(Alright, so this is something by both Zen and I ^_^ Most of the credit goes to Zen, though! It was his idea.)
It had blossomed into something beautiful.
But had started dying.
A glorious planet, named after a precious flower.
Strokes of various colors once lined every inch. Not a single space was left untouched by the purest of life. Elongated trees would reach out to lustrous skies. Their hope rained leaves upon the inhabitants below. Wind was never prejudice in which strand of emerald green grass it would strike.
Clans, which had formed over the years, fought for control. War had a fierce and lethal grip on the planet. Blood consumed the life-filled hues. It tore apart the sky, making way for bleak clouds. Once rarely seen rain, had suddenly become natural. The planet was crying. But only the birds who beat their wings against raging winds could hear.
Enough damage had been taken. Azalea was a flower that could take no more. It crumpled in the stained palms of its once-trusted. Unforgiving, the planet watched as its people were destroyed by themselves. Then by disease. Within a hundred years, the Clans were no more. The Clans were forgotten.
It is present time on Azalea. After years of restoring itself, the planet is becoming something magnificent once more. But how long will its time of return last? Demons are rising. The Clans…are returning.
king balder has not been acting like himself...he stares out a window as his captain came to him (captain) "what is your will my leige" he says (king) "Roland is hiding something...i believe he is allied with these demons and another clan...kill him" he says
his captain is shocked by the request "but sir he is your son" he says but the king gives him a cold look and he leaves and gathers his men and goes to the princes quarters.
(captain)"prince balder you are sentenced to death for treason" he says
the prince just glares at them "treason what proof do you have" he says. (Captain) "The lord of this clan says you are hiding something" he says charging and then a loud explosion and sounds of destruction is heard
the king smiles...until his captain is thrown through the door and he turns to see his son "can't do your dirty work dad but then again your not my father demon" he says
The king smiles as he shifts into a grotesque form.."very good your perceptive prince" he says lunging at him prince Roland stabs him with a blade but the demon smacks him across the room "foolish...that won't work" he says pulling out the blade and charging for him but he stops and turn his head to the right seeing the palace room cut in half and his right side falls..."aaaaahhhh....what you wield ...that...your.. so your this clans...aaaahhh" he says screaming in agony
(prince)"yes i was hiding something...Vires" he says calling upon the true name of the weapon as it becomes a massive blade worthy of the power of strength and with that he takes a massive swing and the force alone cuts the demon in half as the wind rips it apart. The prince looks at the creature, other clan members come to the room and see the king was really infected and possessed they kneel before him.
"My clan members, with my lead we will recover all the blades, defeat all the clans and destroy all these abominations, the clan VIRES will rise along with the name Balder" he says raising the blade high.
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She was hiding in the crowd of people, her hands at her sides. A small smile had formed on her face as she watches Balder lift his blade into the air. With her fingers clasped around her rapier, she pulls it out of the sheathe.
Swiftly, Ollette holds her sword over her head. She disguises her voice, so he wouldn’t know it was her. “Long live Lord Balder!”
The rest of the clan is quick to follow in her actions. Weapons of all kinds were outstretched towards the heavens, and the people all shout in unison. “LONG LIVE LORD BALDER!”
At the age of 16, Ollette is the youngest commander in the Vires Clan. She was fully ready to take orders from someone new. It was time for the Vires Clan to take its rightful place over all others. That would finally be able to happen with Balder at head of the clan, and the wielder of the legendary blade.
The blade that the clan was named after.
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The 23 year old woman bursts through the thick of the trees. But she doesn’t stop running. Her red hair billows like a cape as she picks up speed. Twigs and smaller creatures get crushed beneath her feet. There isn’t a moment of remorse.
“Lady Vendetta!” Someone calls from beside her. Vendetta turns her head to look at the man, who was having difficulty keeping up. His coffee brown eyes rest on her, a solid frown sketched upon his face. Something was wrong.
“Stop calling me that. I prefer Ven. And what is it? Speak up Ageron.” Vendetta barks the order, the harshness flowing between each word and smacking his name.
“You shouldn’t be chasing after this demon. He has already killed enough of our men. We especially can’t afford to lose you, our leader. The Ingenium Clan would definitely fall without you.” Ageron states, his hands forming into fists. He stumbles over his own feet, not used to the speed that Vendetta could run miles at.
