With beast, I raise my shield blocking a attack on a group of song soldiers. I can't help but scowl
"Leaving so many soliders behind to die? That's more then a little cruel. Its a waste of life and man power"
I throw the beast off and I cut it open. I then get to moving, I cut countless of the creatures down. I nod to the commanding officer
"Why are you helping us"
I shake my head slowly
"This war, its useless, but the awakened and masters their throwing away aren't"
I lift my shield
"Go I will hold off the jungle. I'm a Saint, thats my job is it not?"
The man studies me for some time. He looks over at his soldiers then he sighs.
"Thank you..."
Finally the group of injured awakened leave as I keep the jungle off their back.
I finally usher the last song soldier to their fortress. I've been holding off the jungle for a bit now, thankfully my aspect is quite good at it, its not used to extreme cold so the jungle is quite weak to it. I've heard whispers, the angel of godgrave. What a odd nickname for me. An angel, me? Its unearned, and no matter how many i save it will stay that way, simply because I'm doing this for my own good, to lessen their love for the sovereigns so the two can be cut down easier. While I do that the midnight actors guild pulls of hit and run raids on both armies to show that while the sovereigns are strong, their still being harassed by a lone saint, 20 ascended and 30 awakened.
With sun, water whips my face as I run on the deck of the ship. Its going to crack. My breathing is too fast. Too shallow. Why am I panicking? Oh that's right, the dark sea is why. Will I never get over that terror. I have to survive so, when the citadel is taken and the song or valor saints leave to go back to their armies, I can steal it. I grab a rope and... even while my....heart? Or whatever version this puppet body has, is beating rapidly each one like the ticking of a clock to my death, I finally jump overboard. I clutch onto the ships hull, I grip my tools in my other hand and I start fixing the cracks. I have to go quickly or I may drown. If I can drown, I think I can. With each move everything grows more faint. I have to keep going. I have to. I ha...ve to. The rope i had tied around my waist goes tight and I'm pulled up. I land on the ship with a wet slap, face first too. I get on my hands and knees and I cough out water.
"Hey! Don't do that again!"
Just as fast as dark dancer appeared she went to go help with another problem. I feel a set of hands pull me up. I look up at my teammate
"Wow... you really do look like a sad wet cat"
Ascended knox grimaces at my words. He's completely soaked and now more then a little annoyed at all this.
With heart I curl up. I'm so tired of this.
"How long until this is over?"
Archie grins, its hollow and quickly failing.
"Oh maybe tomorrow you know? I dont know maybe today. All that we are doing is making the houndmaster stronger"
I straighten looking at him
"Houndmaster?"
Thats i term I normally use or well storm and beast normally use. He looks away seemingly sheepish, no matter how tired he is he still stays so him.
"Dont tell anyone I called him that. Its what the angel has been calling him. The queen is the puppeteer, I like the nicknames."
I sigh shaking my head at this all.
"Archie."
He jumps a little at Holly's voice. Madeleine is leaning on her shoulder sleeping, both are under a vine holly made move above them to give at least some shade.
"Sorry commander"
Far later when the battle starts, and stops due to the clouds opening. The frozen battle seems to boil by just how hot it truly is. Flakes of ash dance in the air. That is until it seems for a second that snow flakes come from the hollows, as well as a mercy, truly cold wind. A mercy neither the king of swords or the queen of worms could, or even would, give to the tired soldiers. Many know how truly would give them this, a saint thats connected to neither of the great clans, yet has been the one to save countless of the soliders, and the one to hold back the skinwalker.
With storm as the ivory island moves i finally manifest. I dont have too much longer before valor soldiers are stationed here.
"Sunless, neph"
I nod to the two fellow saints, and helpers. I dig in my bag and I pull out a truly massive harness
"Damnation, did you actually make that?"
Sunless walks forward looking it over
"Yeah its for flame"
He huffs
"Oh is it finally supreme?"
I nod
"A supreme tyrant"
He starts choking, even neph seems shocked
"Don't ask me, death doesn't tell me anything. I'd love to know how that happened too"
He sighs shaking his head
"I finished the daggers. Simple but Damnation, when did you get the ability to write like that?"
I shrug
"Written by death and as I said, doesn't tell me anything."
He sighs heavily taking out the set of duel daggers. They remind me of my old memory the snow and ash daggers. Its almost enough to make me sad, why did I ever give it away? I grab the daggers putting essence into them
[You have obtained a memory: dance of the duel kings]
Oh spooky name. Sunless starts muttering to himself about how complex the harness will be or something. Neph comes over looking over the new memory
"Well?"
I study the two
"Well? guess who's the first in the cohort to get a sacred memory."
Her face goes blank or more then normal
"That's a..."
I nod
"Of the 7th tier as well!"
I flip the daggers carefully
"No death didnt kill a bunch of cursed abominations. Apparently out in the frost there's a older battle ground, and guess what, a ton of those dead bodies still have their soul shards. Although all of the sacred ones already got taken by death about a year back, and are now this memory"
She blinks a few times incredibly shocked.
"Well... I guess you are the first."
A shame I won't be able to use these things myself, going right to death I'm sure, for whatever their doing. Really what are they doing? Maybe the description could give some light on it.
[Two kings, one of death, of darkness and shadow, of the snow the other of the sun, of fire, of passion, and light, of the ash met. The two grew from only transcendent to that of supremes and to the edge of being gods. That's when everything fell apart and the ash king's attacked. Knowing he could never hurt his friend, the snow king created a crown using the help of the god that made him. When the two finally met in battle it ended in silence as both became gods and died in equal measure]
"Oh damn"
She leans over
"What?"
I look down at the two daggers.... are they? Well that is even more dark.
"Looked at the description"
Sunless is still muttering about how complex that harness will be, why? What does death have planned for it? Either way I'm sure it will be grand.