Nightingale | Hyung line FF✔

9

I was having trouble trying to think of ways to get them away from her. But she seemed to know who I was going to before I went to them, as every time I tried to find one of them alone, it failed. She was always there with them. I was about to give up all hope when I came across some books in the library in the manor that actually filled in some blank spaces on who I was. There were two books that mentioned the protectors of the vail and also the creators of the vail. That stood out to me as I read further. They said that the creators were very old and that they knew a lot of secrets and one of them was a way to travel to another dimension.

Then I came across a book that said that the creators also created a human being. A human that could not die. This was what the protectors were originally, half human half demon once the creator 'blessed' them with power and immortality.
so the Masters were created specifically to maintain balance and keep the creators... or celestials.. or the many other names my kind apparently has been called. The book continued on to say that the protectors were powered by the creators and the image drawn was of heavenly looking maidens completely naked, clearly giving pleasure and receiving pleasure from these half demons.

"Through the body power is shared.... what does that..?" I questioned myself softly as I camped out in the library, a blanket and pillow to keep comfortable on the floor as I read all I could. As I searched more, I found a book that decoded some language I'd never seen, but there was a book that was written in that language and I could only hope that I could find the answers I needed to help me.... and two days of decoding this deep blue with golden ornate designed book and I managed to find something.
"So... sexual contact powers not only the celestial, but the protector as well... protectors are chosen for the celestial.. together they keep the balance from shifting too far one way or the other. Okay..." I sighed, rubbing my forehead hoping to keep all this information safe and not forget it.
"Hm... so the bond between celestial and protectors grows until the need for power strikes once the celestial reaches their twenty first year. Evil will not be able to prevent the prophecy of the celestial and her protectors as it is not a prophecy but a guarantee, often mistaken as the prophecy of Hellia." I continued.
"The Celestial will gain power from her 18th year, she must rest often and learn to control this power, the sooner she starts the better." I looked around the room, still and quiet.
"So I can use magic... or whatever this power I have is, I just need to learn to control it." I set the books down and walked over to the table some feet away from me. I had to practice using this power, this magic that I had within me. So I set some books in stacks on top of the table in the library of the mansion. Once set up I tried to focus on them, I didn't know what I was doing though so I just stood there and glared at these books, waiting for my magic to work and move the stacks.

My magic didn't work though. I was so confused as to why it wasn't working.

"This power is within me. I can't give up. I have to get control."

I began to chant this over and over, I stood there chanting till my eyes watered. It was like I was speaking to a baby, something I had to learn to control. I looked down at my hands.

"I can't give up."

My eyes widened and focused back on the stacks of books and I took a deep breath.

"I can do this. I can do this." I chanted again.

I closed my eyes and breathed in and breathing out, I opened my eyes and focused on the stack of books. I took another deep breath and tried to focus my magic. I tried to envision not just the stacks moving, but me... myself. I envisioned me moving the stacks, me using my power, I envisioned what the color of it would look like... I imagined a bright light, gold around the edges.

As I envisioned this, my hands warmed. that warmth then spread throughout my body and took control. The stacks started to wiggle, to move and as I slowly breathed in, trying to tell them where I wanted them to go- I lowered my hands and spoke silently about where I wanted them to go.... and they went. Books flying down isles and placing themselves back into their places. I smiled, amazed with myself for a moment before I tried to conjure up wind like I had before. The breeze was light, a few loose papers on a desk ruffled but nothing more than that. It all stopped suddenly, and my body felt heavy and like I couldn't handle it anymore.
Just then an ear splitting scratch howled in through the large window in the library. The window shattered and in came one of those bird men creatures. Naked, feathers only covering parts of him but not the manly parts. It didn't speak, instead it charged at me, grabbing me by the throat and lifting me against the bookcase. His beak nipped at my dress, putting cuts in it and even nipping my skin. I was scared, but unable to scream. I couldn't do anything. I stilled, closed my eyes and cried out internally for the only person I thought who might actually listen...