He was a boy cursed by the god of Punishment to an overwhelming sadness. Destined for a tragic fate. Reborn into the ashes of a forest.
Found by a white nine tailed fox that would show him the way. To help mend his sadness so he could rise a great...
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Over the next couple days the sky rained down on the castle and surrounding villages. Lightning struck several trees engulfing them in an electrical flame that burned through the storms.
There was still no word of Kira's whereabouts or any of the gods that frequented the King's castle. Giles scout returned soaked to the bone, trembling in fear.
"Edgar, speak." Giles urged the shaking man, standing before Yoongi who appeared unamused. He found himself these days in a bitter turmoil of self-loathing.
"Slau—slaughtered." Edgar whimpered as a wave of shivers consumed his body. Yoongi glared at Giles.
"We knew this already."
Giles sighed, grasping the man's shoulders. He steered Edgar out of the throne room, shoving him out into the hall.
"Go warm up and get something to eat."
Edgar nodded, hurrying down the hall like a scolded puppy.
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The smell of peach blossoms and fresh bread filled the room. A soothing warmth embracing a dreaming girl, while a witch doctor with crooked fingers, worked fervently to appease the god brooding in the corner. His bright blue eyes displayed a raging sea within. The woman knew that his rage wasn't because of anything she had been doing thus far.
Another had brought this storm upon them all and there was nothing the god of Sunshine could do about it until the god of Seas' grief subsided. They were cast into a forever rain.
Lightning struck a tree near the tiny cabin deep within the peach blossom forest.
"How is she?" His voice was a symphony of pain and regret mixed with a deep seated anger.
"She is responding well to the medicinal herbs I have placed within the wound."
"Why not use magic? That's why I came to you, Ingrid." Jimin sat up, his question lingering in the air. The witch doctor didn't answer for some time. She had hoped he would come to it on his own.
"You cannot treat a wound made by a pen with magic. It will only make it fester and then you run the risk of young Kira turning into the very beasts you despise.
Jimin ran his hand through his fluffy hair, before taking refuge in the pouring rain outside. He searched the dark skies for a sign. Something to tell him Kira would be fine.
"How is she?" A gentle sweet voice called out to him from a bunch of thistles. A subtle pink glow coming from the core.
"That witch doctor is cryptic. She won't use her magic to heal her. She's relying on medicinal herbs."
Jinx stepped out into the unforgiving rain, holding a Nymphaea Moonbeam. Carefully she handed it to Jimin.
