Spring. What a beautiful time of the year. A time, where life flourishes, and nature's wild and calmed beauty is shown clearly and fully once more, after three seasons of lively heat, peaceful passings, and mysterious cold. In Spring, beauty and life can be found everywhere. One of the more notable places being the Mountain Monastery. On it, life flourishes, and the monks live their peaceful lives, thinking that no true danger would come to their home.
...Of course, we can't have them living a lie. True danger can appear anywhere at anytime. It's just a matter of importance, circumstance, and maybe even a bit of boredom. For Girania, it was all three. She wanted to try out a new little technique she created and experiment with it a bit, but she needed some volunteers to assist her. One of her former assistants had been sharing a rumor about monks being strong, powerful individuals with calmed minds and unmatched skill in the martial arts, so she decided to see if they were good enough to help her.
They weren't.
When Girania had initially arrived, she descended down to their monastery grounds. They had simply surrounded the winged woman. She had attempted to use words to get them to assist her, but they had declined. Disappointed, she needed something lift her spirits. So, she decided to help them. She used her Pyromancy to cremate the body of one monk who had died that day. Out of respect for their bond to the man, she she'd a single tear as she spread his ashes across the wind.
Then the strangest thing happened! The monks, who she had helped not a moment ago, had attacked her! She tried to plead them to stop, but it was as if they had gone mad! She managed to evade their attacks, but she just couldn't understand why they attack her. And they kept it up, too. They kept circling and charging, and throwing kicks and punches and swipes and swings at her. Her confusion simply grew as they continued. Then, as if attempting to overtake what was happening, another strange thing happened. They all fell to the ground. Silent.
...
Let's face it. In reality, Girania didn't need volunteers, but subjects that she could experiment on. It is true that she cremated a monk that had died that day, but he was very much alive before she sent a small pebble-sized fireball right through his body, burning through the poor man'a heart. It is also true that she had cried when she spread his ashes, although it was not a single tear that fell from her face, but several that flowed from her eyes. Girania couldn't help it. She found it funny how quickly she turned the corpse to ash. She hadn't done something like that in so long, she had forgotten how simple it was!
The best part was when the monks attempted to attack her. It was adorable. Their faces didn't show anger, but faces can rarely be trusted. However, what they failed to show in their faces, their eyes showed instead. They would allow her to get away with anything Girania had done. She tried to tell them not to attack, as she had planned to bring back a few of them for her experiment, but they didn't listen, and ended up as piles of bloody meat and bone, scattered across the grounds.
It was a shame that she couldn't take back one, but there was some good that came from all this. Their deathly silence made this monastery seem just as one would expect a monk monastery. Quiet, tranquil, and peaceful. Girania stuck around to just let it sight and sound sink in.
...Of course, we can't have them living a lie. True danger can appear anywhere at anytime. It's just a matter of importance, circumstance, and maybe even a bit of boredom. For Girania, it was all three. She wanted to try out a new little technique she created and experiment with it a bit, but she needed some volunteers to assist her. One of her former assistants had been sharing a rumor about monks being strong, powerful individuals with calmed minds and unmatched skill in the martial arts, so she decided to see if they were good enough to help her.
They weren't.
When Girania had initially arrived, she descended down to their monastery grounds. They had simply surrounded the winged woman. She had attempted to use words to get them to assist her, but they had declined. Disappointed, she needed something lift her spirits. So, she decided to help them. She used her Pyromancy to cremate the body of one monk who had died that day. Out of respect for their bond to the man, she she'd a single tear as she spread his ashes across the wind.
Then the strangest thing happened! The monks, who she had helped not a moment ago, had attacked her! She tried to plead them to stop, but it was as if they had gone mad! She managed to evade their attacks, but she just couldn't understand why they attack her. And they kept it up, too. They kept circling and charging, and throwing kicks and punches and swipes and swings at her. Her confusion simply grew as they continued. Then, as if attempting to overtake what was happening, another strange thing happened. They all fell to the ground. Silent.
...
Let's face it. In reality, Girania didn't need volunteers, but subjects that she could experiment on. It is true that she cremated a monk that had died that day, but he was very much alive before she sent a small pebble-sized fireball right through his body, burning through the poor man'a heart. It is also true that she had cried when she spread his ashes, although it was not a single tear that fell from her face, but several that flowed from her eyes. Girania couldn't help it. She found it funny how quickly she turned the corpse to ash. She hadn't done something like that in so long, she had forgotten how simple it was!
The best part was when the monks attempted to attack her. It was adorable. Their faces didn't show anger, but faces can rarely be trusted. However, what they failed to show in their faces, their eyes showed instead. They would allow her to get away with anything Girania had done. She tried to tell them not to attack, as she had planned to bring back a few of them for her experiment, but they didn't listen, and ended up as piles of bloody meat and bone, scattered across the grounds.
It was a shame that she couldn't take back one, but there was some good that came from all this. Their deathly silence made this monastery seem just as one would expect a monk monastery. Quiet, tranquil, and peaceful. Girania stuck around to just let it sight and sound sink in.
