Walking towards the obedient servant with his hands held behind his back.
"It did and more."
Standing passed, Trace didn't dare to look back at the king pausing only a few feet behind him.
"So we can continue on with the mission I assume?"
The king nods.
"Indeed. It was obvious that General Taiga would butcher the knight to oversee his so-called experiment without interruptions. If not, I would have sent you to kill Accolon anyway"
"What about King Branston?"
Trace asked.
"Surprisingly, I didn't take account of him falling so easily to a hex spell. But then again, I didn't foresee Amelia's knight Aoin interfering before I had a chance to deflect both of their attacks."
Mentioning the name Aoin placed a grim pulsation that caught Trace off guard.
"Aoin was there?"
"He was."
The king replied.
"I was planning on killing them both in an instance, but Amelia saved him for now."
The king, tired of speaking, began to leave the helm to Trace while saying.
"I'm sending Cole to follow through with the second part of the phase."
Before he could get too far, Trace mentioned.
"Sir… Lady Minerva requested your presence in your chambers."
Simply the name caught the Shadow king by surprise. Halting in his stance before he could take another step.
"Minerva??"
Awaiting in his chambers upon his bed was a woman of great beauty lying in the nude underneath a thin sheet. Her bronze skin glistened in the light of the rising moon through the window, and her red hair with black streaks lying over her shoulder against the large lavender pillows flushed. The king entered his chamber abruptly to see her waiting for his presence patiently.
"My king."
Mesmerized by the stunning image of the woman, the king couldn't help but lose his breath just by merely glancing at her.
"Minerva "
She rose, unveiling her uncovered body to the king. Her eyes spoke of lust that could bring a king to his knees at the simple sight of her unveiling body that captured the beauty of the goddess.
"I've been waiting for your return."
Locking the door behind him, the mind of the king only saw the willing and want of taking Minerva for himself. For no other, the king slowly removed his helmet that protected his true identity from the world. But only to her she knew who he was. From the helmet, a wave of long hair fell to nearly the floor. And from the shadows that obscured his presence, the shadow king's eyes were the only thing that Minerva could see for the time. He stepped into the light of the moon, but only to reveal his lips that he bit in anticipation of a lusting heart.
"I'm sorry if I kept you waiting long."
A sinister smile crept upon Minerva's face as she ran the tip of her tongue across her lips.
"Hmmmm…. Far too long."
Months have passed since the tragedy that struck the kingdom of the Royal, but to some the feeling of years had coursed through their minds of losing their king. Allanah profusely stood to see that all in the kingdom were holding strong and striving to live through the invasion of the newly Shadow military arising in the capital. For what was brought was not that of the peace which the Shadow King promised, but the mirage of martial law over taking the freedom of the people. Shadow soldiers patrolled the streets along with the Royal guard daily. Unfortunately, it seemed as though an outburst of violence occurred whenever our soldiers defended the citizens from the Shadow soldiers' brutality. As much as Allanah tried, she remained tied down with litigation and new laws to be passed for the firmness of the treaty. Stacks and stacks of papers filled her father's study while she diligently sorted through each and every one. Kayla sorting through a separate pile remaining by her dear best friend's side through all of this. Knowing that this new chapter in her life wasn't what she had planned for just yet. Allanah slumped in her father's chair resembled a pale shade of stress on her cheeks. Distort by all that must be done. Since her father's imprisonment, she had yet to meet with the people to hear their take upon the new path the kingdom has taken. Even so, Allanah hasn't even attended any meetings called forth by the shadow delegate Cole. From what was rumored, Cole was standing in her father's place while she played the puppet to the authority of the new government officials.
"Ughhhhhh…. When can we get out of her?!! I'm tired of looking through mountains of paperwork every minute."
Kayla sitting calmly by the window with a handful of papers nodded to Allanah tiredness & frustration of being isolated from the world.
"It is bothersome to steadily overview all aspects of the Neutral treaty. From exports to immigration laws, it seems to be an abundance for only two people to attend."
Reading the documents before her, Kayla glanced over at Allanah tilted back in the large ruby leather chair with her arm covering her eyes. The shades upon her cheeks had faded to a light cherry blush, feverish you can say. Breathing slowly, Kayla knew that over the past few months this has been a lot for her to take on instantly. Her heart went out to her for trying so hard to continue her father's legacy, even though it may be too much for her right now emotionally and physically.
