I Draw, it Lives: Ficeblaze

Chapter Five - The Ficeblaze Siblings

"We'll be having our visitor beyond the next dawn, brother."

A smooth, rich, legato voice slipped through the broken glass of moonlight at the door, where it was drawn open. A tall lady, who had a night jacket over her shoulder and a floating Orb of Light beside her as a torch in the dark blue room, walked in and penetrated the small office room. For once, a fiery spark was swinging in there, a whimsical and mystical feeling through the fire and flames gently caressing his brother's eyes.

Outside a story was told in the seas of stars. The skies in front were concealed by clouds traveling their nightly route in the skies, spreading as far as the deep indigo color of the sky streaked the sky like paint. But the view had been covered in the gauzy cloth of the silver, silken curtains, veiling the moonlight in a smooth embrace.

"You do not need to mention it again. I am fond of it." The male voice was unbelievably smooth and calm, as if an angel had sucked out his other voice. He turned to his sister with his trademark grin, flashing in the moonlight. "You seem eager for it, since you're still up."

The sister only stilled. "You are still up yourself," She said, shaking her head. "Why?"

The brother turned back, finger placed beneath his chin. "Deep in thought." His voice trailed away into a faint whisper, as if an effect of fade cut the rest of his voice. "I am at bliss to meet the last Chosen Warrior. But I am curious as to how capable and her skills would be."

His sister looked up to him as he rose, walking close to the window. He placed a clean palm on it.

"Not only she is the Chosen Warrior, but she must prove herself worthy of me showing her where the Harp is," He continued. "I already know where it is. However..."

His eyebrows furrowed.

"I hate to learn the fact that she must destroy it."

The sister frowned with him. Of course. That was their father's—until grasping the cold, steel tales of Nebekenesa bringing their father to their knees, killing him, and taking the Harp into his possession. All, a selfish and cruel act for his desires, to him...

The sister looked to the ground. "I understand," She mumbled, "but it's for emotions. She's the one to do it, but letting go of the Harp..."

She pursed her lips.

"I really hate the feeling."

But when the jaws of despair shattered her face, welcoming her into the dark mouth inside and swallowing her piece by piece, her brother slid his palm from the window and turned to her. There, he cracked a hopeful smile, sheathing away the despair that began adorning his sister's face in dark jewels, bracelets, and a crown.

"Do not worry," He spoke gently. "For Birch is going to be saving emotions. Emotions of our people, and all."

"And she will lift from her depression."

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The gated walls were ringing the far side of the kingdom. As Birch, Felix, and Hanako walked up toward it the gates were opened. The flash of the gates' shines grew more frenzied when they escaped to a tunnel that led to a Windshire Bus.

All of them hopped in as soon as the bus opened for them. As the wrought-iron door shuts behind them they all take their seats, seconds before the place vibrates and bumped when the Bus took action.

The Bus entered into a tunnel that opened up like a yawn through the carvings of the walls.

Birch closed her hands together. Since she would be meeting two ultimate gods of the entire nation she was welcomed to linger and rest in, she knew she needed a good appearance. She was fixed with her same robe, but had a soft, pillowy black coat embroidered with gold touchings on the pockets, rim of the coat, and around the arms and shoulder. She also wore plain but soft black gloves.