Caelestra, the Heavenly Continent Vol. 1

Chapter 5 - Bellatrix Part One

Chapter 5 - Bellatrix Part One

As the story progresses into a new phase, we shall now focus on a different part of this vast floating continent we heavenly beings call home. I am most pleased to deliver this second part of the horrible- epic tale, or I am just pleased the former protagonist has finally left the room learning he is not the center of attention anymore. His former tries at making me write more about his evil- noble life have been firmly refused, and I can now continue on to the next companion of our sad- wonderful group.

Our attention is now drawn all the way to a certain place situated close to the center of the continent – The city Pyralis. Just as the name “of fire” suggests, the people of this city burned with a passion as strong as the flames of the God they worshiped – The Fire God Aidan, the one who has been introduced in the last chapter, and marked in all your minds as a gentleman who ran after a drunk girl while burning down a forest. But, enough about the broken hearted God who lost the love of his life for at least a century, as I move on to describe the race of the people of this fiery city.

Celosia – a being with rough skin, red eyes, dark hair, strong bodies, and enormous strength. They are taller and bigger than any other heavenly race, beings with a strong thirst for adventure, battle, and even blood. They are nothing like the slight, lean, gentle and graceful looking elves with their delicate features, fair skin, and elegant pointy ears.

Even though by now, dear reader, you may be asking yourself: “What about Bast?” and even though it troubles me to have to talk even more about him, I like to deliver the whole truth as clearly as I can, so that you can understand. The comparison has to be made. And even though Bast was just like any other elf when it comes to looks, if not even more delicate looking, he is probably even worse than the whole Celosia race together when it comes to thirst for blood and adventure. He is in no way normal, and should not be taken as such. But, when I think about it, no one in our group is actually normal, and you have my apologies for that.

Ah, and by now you are already wondering what the next protagonist is like, is that not so? Then I shall delay no further, and introduce you to her. Yes, the next person to sadly- happily embark on the journey that linked all our destinies together, was a girl.

To understand her, you had to understand the people around her, and the life she went through in the fiery city Pyralis. The city was in no way small. In it's center was a vast stadium, with seats which could fill as many people as the city itself contained. Celosias, tired from their work, would come to the stadium for a taste of blood and adventure, eyes shining brightly as they watched fellow Celosias fight each other, spilling blood, braking bones, proving their might and strength. The ones who dared venture into the battle arena were regarded highly, true warriors. To tell the truth, they acted nothing like the gentlemanly and tea loving god they venerated, and only the passion in their heart even resembled Aidan. It was a true city of warriors.

The stadium was made of hard stone, the seats going all the way down like stairs and stopping a way before the dirty ground, the dried blood evident in it's surface, the smell driving the cheering crowd mad as they called the name of the warrior they chose.

Now, do you see that young girl who smirks haughtily and provokingly at the man before her, confidence evident in her red eyes, the grip on her sword tight as she eagerly awaits the moment of bloodshed? The one who's grin is now wide as she goes in one sudden leap towards her opponent, who is shocked at the speed, and barely stops the blow with his own sword, before they go into an intense battle, swords clacking against each other violently? Yeah? You do? Okay, by now you should now me, and how I'm going to say that is not her, and to look behind her. For behind her, was the true protagonist: Bellatrix. With a name that means female warrior, the little and petite girl of twelve stood shivering in the dark entrance which stood under the lowest seat of people, barely holding the pile of weapons in her puny little hands, cringing every time the loud roar of the crowd sounds in her already covered ears.

The cute little wool hat with bunny ears covered her long pink hair, red eyes staring fearful at the bloody fight which unraveled from her privileged, but unwanted view.

In a world where strength was everything, the delicate little girl was oddly misplaced, a sense of non-belonging always there in her heart. She was a truly good girl, with a nice and innocent heart. Her face always showed what was on her mind, but perhaps that was what made her truly frightening. Even if you know what is on someone's mind, how do you know what is behind it? And so I will say she is- What do you mean: “Bast pinched me to death?” And stop crying! What? “Why are you ignoring me and continuing writing?” you say? Sigh. It looks like I will never have the silence and calm needed for writing. Just when one leaves, here comes the other.

I am sorry for the interruption, dear reader, but the aforementioned girl is now standing right by me, bawling her heart out with oddly red cheeks, telling me to punish Bast, and not even daring to read what I say to her, instead saying I ignore her!

Anyway, ignoring the terribly distracting crying, I shall continue to tell the little baby's- girl's story. No one in the city knows much about her origins, having been left at the Fire god's temple when she was only an infant, an envelope held tightly between her small curled fingers. Inside was only one word: Bellatrix. Whoever had left her there had not even given her more than that – just a name, who she was. But, as you may have noticed, she was never someone like her name described – a female warrior. Instead, she is the cause of my feather trembling at the irritation of the never-ending crying. And so I have to excuse myself from the reader for a few moments, “punish Bast” as is asked from me, so that I can continue to relay this terrible- epic tale to all of you who dare to read this story. Sigh. Even when he isn't here, that damned- ahem! That elf manages to ruin my delicate writing mood.

Ah, I now come back relaxed from taking out my frustration, and shall continue the tale. The silence is truly magnificent, perfect for writing this twisted- epic tale. But, I shall warn you, this story shall never go in a peaceful direction, considering who the protagonists are. Do not for one moment think that nothing twisted will happen because a crybaby- delicate girl is now the center of the tale's attention. You have been warned, and those of you with the courage to still venture further, and read the twisted- beautiful tale, have my respect.

[A.N.: And a new character is introduced! Please tell me what you think of her~ But, she really isn't all that she seems. ;D To know more about her, you'll have to read on...Anyway, please leave a comment with your most desired opinion, whichever it may be, and vote if you like it! I don't know if I have said it before, but I vote can totally makes my day! So, don't me shy~ xP]