The Mistress of Time was the sister of Goddess Selene that reined the fairytales of wielders. She was said to have wielded the universe, but she fell in love with one of Selene’s creations. Selene forbids her sister from ever touching Henmulga’s child, but she was ever-persistent, so much so that she ended up luring one wielder to the mortal world where she seduced him to sleep with her. It was not known whether they have had a child; however, what had been transcribed to the scriptures was the narrative of how she’s been cursed by defying fate.
Selene, of course, didn’t want to hurt her sister, but it was in their nature to bestow divine punishment to those that seek defiance to the borders of what they called ‘morality’. But, the Mistress’ journey of repentance was a valuable story that stirred up morals, at least for most who believed in second chances. It was then that she became the queen of nighttime stories, the goddess who to love was drunk and became a sinner but re
The Gourche was a territory closer to oblivion. Because such an intricate technique was a double-edged sword, trying it had never been an option for most wielders. Not only did it require a massive amount of energy, but it also ate a lot of stamina. This type of sealing technique was rumored to be taught by the Mistress herself. It’s made to counter each of the prowesses of Selene’s children. While it was successful in suppressing the enemy’s might, it failed to protect the clan, for each time a seal was effectively used, a Sylvania ended up sacrificing a life. As the Mistress was the foundation of this technique, Luis believed her when she said that the answers could be found at her back or, in other words, hidden in Z’s memories. That was before he was soaked with sweats, though. Now that he was catching his breath, listening to the wild drum of his heart, he couldn’t help thinking otherwise. It’s been over an hour since thousands of balls of energy were taken insi
Tamaru’s abandonment of the Seirts flew off faster than they could build their own house. As the Seirts were a controversial family, Tamaru’s decision was subjected to scrutiny. While Tamaru was yet to make a statement, the Main Household made it clear to anyone who would listen that his oldest son was no more. Of course, knowing how much the two of them paired in mission, the wielders of Pasithea considered the two of them insuperable, but the truth was otherwise. Rumors spread like wildfire, too. Being a close aide to the Supreme Council, the Seirts created a handful of enemies. Not only were they the ones who put stop to chaos but they’re also the ones who hunt the ones who triggered it, which was why many wielders were just waiting for the right moment to put an end to the arrogance of this clan. A fluke Seirt was unheard of. Not one of them was weak. Not one of them ever tried to run off from the family. They were perfect citizens who were ever-present when ther
After Tamaru’s disappearance, his wife, Gemimaro, has to work twice as hard to sustain the needs of his son. It didn’t help that he was always sick, so she had no choice but to leave her shadow behind to tend for him. Working as an executive to the Council, she was always taunted and was pressed to the corner as to the queries of his husband’s whereabouts. She didn’t know what to tell them because she herself didn’t want to believe that Tamaru was gone; however, it’s been over a month since he came back from his mission. Even the Council themselves has no idea where he’s gone. Besides, if ever Tamaru was to take long for a certain mission, he would never forget to use his shadow as a messenger that would bring about the letter saying he’s okay. She didn’t believe an inch that he would abandon her, let alone her son, considering that Luis needed special care. Though she tried to look for him, she soon realized that she’d end up neglecting their son, so she decided for the wor
Luis grew up with the thought that his mother hated him. He thought that because he was frail, his mother chose not to indulge with him. She was always out for work, and he was not allowed to ever step outside of the house. Although Leonel was there to tell him otherwise, he wanted to feel his mother’s acknowledgment. He was five years old when he was able to walk, but he already has consciousness when he was four. He’d always cursed his lack of mobility, blaming it for his mother’s cold shrug. But even after he could move around, his mother showed no sign of gratefulness. She did pat him on the head once in a while, but she still spent her time working. “It’s for your own good, Luis,” Leonel would say, rubbing the back of Luis. “I tell you what, how about we train?” Even when he could walk, Luis seemed to have no luck in trying to wield his shadow. Leonel said that a shadow could only be summoned when the wielder had accumulated energy to control it. But the
Gemimaro did train Luis, though only for a day. Because she has work to do and she couldn’t just abandon her search for her husband, she left her shadow to overlook Luis’s training. Luis would try to argue that the result wouldn’t be the same when she’s not around, but he only ended up getting a beating for being “hard-headed.” For weeks on end, Gemimaro’s shadow tried to accomplish what the real one would have had she not went for her work. Luis never argued, for how could he do so when he couldn’t hear the shadow. All he could do was to follow instruction through complicated hand gestures and, if the Shadow’s in the mood, letters formed by its own flexible body. When Luis turned eight, he was able to sustain his shadow longer than an hour, and he was already getting the hang of it. Summoning a shadow alone required energy, but keeping the shadow’s presence required stamina; hence, Gemimaro’s shadow helped Luis enhanced those areas. Gemimaro took a day-off that day,
Luis slumped on the ground as blood dripped from his nose. He was breathing raspily and rapidly, looking up at the ceiling made up of stars and dark horizon. He’s shaking all over, his hand feeling like it’s been trampled by the biggest elephant to have existed. He has read about thousands of balls of memories, emptied four tall shelves that a mountain has been built at his back by the balls alone, the Mistress sitting on top of it, blowing some air on her fingers. “Is that all you’ve got?” She sniggered, taking one ball and juggling it on her hands. Bluish smoke puffed out of it, making her cough a bit. Closing his eyes, Luis fumbled on his feet but ended up collapsing on the ground when his knees jerk. His heart started beating fast. He didn’t know how much time he wasted, but he did know that he already used most of his energy. He had never imagined he would read as many memories like this, not to mention that there were still about hundreds of shelves with thousa
It’s been over three hours after Berry performed Life-Transfer. He knew he shouldn’t have meddled, but he couldn’t just watch outside as Blame’s life became shorter and shorter by the minute. As a result, they now suspected him. He didn’t care, really. It wouldn’t matter anyway. Whether or not they unravel the truth behind the face he put through, they wouldn’t come closer to knowing what business he had in their world… and, era. He was leaning on the thickest of a tree just outside the field. He looked as though he was waiting for someone, his arms on his chest, his eyes closed. The good thing about the Life-Transfer was that it didn’t affect him, though he did know that he had reduced the span of his life. If it meant Blame would have the chance to live much longer, then it’s all worth it in the end. When the leaves fluttered in the air with the wind, Berry opened his eyes, raising his hands to catch some of them. Just as he was examining a leaf, smiling a little a
Z was unconscious while the headmaster penetrated her psyche plane; all the same, her mind’s eye allowed her a glimpse of what had happened, though she realized the hard way that she’s got no control over it. For one, she had shouted herself hoarse for the headmaster to just quit fussing over those endless balls of memories, yet not a single breath of hers had been heard.She was glad, however, that the headmaster was not as weak-willed as she was; otherwise, he wouldn’t be slumped on the ground, breathing heavily with the key clenched in his fist.“You won,” the mistress had said, “the key is now yours to command.”That was the last thing she’d heard before she woke up with a gasp, her eyes a little blurry as she looked up at Kleint’s stooping figure. She clapped her hands on her eyes, shaking her head until Kleint beat him to it.“It’s okay! It’s okay!” He put his shaking hand