“We’re awake.” The solitary man standing in the midst of flames scrutinized the ancient words whispered through trembles in the ground, seeking any sign that this message was not from an Ancient, and only from a mere trickster. “We’re returning.” The flames stayed strong around the man, only flickering as any flame would, despite their black appearance. No sign was given that this was tampered with. No, these words came from the Ancients, the gods themselves.
Ignorant human guards stood watch by the grand doors, not able to hear these words, for only a pureblood would be able to.
“Who is returning?” He questioned slowly, allowing his words to sink in before expecting a response. His brows furrowed as frantic whispers followed his own words, giving no logical answer. “Who?” He called again, this time louder.
“We,” The reply was instantaneous, and furious. “We the rightful rulers. We the night, and the storm, and the sun. We the moon, the day, and the light. We are returning to claim what is ours.”
“Why would you return?” It was a struggle to keep the panic from his voice, and his stringy red hair was now plastered to his forehead by a thin layer of sweat.
“The one who is evil. The one of the sand and storms and desert. The one who murdered one of our own and was struck down by the light and air. The ancient one is returning, and we along with him. We shall stop his tyranny, yet we need the guiding light. The savior is required if we are to live. We must live. We must live. We must live. We must live.” Pale yellow eyes narrowed slightly in confusion, but the man knew better than to ask pointless questions. The Ancients do not stay long.
“When are you returning? Shall we prepare for you?” By now the poor dark haired man had been communicating for a half hour, and he could not bring himself to even acknowledge the small beads of sweat dripping from the tip of his nose onto the floor of coal. He could not bring himself to break the link now.
“The first to pass through shall be a child many years from now, yet many years ago. It will be the night, and the storm, and the sun. It shall be the moon, the day, and the light.” With that the voices whipped into a frenzy, repeating the words, growing in volume with each one.
Pale green eyes snapped open to their full width before the sand around him rushed up to meet the man’s back, catching him and ensuring he did not receive harm in a fall.
The two light haired guards stared with open jaws and unfiltered awe, something the man was used to by now, although humans guards were rarely used at the Academy.
Still, for them, it was abnormal to see a man who appeared average at first glance, with his dark red hair and pale golden eyes, was a pureblood, believed to essentially be a man who has the blood of a god running through his veins.
“Takeda!” The humans stepped aside to allow the girl who arrived through, armor clinking slightly. The man’s dull eyes refused to fully focus, only barely registering the woman who was now in his view. With floor length gray hair trailing behind her the woman knelt at his side, holding a hand over his chest with a scoff. “Idiot. You strained yourself so much that you caused internal bleeding.”
Takeda scoffed, eyes narrowing in pain as her hand was enveloped in a faint pink light, the same light radiating from her eyes. “It doesn’t matter,” He began as the light spread through his body rapidly. “T-they said they were returning.” Leaning his head back Takeda closed his eyes and allowed a faint smirk to cross his lips. “They said one of them will be a descendant until a full awakening.” By now the woman’s bright violet eyes were wide, trained on the man as they continued to glow from the use of her power. Without speaking the woman shook her head and continued to heal the man’s internal injury, fearful of saying something that may cause a dreadful reaction. “Kima.” He practically growled, grabbing one of her hands and grinning. A flash of fear crossed Kima’s features as she recoiled, moving to scoot back only to realize she was unable to. She wasn’t afraid to admit that the look of pure insanity in his eyes frightened her. “Our gods are returning.”
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Descendants Of Darkness ~Book One Of The Descendants Trilogy~
Fantasy“We,” The reply was instantaneous, and furious. “We the rightful rulers. We the night, and the storm, and the sun. We the moon, the day, and the light. We are returning to claim what is ours." “Why would you return?” It was a struggle to keep the pa...
