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"Where... where am I?"
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Eyes snap open, slowly, blurrily awakening to the sight of a wooden ceiling and an almost lazyily rotating fan overhead. He blinks once, then twice. Then much more rapidly. A hand instinctively rises, lifting to his head, a sense of pounding ringing inside. He winces. His whole body hurts; is covered in bandages. A dry mouth struggles to repeat the same question again, but repeat it he does. He needs to know where he is. What had happened to him.
Because this isn't what should have happened. Awakening in this bed. Being alive.
He should have been dead.
"Where am I...?"
"Oh! You're awake! Hi!" The cheerful voice called out from his side. Straining with no small amount of effort and pain he turned to see a youthful woman with flaming red hair hop out from the bubbling pots she had been tending to in the small cottage's kitchen and rush directly to his side, with far more energy and enthusiasm then he had ever seen in a person before and thought possible. "It's been a couple of days since I found you so I wasn't sure you were ever going to wake up... but the doctor said you would, and you have! So I'm glad! As for where we are... we're in a cottage on the outskirts of Rafel that the doctor let me borrow! Honestly I got so scared when I saw you... really, really scared but... you're going to be okay! Just... hey!" The cheerful girl suddenly frowned intensely, placing her hands upon his shoulders and pushing him back down hard into the bed when he tried to get out. "Don't move so much otherwise you're going to hurt yourself again, okay?! Stay still and rest!"
What was... just who was this woman?
"Geez... you need to take some time and let your body mend, alright?" The red haired woman continued with a deep poutful sigh and her arms folded over her chest. Shaking her head from side to side, her ponytail swishing back and forth. "Now just rest and let me take care of you, okay? Dinner's almost ready." She then turned around and hopped back towards the kitchen and the meal she was preparing.
"Who..." He struggled to speak meekly. "Who are you?"
"Huh?" The girl suddenly stopped, straightening up from when she had been bending over and looking into the bubbling pot. "Ah! I completely forgot to introduce myself! I'm Estelle! Estelle Fenix, H Rank Guilder Extraordinaire! I'm going to be the best swordsman the world's ever seen!!" Turning around in a dramatic fashion, Estelle thrust a thumb out and pointed it directly at her chest, beaming proudly. And then... "Oh. That reminds me actually. I don't know who you are!"
The man stopped. Hesitated. "I..."
"Ah! Food's burning! Wait a second!" Before the man could answer Estelle span around once more, tending to the dinner she was cooking as best she could whilst also panicking. Ten minutes later, and after a fire had been put out...
"Well? How is it? Pretty good, right? Right?" Estelle sat on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to watching him try to eat her cooking. A pale face had gone even more white, yet Estelle didn't notice this. "Oh, by the way! Your glasses are right there on the drawer next to you! The ones you had looked pretty messed up, so I got you a new pair! I hope they're okay!"
Turning his head, he looked towards the bedside cabinet beside him and the rounded spectacles that rested atop. He said nothing, simply silently staring at them, and then back towards Estelle. Looking up absentmindedly at the ceiling, Estelle was whistling to herself as her legs rocked back and forth.
He swallowed his first mouthful. It was the worst food he had ever eaten. Horribly burnt and not at all reminiscent of whatever it was Estelle was supposed to have been cooking.
But it was still the best meal he had eaten in years.
"...Marcus." He finally said aloud. Broken out of her reverie, Estelle blinked and turned to look down at the injured man. "My name is Marcus. Marcus Wiseman."
Estelle grinned. "Pleased to meetcha, Marcus!!"
He stared at the rounded spectacles in his hands, the reflection of a tired man staring back from within the lenses. His eyes narrowed, the man in the glasses returning the mirrored look. The judging look.
"We're here."
His head lifted up, attention diverted from the spectacles and to the surroundings he found himself in. The darkened, metallic interior of an airship in midflight, of which he was sitting down and buckled onto a seat. His attention first rested upon the woman who sat silently on the seat's opposite him, a beautiful woman with long, flowing emerald locks falling and resting down to the middle of her back, a staff resting across her lap. She met his gaze but said nothing, instead looking down the ship's corridor that seperated their two facing seats and to the source of the voice located just before the door to the ship's bridge. A man with jet black hair and neutral expression awaited them, striding down the corridor from the ship's bridge and towards its rear. The man with the spectacles waited for the airship to slowly, gradually come to a controlled landing and final stop before unbuckling his belt and standing up in time to that of the emerald haired woman, turning and following after the black haired man.
