I N F I N I T E S

Angel of Beauty

Redrig clapped his hands together with a grin.
"Haha yes, now the armor will fully recognize him as it's master."
Frost approached Redrig and tugged on his robe to get his attention.
"Excuse me Master Redrig, but how do you know so much about Lighteen?"
"Oh that's an old story from an old man. I doubt you'd want to hear it."
He snapped his fingers and a stool slides over to him and he sat down.
"I've lived for quite some time, so I don't think stories from me will mean anything to a young lad like you."
Frost shook his head and sat down on the floor.
"No, I really want to know. You've just been normally really secretive."
He stroked a hand through his beard.
"That I have haven't I."
He sat in contemplation for a moment, then he looked back to Frost.
"Very well I'll tell you. You should all gather round. It is not often that I'll share this."
Fern plopped down with his legs crossed on the ground, and Tessra leaned her backside on a table. Redrig took a sip from one of the bottles on the table beside him.
"It was about eighty years ago... yes eighty. I was but a young lad no more than six. That is when I met her. She was a Lighteen that went from town to town settling disputes and defending travelers from bandits and monsters. There are some things that my memory is not so sharp on, but she is as sharp as an obsidian blade in my mind. SHe appeared young and beautiful with long light pink hair and braided jewels. She wore a cape that would flow gently in the wind. She had a face as refined and pure as a flower. Just as our friend here has a symbol meaning peace, she had a symbol too.
It was like a star upon her face and it stood for the word beauty. Her name was Lilian."
Frost seemed to be enjoying listening to Redrig's story as he began to ask questions.
"Did you love her?"
Redrig's eyes seemed to drift off as if he was in another time.
"Yes, I loved her as if she was my own mother. You see my mother had died from a sickness when I was very young, so I never got to experience a mother's love til I met her. She showed me kindness and her gentle touch. She was beloved by all she met."
Fern turned his lip up to one side.
"So Lighteen used to just roam the countryside?"
"Yes quite. They would help anyone and everyone they could which meant they would often Travel to many places beyond just our world of Cynthil. All lighteen were tasked to help anyone in need. Their symbol is what they represented, it was the very core of their being and what they bring to those around them."
Tessra glanced over at Brite, whom was sitting with his knees close to his face as he intently sat their not understanding a single word.
"So Brite is supposed to bring peace to everyone?"
""Well it could mean that, or it could mean that he is someone who sees that fighting isn't the answer."
"You're saying he won't like to fight?"
"No what I'm saying is that he will do his best to make sure fighting doesn't have to happen."
Tessra put her hands around her utility belt and looked on as if trying to dismiss that the childish thing before her would even know how to fight.
"Now as I was saying Lighteen would go about as adventurers and help those in danger. Each Lighteen was given some form of weapon or item that would express their individual power. It was an extension of themselves that they used to channel their abilities."
Fern pointed a thumb at Brite.
"Then why does he have that suit?"
"Lighteen must wait until they have proven themselves to be what their symbol means. Then and only then shall they receive their tool. For example Lilian had proven herself when she had shown her inner beauty. She had helped a town grow all of their crops that they so desperately needed. They offered her the last coin that they had. She had declined it saying that she had no need of it. It was then that she stood covered in dirt, mud, and sweat from the fields that it came to her."
Frost eagerly scooched closer to Redrig.
"What came to her."
"The Blade of Inner Beauty. Her tool was a shining sword that ended in a metal star. When she used it she would be able to fight her enemies with the grace of a dancer. Wherever she waved the blade plants would grow and bloom."
Brite could not understand what was happening, but he could sense the happiness coming form the old man. Tears bean to form in his eyes.
"You see we had a name for the Lighteen. We didn't always call them Lighteen. To us we called them divines or angels. A name rightfully earned by her."
Tears fell from his eyes and onto his lap.
"Lilian Angel of Beauty."