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  1. Paladin_girl

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    Celeste tilted her head, staring at the Protector without flinching as he spoke. He had his opinions, as she had hers – but she had reminded herself of what he was... and his words were already starting to sound threatening. He had knocked her out, bound her, interrogated her and stolen her staff – and now, just in the face of some jaws, he assumed an alliance without her permission. He didn't know what she was. In the face of this man, the Arch-Watcher had started to feel old. Her tone had become almost wistful in the face of his surprise.

    'You knocked me out. '
     
  2. The Mighty BaconShark

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    His eyes were locked on her as he held the strap of his backpack. "Of course I did. I can assume you know the laws of the Protectors. I have been practicing them for years on this very location." Snow stared to the sun that was rising slowly, then looked back at her. "Those who dare trespass the Crystal Fields of the Soul World, will be met with brute force and no remorse. So sayeth the sixth law of the Safeguards; the Protectors of the Crystals." he said as he quoted the rule from memory.

    "You show up in the middle of the night, cause chaos and attack the Reapers, proving to be a worthy opponent. It would be foolish face you head on, so I proceeded to take you down in the safest way, to ask you questions. Which you did not answer, by the way." He came closer to her, his cold grey eyes giving her a penetrating stare. "You might feel offended, but you came to a place you were not supposed to come, wielding a Magick that belongs to the planet, not you." Snow sighed. "I am most likely sacrificing my life simply warning your people of this danger. Least you could do is bring me to anyone in your city that will listen to me." He finished, realizing she may very well deny his plea for help. Yet he refused to look away.
     
  3. Paladin_girl

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    Celeste shook her head. 'I know only the rules of the Congery. All others are not of my concern. I do not live by your code... and I was not present to do any harm to you.' In hindsight, the Arch-Watcher thought, this was the first time that she had spoken at length. 'I am a Creator. Not a killer. The change would be easy, but that would then stop me using the Mirrors. I am the only one who can.'

    Her throat had started to hurt.

    'You cannot wound me, then expect me to act as your guide.'

    She turned away.

    'Though you cannot stand here, waiting to be eaten by Reapers. None will believe you – my citadel acts as a neutral land between two nations ready for war. It is unrealistic to believe that there will be war, when they rely on us so much.'
     
  4. The Mighty BaconShark

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    "Congery... Mirrors. I do not know of these things you speak. I have been to the city once, a few years ago. It took me weeks to purify myself of the pollution I witnessed, and get it out of mind and body. The politics, the suspicion, the hatred for each other." Snow clenched his fists, then made a gesture around them, to the empty, snow covered plains and slumbering Crystals. "This. What you see. This is who I am. This is all I know. I do not know of the nations you speak, the wars. My life duty is simple. I make choices within seconds, because they have to be made. The Higher Protectors know of these matters you speak, but I am but a mere worker."

    He took a step closer to her as she turned away. "I know I have wronged you. And I apologize for such behavior. I know only killing and Protecting, but have not forgotten to communicate." Snow smiled vaguely and shook his head. "In fact, I have just now spoken more then I have in years combined. Such is my life."

    "I Protect because if I would not, the world would fall into darkness and many lives will be lost. Now that I have seen the myth of Lord Ghar'wog to be real, I know what will await others of your kind. No Nations can withstand this threat. I implore you,"

    He spread his arms.

    "Be my Guide, help me warn your people. So I can Protect, give my life if so needed."

    The tone of his voice was soft. His stare determined but unsure.
     
  5. Paladin_girl

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    Celeste frowned, beginning to traverse, listening to the soft winter crunch beneath her feet. Her heart was weighing for less than the Protector's idealism. She just wanted a bath and a bed that was softer than rock. She wanted to go back to the Mirror and spend her days looking after it.

    She barely kept Snow in her vision, her eyes scarcely at their edge. For a man who specialised in killing and defence as he was so defiant on saying, his smiles bore the courtesy of a minor noble. She tried not to sigh. His gracious behaviour was intoxicating. She had to restrain a growl, unable to stand his grovelling.

    'Enough. Do whatever you want.'
     
  6. The Mighty BaconShark

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    Snow dropped the act, his facial features instantly becoming blank as he gave her a simple nod.

    "Great. Let us proceed, then."

    As he made a few steps, he stood still, looking over at her, his expression still completely neutral. "I assume that your traps on the Reapers are still active? Most should have frozen to death over night, but we should make sure we finish the ones off who survived."