With a loud metallic clunk and whirr, the rear of the airship opened, slowly lowering down to form a ramp to the ground. From it emerged the ship's first three passengers, followed by yet more whom had been riding elsewhere upon the craft. One, a bubblegum blowing, pink haired pigtailed young girl with a staff absentmindedly twirling about in her hands. Another a man in a horrifying white mask. And another who's entire body was obscured from sight by the hooded cloak that he wore. They stepped out from the airship and onto the heliport that awaited them, wasting little time as they crossed it towards the double doors of the large, metal facility before them. The man with the spectacles spared but a brief look towards the red glow of the sun reflected upon the seas surrounding the island, and the sound of the waves crashing against the cliffs below, before resuming his stride beside his partners.
It had been a long time since he was last here. But now he was back.
He was home.
Deep within the bowels of the great metal facility another series of doors finally opened, admitting the entourage into a large, darkened room that was home to a large, hollowed out, oval shaped table with thirteen seats arranged around it. Inside the room waited four more individuals, turning to silently look towards their six companions. One was a woman with long red hair, seated down on one of the thirteen seats with a young firon pup in her lap whom she frequently petted. Across from her on the opposite side of the table was a bald headed man who relaxed with his feet atop the table and an expression that demonstrated not a single care in the world, busily munching on a banana of all things. Seated somewhere inbetween these two individuals, facing across from the door that admitted the group's entry was an aged woman with white hair and red glasses. Standing up, just behind her with large arms crossed over a mighty, broad chest was yet another man whose visage was masked by the large hood of the cloak he wore. Giant feathered wings extended outwards from his back.
"We're back," Spoke the raven haired man as he crossed inbetween the gap that ran inbetween the two sides of the oval shaped table and to a pedestal that rose up from the floor within its centre. "And the mission was a success. We retrieved the White Magisphere... and a Black one too." From out of the man's pockets he pulled out the two glowing orbs, one a bright, pulsing white, the other a dark ebony.
"The white is exactly as I had foretold," The woman in the red glasses replied. "That makes four of the seven. But..." Her head quirked to the side, expression changing. Confused. "...a black as well? And this... this is...?"
"Indeed." The raven haired man continued. "My son has returned to us."
The silver haired man with the spectacles said nothing. He simply looked out towards the other gathered within the room. Then the winged man spoke.
"It's good to see you again, Mathias. It's been a long time." Then, turning his attention to the group's leader; the raven haired man. "Is this all of us? I thought that-"
"Our other companion is busy escorting a couple of prisoners to the cells as we speak," Replied the raven haired man. "And as for the other two..."
"They should still be busy on a mission of their own. No?" Interjected the emerald tressed woman.
"Hmm. It's been a long time since we were all gathered together. It would have just been... interesting to see them again."
"They'll return here soon." Spoke up the woman with the red glasses. "And carrying another of the great seven with them."
Meanwhile, the raven haired man walked around the pedestal in the room's center, a giant, metal obelisk with hundreds of circular reliefs embedded within it. Seven slots rested in its middle, whilst several dozens more surrounded out from it in a circle, etched lines joining the circles together in a very particular way. The seven circles in the center were already home to three glowing white Magispheres, whilst dotted around the remaining slots were more then a dozen more black Magispheres. The raven haired man inserted the two he carried with him into their respective slots. There the entire metal relief pulsed and hummed, the numerous spheres glowing together, before the obelisk descended back down and into the ground.
They're locking up the sun, the light of reason gone
And hope has been successfully undone
The question's burning on, where is it coming from
No-one seems to know the monster born
It's a bad trip on a sinking ship, when no-one seems responsible
Scapegoat to rock the boat, yeah, we need someone expendable
Volunteers to face the fears, can we be sensible
And find a way to break the fall, find out the cure for all...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9vHb2WRlwIhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9vHb2WRlwI
???
