The wavy black hair waved along with the wind on the balcony. The blue-ish sky and the moonlight added to her somber beauty.
Her fair skin is shown and highlighted the effects of the lady's soft yet sad energy. If anybody would see this, they would think she was the goddess of the moon hoping for a freedom during daytime.
The scene of melancholy danced along the sight of the unknown. The maturity bestowed by the energy around her coupled with her face was what you can call non-existent beauty if exposed on the other space.
With the sadness expression filled the woman's eyes, it was a moment of sorrow that is a contemporary attempt at deceiving herself for the hapless fortune she met.
A knock on the door rang throughout the room and it added an eerie noise. Without looking closely at the walls of the room, it may seem like a normal gloomy room.
However, after examining it, the room is decorated with human-sized doll souls. Each dolls' colour represents an action. For example, all blonde hair would clean and do chores. Red hairs are for security around the huge room.
While the colors black and white was constantly tormenting each other. This may seem like a waste of energy, but the girl was an expert at healing. She gathers all the essence of the moonlight and converts it into her own power.
She wouldn't ran out of power during the day because in a vortex, no matter the substance, objects or energy, it can be stored inside without worrying of the capacity.
After a doll soul stops moving, she would exert more of her energy. It would be like a machine factory for doll, however the dolls present are souls of girls that aren't able to get away during their time of death.
She placed each doll souls on a human-sized capsule of energy.
How would a soul die if it's already dead? No answers can be found if searched thoroughly in VirTi. However, the answer lies on the mindset of the girl controlling the dolls with the soul.
Soon after a few knocks, a creak was heard and the maiden on the balcony turned around.
The dampened look on the maiden's face was extinguished when she saw the man who entered. The red eyes of the man in the cloak shimmered by the appearance of a beauty.
Filled with wretched thoughts, Yathuar grinned inwardly and bowed. "My lady--" he was cut mid-sentence when a butter knife was pointed at Yathuar's throat.
"I-I'm not your l-l-lady!" the lady exclaimed. She held the butter knife in her two hands. Yathuar suppressed his laughter and urge to crush her face full of innocence.
Yathuar coughed and disregarded his thoughts before bowing again, "My apologies. I will be delivering a message from my master." The lady let her guard down after she heard her brother's name.
"Oh! Is that so..?" She lowered the knife and gazed at the man. "Do tell" she smiled innocently and sat down on a chair near the open windows.
Yathuar was captivated by her actions and replied in a late beat.
The lady didn't miss this mistake and in her mind, she ridiculed Yathuar's behavior. 'Sickening actions of men are too obvious..'
The startled man regained his composure. 'We've been meeting with each other twice every 20 years but I still couldn't get enough of her beauty.' An idling thought passed by.
"Y-yes." He cleared his throat, "According to my master, a wandering soul was lost and he wants you to guide it back." He closed his eyes, scared of the expression she makes. Too much grandeur of an appearance would cause him to lose his pride as his Master's servant.
'Hmm~ I love that reaction.. Men who look at me deserve to be tormented too.' the lady thought and inwardly giggled at her remark. ' Pigs are easier to control than my dolls..' she added.
Her eyes brightened and proceeded to stand and backed away making Yathuar look at her. "It's not some disgusting soul, right?" The suspicious question was shot with a hint of disappointment in her tone.
The smitten Yathuar's mouth almost opened. The cautious actions and vigilance stood out above her features.
Yathuar smiled at her query, "No. Not at all. I will accompany you—" when the lady pointed the knife again at him, he stopped.
' Such an obvious reason. Not surprised if sooner or later, I'll be gagging around the town space...'
"N-no.." a soft voice came out with a determined look at her face. "But, Lady.." Yathuar argued. " You know the way?" He asked with a smirk that can be felt if someone was near him.
"Don't get too close on me, okay? I'll stay farrr back while you guide me" she finally put the knife down at the table. The crumpled dress which she didn't groom, glimmered with silver dust was instantly neat at a flick of her finger.
"I will be going after I meet with brother. I'll let you know." She continued.
"Yes,.." Yathuar bowed and got out of the room.
******
In a desolate corner of the halls, a door engraved with old golden symbols are lightly dimmed by the moonlight. Inside, the pressure that was severely kept, is now pouring out even meters outside the room.
A man who looks like he's in his 20s was lying down.
In his dreamspace, an old man with a crown, which looks like the king, pointed the door and said something at the middle-aged man who was carrying him. The king in his dreamspace looked at him with sadness and longing before muttering silent words.. "——vive..#+.. don't—#).$!#).witho-#*).."
The body that was carrying him moved towards the door while his round silver eyes still filled with innocence continued to stare the old man who was waving at them and mouthed the remaining words, "I—∆@!)&..."
Outside dreamspace, the energy vibrated and it shook the hanging lights on the ceiling. Stronger winds roamed around the huge room and the items rolled on the ground.
His emotions even inside a space caused disturbance to the environment and laws of the world.
The man lying down awoke with a sharp eye and bolted up. He panted heavily while touching his left face. He thought and thought about the words but he couldn't make it out.
Dreading to remember the words, his naked body was full of sweat despite the winds.
He turned to look at his right side and noticed that a presence was sitting near the bed. He aimed his palm at the presence and a gust of wind along with a bunch of items was pinned at the wall.
"K-keeookk!! B-brother!!" The moment he confirmed the person, he released the tension built up in his body and took back the energy.
