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Light bathes through the leaves of the canopy, and pierces its shroud of shadow onto the undergrowth below. Brown boots crushed dried leaves as a former resident of Seven treks the forest path. As Haia steps onto the footpath, the sounds of an active village within earshot, Haia looks a note left by her Quartermaster,
Cirven. Haia did not come back here for vacations or nostalgia. The girl came back for one reason.
Black Sails needed something called a Fissure Gem, a gem which allowed one to break even the toughest barriers, whether physical or magical, and locks. Haia was aware of the location of one, and that was in Seven, her homeland.
Haia had gotten much of a headstart in the search, with one of their airships dropping her off. But this was as close as they would go, as per her instructions. Getting too close meant trouble, especially in a land where magic reigns over technology.
Haia looks at herself, she has donned her original look.
Emerald cape and more coverage of the skin. Tunic and skirt with brown boots. Haia could not believe she remembers how to tie her signature braid and pig tails.
Her bow and quiver were strapped on her back. Haia kicked the leaves anf watch the wind blow. It has been long indeed.
Haia makes her way into the village, getting several stares from the villagers, before suddenly getting surrounded by guards, enchanted spears pointed dangerously at her.
"State your business traveller!" One hollered. Haia assumed that the woman who did was their commander. But then she recognized that voice.
"Do you not recognize me Mother?" Haia said with a radiant smile on her face. The guards lowered their spears and the woman, who showed a much more decorated armor, and a spear that is significantly more enhanced than her troops. The helmet came off and a woman, aged but still looking strong, stared at Haia with wizened eyes before the woman, dropped her helmet and weapon and wrapped her arms around the lithe Haia. Haia tears up and hugs back. Some villagers cheered.
Haia found herself, in a small shack somewhat near the forest. Her foster mother, was busy taking of her armor and donning a more housewife kind of clothing. Haia looked around, not much has changed. But out of the corner of her eye, she spots a brown gem glowing with a rose gold like aura. The Fissure Gem. Haia's foster mother was quick to spot her curiousity.
"I recommend not touching that darling, that's an unrefined Fissure Gem, you can tell cause its brown and not the copperish glow in has," Haia's foster mother said. "Hey Haia, do you remember my name?" Haia seized up a bit at the question. It has bren years since she last said the woman's name. All she could remember was a faint M word. Mira? Miya?
Mythia? Then Haia looked at her mother's armor. It was mythril.
Without a bit of hesitation, Haia answered with, "Mythril?"
Mythril smiled and gave the girl a hug. A shadow loomed closer.
The duo spent the night in the shack, talking about their time apart. Mythril became a royal guard for the Elf Queen and was considered one of their elite.
On much sadder grim news, after Haia disappeared, they found out that her brother,
Nugmirg, was responsible for the disappearance and was banished. Her father had been shot in the heart while hunting, as for the criminal, that remains at large. Haia teared up and cried. Haia could not believe she was betrayed by someone close.
It took a long time for Haia to stop crying despite Mythril coaxing the 20 year old.
Daily activities resumed, though some were happily cheering about the return of Haia Illie Starstruck. They commented on how the girl had grown and matured, though they all admites she still lacks height. Haia laughed and blushed, it felt good to be baxk in Seven, though her visit will be short lived. The Black Sails would like that Fissure Gem, but getting it meant backstabbing her mother's trust. Haia needed some way to refine it too. Unrefined Fissure Gems meant destruction. The girl pondered before getting slapped on the back by Mythril to walk forward.
Haia could not help but chuckle a bit. Her mother brought her to the archery range. Haia smiled as she watched younger boys tried to hit their target with their bows, crossbows and slingshots. Haia then saw a gang was around someone. Her jaw dropped. Haia rubbed her eyes and stared, and it took another Mythril smack ln the back to bring her back to reality. The person of attention, was Nicoleas, and he had spotted Haia.
Cirven. Haia did not come back here for vacations or nostalgia. The girl came back for one reason.
Black Sails needed something called a Fissure Gem, a gem which allowed one to break even the toughest barriers, whether physical or magical, and locks. Haia was aware of the location of one, and that was in Seven, her homeland.
Haia had gotten much of a headstart in the search, with one of their airships dropping her off. But this was as close as they would go, as per her instructions. Getting too close meant trouble, especially in a land where magic reigns over technology.
Haia looks at herself, she has donned her original look.
Emerald cape and more coverage of the skin. Tunic and skirt with brown boots. Haia could not believe she remembers how to tie her signature braid and pig tails.
Her bow and quiver were strapped on her back. Haia kicked the leaves anf watch the wind blow. It has been long indeed.
Haia makes her way into the village, getting several stares from the villagers, before suddenly getting surrounded by guards, enchanted spears pointed dangerously at her.
"State your business traveller!" One hollered. Haia assumed that the woman who did was their commander. But then she recognized that voice.
"Do you not recognize me Mother?" Haia said with a radiant smile on her face. The guards lowered their spears and the woman, who showed a much more decorated armor, and a spear that is significantly more enhanced than her troops. The helmet came off and a woman, aged but still looking strong, stared at Haia with wizened eyes before the woman, dropped her helmet and weapon and wrapped her arms around the lithe Haia. Haia tears up and hugs back. Some villagers cheered.
Haia found herself, in a small shack somewhat near the forest. Her foster mother, was busy taking of her armor and donning a more housewife kind of clothing. Haia looked around, not much has changed. But out of the corner of her eye, she spots a brown gem glowing with a rose gold like aura. The Fissure Gem. Haia's foster mother was quick to spot her curiousity.
"I recommend not touching that darling, that's an unrefined Fissure Gem, you can tell cause its brown and not the copperish glow in has," Haia's foster mother said. "Hey Haia, do you remember my name?" Haia seized up a bit at the question. It has bren years since she last said the woman's name. All she could remember was a faint M word. Mira? Miya?
Mythia? Then Haia looked at her mother's armor. It was mythril.
Without a bit of hesitation, Haia answered with, "Mythril?"
Mythril smiled and gave the girl a hug. A shadow loomed closer.
The duo spent the night in the shack, talking about their time apart. Mythril became a royal guard for the Elf Queen and was considered one of their elite.
On much sadder grim news, after Haia disappeared, they found out that her brother,
Nugmirg, was responsible for the disappearance and was banished. Her father had been shot in the heart while hunting, as for the criminal, that remains at large. Haia teared up and cried. Haia could not believe she was betrayed by someone close.
It took a long time for Haia to stop crying despite Mythril coaxing the 20 year old.
Daily activities resumed, though some were happily cheering about the return of Haia Illie Starstruck. They commented on how the girl had grown and matured, though they all admites she still lacks height. Haia laughed and blushed, it felt good to be baxk in Seven, though her visit will be short lived. The Black Sails would like that Fissure Gem, but getting it meant backstabbing her mother's trust. Haia needed some way to refine it too. Unrefined Fissure Gems meant destruction. The girl pondered before getting slapped on the back by Mythril to walk forward.
Haia could not help but chuckle a bit. Her mother brought her to the archery range. Haia smiled as she watched younger boys tried to hit their target with their bows, crossbows and slingshots. Haia then saw a gang was around someone. Her jaw dropped. Haia rubbed her eyes and stared, and it took another Mythril smack ln the back to bring her back to reality. The person of attention, was Nicoleas, and he had spotted Haia.
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