Shadow Slayers

"Go on," Vasuki said, motioning towards the small group that was forming.

Manasa was torn between he and her teammates. She wanted to share this victory with them, it was a once in a life time chance. But to finally see her brother again after all this time... She knew not what to do. She turned back around to speak to her brother, in doing she caught a figure in the corner of her eye.


"Excuse me," the sister said, walking past her brother and away from the gathering of friends. She sat down beside Zerah quietly. She took in a minute of silence before finally speaking to him, her eyes glued to the bright blue sky. "Are you going off on your own soon?"

((let's say it was like a while after he confessed to Luair, like 20 or so minutes))

A congratulatory hug seemed to commence in his field of view, hoping he could join in with Luair. Although it was a little weird after what just happened.

"H-Hey! Guys!" He yelled out to the crowd, hoping they'd pay attention.

"I'm going to need a little help to get over there, since we could..you know..." He trailed off, still weak from the battle. He attempted to stand up and run, but tripped over his own feet, opting to do a mixture of crawling and walking. It felt pathetic, but it was a huge improvement from what he was like before.

Then again, he had other people to interact with: unfamiliar ones. He flashed a thumbs up at Zerah, hoping to speak to him again at some point after he had talked to whoever these people were.

((Whether or not he actually reached anyone, y'all can never know. I'm gonna rest it up and take a break from RPing))

"People change.." Zerah stated, hoping to reassure Manasa. "I'm sure your brother has changed..." He noticed Osseus giving him a thumbs up and waved his stump back at him. He then turned his attention back to the woman who sat next to him. "As for me...Eh, I just have questions I need answered. Just more personal stuff than anything...Probably just read more..I don't know, just boring stuff. The next few years of my life will be pretty boring ones, but it'll be a breath of fresh air compared to what the world HAS been for the past two years." He muttered as he rubbed his eye with the one half-arm he had left.

   As the shrieks of the once fated prophecy god rung throughout the field, Ooro shut her eyes, and when she opened them...

   The sky was blue. Outstretched for endless miles, the beautiful expanse had trickled along above them brilliantly with the sun shining bright and cottany clouds awaiting to greet them. Before she had known it, a tear had rolled down her cheek as she stood back on her two legs and reverted back. They had done it.

   And she was apart of them. Even if it was hard to say at first, she helped them, she contributed to their victory, and was apart of them.

   Apart of the expanse that stretched to the end of the very world. The wave of blue that greeted them where they were predicted to fall. She had lived, and now wanted to live for many years to come. No longer would the spirits of the tormented be twisted, and no longer would the living be encroached upon by their distorted body and limbs. They could live, and she among them.

  Among them.

  Her head had remained tilted, her eyes fixated on the display with the water strolling down her cheeks. Her eyes peered among the field, seeing the cheers and exasperated faces of her friends and companions. They were all so amazing now, and glimmered even brighter before her pupils. As she gazed on, Ooro had wondered to herself- if she had been sparkling among them as well? Even if she had deemed herself so lost, so forgettable, and so hopeless just months ago...

   Now she wondered, if all of her actions had a similar effect on others just as their words had an effect on them? She remembered the fading voice of Ortus, who plead with her breath that Ooro would be the one to watch over her son in her place. She remembered the tattered remains of her cloak, and how Altheron carried the remnants with him always. She remembered the polished metals and threaded capes in the armory, and yet despite having an array to choose from Enoch had chosen to wear the one she had given him in the past. 

  She remembered Marcus, who lived again just to share one last competition. 

  Their lives were fleeting, and met abrupt ends in comparison to her own, yet they choose to grow and change in her presence. She wanted to do the same. She wanted to become stronger, to speak at eye's level without remorse, and to hold her position among them. "What happened to you?" Marcus had asked, and the answer became clear. All those years, she remained stagnant, unmoving, and forever still. There was still time to change for her, however. There was still time to dig her foot into the soil beneath her, and realize she had made a place for herself. Slowly, her lips parted as she spoke to herself in a hushed whisper...

   "...I want to be with people. I want to rejoin their world." She had to, she yearned for it. The test of time would not erase the memories she shared with those she now held dearer than anything else. Nor did she wish them to fade, as now they were embedded into her very being. Rejoining would prove to be a challenge, but regardless she was going to try. Surely, in a world where things are just beginning anew once more, a new beginning for herself would not be much harder.

   For her own sake, she had aspired to change once more.

   

Enoch glanced over at the unfamiliar face, raising an eyebrow and nodding to him in greeting. Mimisko had mentioned she had living family members still back at the castle. Her brother?? "Hello! Come to celebrate victory with us?" he hummed, holding his position in the circle and waiting to continue onward with it.

((schribbit, not u, ChibiGissy, cassiroll))

"Well, looks likes we've got everyone here that we can get." Galystris said with a shrug.
"Alright all, let's do this!"
A smile appeared on the mage's face.
"1..."
They finally won
"2..."
I finally won
"3!"
we saved the world.
"SHADOW SLAYERS!"
Galystris thrust her hand up in the air and let out a loud cheer. A rush of happiness flowed through every inch of her body.
This is the most happy Galystris had ever been in a long time.
Despite the hardships and the death that the shadow slayers had to cope with, she did not regret joining the guild for one second.
Before she had no purpose in life, fighting for a person who was not only dead; but had cast her away when she was alive.
But now, she knew not to devote her life to making her magic stronger for other people.
She would live life for her own benefit.