"Allanah, you need to go rest for a bit. Take a couple of days to yourself and recover from all of this."
Not even a twitch, Allanah held her head back seeping into the darkness of her own doing and implied.
"I cannot. It will only get worse if we don't stay on top of this."
Rising from her chair, Allanah stood to awaken from the tempted slumber that weighted her eyes.
"Besides, I have to go see my father again."
Another concerning fact that made Kayla worry about Allanah's wellbeing was her father still idling in the dungeon below the castle. Yet until this day, he has yet to say a word to anyone, not even his own flesh and blood.
"Doesn't it seem futile to keep visiting him? He hasn't said a word since that day."
Allanah could only think about the possibility of her father finally breaking that spell if he continues to hear her voice. To focus on returning back to his daughter and the dream he loved so much. She couldn't think of the negative, and refused to acknowledge it for one moment. Leaving the room, Allanah left in silence until she was almost completely out the door.
"I will be back later."
Thinking she had said something upsetting, Kayla mumbled at her words, baffled that Allanah may have taken her realization to heart.
"O-okay??"
From the office to the table of knights, a battle was being fought to preserve the sanity of the Royal kingdom and its society of noble honor against the new regime brewing within the walls of the castle. Ector made a claim among the elders, knights, and the new found figure head of the kingdom Cole. Profaned from the disorder caused by the presence of the Shadow military, Ector argued with the others that the kingdom was losing its principle and independence to the new Shadow kingdom.
"Every day, our soldiers are fighting in the streets because of the Shadow Guard abusing their power to police. Their actions have brought nothing but segregation among us instead of uniting the kingdoms together under the Neutral act. Even the Striking kingdom has withdrawn their research teams and ambassadors from the country until the new system is stable for their return."
Ector protruded his voice across the long mahogany oval table towards Cole who rested at the head of the helm staring at Ector with a monotonous glance that showed no interest in him. His velvet hue eyes showed vague as though nearly slumbering in his stead. Resting his head upon his hand in his slumped position, Cole looked hesitant to reply to Ector's abrasive speech about the chaos of the city. Sigh, he did.
"The people are still trying to get adjusted to the new formation of the Neutral Act, with foreign entities combining forces for more resourceful alternatives until King Branston or Lady Allanah is ready for full authority. Give it time Lord Ector."
Infuriated by Cole's little concern of the uprising happening right before his eyes, he retorts viciously.
"If we continue this way, the people will begin to rebel and start taking matters in their own hands. We can't have knights out there presenting a corrupted narrative that wasn't promised by this order."
Omitted from the matter, Cole slightly bunged from his seat, implying.
"If the people uprising then it would be an act against Lady Allanah in the new order. And if that would happen, my soldiers are hereby authorized to use any type of force necessary to keep order. It is my duty given by my king to protect lady Allanah & the treaty of king Branston at all costs."
Ector scowls towards Cole's false intention of protecting anything of the sort.
"Protect Lady Allanah? You're turning the people against her. Especially with her absence!! They have only seen your shadow and discord of humbleness toward the people. Funds have been transferred to unknown accounts, and businesses around the capital are shutting down because of the lack of stability in the economy. You are bleeding us dry."
Cole replies.
"Funding for the treaty is being allocated to different projects in both the Striking & Shadow kingdom. And yet we haven't recovered from the explosion that happened several months ago with the research corp. Tithes had to be paid by those lost in the attack."
Ector counters.
"Maybe other nations, but no one that perished here has seen any kind of compensation for the loss of their loved one."
"We are getting to them also. It takes extensive time to recover from a tragedy like this and also keep the function of the treaty in play."
Mindful of the transpiring, Cole was seemingly right about everything. Ector hated to admit it in front of the others who were only cowards behind their silent tongue seated at the table.
"Tch…"
Ector grunted.
"If it will please your Lord Ector, I will make a public announcement of all the transactions going on currently to the people. And if any, will punish those of my kin that use unnecessary force in unreasonable situations."
