It was raining hard, when the festivities had run its course. There were shocks among the people who participated in the said event. And some laughter from those who considered it a blessing from above.
The Procurer's word rang true and she knew it when she saw some palace guards all frolicking with their families and some leaving their post to join the remaining joy withing the festivities. Most of the knights had also alluded themselves to the taverns and glasses Rosebellum Wine and Vorschka.
Fast on her feet, she head for the palace walls, using her trusty crossbow grappler, she launched its arrow on its banister, when it hooked into its support. She clicked its button and she was grappled above. Landing gracefully on its floor, she grappled again to another tower leading her to its roof.
Selfer jumped and grappled using the roofs as her momentum until she landed on her targeted area. She steadied her breath, landing herself there carefully as it was the only too fragile if you're not light on your feet since it was a glass roof.
Cracks of lightning could be heard as she settled herself on it, mindful of the glass to make sure it did not break. The rain was becoming harsh as the winds grew turbulent leading for flags erected to billow frantically. Droplets of water had soaked her hood, making her face feel wet.
"I got to time this right," she whispered, waiting for thunder to clap. Her eyes zoned on the jewel that lay beneath the glassy planes. "What a pretty little trinket."
Tales of Regina Follis was as magnificent as it was bleak. The diadem was the most sought and its worth was beyond imagining. It is said that it could create balance of tranquility within a being's mind, body and spirit. It was a jewel who was rumored to have been embedded with Rosacaea's crystals pure stones of energy that the Flora herself cultivated over the years before her timely demise.
It was also, the jewel that Selfer had to acquire. The diadem was placed on a pedastal. That now she had a direct access. If she could break the glass roof and use the sound of the thunder as a way for the sound to be muffled, this order would be too easy.
'RUMBLE' 'RUMBLE' 'RUMBLE"
"One, two, three." Selfer counted, patiently steady as she prepare to pour her energy towards the glassy roof.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
A heavy thunder clapped, and Selfer use it to her advantage. Using her energy she melted the hinges on the glassy roof, and it cracked sending her falling but with her quick reflex she shot her crossbow and let it hook unto one of roof's support, stopping the momentum of her descent.
The entry was a success and she let herself descent, letting her crossbow grapple do its work. Landing on the floor she left her crossbow to a nearby table within this treasure hall. Her boots thudded as she slowly edge closer to the pedastal, the diadem had gotten wet due to her entrance by its roof and yet its magnificence was unparalled. The crystals, diamonds was shining brightly. Its amber hue gems letting out an ethereal glow.
She almost felt compelled to leave it alone and not even touch it. Selfer shook her head and easily took the diadem from its place. The moment she touch it, a wave of nausea hit her so bad she wanted to scream. Her hand shook as she fought to grip it tightly and to not let slip from her fingers as she crouched due to its effect.
"Gah!" she yelped, her head felt like it was being pinched and pricked with needles. The diadem was cold on her fingers and quickly as the pain happened it vanished in a flash.
"Huh, what was that?" Bewildered, Selfer righted herself and glanced at the diadem she holds on her hands. It seemed to have lost some of its glow. "Hmm. Better to just pack this up."
She decided to pack it up and put it inside her satchel. Her task done, she went to pick up her crossbow grapple to get out of there.
"Woofmew?" Selfer halted in her steps, her attention caught as a fluff of white came upon her and settled itself on her leg.
"Whoa, wha-," Selfer glanced at the intruder who stopped her escape. Only to find a cute fluffy beast who had white colored fur and amber eyes almost a mirror of her topaz ones. Without so much of a thought, she crouched to pet it. It mewled and woofed. Its tail wagging. She never had seen anything like it.
It was small and had the size of a domestic cat but with the fur, ears and tail of a wolf. She was sure it was supposed to be a pup of some kind. But for the life her, she wasn't sure. "What are you doing in here?"
The beastling cocked its head to the right ears down and amber eyes twinkling with excitement. "Woofmew?' It seemed to understand what she was saying.
"Last time I know, this was a treasure hall not a beast hall, what's a little one like you, doing in a place like this? Is your owner nearby?" Selfer asked, maybe it was one of the royals' pets.
"Woofmew?" It purred, then circled around her form letting its body rubbed the soles of her feet. Its eyes imploring her to take it.
"I can't adopt you, your owner might not even like it. Just stay here." Selfer admonished but as she was getting up the little one decided to jump her and settled itself on her shoulders like a scarf. "I mean it, come on let's get you down and just settle here."
Selfer tried to get the beastling off her shoulder but it wouldn't budge. Its sad amber eyes gazing back at her, it let out a pitiful mewl that had Selfer's heart melting from its presence. "Fine, we do this and I don't want to see you whining about it later." Selfer sighed, while petting its head, it let out a pleased growl and licked her face that got her to chuckle at it.
The moment ended when a glint of steel found itself pointed at her back. Her blood went cold as she felt a presence behind her. "Drop the satchel and turn around, thief."
