Celestra walked through the large town that was all ruled by the Calyndor clan; she had just finished getting the blade she was bestowed cleaned from her blood that had stained it during the ritual. She hated seeing blood, let alone her own, so she was happy for the missus that tended to her.
The paths of the streets were bustling with many who did their own thing, some walking along with their love, while others were in the front of a blacksmith to get swords refined. Celestra continued her stroll, heading back to her own quarters. As the sun began to rise, others began to usher back to their respective homes, but as Celestra rushed to her home, something caught her eye.
Walking past the front gates that closed the clan to the rest of the world were servant figures who stood close to gates. Celestra's face grew with horror as she looked at the people who were covered in blood.
They seemed to just be getting in from a hunt; one of the people lifted a hood from over their heads that obscured their identity. It was a woman with short white hair that was slightly wavy; her eyes glowed a beautiful indigo while she wore a slight smirk on her face, removing the clock she was wearing. It was Umure, Celestra's younger sister, who was seen as gifted among the members of the Calyndor clan. The sight of her sister made her grow with more shock, and as if sensing her eyes, Umure lifted her head, looking over to Celestra.
She had an intense gaze, her lips falling flat as she analyzed Celestra before handing the cloak she was wearing to another and quickly strolling over to where Celestra was standing. Celestra wanted nothing more than to pull away and quickly keep heading to her own home, but it was as if she were glued to the ground.
Seeing the look Celestra made, Umure couldn't help but smirk once more before stopping in front of her. "Oh Celestra, I have heard the ritual for you had been carried out while I was out. Well, that's too bad I couldn't be there." Umure voiced out.
Celestra gave her sister a nod, and though she wanted to look her sister in the eyes, she couldn't, her eyes only drifting down to the speck of blood that was still on her cheek. Umure noticed her gave and lifted her hand to wipe the speck of blood that lingered from being out.
Looking at this action, Celestra is finally breaking her silence. "What did you do outside?" Celestra couldn't help but ask innocently, but she still had a grim guess of the truth; this was because this was simply how it always was. Vampires would hunt humans just to feast on them, throwing their corpses out without having a second care in the world.
Umure looked at her elder sister and lifted her hand again, but this time she reached her hand out to touch Celestra's face softly. "Oh, my dear, dear sister. Surely you don't still worry for these humans?" She spoke coldly as she stroked Celestra's face.
Celestra wanted to pull away, but her eyes saddened slightly at her sister's words, understanding that Umure had done just as she thought. She started to part her lips, wanting to say something back to Umure, but no words came out; instead, she pulled away quickly, turning to walk off, going back toward the home they both lived in.
Her face scrunched with complication as she found her thoughts racing, making her walking speed increase with the rising sun. The streets were empty as many had already retreated to their homes. Celestra passing the courtyard that was lined with those beautiful white rose bushes, she finally found herself at a large home, the house of both the chief, who was her mother, Bora Calyndor, but also her daughters. It was a beautiful place that hadn't seen change for over 100 years, constantly being upkeeped by others in the clan that admired or praised Bora.
She pushed open the doors to her home and was hit with an intense aura as she felt an overwhelming, strong presence. Not being versed in using her skill as a pure blood vampire, she was almost unable to push through the pressure that seemed to be coming from a main office in which her mother was in.
Going through the long corridor, the pressure only grew in intensity as it approached the office door; it was almost as if Celestra was battling strong winds. Finally, as she reached the office, she couldn't help but peek in. It wasn't a shock to see her mother there, but there was another figure in the room; it was the vice leader of the clan, Isiah Calyndor, who rarely made an appearance within the wall of the stronghold of the clan.
Bora wore a tough and angry expression, while contrast, Isiah wore a calm look, speaking out to her. Celestra could tell that something had happened to invoke her mother's rage. But what could it be? And what happens for Isiah to be here in the capital of Calyrina that held the Calyndor clan?
As Celestra peeked in curious and trying to gain more information, her mother's eyes flashed on her, causing Celestra to pull back, being startled as she was noticed. The pressure of her mother's aura only grew, making Celestra understand that her mother was annoyed and perhaps upset over her eavesdropping on conversation on there conversation.
Celestra quickly pulled away, heading down the corridor and making a right fight against the pressure that consumed a large area until finally she was faced with the door to her room. Sliding the door open, Celestra entered, closing it behind herself, and once she did, she leaned against a wall, letting out a long, deep sigh.
Many thoughts raced through Celestra's head, like ones about her future going fourth as the next in line to pick up after her mother or her sister, who had a cruel nature; her mind even drifted to the newest thing that happened as she passed by her mother's office seeing Isiah.
Gosh, had things always been so complicated? Celestra asked, letting out another sigh before walking toward the table in her room. She bent down opened a drawer that was on the table, pulling out a piece of paper before pulling out a chair to sit at the table.
Paper became stained with ink as Celestra wrote on it, writing in the language spoken in the Calyndrina continent and the only one Celestra knew. She wrote, organizing her thoughts about all that had gone on. To Celestra, this was normal behavior; this was because she would typically write to organize her thoughts.
She looked over the paper and set it into a pile that held other writings. Celestra had threw the years, many of which were spanned long apart, because Celestra was a vampire, time moved faster to her, and little happened in her life. She had never been outside the walls of the clan, and she never had to lift a sword to fight; she had always been in safe hands.
This was very different from Celestra's little sister Umure; from a young age she developed a formidable skill and had been training for many years. If anyone's fit to lead the clan, it's her. Celestra voiced to herself self-deprecatingly.
Finally, Celestra looked over to the sword she was bestowed earlier that night during the ritual; it lay in the corner of her room. She knew that since she had been given this sword, she would be expected to do more for the clan and even start going outside the walls of the clan. But this very thought scared her. She didn't want to have to go out and hurt others, to have her hands stained with the blood that she detested.
More than anything, Celestra dreamed of peace, a life where she wasn't expected to fight or do much of anything. Sitting up from the chair and going to the small bed that was laid out on the floor, the room was filled with no windows, but Celestra figured that by now the sun should be fully up.
With that, Celestra laid down, closing her eyes, not ready to face the duties that lie ahead of her.