Epics of Noche 1, Anchor

EON CH 71 - ACT 09, MISSION TAK

FIRST MISSION.

1774, OCTOBER 01st SATURDAY 8:00 am.

Fire. Noche dreamt of fire. Before her was an incomprehensible conflagration with a girl standing in its heart. Her hair was black as the abyss and eyes bandaged blind. She stood with an eerie within the blistering flames. A storm raged above Noche, but clear skies shone above the blind girl as she drew a metal wagon wheel.

It was thrown towards Noche with insane force. It scratched her face before she had time to blink. Noche raised her left hand and fired a Dead Light Cannon, but the flames incinerated her water, melted her wind, and burned her lightning. That fire was too strong, the blind girl dashed towards Noche, and the blonde was consumed by flame.

Flesh peeled and melted, the pain was unbearable, but Noche refused to fail. She would never fail again. Despite the agony taking place on every inch of skin Noche fought back. She swung at the blind girl, hitting her in the face, but she was unharmed. Noche needed more power! The nameless black sword returned and an ocean exploded from the blonde.

The flames clashed against the hurricane Noche had become. Both sides were in a stale mate. Skies parted and the world cracked as they fought. People began screaming, begging Noche to stop, that the blonde was too powerful. They were wrong, Noche wasn't powerful enough. She needed more strength, more destruction, if she wanted to KILL this blind girl. The world shattered and every form of life was destroyed.

Noche woke up with a gasp in the weight lifting room; blood trickled down her face as she sat on the bench press. She ran her thumb across the crimson trail and saw the nameless black sword on her lap. Her fist tightened around the handle and she raised it to her eyes. It vanished into a flash of golden light surrounded by black mist.

"That sword... Its definitely not Create. What is it? Magic?" Noche muttered. "Its totally magic. Cherries can't tell me otherwise."

She opened her fist dramatically.

"Sword!"

Nothing happened. She flicked her hand multiple times.

"Manifest! Appear! Summon!"

Still nothing.

"How the hell do I make it appear," Noche grumbled. "Guess I can Create a replica... But I get the feeling it wouldn't be the same."

Movement from the small window caught her eye. A crow sat on a branch and swallowed something that glimmered. It kinda looked like an eyeball, but Noche didn't want to believe that. Something about the thought made her feel sick.

She stared the crow down as it returned the gesture. Dreg walked into the room and the creature flew off. He silently watched Noche for a long time.

"So this is where you went," he stated.

Noche stretched, laid back down, and tightened her grip on the steel bar. She began to work out as she spoke.

"Can I help you?"

"Medusa has a mission for you."

Noche nearly lost her grip and dropped the weights on her neck.

"Me! The failure?"

"That's why it is for you."

"Save it Dreg," Noche scowled. "I don't want a pity mission."

"Its covert."

Noche stopped, lowered the bar down, and sat up again.

"Covert how?"

"We need to retrieve someone, but Cross can't be seen doing it," He said. "We need an under the table operative who Medusa knows and trusts."