A Guardian's Misadventure

[Chapter 1.5]

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(3rd POV)

"Peculiar... truly peculiar, never had I expected for the plot to drift this far." A soft sigh echoed quietly in a lightly lit room.

The occupant of the room stared at nothing with a complicated expression but the smile on their face never left.

"Things are changing... this will be quite troublesome from now on." They remarked while lamenting at the unexpected change of fate.

"Oh? What's the matter Elio? Is your script not going as you intended it to be?" A mature feminine tone asked. 

"Was it not obvious? The plot has now shifted, the future is unseen and now not even destiny holds the reign of our strings." Elio replied with an amused expression.

"It has been burned... torched... incinerated to cinders, destiny's plan as we know it has crumbled to ash." Elio dramatically declared.

"Boring! So what are gonna do now? With your so called script off to the trash?" A younger feminine voice asked sounding bored.

"Come now Silverwolf, no need to be so rude." The older woman replied as Silverwolf simply scoffed.

"Bah! Shut it, Kafka we've been going around jumping from planet to planet, pissing off a lot of people just to follow Elio script and now he's telling us that it's gone? The heck! How is that fair for us?" Silverwolf complained.

"Tch! Be quiet, your being too loud this early in the morning."  Grumpy masculine tone interrupted a few feet away from Elio.

"Whatever old man, not like you have anything to say with how much of a grump you are." The said man huffed in annoyance remaining quiet.

Unaffected by the insult as his eyes was more filled with tiredness and pain that screamed for death.

"Now, now everyone... the script may be ruined... but I think there may still be of benefit to us." Elio reassured his team.

He was if anything quite adaptable to the changes that occured around him, why else wouldn't he be so willing to fulfill his role on the strings of destiny.

Rather than defying it, he embraced it in his own terms though now even the destiny he had followed had not been as absolute as he thought it was.

Not since the glimpse of a burning fire who's light reaches far and wide, it was no malevolent force.

No, he felt the serene and pristine aura it emanated, if he didn't knew what it was, he would assume it to be a servant or something cause by the Harmony herself.

But even that Aeon seemed to pale in comparison to the harmonious choir that surrounded the flames.

But also Order and Equilibrium dance in tandem with this Harmonious Choir and its eternal revolution of creation and destruction.

Fulfilness walked with Emptiness that was endless, a propagating truth that no lies could cover.

A wondrous thing, something far beyond the universe that he wonders just what it was and who had possibly created such miraculous wonder.

Alas he knew not where this Ember of Miracles was, its presence reverberates across the cosmos.

Spread out like an ocean and trying to find where it truly is was utter madness.

Not when it is one with the cosmos thus any foresight he might have would be quite useless against in finding this ever growing ember.

"Uh, how exactly Elio? Didn't you say the script is already gone, poof as in no use anymore?" Silverwolf questioned incredulously.

"I am not talking about the script it's the grand ember that burned it, that would help us." Silverwolf gaped, Kafka stared in curious amusement.

While the man not far away from him stared with a mix of curiosity and near apathy.

"How so? You speak of that ember that is causing quite a ruckus among the aeons since its emergence sometime ago?" Kafka asked with her arms crossed.

"Exactly, that ember is quite fascinating you know... never have I seen something so wondrous and beautiful that even the Remebrance could hardly record much less remember." Elio spoke with eagerness that seemed a bit too childlike.

"Are you crazy? How you call that thing beautiful? I had one look at that thing and I already feel my entire self screaming to run, that thing is nowhere close to being beautiful." Silverwolf argued with a shiver.

The fire, the light, the gaze that felt like the judgement of a lifetime being brought down upon her.

"That's just spices up its beauty, you felt it all? Every path there is, was, will and not accumulated into one being... what else could it be but a miracle of miracles?" Elio argued with a soft smile.

"Nope! Never! Nu-uh! You can't make me! There's no way I'm going to play with fire and this time it's literal!" Silverwolf declared loudly with a firm expression.

"As childish Silverwolf words might be..." The older man finally spoke again ignoring the indignant look from said woman.

"She is right Elio, this the most terrible gamble your making, theres no guarantee that you will convince this thing and our precious successes were only possible because of that script you so ardently use to guide us." He finished.

"I know, Blade but have a little faith since when have I ever been proven wrong?" Elio asked the now named Blade.

"Not since now you were proven wrong and more likely you will do so without your script." Elio held an fake offended and afted as if his heart has been stabbed.

Kafka chuckled at Elio antic. "That's enough Bladie, no need to hurt our poor leader's pride and dignity, we've all made gambles before... what's one last more? What do have to lose? Who knows you might be freed of your curse."

That word alone was enough to sway a man like Blade not after having lived for so long.

The man grunted without a word as Kafka then looked at Silverwolf. "No." The latter flatly spoke before Kafka can even say a word.

"Aww~... is Silverwolf too scared to lose to a new challenged?" She taunted and if Kafka knew anything about her short teammate it's that she doesn't take well to an insult of her capabilities.

"Haha... like that will work on me, I'm prideful bit not stupid." Silverwolf replied dryly.

"Well then... I guess you not the best of the best as you say, your only perhaps second now to miss Herta of the genius society?" Elio realized what Kafka was doing.

"What did you say? Who you calling a second?!" Kafka only smiled which just irritated Silverwolf even more. "Gaaah! F-Fine I'm in but just so you know if we die I blame it on you." Silverwolf exclaimed before leaving the room.

Muttering about Herta, games and 2nd place as she stormed off to her room.

"Well it seems that settles it." Elio clasps his hand, smiling cheerfully despite of the situation moments ago. "Who's up for a roadtrip?" And of course he is still himself despite of everything.

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(Meanwhile)

"Achoo! Okay... who the hell is talking about me now?"

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A/N: and that conclude todays chapter, I hope you all enjoyed and I'll see you all in the next update, Author Out.