"Aren't you tired? You're already past your bedtime." Ryker questioned his sister, His head resting on his palm.
"I'm not! I don't want to sleep this early!" His sister declared, throwing a tantrum over her bedtime.
"We can play outside for a bit, but this is just an exception for today." He declared, standing up on his feet.
"Really? Let's go! Let's go!" Her black pupils grew in excitement, running towards the door, and she opened it in a hurry.
The cold breeze brushed against her shoulders, but that wasn't enough to change her mind.
Ryker watched her from inside, his eyes following every movement of hers.
Out of nowhere, she dived into the snow, only her legs stuck out.
Ryker, worried, sprinted towards her, pulling her out by her legs.
"What do you want? Put me down!" She muttered under her breath, scratching Ryker's hand.
He sighed, mistakenly letting go of her to wipe the sweat rolling down his brow.
The girl clutched her head in pain. "Hey! What is your problem!" She shouted, pointing her finger at her brother.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that! I can pay you back with a performance!" He mumbled, his head lay low, disappointed in himself.
"Performance? I love performances!" She declared, her eyes shining like stars.
Ryker stepped back. "Look at this!" He closed his eyes, pointing his finger to the sky, and a crimson beam shot out of it, followed by many others.
He crouched down and picked up his sister. "Look closely."
In an instant.
Those beams exploded like fireworks, casting a shadow over the ground.
"Now, don't let go of me." A blue fire materialized in his free hand, enveloping them both in a second.
The girl closed her eyes, tightly hugging her brother. "I'm scared!" She cried out.
"Open your eyes," Ryker whispered into her ear.
"I'll trust you for once!" Her eyes slowly fluttered open. Finding themselves deep in the sky.
"I call this… A private fireworks show! Ryker shouted, his voice echoing in the sky.
Abruptly, he let go of his sister.
"Why did you let go of me!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, her limbs flailing around.
"You really thought I'd let go of you for no reason?" He hushed. Opening her eyes with his fingers.
She was lying on crimson colored stairs.
She almost stumbled trying to stand up.
"Where does this lead to?" She questioned, her face expressing concern.
"You'll see." He mumbled in a low voice. Vanishing into blue fire particles.
The girl cautiously climbed the stairs leading to nowhere.
"I should've just gone to bed." She thought to herself, wrapping her hands around each other.
A while passed, but the end of the staircase was nowhere to be seen.
The girl, tired, was lying on one of the stairs. "I'm tired…" Her eyes slowly closed on their own.
"Didn't think this would actually work." A voice whispered from above, inching closer and closer to her with each word muttered by him.
His hands wrapped around her, carrying her.
With a flick of his fingers, the stairs vanished.
Not leaving a single trace behind.
It was Ryker, and right now, he was falling to the ground.
His feet were seconds away from touching the surface.
But in a split second, a pit of fire materialized out of nowhere, but Ryker didn't flinch, as if he was expecting this.
He gracefully landed in it. But he was quick enough to jump out of it, not to let his sister wake up.
Walking towards the hut's door, he opened it with a quick snap.
The floor creaked as he set foot on it.
He laid his sister on the ground, wrapping her with a handmade blanket.
"Sleep tight, little angel…" He kissed her left cheek goodnight.
In an instant, he disappeared and reappeared out of the hut. He sat on a freshly made crimson chair, staring at the stars, he said. If only my parents weren't deceased… If they were still alive, they would have been proud of what I have become, or that's at least what I think. Sometimes, late at night, I imagine their faces, smiling softly, watching me from somewhere beyond, and it gives me that tiny motivation that makes me not give up on this harsh world." A tear rolled down his cheek, dropping onto the ground.
The tear splattered as it touched the surface, its rough edges twitched as if resisting the pull of a force it cannot handle. At first, it was nothing but light, then a faint outline began to take shape within it.
A face. It wasn't human. No…
Horns stuck out of its skull.
Its eyes were hollow, swallowed by a deep darkness.
It held a sword and plunged into thousands of bodies.
Clad in jet black armor, an earring was hanging from its right ear.
Its presence was menacing; a demonic aura surrounded it. The air withered around it. As if it were being replaced by its aura itself.
Suddenly, reality shifted around Ryker. Consuming him entirely.
