Hi every one, I know its soon, maybe even a bit too early, but I just couldn't wait to get the sequel to my Tsunami story started. I thank all who supported and reviewed Tsunami and hope that you will all support this story as well.
Decided to delete it to get rid of a stupid flamer who is overly obsessed with themselves.
The world of Obneron was a peaceful place. Merchants gathered in the capital city that was like the eastern version of Meridian's capital. It made it easier for the two to find their way around. They were strangers in this land, but they knew where they were going.
One of them was a male. He wore mostly black underneath his dark green sleeveless trench coat. Strapped across his back was what people could only describe as a bladed guitar. From the instrument's neck dangled a small silver charm that was in the shape of a musical note with what appeared to be angel wings attached to it.
The second unknown wasn't as seen by the individuals of the city, but he knew she was there. One of her powers was invisibility so that way she could always be hidden. Though why she chose to hide her beautiful essence was beyond the man's comprehension.
Soon, the two found themselves entering the courtyard of the large Asian Palace that held the world's king.
"Do you remember the plan, D," a breeze that carried a whisper says into the musician's ear.
"Course I do do…mam," the guitarist says with a joyful grin.
"Halt," one of two guards ahead of them says as their naginatas cross in front of the entrance way to the audience chamber. "What business do you have here?"
"I only wish to have an audience with your king," D says with a sympathetic tone. "I have traveled far to request his aide."
"Very well," the other guard says as they remove the very sharp road block, "forgive our rudeness, but we have reason to believe someone with make an attempt at our lord's life."
"I can assure you that I am not that way," D says as he walks past the two. "The hot chick with me however."
"I hear you wished for an audience," a voice boomed over the audience chamber.
"Yes," D says with a grin as the two guards behind him suddenly drop to the floor in pools of their own blood, "though I'm actually more here to make some demands."
"Who are you," the king says standing, "no one makes demands to me. Guards."
"Don't bother," a whisper says as a breeze courses through the room, "they're already corpses."
"Who," the king says as he looks for the disembodied voice. "What do you want? Is it my power?"
"Why would I want the pathetic powers of the Heart of Obneron," D says with a grin. "I'm actually here to take all of the wealth from your treasury."
"And you believe I'd let you," the king says as he draws his sword, but then screams in agony as a blade pierces his spine from behind and juts out of his chest. It was a darker colored blade than a normal sword. The once vibrant gold trim was now dull and a more brass color.
"I so do love it when they decide to fight back," D's female associate says as she returns to the visible world. She had a pair of wings that had started to turn to a darker color while the rest of her body was covered in white cloth that made her look more like a Japanese priestess than anything.
"Who are you…" the king asks as the woman removes her blade from his body.
"We are the ones who will bring true order to the universe," D says with a sigh.
"Gathering Night," the woman whispers before kicking the king's body to the floor.
"You should be more respectful to the dead Hay…" Before D could finish his sentence the woman's blade was at his throat.
"Remember what I told you," the woman says angrily as her eyes glow a bright gold.
"No saying your name…mam," D says with a gulp as the woman lets go of the sword and it returns to float behind her.
"Now let's hurry up," the woman says as she glares at the corpse, "we only have thirty minutes before the planet collapses."
"Right," D says as he and the girl walk deeper into the castle.
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It was a great day for the city of Heatherfield. All the reconstruction after the "mysterious natural phenomena" that had decimated a third of the city had finished about a year ago, and the city was once again a bustling burg of activity.
"Lillian Hale," Elizabeth Hale screams as she pounds on the door of her youngest daughter's room once again. "I don't care if you are the most powerful being on this planet you still have to go to school."
"I'm up already," Lillian says as she slowly leaves her room. Now at thirteen the girl was a lot like her sister Cornelia was at that age. Tall, thin and gorgeous was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to the girl's looks, but those are where the similarities with Cornelia ended. Lillian had become more of a tomboy from hanging around with her best friend Chris Lair all the time, and she dressed accordingly. She wore a loose light green shirt and a pair of baggy tan jeans. She kept her blonde hair short and up off her shoulders while her calm blue eyes continued to fill with life.
"You wouldn't be so tired all the time," Elizabeth scold as she brushes some of her light brown hair out of her face, "if you weren't up so late."
"Well sorry if I enjoy the night life," Lillian says as she walks quickly down the stairs while stretching.
"There is no night life of you always being on the computer in your room," Elizabeth continues her scolding of the young girl. "Are you even listening to me young lady?"
