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It was cold then. But you guys were all there... It was this period when time seemed to freeze over. After many decades, the destructive flames in the village of Liber had finally been reduced to a warm glow. With the rigorous war reaching it's final chapter and coming to an end, the people of Domumignis were finally extinguished. The people of Domum weren't like those of Liber (perhaps this is why the war had to happen) It was their contrast with the people of Liber that fueled the controversy. The people of Liber used the entirety of their existence to maintain their image in all of humanity's glory. It was forbidden to break the chain that they worshiped as their identity. Liber's hair spectrum was an underwhelming set of blondes, browns, and blacks that would be all they would ever know (and that didn't trouble them at all) The mundane, ivory color of their skin was customary to them. Well...to most of them. It was when two worlds finally met that those who were growing shaky in their beliefs grew further apart from Liber's core. It was the people of Domum (who were known as the Arcanes) that were to blame for this. Besides the variance of their appearance, even their blood was rumored to burn differently. They were known to be dangerous for having control over the elements themselves. Most people of Arcane nature were sweet and nurturing, but tame vegetation can't stop the wildflowers from growing. The Arcane people heard word of the fuming war that was being built up in Liber and the majority decided to participate in the fight willingly to protect their families who lived in the outskirts of the village. The people of Domum had skin as pale as the snow that fell every winter solstice. Their pupils were darker than night, but their irises glowed an intense golden color that could be seen when the sun took it's fall from the sky. The hair that framed their faces was the "worst" of all their features. Blooming, red tresses fell in a wavy texture down their shoulders and contrasted heavily with their luminous snowy skin. It was this feature that yelled to the world who they were. It was a color that couldn't be achieved by any way of chemicals, magics, or alchemy itself.
"Trying to fight for acceptance is denying the fire burning in my veins..."
Rebellion brings together one family in fate.
Thank you for your sacrifice.
It was simple math all along. The ratio for one Arcane of Domum was met with five men of Liber. And though the Arcane were gifted, this wasn't their war to win. The time was finally met where all people of Domum were going to be exterminated. The last Arcane, (one woman) was found in the eye of the battlefield. On her knees, hands clasped as tears stained her gleaming face, she could be identified as being in the midst of prayer. The trademark crimson strands of her hair fell in waves down her delicate frame and down her torso to graze above her waist. Her shoulders were gentle and seemed to be at ease though her surroundings were all, but peaceful. The woman's eyelashes were long and curled in a fantastical manner that embellished her features and complimented the almond shape of her eyes. Behind her lids, those mystic, Arcane irises would be found. By the will of fate, she was discovered by a head soldier by the name of Aldren Sinclair. This man had instantaneously fallen head over heels. His traditional brown eyes widened in bewilderment by the beauty he stumbled upon. He had never seen anything in his lifetime that could be her equivalent. Not even stories had described anything or anyone as striking. The allure she had was undeniable. The woman's body glowed as if the moon's light originated from her inner being. Even the soil where she sat had a peculiar appearance. The grass seemed to stretch outwards forming a small crater around her. As Aldren's body hovered over the woman, even he himself began to feel unworthy of being in her presence. The blood of this woman's Arcane brothers and sisters stained his hands and his armor. The tension of the ending war began to settle. The last area where the two stood converged into silence. It was in that moment that orders were shouted to Aldren from the leader of Liber, to finally rid the world of the Arcane disease. His back turned to the lady behind him, he was completely baffled. "Disease?" If this woman had to be classified, "disease" simply would not be the word. To any disease, SHE would be the cure. Just her appearance alone could mend a torn spirit while warming it simultaneously. Completely engulfed in his thoughts, Aldren is suddenly hauled back to reality when she touches him. A warmth emits where her hand gently grips onto his bicep. A spark of light materializes and starts to expand out into the form of a large barrier of luminescence that encompasses the two of them before enclosing on the entire battlefield. When the light eases out, the bodies of the fallen, Liber and Arcane had disappeared. (Rumored from that day to have ascended in that instant) Flowers could be found in full growth where each person fell bereft of life. The man, Aldren, was found to be glowing intensely as his stained armor now sparkled in clarity and his wounds were healed. The woman's eyes were now open as she was staring up at him, her bright, particular golden eyes finally being revealed. As a smile forms on her rosy pink lips, her head falls weak as she faints at his feet. These grounds were made holy. And for some unexplained reason, no one could suggest harm to the last of the Arcane. This woman known formally as the Arcane Angel, was addressed by her birth name of Amia Pura. She would be accepted as the first Arcane to be trusted by all of Liber. Aldren Sinclair would soon change her name forever to be Amia Sinclair. The two would then build a home in the countryside smackdab in the middle of the land the meets exactly between Domum and Liber. This is where they would start a family. They would have an elder son by the name of August and a younger daughter, Autumn Sinclair. The first living proof of unity between Liber and Domumignis...and probably the last.