    It was for some maybe remarkable that Protectors could be good with words, especially considering the time they spend alone. It had become a mandatory skill when being trained as Protector, because of the 'Children-years'. A dozen years ago, large businesses would send out young children to be Reapers, hoping the Protectors would have a harder time to kill them. And they were right. Slaying innocent children was not part of their job description.

    As deluded as they were, the Protectors were learned to deal with this by communicating and lying, sending them back where they came from. It didn't always work, but most of the time it did.
     
  7. Nevermore

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    Just as the sun was peeking over the horizon a tall, lithe figure was trudging slowly across the snow-swept crystal field. He was dressed in soft cotton and thick wool dyed the colors of his surroundings. His cotton pants and long-sleeved shirt were white as the snow his grey boots crunched through. He wore a thin, grey vest over his chest that was clasped with gold. A wool cloak the faintest shade of blue was wrapped tightly around his body. He had delicate, feminine features and silver hair down his back that shimmered in the early light, rippling brilliantly as he walked. The man approached a particularly large crystal and stopped before it. A soft smile appeared on his feminine face as he regarded the crystal with eyes that matched it. His irises appeared clear and iridescent, constantly shifting through the spectrum of colors as they traveled over the rough surface of the crystal before him.

    "Ah, good morning my friend," he said in a voice that rang like bells as he placed a hand against the warm surface of the crystal, "Or should I say goodnight? I know you do not enjoy the day much. I am sorry to bother you, but I seem to have run low, would you mind lending me some of your strength?" He waited, silently, as if waiting for a response and smiled again when he seemed to receive one. "Thank you my friend." He reached to his back and drew a sword that was longer than most claymores, but as thin as a rapier. The blade of the weapon was not steel or any other metal, but instead appeared to be made from the same material as the crystals and his eyes. It looked as fragile as glass, as if it might shatter the instant it was struck against something. The hilt was gold and wire-wrapped with silver wire that looked as if it had been plucked from his skull.

    He placed the tip of the fine blade into the snow at the base of the crystal and held it gently. "Diamon, do not take too much. Only what you need." The sword seemed to hum softly as it glowed with the same light as the crystal. Energy slowly traveled from the earth into the blade, but since it was given, not stolen, it caused no harm.
     
  8. Paladin_girl

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    Celeste stopped in her tracks for a moment; her face looked as if she had just eaten glass. Kill? You want me to kill? Her eyes didn't drop to look at the floor, but her head did, feeling somewhat heavy. She didn't seem to show any trouble, but her knuckles had gone white, clenching them tightly. She looked over her shoulder, gazing at the Protector blankly.

    'I am a creator. Not a killer.'

    As if on cue, her staff began to ring with a crystalline song.

    Whatever had stirred the little rock was certainly not malicious – but was still unseen. Celeste raised an eyebrow, saying nothing on it. She didn't doubt, given the Protector's sensitive nature towards the earthen jewels, that he too, had sensed something in the air.

    'Let me remain here. Do your duty.'
     
  9. The Mighty BaconShark

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    Snow narrowed his eyes ever so slightly as he looked at Celeste. He understood the killing part was not favored by city folk, often hiding from the brutal consequences their actions held. He wondered what her plan had been, after trapping the Reapers. Would she not expect them to die in the frozen night?

    "You can-" he began, but closed his eyes as he felt the odd sensation. It was like a silent wind blowing by, whispering him the language of the Crystals.

    It was something he had not yet felt before.

    Whenever a Reaper broke a Crystal, he felt the pain, the anguish. Especially young Protectors would often break down and cry, just feeling a small Crystal being broken. On further training, they learned to suppress these feelings and deal with the matter with force.

    However, this was not like anything else. The only way he could describe what the wordless whispers were telling him, was that another Protector was nearby. Only they would communicate with the Crystals like he felt now.

    He opened his eyes and noticed the woman knew something was up as well.

    "It might be another Protector. They cannot know of our plans." He said quietly, feeling a tad nervous, even if he didn't show it. If it was really a Protector, and he had to fight him or her, it could mean his death sooner then he thought.
     
  10. Fraeyalise

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    Miri spent the night near the crystal she had broken.

    When the attack came, Miri had been clear of the camp. She had to take a longer route, though, to make it back. The attacker's range was immense. She didn't think about her coworkers, her makeshift family, until she found that the Protector was gone from the crystal's side. The people at the camp had been frozen solid and left to die in the wastes... Miri was without family, transportation, food, everything. Although she was technically an adult, Miri sobbed. She was tired, scared, sad, and cold. She slumped at the bottom of the crystal and cried herself to sleep. Although she didn't quite notice, the crystal was giving off enough warmth to keep her comfortable through the night.

