Sacrones

Chapter 1 - Valora Rosenheim

"Lady Valora!" A member of the Royal Guard called out, revealing a melancholic temperament. Lady Valora a reasonably tall woman with pale white skin and beautiful blue eyes. Her lips were pink and full, but almost completely covered by the shadows her hair cast on her face. Her hair was dark, separated in the middle with two long strands going down the side of her face, the rest tied back behind her head. Her clothing was rather jagged, almost completely red with golden lines sweeping through. It appeared quite manly but gave her the protection needed by a queen. The young boy seemed afraid, not yet worried about the present, but the gift the future held at his neck, piercing his skin quite like an unused blade. His feet subtly shook below him, allowing fear to emanate from his body. Lady Valora had a vague understanding of the threat at hand before he even spoke an utterance. The young boy's gasps twitched with several upward inflections, his hand reaching out and pointing to her wrist.

"What seems to the problem, traveler?" Another member spoke beside the Lady, aware of the threat along with her. He was not fearful, as the Lady was cautionary to send the ones she's gotten close with to the battlefield; altruistic with the known, ignorant with those who are not. The way she saw it, others were at her disposal; a truly insensible outlook on not only her village but her fellow representatives. "There's... someone here..." he spoke softly, panting aggressively below him, vapor dripping from his mouth. The fog from his mouth was then followed by a pitiful ache of anguish. The child reached down for his heart, removing his thin coat and abruptly placing it on the ground, revealing a hole where vital organs should reside. Despite this gaping hole, no blood appeared to reach the ground, none even visible in the hole itself. Another presence, most likely the one the child spoke of before his death, uttered oddly foreign words, before making himself visible to the naked eye. He walked in through the grand hallway, a blue light glowing from two of his fingers. The young child soon flung into the air, his sleeve getting caught on a nail as he was lifted; a truly unfortunate turn of events. The child's body was brought closer to the unknown man, his wrist now partially covered in blood. A single drop nearly reached the red carpet before remaining still in the air, the unknown man's left finger pointing directly at it.

"Apologies for the unruly entrance," the man stated before flinging the corpse from in front of him to behind the front door. "I attend this most royal event, as I am most suited for what is to come."

"State why you're here, now, or forever wallow in eternal bloodshed." The Lady announced, pulling her spear from the side of the throne. The two Royal Guard members held a defensive position, truly believing that this man was here to kill them. And yet, that's further from the truth. "No need to get so vicious, Lady. You should save that attitude for what is to come!" Her eyes widened as the truth unfolded before her very self.

"You... you're not here to eliminate us... you're here to pronounce war." Before she could even speak another word, the intruder began aggressively clapping. "Well done. Truly splendid!" He said, smiling while looking at the ground before her. His hands reached out in a manner that made something feels missing, as one would stand to wait for his woman at the ball to take his hands.

"This is your single opportunity to erase the future you have created. Or, do you believe that it's destiny for you to die in vain? You shouldn't have such a disgusting outlook on life. Join me." She seemed utterly perplexed by this anomalous statement. Even though this held truth, she still was terrified; somehow fearful to even hint at the deviation from what his expectation was. She moved her spear to face the intruder, pointing the tip directly at his jaw. "Yiitasu does not exist. God does not exist! We make all our decisions through our own minds, not through an alternate network. Why can't we believe what we wish to believe?"

The intruder felt the need to chuckle at her dismay, but held it in for the sake of formality, although that was long behind them. He felt the need that, for his next announcement, he must approach her in the interest of intimacy, which was met by defensive stances by the Royal Guard. Two of their spears crossed, masking Lady Valora's face in sharp shadow. Their faces were as still as bricks, as cold as ice, and yet, as fearful as an ant. She placed her fingers on the handle of the spears, slowly lowering them, allowing her face to reappear from under the sheet of black.