Eyes snap open, slowly, blurrily awakening to the sight of a wooden ceiling and an almost lazyily rotating fan overhead. He blinks once, then twice. Then much more rapidly. A hand instinctively rises, lifting to his head, a sense of pounding ringing inside. He winces. His whole body hurts; is covered in bandages. A dry mouth struggles to repeat the same question again, but repeat it he does. He needs to know where he is. What had happened to him.
Because this isn't what should have happened. Awakening in this bed. Being alive.
He should have been dead.
"Where am I...?"
"Oh! You're awake! Hi!" The cheerful voice called out from his side. Straining with no small amount of effort and pain he turned to see a youthful woman with flaming red hair hop out from the bubbling pots she had been tending to in the small cottage's kitchen and rush directly to his side, with far more energy and enthusiasm then he had ever seen in a person before and thought possible. "It's been a couple of days since I found you so I wasn't sure you were ever going to wake up... but the doctor said you would, and you have! So I'm glad! As for where we are... we're in a cottage on the outskirts of Rafel that the doctor let me borrow! Honestly I got so scared when I saw you... really, really scared but... you're going to be okay! Just... hey!" The cheerful girl suddenly frowned intensely, placing her hands upon his shoulders and pushing him back down hard into the bed when he tried to get out. "Don't move so much otherwise you're going to hurt yourself again, okay?! Stay still and rest!"
What was... just who was this woman?
"Geez... you need to take some time and let your body mend, alright?" The red haired woman continued with a deep poutful sigh and her arms folded over her chest. Shaking her head from side to side, her ponytail swishing back and forth. "Now just rest and let me take care of you, okay? Dinner's almost ready." She then turned around and hopped back towards the kitchen and the meal she was preparing.
"Who..." He struggled to speak meekly. "Who are you?"
"Huh?" The girl suddenly stopped, straightening up from when she had been bending over and looking into the bubbling pot. "Ah! I completely forgot to introduce myself! I'm Estelle! Estelle Fenix, H Rank Guilder Extraordinaire! I'm going to be the best swordsman the world's ever seen!!" Turning around in a dramatic fashion, Estelle thrust a thumb out and pointed it directly at her chest, beaming proudly. And then... "Oh. That reminds me actually. I don't know who you are!"
The man stopped. Hesitated. "I..."
"Ah! Food's burning! Wait a second!" Before the man could answer Estelle span around once more, tending to the dinner she was cooking as best she could whilst also panicking. Ten minutes later, and after a fire had been put out...
"Well? How is it? Pretty good, right? Right?" Estelle sat on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to watching him try to eat her cooking. A pale face had gone even more white, yet Estelle didn't notice this. "Oh, by the way! Your glasses are right there on the drawer next to you! The ones you had looked pretty messed up, so I got you a new pair! I hope they're okay!"
Turning his head, he looked towards the bedside cabinet beside him and the rounded spectacles that rested atop. He said nothing, simply silently staring at them, and then back towards Estelle. Looking up absentmindedly at the ceiling, Estelle was whistling to herself as her legs rocked back and forth.
He swallowed his first mouthful. It was the worst food he had ever eaten. Horribly burnt and not at all reminiscent of whatever it was Estelle was supposed to have been cooking.
But it was still the best meal he had eaten in years.
"...Marcus." He finally said aloud. Broken out of her reverie, Estelle blinked and turned to look down at the injured man. "My name is Marcus. Marcus Wiseman."
Estelle grinned. "Pleased to meetcha, Marcus!!"
One Year Later
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???
He stared at the rounded spectacles in his hands, the reflection of a tired man staring back from within the lenses. His eyes narrowed, the man in the glasses returning the mirrored look. The judging look.
"We're here."
His head lifted up, attention diverted from the spectacles and to the surroundings he found himself in. The darkened, metallic interior of an airship in midflight, of which he was sitting down and buckled onto a seat. His attention first rested upon the woman who sat silently on the seat's opposite him, a beautiful woman with long, flowing emerald locks falling and resting down to the middle of her back, a staff resting across her lap. She met his gaze but said nothing, instead looking down the ship's corridor that seperated their two facing seats and to the source of the voice located just before the door to the ship's bridge. A man with jet black hair and neutral expression awaited them, striding down the corridor from the ship's bridge and towards its rear. The man with the spectacles waited for the airship to slowly, gradually come to a controlled landing and final stop before unbuckling his belt and standing up in time to that of the emerald haired woman, turning and following after the black haired man.