"Thraia.. why are you here?" The deep voice echoed in the now quiet room. " A nightmare again..?" The furrowed brows of the lady called Thraia was adding a sophisticated complicancy on her charm.
The brother looked back on the bed and nodded a bit. Every night for the past few years, the same nightmare had happened. It was like a premonition from his Grandfather. He was eager to know what he said causing him to bite his lips. The show of weakness can be only be revealed in front of his sister.
The unbreakable bond between the two are possible because of the oath that happened by choice. They stumbled across each other when they were still at the age of 20. Too young to be called adults.
In the eyes of every old people, they were still a walking baby. They both suffered tragic beginnings, the same circumstances occurred, and now a promise. An oath to fulfill until the other party died.
An oath to protect her from disgusting creatures, and an oath to regain his health until satisfied. They both complimented each other and from that day on, the blood-related relationship of oath began.
An oath can happen and it doesn't dele with just a small resistance. Both side should be willing to perform an oath.
Thraia placed her slender fingers on his brother's back and placed a hint of her ability. The muscles in the man's body relaxed and he was feeling a lot calmer and rationale.
"Thank you, Thraia." He thanked her before the telling her about the wandering soul.
"Yes. I heard from that oaf. " No matter how much Thraia hates men, she cannot loathe her protector, the benefactor of her 'no harm done' life.
Through the years of being with her brother, she has come to fully realize that giving her trust to this person was the correct choice to continue her path to divinity.
After discussing a few more matters, they decided to eat dinner. The thing that was bothering him was still lingering at the corner of his mind.
After an hour of dinner, they went into their respective rooms. Thraia went on to quickly finish her plans before going out.
The man in blue hair went into his throne room and opened his VirTi. The blue screen radiated in his face as he scrolled further down in the sea of information.
He stopped at a published board. The curiosity entered his mind,
[ ANNOUNCEMENT! ANNOUNCEMENT!
ON THE LOOSE YATHUAR DEMSLIKOV.
OFFERED TO PAY DEAD OR ALIVE FOR 1,500,000 KORKS.
OFFENSE: STEALING, TRESPASSING, TROLLING.]
Under it, people said things for their satisfaction.
" Woah! How'd he get away?!"
" No way! Perfect stealth! Hahaha!"
"Let me be your disciple! Such coolness "
" He looks familiar! Anyone saw this man??"
" This kind of people should drop dead (thumbs down) "
" The person above lives a boring life. You suck"
" The person above lacks braincells. You deserve to be rautier-ed!"
The man grinned along with the air and the plan he was about to dismiss was once again went in action.
He called to both of his ally and hurried the process of capturing the cat and returned to his room.
Two to three hours later, he felt a wave in his domain.
"My liege. I have returned" Yathuar's voice can be heard through a space medium in a wall.
After preparations for appearance, he appeared in front of Yathuar. This time, Yathuar's clothes was now formal and more conservative. A suit that was covered with trenchcoat.
" You have exposed yourself. " Yathuar flinched at the sudden remark and closed his eyes. It doesn't need a lot of thinking in the meaning of those words.
" Yes, master. I got a book for learning the way of the nation. Everything I reported was in the book as a reference."
" What do you plan for your chase?" he asked indifferent of the previous convey.
"Ch-chase? Master, I—" before Yathuar could finish, he was glued to the ground and wide-eyed looked at the man sitting.
This was because the aura he released was making him stop moving.
" Excuses can't be tolerated. " He added.
" Y-yes, my liege. I apologise. "
"Carry on." He waved his hand, ignoring his statement.
He gulped and Yathuar told his honest thoughts, " I don't have much plan in mind about it, my liege. "
" Great. You shall register yourself as a rautier. "
" R-rautier!? I won't become like those rats!" Once again, the air became stiff and a head rolled along the ground.
The eye in the head was still open, not knowing the events happened. The blood oozing out of the floor rolled through the white carpet of the room.
This happened several times for over a hundred years now. This explains the great reverence of Yathuar on his master.
The man in throne sighed and held his temples. "This trash even shouted in my face.. After the short walk outside and he became this.." he shook his head and called for Thraia.
" Pigs complain and so does humans, huh..? I should let him lick the floor clean.." He stated when a door opened. There revealed the moonlight beauty walking in a graceful manner before taking a glance at the scene.
"Eek!" She gave a slight whimper before looking at his brother, "Y-You called?" Thraia, who was looking a lot happier before, now stuttered.
"Yes.. revive him and his memories. We have a lot to do starting now." He commanded.
Thraia sighed and danced her index finger. All essence of the moon was also dancing along with her every action, " Why should he live. He should just die.." complains can be heard but there was nothing she could do.
There was her protector from men, if he does things, it was probably for some important reason.
A few minutes, Yathuar, who was headless moments ago, now breathed of life.
"P-please forgive my r-rudeness, my king!!" He prostrated, begged, and kneeled a dozen times over.
That moment, an enlightenment was shown in his mind's eye. The new purpose of everything.
" Prepare.." the man's eyes in throne glimmered. His face covered by shadows. Yathuar's cry of forgiveness stopped, to listen. " Prepare for we shall reclaim the throne."
The troubled and tangled memories locked in a small corner of his mind, finally got answers.
Thus,.. a fresh course of action for the dignified monarch was made available.
This was the entrance of Myth outside the space domain.