    When she woke up, the Protector was still not there. It seemed like midday almost, and both the light and warmth of the crystal were non-existent. More like they had gone to sleep, really, than died, she thought.

    Miri almost stood up, to go back to the camp and see if anyone survived, when she heard a noise that paralyzed her.

    'Ah, good morning my friend.'

    The voice kept talking, and Miri peeked her head out from behind the crystal to see a man with a sword, talking to another crystal not too far away. Miri was actually surprised she could hear him so clearly, but somewhere as quiet as this it might as well be expected. She tried hard not to breathe too loud. This had to be a different Protector; one who might not show the same kind mercy as the first one.

    Hiding behind the massive crystal again, Miri closed her eyes and covered her nose, straining her ears to detect any hostile movement or words towards her.
     
  11. Paladin_girl

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    Celeste raised an eyebrow, passing him swiftly. Something in her gut urged her onwards; it was more the biting chill than the Protector's words that had urged her, but she did not halt in questioning him. Snow's words had provoked her to embark upon her curiosity.

    Why? What makes your mission special as opposed to another Protector? You aren't bound by the same code?

    Her frown darkened, but she didn't ask for an answer. It could emerge at any point. Just not now. The snow crunched beneath their heels, but with the morning sun yawning to greet them, it was clear that the frozen water was returning to its original form, seeping into the bottoms of her feet. The Arch-Watcher wiggled her toes, trying to ward them from the cold.

    It had not occurred to her what may have happened to the victims of her traps. She had assumed that once Wassoon had stopped his cowering, he would gather enough resolve to draw the rest of the Congery to either capture or finish off the remaining Reapers. For Celeste, she had played her part and nothing more. The rest was standard procedure. That was all.

    The distant image of a man stood silhouetted as the dazzle of sunlight smiled over the snowy plain. Crystals across it started to glimmer in their half-awake states and momentarily, Celeste thought that she saw another silhouette behind one of the shining structures, huddling it closely like a lost child. Like a rabbit before a sudden flame, Celeste stopped moving.
     
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    A soft, crystalline noise threatened the silence of the field as the fine blade Diamon slid slowly into the sheath on the man's back. The hilt touched the sheath with a gentle sound before he turned to glanced behind him. The snow was crunching again, someone was approaching. He let his translucent eyes travel slowly over the shining crystals as he searched for the source of the footsteps. His hair looked like molten silver as the sunlight shone down on him. Every motion made the wave of silver-fire flash brilliantly as he looked up and down the field. A figure towards the edge of the field caught his attention and he began to make his way towards it, walking slowly through the snow. He did not appear concerned or rushed as he moved in Celeste's direction, his slow steps crunching softly through the snow with an almost musical quality. The grey boots whispered gently against the ground as he moved.

    The bells of his voice rang as he spoke again, "Perhaps," he said softly, "A shadow would reveal itself? Those who stand against the sun do not appear well to my eyes. I mean you no harm, whoever you may be."
     
  13. The Mighty BaconShark

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    "You are trespassing Crystal lands. By the law of the Protectors you risk your life by doing so. State your name and purpose of presence." The voice came from nearby the stranger, spoke fast, fluent and loud enough to be heard properly.

    Snow emerged from the landscape, only a few feet away, snow falling from his shoulders and head. His mouth was covered with his scarf, his grey eyes above it watchful of the newcomer. He had his sword out, and pointed at the man. The blade was thin and not very long, and reflected the sunlight momentarily.

    Using Celeste as the distraction, it wasn't difficult for a skilled Protector to move around quick and unnoticed in the cold landscape he had been living in for six years straight. Even if the mysterious stranger was a Protector, Snow had the advantage of knowing the area.

    As snow crumbled from his body, Snow stood silently as the sun peacefully rose behind Celeste, awaiting an answer as the silence lasted.
     
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    "Ah," a soft sigh escaped the man's delicate lips, as if he feared making more noise might shatter something fragile, "A Protector. I feared I might run into one. Well met, Protector, my name is Savern Ara. I have been called 'The One Who Wields' before, though I doubt you know this title." Savern offered the shadow, a form he now knew to be a woman, a soft glance before turning to face Snow. He regarded the Protector with a gentle expression as he spoke again, "My purpose is no cause for alarm. I am here because Diamon was running low on energy. It is our strength. The crystals are willing to give freely to their brother and I mean them no harm. You may ask, if my words are not to be taken truthfully. If I remember correctly, Protector's can do this, yes?"
     
