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Chapter 12: Silverstream
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The Twelve Scions Chapter 13: Where the White Lilies Listen
Three weeks prior to meeting Lars and Len, Tirana Al - Samarrai was seething with rage. She had just arrived in Antares, exhausted from tidying up her childhood home's basement workshop, and she knocked a vase containing the last supply of ground black orchid she needed for her synthesis.Black dusts were all over the floor and Tirana was a hair thin from losing it. She tried to calm herself, reciting istighfar over and over. Tears of frustration welled up in her eyes. She knew what she wanted to do was wrong and against the teachings of Islam that she devotedly follows, but she was too far gone to turn back.Margaret's death was the last straw for Tirana. She couldn't bear the idea of accepting her best friend, someone who had been with her since childhood, died because of a rampaging VEIL and not a single VERSE agents are deployed to deal with her killer, to avenge her.Though Tirana did spend her childhood in Antares, surrounded by family of alchemists with deep ties to VERSE,
The Twelve Scions Chapter 14: Under the Summer Sun
"I'm so sorry to hear that."Tirana's story earned her looks of sympathy from Lars and Len. She crunched the edge of a picture of her and Margaret as she looked down. Now Lars felt guilty for cornering her earlier and had no idea what else to say. He scratched his sideburn and was about to say something supportive but it didn't manage to come out."I'm sorry to you guys as well. I had thought of keeping you around just in case to help me in my mission. That was wrong of me. This is my own battle.""No," Lars said, "I believe we're meant to find each other like this, to help each other's battles. If you weren't here to save us back then, we'd be done for. We still owe you for that."Len vigorously nodded. "Yeah, that's right. You've been a great help for us, so let us return the favor."Tirana smiled, a smile that was born out of gratefulness and relief. Her eyes slightly glassy and she tried to not let it show by looking down again. An awkward laugh came out of her seemi
The Twelve Scions Chapter 15: The First King's Trials
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The Twelve Scions Chapter 16: The Blue Fire
It was exactly during sunset when Lars, Len and Tirana regrouped at the small beach near the bookstore. The sky was bathed in gold and orange glow as the sun descended into the sea, pulling the curtain of night. The three took a quiet moment to enjoy the sunset for a while before commencing their mission.When it was fully dark, Lars, Len and Tirana scoured the beach, deciding a perfect spot to do their ritual. This particular beach was dirtier than Lesath, littered by innumerable plastics and trash that was beyond help by then. It made the act of finding a decent spot to do a sacred ritual almost impossible for the three."So let me get this straight," Len said. "We are going to do a ritual from ancient tribe's culture to call forth a mythical figure of some sorts, here in a beach full of shit?""Nah, if it doesn't work here we could try Lesath," Lars said."And we have no actual shrine.""Nope.""And it's not even full moon tonight.""Oh well.""And we're gonna do it.
The Twelve Scions Chapter 17: The Blue Door
Lars, Len and Tirana made their way back to the more crowded area of shopping district. They kept looking back and around to identify the potential watcher, but found no clue. Lars had mentioned it could be the old man who just wanted to see the ritual but Tirana wasn't going to risk it."I think we're safe now," Lars said, "now let's find this blue door thing.""Not just a blue door, any door with runes on it," Len added."Okay, but where should we look?"The three craned their necks to every direction, looking for something remotely blue or any possible candidate for the door. They did see the only place in the area with the most blue in it, but it was a place that they deemed highly unlikely to meet an old god."The mall, really?" Len said, voicing the others' mind.Lars audibly exhaled. "At this point, anything goes. Let's go."Lars, Len and Tirana entered the mall with the lowest amount of expectation, but since they didn't have the luxury of clearer clues, they just
The Twelve Scions Chapter 18: Realm of Blood and Solitude
'Who... dares...'A shrill voice was heard, soft and close to Len's ears. He felt a rush of chilling air and there was an invisible weight dropped on his shoulders. His entire body hair perked up like each strands were being sharply pulled by razor strings. Len shivered to a catatonic state, and it wasn't because of sheer cold alone.'Why... here..'.Len's lips trembled, unable to say anything. He wanted to run but his body was overwhelmed in severe paralysis. He felt the lump on his throat choking himself. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, unbridled and unwelcomed.'WHY?'A great force pushed Len down so hard it should've snap him in two, but it didn't. Len was falling into pitch black darkness, voiceless and motionless. Gravity pulled him down ever so slowly, lulling him in the dark air before finally tucked him down softly on the cold, hard grounds.After regaining his senses, Len stood up and the darkness dispersed. He was back at the Shaula Mall's entrance and foun
The Twelve Scions Chapter 19: Audience in the Dark
The surge of newfound strength in Lars' flaming white aura made him capable to leap twenty feet off the ground. The mermaid - whale monster met him halfway, along with spreading rush of scorching blood. They clashed in midair, creating another shockwave that break them apart.Lars propelled backwards in the air, but he didn't fall. He regained his balance and levitated, stunning the onlookers; Len, Tirana and the monstrous opponent. Lars held out his hand and just then really took attention of the intense aura that shrouded him like a second skin. He felt pleasant warmth of it all over his body, giving him strength like he never imagined before.Lars pointed his sword forward and focused his energy towards it. The sword gained tremendous amount of white flame blazing across the blade. Lars knew what to be done with it, a familiar presence guided him through his evolving instincts. He knew he could do this like he was born with it.Lars let out a battle cry and his sword unleashed
The Twelve Scions Chapter 20: A Fox's Antics
Lars was reminded of what Alt'ma said to him in the white chamber of his dreams, about the others. He studied the impostor's expression and yet his smile stayed unflinching. Despite still being careful with whatever stood before him, Lars was inclined to believe this impostor could actually clarify everything. As a sign of peace, he willed his sword away, returning it into a necklace."Could you explain to me all about this? No more jokes. And please stop talking with my face. I'm serious.""Why not? He gets to do that all his life." The impostor Lars nodded towards Len, and since nobody react to his joke, he threw his hands on the air in defeat. "Alright, alright, I'm just messing with ya."The Faux - Lars' body rippled in rainbow aura again, taking a new shape. The result was a short, slim young man with long, straight black hair. His olive skin glowed by the remnants of his shapeshifting aura, and his facial features were delicate, almost feminine; so much that Lars originally
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