horrid was its smell that it gave, its breath more unpleasant than its putrid scent. With the decaying aura it was displaying, there was instinctive phobia to rise to the victims.

Yet right as it could swipe its razor talons, the boy's eyebrows furrowed when the Elioud screeched loudly as it dropped down to it knees. The moment he glanced behind it was when relief and awe filled his core, a hopeful smile on his face.

With two buster swords dragged behind her, both of which were engraved with accents of teal, midnight blue, and gold. The hilt was thin, with its grip comfortable to hold. Its quillon arrowed upwards to balance the heavy weight of its gleaming tip. With the fuller being divided into two yet looked connected, the illusion provided more to its advantage.

The woman was tall and slim, with skin like perfect porcelain, and almond-shaped white eyes. Her shoulder-length hair had the same albino shade as her peepers. A small smirk curved up her full lips as she lifted her weapons, bringing the blades with full force as it beheaded the Elioud. Then the Empath of Pain nodded at the centaur to take his escape, slightly scowling at the dissolving dead creature.

Swiveling on her heel, she played with her swords by rotating them in a circular motion. She observed as soldiers were now parading the place, with magic-laced weapons on their hands. It was effective to take down the enemies, but not enough as they multiplied even more. The empath glanced to the right then leapt to action, her body angled to run sideways by the wall then spun in the air as she sliced her dual buster blades to three Eliouds.

“Sera, you're here!” Jaxon's giddy voice rose from her surroundings, seeing the darling extract his two glowing daggers from a beast.

He saw the psychotic look on her invisible pupils, not minding as she brutally chucked her blades to the opponents. Seraphine cracked her neck as she landed beside the boy. “The suffering is feeding my soul.”

Being the Empath of Pain, she had a quirky detail to her abilities. The shadows never bothered her or has even made contact with her. Because for them, she radiated the aroma of their kind; which was torture. And when she would be within their company, her senses permeated from the throbs, hydrating her boost of energy.

“What absolute delight does thou present me with,” Seraphine cracked a mad simper, her eyes flashing with a royal blue. “I'm only alive to bring forth pain.”

Both Grief and Pain partnered together to become a tornado of combat, the warriors eliminating like insects dropping down from being sprayed. The power they brought had caused people, even with alarm, to stare at the scene with amazement. Like bolts of lightning sparking from their clashing.

Just a few miles away from them, a lady stood with a tired deadpan. In her fingers showed a single stick, its head dragged against a striker of a box where it lit up. She calmly dropped it to the gravelly floor where her eyes brightened, the flames on the ground intensifying until it flickered from red to blue. Then the fire got bigger as a shape emerged from it, the ignition cooling down as it revealed a spiritual fox.

“Perhaps you'd like to play, Louis?” Her hands relaxed to her back, staring straight at the chaos. “Seems the people requires assistance.”

“With pleasure!” The pellucid fox flashed to its natural purple hue, wagging its tail adorably. “Humans love me, so do I!”

It sprung forth the ongoing battlefield, exploding in blazes of magnificent lavender. The inferno never harmed an innocent citizen, only the beasts whomst screeched as they dissipated in ashes. Passing through soldiers of armour, it aided them by the sides.

“Charge!” A husky voice instructed the armies, leading them all to action. Unlike his comrades, he wore little armour to his person. This was due to how he needed few protection other than his abilities, the exterior of his body expected to range with an unseen shield.

The Knight, who was the eldest of the four, sported a simple leather tunic. He bulleted to an Elioud then brought his right arm back, an unmistakable orange radiance encompassed his fists like circular scriptures. And as he welted his closed hands to the creature, the jab was too strong that it created a large hole on its torso, the beast instantly wilting to dull dust.

A second after, he felt a blow to his behind, the tendril of another one barrelling to his back. Similar to his hands, an earthy light emerged and acted as an indestructible shield for him. For the next strike, he held the wrist of the Elioud where a snap could be heard, pulling the broken arm then stabbing its skull using his glowing knuckles. The head shattered like delicate glass, to which it disappeared in tiny pieces.

“Mum! Mum!” A little child tumbled to the asphalt and was sent rolling, he unfortunately delivered himself to the feet of the beast. He cried silently as it croaked with mock, leaning down to ravish him.

Yet as it lowered more to the poor faun, an incandescent rope latched itself to its neck and pulled, the force had allowed its head to pop off. Flashes of a figure blinked plenty times in a single minute, swings of a smoldering blade being seen before it disappeared quickly but left sliced Eliouds to fall unresponsive.

It last transported itself to where laid the weeping child, the form bringing him to her loving hold. Her abilities concocted a soothing string of comfort, planting seeds of relaxation to his nerves.

“And that's where they start speaking of how ‘you are allowed to hurt other creatures but never must you endanger the life of a faun’.” The Knight mused once he finished the last one that surrounded their clearing, grinning bemusedly at the glaring lady.

“You speak of lies.” Ophelia rolled her eyes, readjusting her hold on the now sleepy child. “I've yet to hear such scandalous statement.”

“Everyone sees how you are much fonder with them, you cannot disagree with that.” Peter smirked contentedly as he stretched his limbs, glancing at the healers whom were fluttering about and handling the wounded people. The vicinity was thankfully cleared of anymore beasts, leaving only people to be cared for.

“Well, I find fauns quite adorable.” She just shrugged innocently then smiled at the soft snores the fatigued kid were releasing, being followed by The Knight as she headed to where the mother was worriedly searching for him. “Their benevolence just adds to that certain charm they naturally possess.”

They still had to settle a lot after the recent happenings, so much already happening despite only half of the day passed. As an addition, the air evidently hung an intolerable tinge to it, too bothering to let you mitigate. The abyss was growing, and it was fast. All of the people were wishing the peace would last longer than they anticipated, enough to at least let them prepare. But everyone knew that there was an undetermined promise to that faithful hope.