Better than nothing Ector thought. The people were frustrated with being in the dark of the process and the continuous abuse of foreign powers. Yet the words of the room escaped to the ears of Allanah that stood down the hall out of sight of the guards tending the door. Nearly tears ran down her eyes, thinking that she was doing her deed to help her father's legacy, only to hear that she has not been following through with her obligation to the people. Branston was loved because he connected with the citizens of Tannis and many times visited the countryside to speak with others of lesser fortune. IN the months Allanah has been in power, she thought that she had yet to speak or acknowledge what was happening to her people. Allanah couldn't hear anymore. Storming off, she knew she had to see for herself what was happening in her city. During the late hour, Allanah appeared within the streets of her city, obscured with a swaying ruby cloak over her shoulders and a hood over her head. Marching through the streets, it was nothing like her fare home from before. People standing in the streets by fires to keep warm, families huddled outdoors while shadow soldiers pillaged their home, debris flying in the paved road, and boarded up shops where many used to enjoy delectable treats for savoring. The festive city that Allanah knew and loved was dying right before her eyes. Every block she made only tore her heart more into shreds; seeing the harm that this engagement had done. Or more of her absence from the public. Frantic of witnessing all of this, Allanah's heart begins to race; panicking as she blames herself from the degradation of her home and the harm it has done to the people who believed in the treaty.
"I can't believe this… How did I let this happen?"
She needed a place to go. Scurrying through the streets, those that roamed the night watched as Allanah hysterically dashed away as though being chased.
"What the?"
It was grave enough for her actions to draw the attention of several suspicious characters that huddled by the fire pit next to the street corner. Vulnerable she seemed, the thought of unruly desires crept in the mind of the wandering strangers staring at her continuing down the road. Quickly Allanah turned the corner down an alleyway next to an old grey stone building to catch her breath for her anxiety. Panting, she tried profusely to take her breath but more it seemed difficult to do so after seeing what she saw. Without noticing, in the corner of her eye, she saw a young girl, no more than a toddler tending to her mother lying against the wall bundled in ragged clothing. Her cheeks were red, looking to be warm to the touch, but that night was cool. The young girl tried to engage her mother to drink from the little cup of water she had, undoubtingly she was unable to lift herself to even do that. Watching with a weeping heart, Allanah's attention is drawn to a large slender man leaning over her wielding a carnivorous smile on his face. Leaning over, he placed his hand close to Allanah's shoulder; bending forward to get a closer look at her.
"Well Well Well… What is a cute little thing like you doing out here in these streets? You know it is quite dangerous with the Shadow Guard around.
Panicking of the frightened stranger, Allanah couldn't clearly think of what to do against this shady character hovering over her like a vulture.
"Say, why don't you come with us and have some fun? My friends are very nice. I'm also a very pleasant person to get to know."
Grasping her arm with his large broad hands that nearly wrapped around her biceps, Allanah instantly became hysterical of what dark intention this man had in mind. From his forearm, Allanah could see a detailed tattoo on the erie drifter; a black fox with a single tail behind it. She recognized that only soldiers in the Shadow Brigade were marked with ranked tattoos; utterly foxes with specific tail counts to mark their rank in the military. Glancing behind him at the goonies menacingly chuckling behind, Allanah feared what they might force upon her in the dark back alley. But for some reason, Allanah thought of the young girl and her mother sitting not too far from them; the young girl watching with terror in her eyes of the men's presence also. For a moment, she forgot about them approaching her and thought of what if they turned their sights on the young child and her mother resting helplessly in the cold alley. This presence came over Allanah as an inner power awakened. A feeling to protect at all cost of precious innocence that was threatened by the dark deeds of human nature. With her eyes shading the various glimmers of amber and lavender, Allanah gracefully looked into the eyes of the stranger without the sheer fright that she once had.
Within mere hours, the terrifying encounter had soon become an unpleasant but distant experience that Allanah would never forget. Even though her life was the sole target of the foreign soldiers' dark desire, all she could think about was the horrid sight of the young girl shrieking in fear of them. Never has she ever felt so helpless to do anything to protect an innocent life. All Allanah could do was curl up in a ball on her bedside and relive the event over and over until she drifted into a deep slumber. Her eyes said more though; wondering deep into a realm of emptiness that favored her deep darkest dream from before. Outside stood a lone knight that was unfamiliar to the normal guards that wandered the halls. This tall bronze bald man stood by Allanah's door with his arms folded and head lowered. He patiently waited by her door, unmoved by the roaming handmaidens and young knights that strolled by questioning his presence. It wasn't until a shout came from down the hall that grabbed his attention.