Lillian had gone to putting on her shoes on and finishing getting ready for school. "Yeah, sure mom, whatever," the young blonde says as she grabs her bag and proceeds to leave the newly refurbished home. The young girl could still remember the day she had found out about her magical abilities, and that other magical beings would one day come to try to steal her power.
She paused for a minute before turning to the closed door that used to be the guest room. Her sister was always there for her, even before she had known about her powers her sister was protecting her. Now that protector decided to seek safety inside that room from an unknown that Lillian couldn't make back down.
Lillian could still remember when the psychiatrist told her parents that Cornelia had developed an acute case of agoraphobia. He then went on to tell them that the best thing they could do was slowly lure Cornelia out of the room and then make her as comfortable as possible once that happened. Unfortunately, that was easier said than done as the only thing that got the older of the blonde's out was to say that Lillian was being attacked, and that idea almost brought the house down on everyone, literally.
"Cornelia honey," Elizabeth says with a gentle sigh as Lillian finishes leaving and heads for the elevator. The one thing that she took solace in was that her eldest daughter would leave her room to eat and live in the rest of the house once everyone had left. "I need to leave now too. Will you make sure that Napoleon cleans out his litter box?" She breathes another heavy sigh as the woman has yet to get used to the magical familiar that lived with the family. She then grinned as she heard movement from the former Earth Guardian's shelter and followed in an attempt to catch up with the younger of the two.
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"No Mrs. Vandom," Taranee Cook, the beautiful Maiden of Fire and current Priestess of Thirteen, says into her red colored razor phone. She had grown her hair out to accommodate the want to keep all thirteen of the silver charms that signified her title with her. She had definitely filled into the shape that she once only took in her Guardian form though she still had the same shy girl style that she wore when she was younger. "I haven't found any leads to getting Will back yet, but I'm working as best as I can."
She breathes a heavy sigh as she closes the phone and places the back of her head on the wall.
"I take it things aren't going well on the Will front," the black haired Matt Olsen says as he approaches the girl. He wore a kind of forced grin that made him look like he was bearing even more news to pile on top of the already large workload that the dark skinned woman had.
"If you mean well as in no progress," Taranee says, "then yes they definitely aren't going well."
"Well I hate to be bearer of bad news," Matt says with a heavy sigh, "but…"
"Don't tell me," Taranee says with a heavy yawn, "there is no way I'm in the mood to handle it."
"It's all over the news though," Matt says as the girl walks off with him not far behind.
"Okay," Taranee sighs a little interested. "You've got me interested."
"It seems that earlier this morning," Matt says looking around, "Tokyo was hit by something similar to the 'mysterious phenomena' that hit here four years ago." Matt's words stop the dark skinned woman in her tracks.
"What," Taranee says as her eyes widen a little in surprise, "but how is that even possible. The cause of most of the damage here was."
"Hay Lin and Dark Enigma," Matt whispers.
"Why would you even decide to bring this up," Taranee says placing a hand on her forehead, "besides what could possibly do that. The only people who posses that kind of power on Earth are Cornelia, Lillian, and me."
"I'm just saying that we should be on guard," Matt says calmly, "if it is something like Dark Enigma then they might come after Lillian."
"I doubt that," Taranee says as she watches the young Heart of Earth enters the school courtyard. "If they wanted her they would have gone straight for her and not given themselves away like that."
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"I can't believe it," an angry man growls as he stares at a busy Tokyo street with glowing red eyes. He then strikes the wall in rage causing the entire surface to crack. His long black hair fluttering behind him as his dark bone like plate armor.
"Calm yourself Draco," another man says in a soothing tone. He wore more modern attire then compared to his cohort though strapped to his waist was a kantana that appeared to have a large closed eyeball in the hand guard while next to it rests a holstered shotgun of the same design. He turned to look a Draco with bright orange eyes and knew that the ancient being was using his powers to keep them hidden.
"But Mizu said that the blade was here," Draco growls as he turns to face the other man.
"She did say that it was located in the capital of the Earth nation of Japan," the man says in an annoyed tone, "it could be possible that we were looking in the wrong location."
"Then tonight we search a different part of town," Draco says with a dark smile, "don't you agree Daikirai."
"That I do," Daikirai says with a sadistic grin of his own, "we may also be able to get some fun in as well."
"I like the way you think." Draco says with an evil laugh.