"Trying to fight for acceptance is denying the fire burning in my veins..."
Rebellion brings together one family in fate.
Thank you for your sacrifice.
It was simple math all along. The ratio for one Arcane of Domum was met with five men of Liber. And though the Arcane were gifted, this wasn't their war to win. The time was finally met where all people of Domum were going to be exterminated. The last Arcane, (one woman) was found in the eye of the battlefield. On her knees, hands clasped as tears stained her gleaming face, she could be identified as being in the midst of prayer. The trademark crimson strands of her hair fell in waves down her delicate frame and down her torso to graze above her waist. Her shoulders were gentle and seemed to be at ease though her surroundings were all, but peaceful. The woman's eyelashes were long and curled in a fantastical manner that embellished her features and complimented the almond shape of her eyes. Behind her lids, those mystic, Arcane irises would be found. By the will of fate, she was discovered by a head soldier by the name of Aldren Sinclair. This man had instantaneously fallen head over heels. His traditional brown eyes widened in bewilderment by the beauty he stumbled upon. He had never seen anything in his lifetime that could be her equivalent. Not even stories had described anything or anyone as striking. The allure she had was undeniable. The woman's body glowed as if the moon's light originated from her inner being. Even the soil where she sat had a peculiar appearance. The grass seemed to stretch outwards forming a small crater around her. As Aldren's body hovered over the woman, even he himself began to feel unworthy of being in her presence. The blood of this woman's Arcane brothers and sisters stained his hands and his armor. The tension of the ending war began to settle. The last area where the two stood converged into silence. It was in that moment that orders were shouted to Aldren from the leader of Liber, to finally rid the world of the Arcane disease. His back turned to the lady behind him, he was completely baffled. "Disease?" If this woman had to be classified, "disease" simply would not be the word. To any disease, SHE would be the cure. Just her appearance alone could mend a torn spirit while warming it simultaneously. Completely engulfed in his thoughts, Aldren is suddenly hauled back to reality when she touches him. A warmth emits where her hand gently grips onto his bicep. A spark of light materializes and starts to expand out into the form of a large barrier of luminescence that encompasses the two of them before enclosing on the entire battlefield. When the light eases out, the bodies of the fallen, Liber and Arcane had disappeared. (Rumored from that day to have ascended in that instant) Flowers could be found in full growth where each person fell bereft of life. The man, Aldren, was found to be glowing intensely as his stained armor now sparkled in clarity and his wounds were healed. The woman's eyes were now open as she was staring up at him, her bright, particular golden eyes finally being revealed. As a smile forms on her rosy pink lips, her head falls weak as she faints at his feet. These grounds were made holy. And for some unexplained reason, no one could suggest harm to the last of the Arcane. This woman known formally as the Arcane Angel, was addressed by her birth name of Amia Pura. She would be accepted as the first Arcane to be trusted by all of Liber. Aldren Sinclair would soon change her name forever to be Amia Sinclair. The two would then build a home in the countryside smackdab in the middle of the land the meets exactly between Domum and Liber. This is where they would start a family. They would have an elder son by the name of August and a younger daughter, Autumn Sinclair. The first living proof of unity between Liber and Domumignis...and probably the last.