Adrenaline pumping in her veins she raised her hands making the assailant behind her think she was complying with his request. She knew from the voice that it was male. And a powerful one. He's aura was leaking through sending her body into an overdrive.
No second to lose, she jumped backwards over him then knocked out his sword. She punched him square in his jaw sending him to tumble. The man backed up shock and yet he fought back. They traded punches and kicks. She could feel that she will have bruises once morning comes this man was no pushover, he punched and brawled like a maniac. It was a damn good thing she had experience on hand to hand combat.
They clashed and parried, energy swirling in the air as she pushed her energy letting it soar forth to burn him, he dodged fluidly unrelentingly. The fight would have lasted more until she high kick him then straddled him, trapping his hips with her legs and his hands with both of hers.
During the commotion she knew the beastling retreated to a corner letting them play it out. In the darkness only their breaths could be heard. She could see his eyes glowing, it was blue with a tinged of silver and that was the moment she knew she fucked up.
"He's a freaking Bjord!" Why in all of the beings it had to be a Bjord! It could just be a normal guard, a knight or even a freaking palace guard. Heck she'll take on the butler even. Energy pulsed all around her and their position is not even helping quell the edginess she now feels in this situation. "Damn it! Better hightail it out of here."
Selfer decided to give him a swift kick to the face as she stood and ran from him. She aimed to get her crossbow grapple and was about to click its button to pull herself up from there.
"Stop right there!!" the man exclaimed. She turned just to see his face in the light as the lightning cracked reflecting the windows nearby and she was sure he had also seen her topaz eyes. By that time, the beastling had catch up to her and settled again on her shoulder.
She was confused, when instead of throttling her he seemed..........startled?
His eyes focused on her form and especially to her eyes. The man was gasping and his breath labored. He puts a hand to his heart, like it was giving him extreme pain. Selfer could not for the life of her understand what was happening only that there was an unexplainable tension in the air.
The man crouched in front of her, his hand on his heart. His focus on her, she knew it was impossible for her to know her face due to the mask. But the way his eyes drawn her to him was overpowering. She did not know what to make of it.
White phantom wings with a silvery hue burst forth from the man's back. It was massive in size and had bathed the hall in a holy light. Its presence daunting and equally mesmerizing.
" You're my Lynx." The man told her. Serious and compelling. She heard that word somewhere, it was familiar but doesn't make any sense to her. The only thing in her mind was she was in danger if she even dared to stay here any longer.
" I don't know what that is." Selfer answered back coldly, feeling the rain drops on her skin as lightning and thunder cracked.
"You will soon, I will chase you to the ends of Rosacaea if I have to." the man vowed and Selfer knew he mean it. "You're mine."
"Good luck with that." With a click of her crossbow grapple she pulled herself out of there as the man stood and watched her go along with the satchel. His wings flapping rightly then vanishing without a trace. It doesn't matter what he said to her. Selfer had a diadem to deliver.
RHODON PALACE TREASURE HALL AFTER THE BREAK-IN:
Heart thudding, Lucian gazed at the broken glass dome. His woman was something else. But her being a thief could cause some of the nobility to shake their heads. But he was not even mindful of what most of them think.
The Divine are really challenging me. Lucian had not only have to find Regalia the real granddaughter of the Emperor but to also find his Lynx as well. She was fiery and no doubt could kick his ass. The pain he felt in his jaw and face would prove it.
"My Lord! What the hell happened?" Came the astonished voice of his aide. He was a young man in his twenties and had come from the long line of the aides who had worked for him ages ago. "You, do know your cape is burning right, my lord?"
Lucian blinked, his eyes checking to see his cape that was indeed burning. Chuckling, he took it off and extinguish it with his own energy then gave it to his aide. "It's fine Clinton."
Clinton's brow rose as his eyes turned to the broken glasses all around, the cracks on the walls, and the debris from the statues that were scattered all around. Is his master blind? This was not the definition of fine. "Are you sure about that, my lord?"
"Yes, yes I am." Lucian smiled, and that when Clinton knew his master had finally gone insane.
"Do you need me to call the guards? You seemed to be bruised all over."
Lucian grinned. "No need, these are all the marks of love from my Lynx. She was a bit rough."
"Your Lynx! Your Lynx did all this!!!" Clinton yelled mouth ajar. No wonder, only a woman who is equally psychotic as his master would be fitting for him to his bride.
Lucian chuckled, he was proud of the damage his Lynx had done albeit for the wrong reason. This just goes to show the Divine did not shackle him with a weak bride.
"But, my lord. The diadem is missing! Won't this cause an uproar with the nobility as well?"
"It won't be." Lucian took his sword from the ground." I will personally settle this." His smile turned feral, he felt excitement course through his veins. Emotions built up within him for the first time. "I trust, you will keep quiet about what happened here, Clinton. Let no one know I have found my Lynx."
Clinton bowed resolutely, his eyes showing his utmost loyalty. "As you wished, my Lord."