She smirks, a devilish look that would set hearts ablaze and burn the soul. “If you’re underestimating me, then I warn you to back away. Otherwise I might have to show you a thing or two personally.”
There is a gulp in response. The older man immediately falls back with the rest of his squad, allowing the leader of their clan to go farther ahead.
“That’s what I thought.” Vendetta laughs to herself. Feeling a sudden shift in the breeze, Vendetta whips out her twin blades. A shark grin quickly forms, spreading from ear to ear and turning her eyes into dark slits.
She barely avoids an upcoming tree branch by leaping onto and off it. Vendetta throws her arms out wide as the world moves slowly around her soaring figure. The trees barely sway with the winds. Birds soar overhead.
And the spirits of hers and other wielder’s victims gathering in each blade makes everything absolutely perfect. Oh how Vendetta loved her blades – Ingenium.
As Vendetta starts to come down, she thrusts the blades forth. Time returns, and there is a booming screech. Vendetta’s blades dig right through the flesh and bone of the massive demon’s back. What a better place to fight than the clearing of a forest?
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A queen. That’s what her clan saw her as. But she saw herself as no more than the same as everyone else.
“All because of you.” Nanali whispers, her red eyes resting on the blade in her hands. “Caelo.”
She didn’t expect a response of any sort. If the weapon had done such a thing, Nanali would have panicked.
“Nana- I mean your highness.” A young boy, at least twelve years of age, says. He kneels and bows at the bottom of the staircase. The last time Nanali had counted, there were only nine stairs. It’s just that they are overly wide, and take up most of the room.
Nanali, who stands on the last step which extends back about thirty feet before becoming another pair of stairs, looks down at the boy. She then sits in the throne, which is placed in the center of the strange platform. It gleams gold as a base, draped over in red satin clothes.
“How old are you?” Nanali questions him. He only lifts his head for a second, and then lowers it once more. She couldn’t help but smile at his rosy cheeks and golden curls. The white clothing he wears also made his skin seem more of a peach.
He answers simply with, “14.”
Nanali is surprised because of how young he looks, and gives a harmonic giggle. So, he is six years older than she. Too young to be king, though. She had to find one. The Caelo clan wasn’t much without one. That’s what others were saying. Nanali believes she is doing a fine job on her own. Also, she much preferred the thoughts of not having to bare someone’s child. Not like everyone expected her to. She would rather die before allowing such a thing.
But that’s how things work in the Caelo clan. It’s a routine that Nanali finds disturbing, from beginning to end: Fight. Marry. Give Birth. Fight. Die. Pass on Caelo to heir. Then the next one is left to pick up the schedule and begin their life.
“What is it you need?” Nanali asks, her voice soft and gentle to the ears. She leans forward a bit, as he was a bit too quiet. But the near emptiness of the room helped, as almost every noise echoed.
“There is a man here. Who says he wants to be your king.” The boy replies after clearing his throat. "He says he can help with giving orders to the soldiers. Help to protect the kingdom."
“Send him away. I do not want him.” Nanali is quick in her response. But she didn’t raise her tone.
The boy gets to his feet, head still lowered. He turns around and storms out of the all-white throne room, the heels of his shoes clacking against marble flooring.
Nanali releases a nearly silent sigh, closing her eyes as she sinks into the throne. Caelo slips out of her grasp, and clanks to the ground at the throne's side.
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“Look at what is in your hands. Open your damn eyes Noctis!” The voice causes a throbbing in the boy’s head. His chilling blue eyes are locked onto the planks of wood that made up a not-so sturdy flooring.
The two male figures stand on a dock. Not the main one, but a forgotten one. A rickety old thing used by fishermen who want lots of peace and quiet. This one is placed under the main, meaning the night seems even darker.
The main dock is an extension off the east wing of the Vox Clan’s city. It is suspended fifty feet above the ocean’s waters and juts out at least two hundred in length and four hundred in width. Festivals and activities of all sorts are held on it.
Shadows play on Noctis’ and the man’s face. Finally, Noctis lifts his gaze to bottom of the sword, which is attached to his back. He could feel his throat constrict as he tries to speak, so the only thing that gets out is a sharp breath.
