In the far land of Asxairo, off the distant ruins of the Rovien Sea lives a damnation to the kingdoms. She is something beyond the great bounds of the ancestors and the Gods. She is an unstoppable force and she has a mission to complete.
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The cold water pierced through her skin and clothes as she came in contact with it, the slight warmth of the sun not merely enough to warm her up. Dark strands of hair clung to her pale face, her figure shaking as she wrapped her arms around herself.
"Try not to drown, Alesandria!" A taunting voice called out to her, capturing her attention and her eyes green-grey eyes narrowed. A curse fell from her lips, her legs willing to swim her body to the edge of the lake before she planted her palms on the grass and pulled herself out of the water.
Dropping onto the grass, she was barely able to recover her breath when shadows blocked the rays of the sun, her body becoming colder. Above her, Venix, Yongui, and Onyx stood with their arms crossed and brows raised.
It was barely dawn, the wind still cold and the silhouette of the mountain towering over the trees. Souls were still asleep, even the sun had risen yet but the water was still as unwelcoming and freezing as ever.
Waking up at four in the morning was not the way Alesandria wanted to start off her day, especially on an empty stomach. She was hoping for a few more hours of sleep under her warm sheets, maybe an apple or two for breakfast before training.
But turns out, magical beings had an appetite for danger and were restless, especially when a few hours of the night still lingered in the sky.
Damn their restless, immortal souls.
"If you want to kill me, there are easier ways besides drowning me" she spat, her chest expanding for more air. The magic beings towering over her shared a laugh or two, empty and dry.
"Please, if we wanted to kill you, we would have done it the hard way," Onyx said, kicking at her sides. The village girl frowned again, rushing her fingers through her hair before pulling herself up off the ground. "What is the point in this?" she hissed at all three of them. "Besides taunting me?"
"Trust me, there are easier, funnier ways to taunt with your half immortal soul, Alesandria" Yongui purred, curling her nails at her. "But you need to master the art of water mental training if you want to survive half of the oath." The village girl scuffed, hugging her arms around her white shirt. "And how is drowning me going to help me?" she asked, raising her brows.
Venix raised her brows, her violet eyes twinkling even in the mere presence of darkness. "To you mortals, water is a friend. A simple substance you frolick around into cool or wash off or live off of" she said, crossing her arms over her chest as she paced around the girl in teasing circles. "But to us immortals, water can be a friend and an enemy. It is filled with powerful creatures and lingers down into the deepest, darkest depths of the world. The waves are killers and the oceans are a damning kingdom that won't think twice to kill you."
The BloodBone stopped in front of the girl, tilting her head up to meet her gaze. "Following the drift?" she asked, a sly smirk on her lips. Fear pierced through Alesandria's body and she instantly nodded, the sight of those violet orbs sending a chill down her spine.