With a loud metallic clunk and whirr, the rear of the airship opened, slowly lowering down to form a ramp to the ground. From it emerged the ship's first three passengers, followed by yet more whom had been riding elsewhere upon the craft. One, a bubblegum blowing, pink haired pigtailed young girl with a staff absentmindedly twirling about in her hands. Another a man in a horrifying white mask. And another who's entire body was obscured from sight by the hooded cloak that he wore. They stepped out from the airship and onto the heliport that awaited them, wasting little time as they crossed it towards the double doors of the large, metal facility before them. The man with the spectacles spared but a brief look towards the red glow of the sun reflected upon the seas surrounding the island, and the sound of the waves crashing against the cliffs below, before resuming his stride beside his partners.
It had been a long time since he was last here. But now he was back.
He was home.
Deep within the bowels of the great metal facility another series of doors finally opened, admitting the entourage into a large, darkened room that was home to a large, hollowed out, oval shaped table with thirteen seats arranged around it. Inside the room waited four more individuals, turning to silently look towards their six companions. One was a woman with long red hair, seated down on one of the thirteen seats with a young firon pup in her lap whom she frequently petted. Across from her on the opposite side of the table was a bald headed man who relaxed with his feet atop the table and an expression that demonstrated not a single care in the world, busily munching on a banana of all things. Seated somewhere inbetween these two individuals, facing across from the door that admitted the group's entry was an aged woman with white hair and red glasses. Standing up, just behind her with large arms crossed over a mighty, broad chest was yet another man whose visage was masked by the large hood of the cloak he wore. Giant feathered wings extended outwards from his back.
"We're back," Spoke the raven haired man as he crossed inbetween the gap that ran inbetween the two sides of the oval shaped table and to a pedestal that rose up from the floor within its centre. "And the mission was a success. We retrieved the White Magisphere... and a Black one too." From out of the man's pockets he pulled out the two glowing orbs, one a bright, pulsing white, the other a dark ebony.
"The white is exactly as I had foretold," The woman in the red glasses replied. "That makes four of the seven. But..." Her head quirked to the side, expression changing. Confused. "...a black as well? And this... this is...?"
"Indeed." The raven haired man continued. "My son has returned to us."
The silver haired man with the spectacles said nothing. He simply looked out towards the other gathered within the room. Then the winged man spoke.
"It's good to see you again, Mathias. It's been a long time." Then, turning his attention to the group's leader; the raven haired man. "Is this all of us? I thought that-"
"Our other companion is busy escorting a couple of prisoners to the cells as we speak," Replied the raven haired man. "And as for the other two..."
"They should still be busy on a mission of their own. No?" Interjected the emerald tressed woman.
"Hmm. It's been a long time since we were all gathered together. It would have just been... interesting to see them again."
"They'll return here soon." Spoke up the woman with the red glasses. "And carrying another of the great seven with them."
Meanwhile, the raven haired man walked around the pedestal in the room's center, a giant, metal obelisk with hundreds of circular reliefs embedded within it. Seven slots rested in its middle, whilst several dozens more surrounded out from it in a circle, etched lines joining the circles together in a very particular way. The seven circles in the center were already home to three glowing white Magispheres, whilst dotted around the remaining slots were more then a dozen more black Magispheres. The raven haired man inserted the two he carried with him into their respective slots. There the entire metal relief pulsed and hummed, the numerous spheres glowing together, before the obelisk descended back down and into the ground.
"Together we, The Celestials, are now one step closer." The raven haired man spoke lowly to his companions within the room.
"One step closer to saving the world."
"One step closer to saving the world."
They're locking up the sun, the light of reason gone
And hope has been successfully undone
The question's burning on, where is it coming from
No-one seems to know the monster born
It's a bad trip on a sinking ship, when no-one seems responsible
Scapegoat to rock the boat, yeah, we need someone expendable
Volunteers to face the fears, can we be sensible
And find a way to break the fall, find out the cure for all...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9vHb2WRlwIhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9vHb2WRlwI
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