“Pathetic. You are supposed to be the one to bring the Vox Clan to victory. What was the Lord thinking? There is no way you are the one. If so, then that damn sword is a piece of shit. Just like you.” The man scoffs, spitting the words like they were acid. That’s what it felt like to Noctis, and his eyes burned with the threat of tears.
Noctis finally gets his words to form. “But dad. I’m not the one who even chose to. And…I will lead the clan towards victory. I will do it with Vox. The blade is magnificent, you know.” He thought that his voice would have cracked. Instead, it remained strong. Noctis was glad. He wasn’t going to satisfy his father by being weak. Because Noctis knows that he is far from it.
He could feel the stinging against his cheek and his father’s hand hover over his face. Noctis was all too used to that slap. He had spoken out of turn.
“Just shut up. Learn to remain quiet. Its talk like that that’ll get you murdered.” It was a definite threat. But Noctis found it empty.
The sounds of descending footsteps told Noctis that his father was leaving. He tilts his head back to look at the bottom of the main dock. Water splashes against his face, causing his black hair to cling against his face.
With two deep breaths, Noctis stares out at the endless sea. His heart was like an anchor in his chest. Before he was even aware, it had sunk with a painful thud.
The weight of the Vox Clan had been placed on him…not even a month ago. And on his 16th birthday.
“I know I can do this…” Noctis snarls under his breath. He quickly pulls Vox off his back and holds it out to the ocean’s waters. With a slight twist of his wrist his eyes suddenly pulsate red and the blade trembles. The water shoots upwards before parting, and then disperses into rain that drenches him. “With the power of sound. The power to control wavelengths. I will.”
The accelero clan was ambushed by demons and some were being killed. There was this one large grotesque demon that could actually talk. (Demon) "Yes my brothers lets seize this realm and drag the mortals to the ends of hell" it said as it bit into a Accelero clan member. A warrior ran to the clan leader..."Miyata... we must flee, we are no match for the likes of this creature" he says
Miyata stares the monster down, as the smaller ones charge at him but miyata dodges skillfully at the last second and within seconds closes the gap between him and the head demon; He is taken back by miyata's speed but the monster dodges and hits miyata with is powerful tail. Miyata goes flying and lands on a jagged piece of marble that embeds itself into his leg. "AAAAHHHHH" he calls out as his legs were damaged and the demon laughs as he feels victory is his.
The rest of the clan members begin to lose hope everyone had thought for sure that Miyata was the one to recieve accelero as his blade was handed down by generations.
The demon roars an ugly roar to signify his victory. As the monsters increase in number and the head demon gets closer to Miyata.
(Miyata) "Well, shota its the end of our clan" he says
Shota bites his lip as he has given up. As the head demon gets closer its drool dripping all over them as it gets ready to eat them in a flash all the minor demons heads are cut off. (Head demon) "MY BROTHERS...AHHH!!!!" he screams looking around to see who did such a thing. The clan members are stunned they look at miyata wondering if it was him but it wasn't. "SHOW YOURSELF COWARD" the head demon screams As a cyclone approaches but it stops and when the wind settles everyone see's that its Bolt. "O its BOOOOLLLTT" one screams and the clan members cheer. Miyata looks on and Bolt looks around. (Demon) "You think you are fast, you think it matters i have hundreds of thousands of demon pawns" he says. In a second Bolt is behind him and he is sheathing the sword. (Bolt) "Burn in hell" he says as the demons vision blurrs and it is cut in half. "How..i......i didnt see him" he says
No one had seen accelero in action or at all in this lifetime for the clan. All that he saw was bolt grab the blade and a second later he is seen sheathing it. The people cheer for bolt and ask to see the blade but he keeps it with him at all times. He goes to help Miyata up and he just smiles as their warrior finally came and showed up because many believed the blade accelero was lost but it is in the hands of BOLT.
The demons are scouring the globe, but have converged in a cavern in the earth where they plotting. Demons are nasty creatures as diverse and different as humans some are unitelligent and beastly others have brains the ones that are at the top. Cirno is one of the top demons.