  15. Fraeyalise

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    Miri listened to this exchange silently. The tension here was lethal, at least to her. More than anything, Miri wanted to be home in her bed, maybe reading a book cozy and unharmed, not caring about the crystals or who lived and died. No, not caring. Just not knowing. Truly, to be ignorant of this whole situation would quite literally be bliss.

    When the tickle in her nose started up, Miri tried very, very hard not to think about it. When it started to burn, Miri tried to get rid of it by looking up at the sky.

    And when she sneezed, Miri froze.

    Oh no, oh no, oh no.
    Maybe she'd be lucky and they wouldn't hear her. But if she was really lucky, she wouldn't have gotten herself into this mess in the first place.
     
  16. The Mighty BaconShark

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    Snow stood for a few seconds longer, as if listening to something, his head slightly tilted. He then proceeded to lower his sword and took a non-offensive stance, but did not sheathe the sword.

    "Protectors cannot see through skillful lies. Crystals can." he said, making a short gesture with his chin to the Crystal cluster nearby.

    "You seem to be trusted. The Crystals choose who they trust, I merely protect them from harm they cannot defend themselves from."

    Snow looked up when he heard the sneeze, and felt slightly annoyed. His senses, with the help of the nearby Crystals, had made him aware of the girl. The Crystals never forgot someone who 'hurt' them, so it was easy to pick up on her presence. The fact that his years here had been nothing special, was in large contrast with the events that were displayed today.

    The woman, who's name he did not know yet. The Reaper girl that witnessed the truth about breaking Crystals. The mysterious man Savern Ara, friend of Crystals. All had come together, trespassing this area. All of them held no reason for Snow to eliminate them, as it would be against Protector code and judgement.

    However, he had heard of stories about Crystals and speaking to the world by a way of manipulating people's paths, joining them if they so desired. Snow wasn't entirely sure if this was 'meant to be', but it was very unlikely to have these people here together.

    He ignored the sneeze and turned his attention to the man. "I would advise you to move on when you are done. There are Reapers about."
     
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    Celeste didn't even look at the new face, much less acknowledge him, her eyes searching for the form hiding timidly behind the crystal. The sneeze had not alarmed either body, but Celeste was not so laid-back. She had already been clobbered to sleep by the Protector. The last thing that she needed was a Reaper out for her blood. The Arch-Watcher moved past both of them, her frozen hands resting against the glass as she peered around it, her brown eyes scrutinizing the girl obfuscated from the remaining three.

    'Another one.' Celeste's lips barely moved as she murmured softly.
     
  18. Fraeyalise

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    Miri was found out! She was going to die right here and now, she knew it. She wanted to explain what happened, and how she didn't mean it, and how if she was set free she would live her life for good and take care of the earth and protest against the harvesters and come out of her shell, but her tiny voice was gone.

    All she could do was stare back, and hope that this mysterious lady would deem her harmless and go on. She was so afraid she couldn't even run. Miri hated that she couldn't run, and that she couldn't talk, and why was she so pathetic? But her legs still wouldn't work, and her voice wouldn't come out.

    Miri closed her eyes again, and gave up. If her own body wouldn't listen to her, who would?
     
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    Savern glanced at Celeste as she passed him by, his eyes lingering on her form while his face remained an impenetrable mask, a soft smile that gave nothing away. The mask cracked when Snow spoke again. The smile vanished into a flat line and a twitch ran across his face at the mention of the Reapers. The mask was back an instant later as if nothing had changed. He offered Snow a smile and spoke softly, "I appreciate your concern, Protector, but Reapers do not bother me," his voice was almost deadly as he continued, though his delicate features betrayed the voice, "There is a reason I need this energy, after all."
     
  20. The Mighty BaconShark

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    Snow kept quiet for a while longer, watching Savern. He waited until the Crystals would tell him something more, but their wordless voices kept quiet. They were slumbering. He nodded and sheathed his sword, but kept a hand on the hilt. Snow noticed Celeste looking at what he already knew was the girl from earlier. Then he realized something, and narrowed his eyes slightly. It was clear that Savern disliked the Reapers, and wanted them dead, despite not being a Protector.

    The girl that was hiding now, was a Reaper. If he wanted to prevent her blood from being spilled, he had to act. He walked over to Celeste. "We should go. And you girl, come with us." he said the last bit a little bit louder, making sure she could hear.

    All the while he kept an eye on the mysterious stranger and his Crystal sword.