❝under their armor is a shining beacon of hope❞
A realm still suffering the aftermath of the original demon invasion. A world splintered from the core. A people frightened of the monsters that would one day rule their lands. A life ostracized from s...
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Adahlia sipped from her can of soda and flipped the page of the book perched on her lap. Eyes scanning the page, she hunched over the book slightly due to the fact that her feet were propped on the leather ottoman in front of her.
Her door burst open and Eclipse came flying in. Adahlia slammed her book shut and slumped against the headrest of the swivel chair.
"He died . . . again," she said, moving so her neck was resting on the armrest, her knees hooked over the other side.
Eclipse came closer, walking upside down with the angle of Adahlia's head.
"Why do you read that book so often? You cry after every single time," Eclipse sat down on the now free ottoman. "Anyways, meeting in five. You might want to brush your hair too."
Adahlia straightened, "Why?"
"I mean if you want to walk into the conference room with a halo of hair, you're good," Eclipse got up and patted her head before exiting the room. A few seconds later, her head popped up in the doorway again and she added, "And maybe change too, Crescent isn't going to accept your unicorn pajamas."
She glowered at Eclipse and turned to her drawer to find a brush.
Three minutes later, Adahlia was running towards the conference room two halls down. She had exchanged her pajamas for a sleek black suit. It was a standard uniform for anyone in the gang so she didn't stand out . . . much. A single strand of her hair was dyed bright purple. It was a last-minute decision and had just happened. Eclipse had decided to dye her brunette hair completely black for better camouflage, but she decided to do the opposite and add a colorful streak.
It completely contrasted the muted colors of their base.
She skidded to a stop in front of the conference room. She smoothed some wrinkles that formed on her legs during the run and blew a strand of stray hair from her face. She schooled a neutral expression on her face before turning the knob to the door.
At the head of the table, Crescent turned to her and said, "Good, you're here. Sit down."
Adahlia took a seat towards the middle of the table and Eclipse walked in a second later to take the place beside her. Quickly, the conference room filled up with the long-term members of the cult.
The newer recruits were stuck with guard duty.
When the long table was filled, Crescent cleared her throat and whipped out a scroll of paper.
She slammed it on the table and unfurled the scroll. She pinned the two sides down with her hands and stood up, hunching over the map of Eyra.
Adahlia leaned forward to get a better glance at the map. There were red circles around some parts of the city. There were a lot of them. And there was one green circle smack dab in the middle of the scroll.