"Bors!!"
Trudging down the hall came Ector with nearly a stride in his step. His face held content and worry of the events that he had heard from the patrolmen of the city. Standing before Bors, Ector impatiently awaited for Bors to tell him what might have happened.
"Bors…"
"Ector"
The two greet each other by grasping the palm of each other's wrist and then patting each other upon the shoulder.
"It is great to see you again, old friend. I just wish it was under better circumstances."
"Likewise."
Bors replied.
"What happened out there? How did she sneak out? Is she hurt?
Bors shook his head in discomfort.
"It would have been bad if I hadn't showed up in time."
Ector felt the instant emotion of fear in his chest; blaming himself for not paying more attention to Allanah's actions during these trying times.
"I should have spoken to her about all of this before it got out of hand."
But it was different from what Ector had thought.
"Ector, it would have been bad for the soldiers, not Allanah."
Dumbfounded by Bor's words, Ector stared suspiciously at him with a wondering eyes.
"What do you mean? I understand the consequence of hurting a royal member of the family, but…"
"Not that Ector. Allanah could have killed them if I hadn't shown up."
Bors went into the tale of what happened in that alley way. From Allanah's sight, she remembered the brute grasping her arm with his large broad hands that nearly wrapped around her biceps, Allanah instantly became hysterical of what dark intention this man had in mind. Terrified of his presence, Allanah couldn't think of what to do, but closed her eyes and shrieked to the top of her lungs. But the trembling of her fear wouldn't allow her to even mutter a single sound from her lips, only a slight whimper that could barely be heard. Seeing that she was petrified, the goon became amused by his power breaking her. Chuckling, he began to comfort her by accompanying them into unknown pleasures that they seek.
"Don't worry little lady… We just wanna have some fun, that's all."
His colleagues took joy in seeing their comrade toy with Allanah's emotions, giggling and whispering among themselves. Grasp her arm with his large slender hands, Allanah felt the grim intention coursing through the mind of this lout. She could nearly hear his thoughts as clear as day while he squeezed her arm tighter & tighter. It was sheer anger that arose from Allanah's defensiveness to break free from his grip. Not only did she hear, but became disgusted that they would do such a thing to an innocent person. It wasn't only what she heard in his mind, but the sight of the young child quivering in fear of them intimidating Allanah into their will. She coddled her mother, who still remained slightly conscious from the overwhelming fever she had. This was a degrading sight to have a child witness something so horrendous that it would scar her for the rest of her life. What if they didn't get what they wanted from her and turned their attention toward the ill mother & child. Allanah couldn't allow that to happen. She wouldn't dare stand by and watch them violate the child & mother to appease their desires. That burning rage that coursed through her veins derived once more; surging with streaks of lightning from her fingertips. Her eyes took the shade of amber & thistle once more, piercing the shadow of her brow. The surge of power crawled through the arm of the hoodlum; instantly numbing his entire limb.
"Arrrgghhhh… What the hell?!!!"
The others witnessing Allanah transpire into something never seen before their eyes. Emerging into a phase that was filled with emotion, and the intolerable urge to protect the innocence at all cost. Ire, Allanah lashed out against the brute, placing her hand firmly upon his chest as she shouted.
"BACK OFF!!!"
In one massive thrust, Allanah dispersed a thunderous wave of energy against the chest of the savage; casting him across the alley into the stone brick building. Such force engraved the image of the brute into the crackling brick from the immense power Allanah unleashed. Peeling from the wall, the assumed shadow soldier gradually fell to the cold concrete ground; his eyes faded completely white, and his breath steaming from the assault. Retaliating from this, the other brutes quickly turned their intentions toward attacking Allanah for what she had done.
"You Bitch!!!"
"You're going to pay for that!!"
Before they could even take a step towards her, Allanah was already lunging forth with her hand forged into a piercing blade of energy drawn behind her. Without even offering a chance of mercy, she struck to silence the first brute quickly. Frozen by the sheer awe Allanah possessed, the second shadow soldier could only await for his sudden end.
"Ahhhhh."