He stood up in confusion, clutching the hilt of his sword in caution.
Before him lay the same figure reflected in the tear.
Ryker stepped closer to it.
Unaware of what's coming.
The figure's hollowed eyes gleamed a bright purple, glaring at Ryker's.
Ryker unsheathed his sword, pointing it at the unknown. "Who are you? Where am I?" He shouted in a sturdy voice, and an aura rippled around his sword.
The figure's mouth opened slightly. "Me…? I am death."
In a split second, its sword was inches away from Ryker's face.
Ryker avoided it by a thread, his hair sliced clean at the ends as the blade flew past his ear. The force of the swing tore the air apart, sending a shockwave that made his insides twitch.
His boots scraped against the ground, barely managing to regain his balance.
Their eyes met, but it was already too late.
The figure was already in front of him, eyes burning with darkness, a sword manifested right in his palm. He raised it high, aura crackling across its end.
"Too slow…" The figure muttered, his voice echoed with scorn.
Before Ryker could breathe, the strike came down. The impact split the scene where he had stood moments before, Dust exploding outwards.
Ryker's chest lifted. "I can't keep dodging forever!" The Aura radiating off the figure was suffocating, enough to bring down an entire elephant.
Ryker stepped back in a hurry, and crimson particles floated around him.
"I was having a good day, but you ruined it," he said, his form lowering into a fighting stance, his fingers collided with each other.
SNAP!
His hand flickered, followed by a…
BOOM!
A crimson beam came out of the ground, enveloping the figure entirely.
Ryker let out a tired sigh. "Did I… Kill it?" He hushed. His fingers turned purple.
Unexpectedly.
A figure's edges began to take shape.
"How…?!" Ryker muttered.
The person had come out, unharmed.
Its face was falling out. No.
It was just a mask.
Armor crumbled with each step.
Its dark aura cast a cloud on top of him.
With a single raise, he pointed the sword at Ryker.
"You're dead."
Tons of beams manifested around him.
Each is aiming for a vital point of Ryker's.
Ryker, mouth wide open out of surprise, didn't expect this.
SHHKRRRCH!
They all pierced him.
Leaving him a bloody mess.
The figure vanished, suddenly reappearing in front of Ryker.
It lifted Ryker's chin.
His eyes glared daggers at him.
Unexpectedly.
The mask covering his face fully crumbled.
Its horns fell with it, as if they were nothing but a disguise.
A feminine face hid inside it.
In a split second, the figure backstepped, scrambling to cover her face.
"You're lucky!" It shouted, voice echoing with each syllable muttered.
Out of nowhere, it vanished, leaving behind nothing but its mask.
Ryker was in no state to walk, but. "If I can get a hold of that mask, I might be able to know this person's identity."
He crawled towards it, leaving behind a trail of blood.
He reached for the mask.
But he couldn't keep going; his limp hand dropped.
Ryker's red eyes were replaced with nothing but lifelessness.
But fortunately, his hand landed on the mask.
…
..
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[Character Interface]
Name: Selara
Age: 24
Level: 81
Race: Elf
Status: Alive [Partially]
Title(s): Elegant Swordmaster.
+109 Strength
+81 Agility
+64 Intelligence
Aura Color: Violet
Aura Core: Bright-Grade [Corrupted]
Mana Color: Purple
Mana Core: Standard-Grade
--- SKILLS —
Aura Slash (Lvl 17), Aura Beam (Lvl 18), Mana Manifestation (Lvl 21), Aura Counter-Attack (Lvl 8)
--- Special Skills ---
Elegant Sword Dance (Lvl 2)
Description: A Fluid, Mesmerizing Battle Dance Where The User Moves With Upmost Grace, Followed By Thousands Of Beams Tearing The Surface To Pieces, Leaving Nothing But Battle-Marks.
1000 Knights (Lvl 1)
Description: The User Summons A Thousand Knights From The Ground, All Resembling Actual Warriors That Once Set Foot On This Planet.
--- USER STATS ---
STR: 861 | AGI: 401| | INT: 607 | END: 905
PER: 840 | WIL: 1004 | CHA: 201
HP: 951/1000| Stamina:700/750 | Aura: 300/340 | Mana: 140/200
EXP:--/–
Currency: —- (Not A Player)