The-Savatage

 The world now bright with the glares of the sun lit up Ancora's tent like a fiery blaze; squinting her eyes through the rays as Rikaiju yelled her name from the camp's center. She smacked her lips a couple times to muster up some moisture back into her mouth before lifting and up and stretching, cooing as she extended her limbs to the sky. Rikaiju:" Ancora!" She didn't answer, but continued to her morning routing; dressing, adjusting her scarf in a comfortable position; fluffing her boyish hair. From outside, Rikaiju kicked his sandals into the sand as he paced, placing his hands on his hips, and sighing dramatically obvious as he waited

The Erudition Between The night sky lit up with the light of the new Deity and evaporated back into the horizon when everything went still once more. Trenches of sandy grass swayed silently in the breeze by the ocean's air while Ancora's eyes wandered back to her second in command, awaiting any further approval to move forward. Kava met her glances, hesitating before making the slight move of her raised hand to move out. Ancora:" All right Perihelion, be on the lookout. The Aphelion are still out there, be prepared for any form of attack." Kava:" Walk quiet, but cautiously." The small armada of no more than thirty civilian men or so, d

Now, Until the Volteface  As the sanctity of this planet falls into oblivion, it's once guardians, Quasars, take isolation on a small island, hidden from the rest of the world by an illustrious wall. The world has forsaken them for their predisposition, a constant bond with their power source located on the island. They're creation was to sustain a balance of power in the world, along with the Deities who are initially beneath them on the celestial spectrum. They spend their days together, reciting their teachings and pacifistic life alone. Sixteen years have passed since a child washed along the shore of the western island, a small but d

Birth of the Aubade There was a quiet, timid air elevating from the young man's body as he slowly but erratically shoved the few cans, pairs of clothes, and a few other irrelevant items he assumed he needed on his journey alone into a burlap bag. This room had haunted him for years, a giant vastness of lavish silk sheets, robes, and pearlescent marble furniture that lit up the room with the rise and fall of the sun. Rather than appreciate his surroundings, as any other would, he detested it. It disgusted his very being. As the son a Sovereign of the island nation of Part View, Rikaiju was essentially the national treasure of his people. Th