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ah just been working on this one for like... errr today.. comments and critisizm welcome here :3 not sure if this'll be good (like i ever wrote sumtin good /sweatdrop)
(woot another fic<--sarcasm)
“We will not take much more of this insolence mortal…” a voice spoke.
The moon gently beamed light down below a grass prairie, where six stone statues stood. Soft crunching noises sounded as a male figure walked towards the statues. The man appeared to be eighteen years of age, sporting a black sleeveless top with a pair of pale brown cargo pants. A large sword was mounted on his back, its blade slightly curved at the tip. Its handle was colored in ebony black, with a chain dangling from the bottom. The man stopped in front of a statue of a woman wearing robes, with leaves surrounding her.
“I… need time…” the man spoke softly.
“Time? You were given much more time than needed…” the voice replied, sounding from the statue itself.
“Have patience Genesis, this isn’t as easy as any of us can see…” spoke another voice. The man then glanced towards his left, looking at another statue. The second voice sounded from a statue of a mermaid, holding a stone harp.
“Undine? What a surprise… you actually standing up for a mere mortal…” criticized the voice known as Genesis.
“Although I for one understand how difficult this is,” replied the voice known as Undine, “You seem to be taking your time, Scythe.”
Silence crept. Scythe looked away from both the statues of Genesis and Undine. His hair, dark brown in color, covered his eyes as he looked down.
“I… will attempt to do my job faster…” he spoke, still avoiding the statues.
“… Very well… ” muttered Genesis.
Scythe let out a sigh as he started to walk away. As usual Genesis still criticized and disliked him. Well, to a point, Genesis, the earth spirit, disliked mankind for some time now. Only Undine, the water spirit, Wisp, the air spirit, and Sinclaire still have consideration for humans.
“Isn’t life hard enough?” Scythe muttered beneath his breath.
“So Genesis didn’t let you off the hook, huh?” a voice spoke. From the sound of the voice, it was feminine. “She’s not really like that… well at least that was a few eras back.”
“…Seriously, please don’t come out of the open unexpectedly.” Scythe replied, with a scolding tone. “Show yourself… Sinclaire, the light.”
A gust of wind blew past by, only to reveal a woman, who appeared to be in her twenties. She had long, light blue hair which reached to half her back. Her clothes consisted of a white robe, along with golden bands as accessories. One of her unusual features was the white blindfold she wore.
“… You seriously like to cheat your age, huh?” Scythe said, in an attempt for humor.
Sinclaire huffed. “That’s no way to talk to your foster parent… but, why is it that you always criticize my age?”
Scythe turned away. “No reason…”
Sinclaire walked towards Scythe, holding his shoulder. Scythe just let out another sigh.
“You’ll manage. You’re pretty skilled for their tasks.” She said.
“… I suppose so… but… I don’t like this anymore.”
Sinclaire frowned, stroking her long hair off her shoulder.
“It’ll be over soon, Scythe. Just a little more.”
(woot another fic<--sarcasm)
.: Prologue :.
“We will not take much more of this insolence mortal…” a voice spoke.
The moon gently beamed light down below a grass prairie, where six stone statues stood. Soft crunching noises sounded as a male figure walked towards the statues. The man appeared to be eighteen years of age, sporting a black sleeveless top with a pair of pale brown cargo pants. A large sword was mounted on his back, its blade slightly curved at the tip. Its handle was colored in ebony black, with a chain dangling from the bottom. The man stopped in front of a statue of a woman wearing robes, with leaves surrounding her.
“I… need time…” the man spoke softly.
“Time? You were given much more time than needed…” the voice replied, sounding from the statue itself.
“Have patience Genesis, this isn’t as easy as any of us can see…” spoke another voice. The man then glanced towards his left, looking at another statue. The second voice sounded from a statue of a mermaid, holding a stone harp.
“Undine? What a surprise… you actually standing up for a mere mortal…” criticized the voice known as Genesis.
“Although I for one understand how difficult this is,” replied the voice known as Undine, “You seem to be taking your time, Scythe.”
Silence crept. Scythe looked away from both the statues of Genesis and Undine. His hair, dark brown in color, covered his eyes as he looked down.
“I… will attempt to do my job faster…” he spoke, still avoiding the statues.
“… Very well… ” muttered Genesis.
Scythe let out a sigh as he started to walk away. As usual Genesis still criticized and disliked him. Well, to a point, Genesis, the earth spirit, disliked mankind for some time now. Only Undine, the water spirit, Wisp, the air spirit, and Sinclaire still have consideration for humans.
“Isn’t life hard enough?” Scythe muttered beneath his breath.
“So Genesis didn’t let you off the hook, huh?” a voice spoke. From the sound of the voice, it was feminine. “She’s not really like that… well at least that was a few eras back.”
“…Seriously, please don’t come out of the open unexpectedly.” Scythe replied, with a scolding tone. “Show yourself… Sinclaire, the light.”
A gust of wind blew past by, only to reveal a woman, who appeared to be in her twenties. She had long, light blue hair which reached to half her back. Her clothes consisted of a white robe, along with golden bands as accessories. One of her unusual features was the white blindfold she wore.
“… You seriously like to cheat your age, huh?” Scythe said, in an attempt for humor.
Sinclaire huffed. “That’s no way to talk to your foster parent… but, why is it that you always criticize my age?”
Scythe turned away. “No reason…”
Sinclaire walked towards Scythe, holding his shoulder. Scythe just let out another sigh.
“You’ll manage. You’re pretty skilled for their tasks.” She said.
“… I suppose so… but… I don’t like this anymore.”
Sinclaire frowned, stroking her long hair off her shoulder.
“It’ll be over soon, Scythe. Just a little more.”