She howled in a rage.. But before her piercing hand could strike down the assailant, another mysterious figure appeared in the nick of time to halt Allanah's fatal strike. Grasping her wrist that imploded with burning energy, the hooded figure nulled her attack with a mild grapple that discharged the blade. Blinded by her rage, Allanah unwittingly saw the face of the mysterious being ceasing her rampaged attack. Familiar to her, the anger that transformed Allanah into a killing machine calmed her, and quickly degraded to the innocent princess she once was. She couldn't believe it after she saw who had stepped in to stop her from committing such a sin.
"Un-Uncle Bors…"
Whom she said. A relative that was nearly unseen for years had finally returned. Ceasing the opportune time to counter Allanah & her so called uncle, the two remaining assailants lunged at them to conquer an advantage.. Unknowing, Bors possessed a massive kanabo that stood nearly as tall as any man with metallic ends all around. With the mere swing of his club, Bors annihilated the two soldiers with a bone breaking impact of his solid brutal weapon. With his eye steadily on Allanah, watching the two fall broken & battered to the ground, questioning if this was the same girl that he knew before he left.
"Allanah… What happened to you?"
From there, Ector was shocked by the tale; especially the emerging power that appears randomly over Allanah.
"She did that?"
Bors replied.
"The look in her eyes wasn't like the young innocent girl we saw grow up. She's becoming something different."
Ector placed his hand to his chin, contemplating what this power Allanah is suddenly conjuring now. It was yet intriguing but more terrifying that they didn't know what was becoming of their princess. Lying lifeless in her bed, Allanah's ears wandered to the voices outside of her room; overhearing their conversation.
"Ector…"
He looks up at him.
"That witch was right about Allanah that day."
Ector's eyes grew with a painful realization of what Bors had said.
"We don't know that for sure, Bors"
"Ector you know it. We were all there when the witch told the king of her path."
Ector just shook his head with doubt.
"No…"
Until this day, Ector refused to acknowledge what had happened on the day of Allanah's birth & baptism. The moment was something that they all burden to come to past, but hoping that it would never come after the efforts of Branston.
"Ector, don't be foolish. Isn't that the reason you call the older knights to the capital?"
There was the fact, but Ector truly did not want to speak it out loud among the open. He refused to look Bors in the eye after he stated the intention of their calling. Behind them, Allanah's door flung open.
"Huh?"
Standing there in the musk of uncertainty, Allanah boldly stood among the two knights staring them down with a question of this so-called witch they spoke of. But what she asked of them was even more peculiar.
"I want to speak to my father."
Ector was curious about what she meant. She had visited her father multiple times in the past few months without getting a word out of him. What makes this time so different from the others?
"Allanah, there is no point of seeing your father again if he won't even speak to you."
Instantly, Allanah overheard the words Josiah told her in her dream many nights ago. Since then, she hasn't seen or heard from the spirit that appeared in her world.
"There's something no one is telling me, and if you won't tell me what it is…"
Revealing her amber and lavender eyes from the shadow of her banes, both Ector & Bors could see that Allanah was determined to figure out what was going on with her mentally & physically.
"Allanah…"
They couldn't deny her of what she truly wanted to know. Without hesitation, Both Ector & Bors accompanied Allanah down into the dark dungeon where her father rested since that horrid day. Walking down the long dark stoned corridor lit by azure crystal light, Allanah and the others made their way towards the holding cell of the king. Allanah ignored the other prisoners that groaned and moaned as they walked by their iron cell. Some wretched with wild hair and smut smeared all over them from the grainy dusk & dirty from the cells. Finally they made it to the large iron double door armored by two royal guards wielding pikes. Halting in front of them, Allanah commanded as they awaited.
"Open the door, and let me by."
Unquestioned, the guards stepped aside, one unlocking the cell with the key dangling from his side. Behind those iron cascade doors was another long and dark pathway that led to the single cell holding the king. The three walked into the shadows of the dungeon, pacing towards Allanah's father resting in silence and darkness. Reaching the end, Allanah took sight of her father who's hair had grown long and gritty along with a ragged beard that laid upon his chest. Branston sat in the corner of the stone cell, obscured from the world in the veil of shadows, only accompanied by the dim light that followed the path walls. For Allanah, she felt pity and misunderstood seeing her father like this. But this time, she felt the heat of anger & curiosity arousing from within her. Carving to know what is happening to her, hungry to know some truth in this web of secrecy.
