The last of the beautiful light streamed down the river after the Ligniss had plunged into the navy water. Hidden from the final darkness, it would reemerge whence needed the most in the height of Darkness' reign.
Onboard were the final Arkknights, a co-heir to the Chancellery, a robot, and an incompetent knight-eater in a sealed безопасно, сейф room in rock slumber
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There were several seals on the Tomb of the Plague.
Some of them religious, the blood of early martyrs staining the otherwise pure white marble;
some of them military, the sacrifices of thousands of men and women to the sword apparent on the печать itself;
some being scientific, impenetrable steel and electrical wires defending the exit.
But none of it was enough to stop Her.
Ismene, the Liberator. Ismene, the радуга Walker. Ismene, the End.
It wasn't immediate, breaking of the seals, but, like a river breaking down a rock, the all the same fell to Her sword.
Awakened by the sudden unbalance on Ultima’s, and the final signal дана by the Chancellor, Ismene began her first and final task;
Liberate the Plague of the Другой мир to Показать the ones not on the Overlands the lesson of the ancients.
Ismene went on Her work, every день driving Her sword deeper into the seals, and Пение the song She remembered; the Hymn of Judgment.
Dreadfully aware of the deaths that would occur if She completed Her task, but barely phased by the idea of blood-red blotches covering the skin of the inhabitants of the doomed nation, She continued.
At night, Bayutan rumbled with the Plague's cries of anguish, and Ismene felt for the trapped beasts, knowing Herself of the trials of being caged.
Sen, mas seew, sen thine Tartour exink,
Soon, my sweet, soon your torture will end,
Es thine Tartour en mine Tartour,
Your pain is my pain,
Sen, mas seew, sen thine Regutarr an Hadum,
Soon, my sweet, soon your oppressors shall perish,
Und Ine, wis thim.
And I, with them.
Onboard were the final Arkknights, a co-heir to the Chancellery, a robot, and an incompetent knight-eater in a sealed безопасно, сейф room in rock slumber
***
There were several seals on the Tomb of the Plague.
Some of them religious, the blood of early martyrs staining the otherwise pure white marble;
some of them military, the sacrifices of thousands of men and women to the sword apparent on the печать itself;
some being scientific, impenetrable steel and electrical wires defending the exit.
But none of it was enough to stop Her.
Ismene, the Liberator. Ismene, the радуга Walker. Ismene, the End.
It wasn't immediate, breaking of the seals, but, like a river breaking down a rock, the all the same fell to Her sword.
Awakened by the sudden unbalance on Ultima’s, and the final signal дана by the Chancellor, Ismene began her first and final task;
Liberate the Plague of the Другой мир to Показать the ones not on the Overlands the lesson of the ancients.
Ismene went on Her work, every день driving Her sword deeper into the seals, and Пение the song She remembered; the Hymn of Judgment.
Dreadfully aware of the deaths that would occur if She completed Her task, but barely phased by the idea of blood-red blotches covering the skin of the inhabitants of the doomed nation, She continued.
At night, Bayutan rumbled with the Plague's cries of anguish, and Ismene felt for the trapped beasts, knowing Herself of the trials of being caged.
Sen, mas seew, sen thine Tartour exink,
Soon, my sweet, soon your torture will end,
Es thine Tartour en mine Tartour,
Your pain is my pain,
Sen, mas seew, sen thine Regutarr an Hadum,
Soon, my sweet, soon your oppressors shall perish,
Und Ine, wis thim.
And I, with them.
"I trusted you, Chaos!Now I have ended up in a fight to get back."Miranda continued,"I cannot belive that I may never see them again!What have Ты done?".Miranda had tried to use the chaos emralds to teleport like her mother Tikal had showed her, but Chaos had them."You will take the chaos emralds from me, even a nutjob could see that.Your already dead, so Ты can defeat me.You'll see them sometime."Chaos said."What about Anna, Raquel, and Dejah?"Miranda continued,"How do I know if they are okay?They are my best friends."Miranda's voice broke.Her mother had been through this,how did she deal?Miranda had an idea.She had darkness,energy,fire,water,ice,and wind.Chaos's back was turned."It is now или never,"she thought. Miranda hit chaos with energy."What th...?"Chaos broke off mid setnence.Miranda grabbed the emralds with a ремень, пояс, пояса of darkness.She knew her time was limited.She teleported.
Time for some fun facts! 8D
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~Estelle was originally a character up for adoption.
~Full names for each character:
Estelle Potter
Zak Potter
Shiro Kuchisama
Norax Williams
Myka Hyne
Nazo фургон, ван Deursenne
Anaya Sullivan
~Nazo was created originally as a character in the fanfic, not an ACTUAL character.
~Shiro's name is japanese for White. (DUHHHH)
~Zak and Shiro only have one picture.
~Anaya's name used to be spelled like this:
Aniya
~In 'The Fifth Experiment', Estelle was killed when Zak was young, causing him to get vengeance.
~I created Estelle for 'Kickbutt Inspirational' purposes.
~Anaya was the only character I gave powers, until today.
~I changed Anaya and Myka's personalities as I RPed with them more;
Anaya went from kind to a sarcastic jerkface.
Myka went from silent to an annoying chatterbox.
~Myka's the only one with a lifestory.
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~Estelle was originally a character up for adoption.
~Full names for each character:
Estelle Potter
Zak Potter
Shiro Kuchisama
Norax Williams
Myka Hyne
Nazo фургон, ван Deursenne
Anaya Sullivan
~Nazo was created originally as a character in the fanfic, not an ACTUAL character.
~Shiro's name is japanese for White. (DUHHHH)
~Zak and Shiro only have one picture.
~Anaya's name used to be spelled like this:
Aniya
~In 'The Fifth Experiment', Estelle was killed when Zak was young, causing him to get vengeance.
~I created Estelle for 'Kickbutt Inspirational' purposes.
~Anaya was the only character I gave powers, until today.
~I changed Anaya and Myka's personalities as I RPed with them more;
Anaya went from kind to a sarcastic jerkface.
Myka went from silent to an annoying chatterbox.
~Myka's the only one with a lifestory.
Areil The Bunny
The cover of the book my dad wrote about the Great War.
Written and copyrighted by Zane Luxuria Zenon
Loud and obnoxious shrieks of utter terror were unleashed through the walls of the deceased man who was only referred to as The Doctor. It was no surprise for people indigenous to the area, which is a grand total of one. Screams happen all the time, and he despises them. The very person who causes the yelling is the one who hates it, irony at it's finest. His name is Dsy, a teenage boy who has Amnesia and short-term memory loss.
"I hate the loud noises, I fucking told you!"
His angry remark was followed by the clanking sound of a cleaver. His generic black clothes were slathered in in blood. He smirked at the decapitated head of yet another victim.
"Another sin for humanity, another strain on my blade."
Loud and obnoxious shrieks of utter terror were unleashed through the walls of the deceased man who was only referred to as The Doctor. It was no surprise for people indigenous to the area, which is a grand total of one. Screams happen all the time, and he despises them. The very person who causes the yelling is the one who hates it, irony at it's finest. His name is Dsy, a teenage boy who has Amnesia and short-term memory loss.
"I hate the loud noises, I fucking told you!"
His angry remark was followed by the clanking sound of a cleaver. His generic black clothes were slathered in in blood. He smirked at the decapitated head of yet another victim.
"Another sin for humanity, another strain on my blade."
