The Witch's Son [Blade/Eyeris]
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"Tied me tight to a cross, I look longing at the sky."
PENITENCE FOR YOUR CRIME, PENITENCE FOR YOUR LIFE
"If I prayed, who would hear? I'm drowning in their cheers."
YOUR DEVOTION'S JUST A DUSTY TOMB
"If my love was just a curse, I have only tears to shed."
PENITENCE FOR HER CRIME! PENITENCE AND HER LIFE!
"Let me light, let me burn out bright and with it all my spite!"
FEEL NOW THE WEIGHT OF YOUR DEATH AND TOMB
Sixty days previous...
The sky of the town was covered in white puffy clouds, the sun smiling down on the happy citizens. The church bell rang 1PM as thirteen chimes rang throughout the city. The only noise in the peaceful town came from the guildkeepers and the bustling marketplace. As if everything was a utopia, the world seemed to be in peace with the earth, or "Terra", as these citizens called it, instead of dominating it, like the race before them had.
Welcome to Novoselic, a small trading country of 2,000, and a place of magic and wonder. The witches in Novoselic, otherwise known as a clan named Covin, specialize in the Six Elemental Magicks, and deep, deep in the forests, there are rumors of a young man known as the Novoselikan Guardian, ready to protect the citizens with the magicks. Some claim he is a god amongst men, others claim a wizard, and then there are those who do not believe in the rumor. As any outsider could see, this was a place filled of mystery and fantasy.
In the forests, however, was not the peace you'd expect from the kind of town like Novoselic. Deep in the thick, lush forests of the town rested (other than the fabled Cottage of the Guardian) wild beasts of every caliper and enough space and foliage for people to go occasionally missing and then show up nine days later, broken and bleeding, covered in bite marks with their minds wiped. And in a case similar to those that happened occasionally was a young woman.
Her dress was torn and tattered, though it could be made out to look like one of the ancient maids' dresses of the French, and her hair, a shade of light cocoa, was knotted and tangled, and yet it still hung to the crook of her back. On the skin that was exposed due to the ripped clothes, red and black tribal tattoos could be seen running up her back and stomach, as well as reaching out to her limbs, and ending at her neck. Her amber eyes were bloodshot, and her breath was rapid.
"Alice." She panted quietly, her voice raspy and scared. "My name is Alice."
The girl spoke as if that was the only thing to hold onto. She placed her hands over her heart, licking her dry lips. Scarlet liquid dripped from her head, leaving a trail of blood as she walked behind her. She kept repeating the name - Alice, Alice. Alice was her name. The girl sighed, sitting down for a moment, clutching her head in pain.
"O-Ouch, that hurts..." she whispered to herself. "H-How did I get hurt? D-Did I fall?" She couldn't remember the answers to her own questions. After a moment of leaning against a large oak tree, she cleared her throat, licking at her lips again. She was so hungry, so thirsty, so tired. How long had she been walking? Was she recently hurt? Who was she? Where was she?
All these questions remained unanswered as Alice tipped her nose to the sky, sniffing lightly. Something smelled good, something smelled like... food. The girl's stomach rumbled violently, causing the girl to shriek shortly and clutch her stomach. She exhaled slowly, forcing herself to stand as she followed the smell.
The girl blinked as she came upon a house that looked similar to a castle-cottage hybrid. She wasn't sure what to call it, but she sure was hungry, and it smelled like there was food inside. Perhaps the person who lived here who would know who she is, or perhaps help her. Weakly, Alice raised her fist to the door, her amber eyes blinking for a moment as she made a decision. What if the person who lived here was an evil person? A cottage out here in the forest, that was very strange, hm?
The girl removed her fist from the inchworth of the door, placing it in her side as her index finger and thumb reached into her cleavage, as if she had something placed in her brazier. She pulled out a gold coin with a scratch on one side of the coin. As she flipped it, it landed on the side with the scratch. Allowing luck and chance to make her choice, Alice placed the coin back into her cleavage, raising her fist to the door again. As she knocked twice, she began to get dizzy, her knees buckling. The world spun around her, and she couldn't see straight.
As she saw the door open, everything went black.