"Father…. I must know."
The king doesn't even act upon Allanah's words.
"Why did you forge the treaty? What was your true sole purpose in doing so? Was it a lie?!!!"
Yet the king doesn't respond. Branston's silence was infuriating. Allanah's heart felt the betrayal of lies crawling all around her as she awaited for something of an answer. All she could remember in that small moment was the people on the street bickering about being abandoned by her and their king. The peace that was promised was a mask of despair hidden by abrasive words from a trusting king. Why did this happen? How? Why would the king do such a thing? Where is the princess? Has she forgotten about us? Their voice echoed in her ear as rage built within her belly. Ector & Bors watched as an aura began to flow around her. In anguish, Allanah lashes out; grabbing hold of the bars and revealing the two shades within her eyes.
"Answer me!!!!"
At that moment, Branston tilted his head to her screams. All three were shocked to see the king respond, and upon his face tears were pouring from his eyes.
"It… It… was all a lie."
He struggled to say.
"All I did…. All I did was to keep you from your fate."
Allanah didn't understand. Her fate? From what?
"The witch… The witch told us…. Told us that you… Were born the Oracle of Namira: The goddess incarnate."
Confused, Allanah couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her? The reincarnated goddess of the world? How could this be true, especially from the mouth of a mysterious witch?
"What? What are you saying?"
" For me to keep you safe, I had to change the world…. I… I had to bring peace to the kingdom where others failed to do so. I had to protect my…. Daughter…"
Humbling it was to hear her father speak with passion, but sheer regret of lying to the people. The father in him placed his only child's life before all others, which most could understand. But Allanah saw it differently. The people were their family, and every last one of them entrusted their livelihood to them everyday. Even the sudden tears from the fallen king couldn't shake the pique that spiraled in her conquest.
"You lied!!! All because you were scared for me!!"
Branston began to quiver with resentment coursing through the little of humanity left in him.
"You were all that I had left. I couldn't lose you too. The Oracle…. The Oracle. the...Oracle.
In the last of his words, Branston's tongue began to grow silent again. Lowering his head as he fell into a deep sleep from pushing through the curse that possessed him. Allanah couldn't believe what they heard. Yet it was not fully explained, Allanah knew the others could answer where her father could not.
"Ector…"
She said. He stood behind her in awe that Branston even spoke of his intention after swearing it to silence in front of his loyal knights. But before she could speak to him, the phantom that had been absent from her for some time had appeared into the realm of Branston's cell. Surprised, Allanah saw him younger than her previous encounters, and possessing the same mesmerizing eyes as the young holy man from the summit months ago, piercing the wall of darkness.
"You."
Instead of playing games as before, the phantom stood eye to eye with Allanah gripping the bars tighter than before. Looking into his eyes, Allanah fell into a realm unlike hers. Though it seemed she fell asleep from the trance his eyes possessed, Allanah awoke into a world far more majestic than her own. She awakened into a white Victorian fountain of crystal clear water. Behind her stood a stone maiden pouring the flow of water from a vase above her head. Rising from the water, Allanah viewed out to the divine sight of another world of beauty and curiosity. Before her, rested a sanctuary marked with many seals upon its faded tan floor. Beyond, Allanah saw two pillars hovering in the wind. Separate at its core, the two pillars habring the two moons that hung over Namira; perfectly aligned with its sculpture. Between them was a throne, where the phantom being sat waiting for Allanah to approach him. He rested with his head upon his hand staring ominous for Allanah. She does. Marching towards him with a scorn to unleash. She had grown tired of the games he was playing and wanted answers; especially now with things becoming unravelled.
"I had enough of your shit!!! Who the hell are you?"
Belligerent she shouted. The hooded figure simply chucked at her, admiring her fortitude but smirking at her small stature.
"Hahahah…. I like that attitude of yours. We are going to need it."
Allanah frowns with a puzzled glare.
"Need it? For what?"
He laughs again.
"Like last time. They haven't told you shit. That's why we are in this predicament now."
Allanah is boggled, growing confused by the masked words of him.
"What?"
