Unknown Story Chapter 3Chapter 3: The Darkest Angel
Vaan struggled beneath his Uncle's palm to try and see what exactly was going on, and who exactly he had raised his blade to. "Hey! What the-" Before he could finish his speech, his Uncle had plucked him from the ground and sheathed the long sword back in the boy's holster as if it were just a test of reaction. Vaan dusted himself and stood to see who his Uncle had felt threatened by, then turned to see a smile of relief over the older man's face.
Long, raven-licked blonde hair swayed about the mysterious figure as it stood before them, appearing as if from thin air, undetected, unknown until it chose to show itself.
The shadowed figure was not hard to unmask, a female, obviously that of a well-fit one stood before them with hands across her chest, folded lightly as she took a seat on a rock just above them. Eerie, cold-tinged cyan eyes peered at them from within the night slightly narrowed as if to show her seriousness even more that came with her tone of
Unknown Story Chapter 2Chapter 2: Feathered Siren
Not long had passed before she awoke to the sound of water being rushed from a source. Quickly she sat up from her spot, re-attaching her things and standing as if she'd just realized she were in the middle of a fight and had been caught daydreaming. She turned on a heel to see the man standing in front of her.
"Going somewhere?" He spoke with no hint of sarcasm, more curiosity as his crimson gaze blinked at hers with an eerie hue glowing from them.
"I told you I couldn't sleep. Here you go telling me to rest when I've got some people to meet." She said with a grin before dashing off into the thick of the woods, following along the river.
"Hey!" He shouted, his hand raised as a dumbfounded look crossed his pale face. Fearing he was unheard, he leapt after her, hoping to catch up before she was too far ahead.
The Tavern was booming, in the middle of nowhere as it seemed, with business of all sorts. From Merchants to Warriors, tables were filled and the bar
Unknown Story Chapter 1Chapter 1: Weary Day
"If they get any louder, they'll wake the dead." A voice spoke out rather calmly from the shadow of the setting sun. The sun was bright enough to block the figure from full view but one could tell it was that of a woman. She took a seat against the large trunk of an old oak tree and stared up at the fading sky with a smile. Her eyes were closed, one could tell from the way she leaned against the tree. She listened to the stories being told by her comrades; highly exaggerated from tens to thousands in number, from one slash to an entire barrage and yet receiving little to no damage. One couldn't help but smile hearing their laughter and how loud they were getting due to the ale.
A pale face looked over at her as she sat, he didn't speak but he nodded; giving a faint smile to her before wiping it from his face once more, becoming expressionless and in a way, almost faceless. His eyes were so cold, though crimson in colour they were expected to be warm, just like the