He paces back and forth as the other demons rally, they have been released from the pits of hell. "HAIL lucifer" some demon shouts and cirno shoots him with demonic energy..."This was not the work of lucifer, someone tore open a gateway" he says. (Civan) "please only one thing could do that and that weapon was lost ages ago in the pit, not even lucifer could retrieve it since he is of supernatural creation and no human has the hatred and evil necessary to control it" he says as he was another powerful demon. CIVAN
The demons get quiet as Valstro the strongest demon approaches...
"The one who weilds the hell blade is the one who did this, we must find him and the other destined and kill them all to lay claim to this planet, they are wretched creatures these humans no sense of order they fight amongst each other with the power that was given to them as a gift by the gods, they are unfit and we must kill every last one" he says and the demons cheer.
-Elswhere somewhere in Azalea-
A hooded man is surrounded by warriors from the clan Lumen and Atrum, light and dark. They were fighting amongst themselves and some how he was brought into the fight. He murders members from each clan with his bare hands to the point where he is now feared by both. (Atrum Clan) "What monster is he to kill both, what clan is he from" they ask. The man approaches them but both clans decide to rush him in an attempt to kill him but he jumps straight up in the sky and stays there. (Man) "Who am i....hahaha i am ATHENS" he says revealing himself
"And this is INFERNUM" he says as the clan members run for their lives they have heard stories of the blade of hell, and the stories were true. Athens laughs as they run..."The clan of hell, will rule all" he says as he takes a massive swing opening up a large gateway which sucks in members of both clans, causing their bodies to break, the arms of monsters and demons pull them into the abyss of hell till no one is left. Athens lands....with a most sinister look on his face, the man was psychotic
Her eyes glide from side to side, watching as each and every person disperses. They leave the area to go to do their original activities. The cheer had probably gone on for at least a half an hour. After minutes pass, the only two left are Ollette and Balder. She has her hands folded over her chest, having just sheathed her rapier. With long and graceful strides, Ollette stands before Balder. She swiftly drops to one knee and bows her head as a show of respect.
“It is an honor to be in your presence, my lord.” Ollette states, her tone filled with admiration towards him.
She holds her blades crossed before her. Discolor of the spirits radiates away from her, and moaning and other ominous cries can be heard.
“You’re going to join them. You’ll add onto the hundreds of other demons these lovely weapons contain. Humans, too, I suppose. So don’t go feeling special or anything.” Vendetta laughs, her eyes locked onto her target. The demon couldn’t form words with its strange muzzle. Instead, it makes a hissing sound.
Vendetta lunges, as does the demon. The beast swings a massive, clawed, hand to her right side. She doesn’t dodge the strike, but instead takes the hit. But, her blades are stuck in the demon’s palm. Vendetta’s heels dig into the ground as she goes skidding with the demon, as it keeps moving its arm. Finally, Vendetta pulls her blades out. The blue aura on her blades suddenly swarms around the demon’s hand, replacing blood as it pours out of the wounds. She snickers as the demon writhes around on the dead grass, screaming and crying.
She whirls around, and starts walking away from the bawling beast. That Cheshire smile forms on Vendetta’s face once more.
Behind her, the demon is slowly disintegrating. Turning into blue dust…that would soon gather into the Ingenium blades.
Her angelic voice fills the royal gardens. With silent footsteps, Nanali travels through the seemingly never-ending maze. But she had only gotten lost once, and that was when she was nothing more than a child. Now, she knew her way around this place as if a map was embedded into her eyes.
She continues to sing, inspired by all of the green within the area. That was one of the most wonderful aspects of the Caelo Clan. Their kingdom was composed of so much life, from its people to its scenery.
Nanali’s sword is at her right hip, as she is left handed.
She loved these moments. The peace. Being alone. Away from every judgmental person. The gardens are her sanctuary.
But how long will the peace last? How long until she must step up to battle?
With a quiet breath of crip air, Nanali comes to a stop. She rubs her fingers along the Caelo's sheathe, and sighs.
She is in a lab like area running tests on her blade...."Hmm power over plasma, technical abilities" she says walking around the blade thats hovering. A clan member grabs the blade and it shocks her..."AAHHH MEGUMI SAN" she screams. "Hmm it knows who mommy is" she says smiling