Flustered, the hooded figure leaned closer to Allanah unveiling quite a bit of his appearance. He was a young smooth-faced man, no more than in his mid twenties. The tone of his skin was the hue of burnt sienna; glistening in the light of the moons like a river of mocha. Those eyes that resembled the holy man from the summit is what stood out the most. A pale thistle shade that glared with the aura of lavender.
"As you just found out, you are an Oracle. The incarnate of the goddess Namira… The embodiment of the world."
Allanah just stood with a dumbfounded expression upon her face.
"How and why?"
Sigh, the hooded figure did to exhaust his words to explain everything within time.
"What the hell is wrong with mortals nowadays? They don't tell people shit anymore!!! Okay, you have been chosen by fate to Balance the Scales of Namira before it is too late."
"From what?"
Modestly she asked. Flustered already, the hooded being to blurt out the reasonable explanation that Allanah finally needed to hear from someone.
"Before the world is consumed and ended by death!!! Damn!!! What the hell have they been teaching you kids nowadays."
Allanah's bold stature quickly deteriorated once she became curious of this path; innocently rubbing the back of her head and chuckling nervously as she implied.
"Just normal stuff. I guess."
Taking a deep breath, the mysterious figure continued on explaining the situation at hand.
"Look… For the last 1000 years there has been an Oracle born to balance the scales of karma, so we won't fall into the judgment of Adrestia: The elder goddess."
"Adrestia?"
He explains.
"She is the Eldest goddess born before all the rest. She was the creator of the Scales of Karma and the Underworlds that exist. You see, every world, sun, star, moon out in the universe is a living oracle or what they were called Celestials. And all were created by Dominion Raphael & and Adrestia the contributor to harness and balance the mighty power of Asei; which is the source of all life everywhere."
Allanah begins to sink in more to learning of the gods and goddesses above and her part in all this.
"Asei is the sole essence of the universe that creates the spiritual and physical realms of reality. It is also a living source that learns from the worlds that uses its power to create life and fuel Asei even more with knowledge. But if a world consumes this power and tips the scales of karma in the weight of Adrestia's purge, then the world & its Oracle is destroyed."
Shocking as it may be, he explained the situation the best he could for Allanah to understand. She simply gasped, worried that her own world was tilting the scales in the wrong direction.
"Right now, our world is in peril of being purged….
Conjuring a wave of black mist, the mysterious figure formed a window for Allanah to see the actions and history of the world.
"And it is all thanks to mortals listening to this fool they call The Shadow King."
The mist forged into the half of the Shadow king that Allanah remembered from the summit.
"Every war fought or stirred was the doing of this man. He believed, like in the old law, that every Oracle had a shadow to oversee them. Which is true, but the Shadow that mirrors Namira is not him. He spreaded this lie for centuries until everyone began to believe him. This false prophet brought the downfall of our world, and he must be stopped at all cost, Allanah."
Allanah always knew that something was never right about the king. Remembering his choking glare he had upon her at the summit was enough for her to fear this man of his endeavors.
"How? How can I stop him?"
Taking a deep breath, he states to her.
"By gathering the Shogun of the 12th generation."
"Shogun? I thought they were only myths."
He shook his head in disbelief.
"No. They are very much alive and real. Most know of their presence while others deny them. A century ago, when no one could find the last oracle, many believed that they had died off."
"That could be a possibility."
Allanah said.
"It is not. The Shogun have always been here. Like you, they reincarnate in every life as someone new. They are the first chosen warriors of Namira, as you may say Demi-gods that can control the very elements in the world that was forbidden to m"
Stepping forth, Allanah instilled that this path must be done with the Shogun he mentioned.
"I see… But is that all I am supposed to do?
Again he shook his head.
"No… Allanah, you are going to have to do what no other oracle in your lineage has ever done."
"And what is that?"
Within the blink of an eye, he stood mere inches away from Allanah's ear. Frozen, Allanah could barely move her feet to react to his presence. Closely to her ear, he whispers.
"Kill the Shadow king."
Trembling in fright, Allanah mustered up the words to ask.
"How?"
He glanced at her with a peculiar eye and said.
"You have a long lineage of Oracles before you. In your disposal are several abilities and weapons that you must unlock to use."
"How do I unlock them?"
Growing restless, he steps away from her to release Allanah from the tension grasping her body like constricted chains.
"In your actions. When the time is right, they will awaken."