FireBomb9

 My name is, or rather was, Karla Septimone, a resident in the world of Latrona: A world amidst a sea of several. Nine years ago, this world began to suffer a cataclysm that shook Latrona at her seams, slowly murdering it from chains invisible to the human eye. The eight elements of the world were in pain, suffering as the spirits who governed them began to slowly feel their energy wane. As decreed by Atlas, the name given to the god who created this land in the first place, a fragment of their energy was went to a newborn, infusing them with the power of a single element. These fragments were to come together, ascend to the heavens, and rest

 “–And the stars, twinkling at our world from below, descended from the night sky and shone forth, making their long-awaited arrival to Latrona in all their magnificence!” a female narrator spoke with enthusiasm among the group of people sitting outside. The sun was setting, and the stage outside was becoming an orange hue, but the eyes of the audience became glued in front of them as four people in long, golden dresses each nimbly dropped down from below. These four – two men and two women – both bore beautiful masks that accompanied their costume, another extravagantly dressed women with a similar mask soon fol

 Walking with a confident stride, Rai entered the bright castle, only slightly darker in its interior than the outside. He realized he had been in this castle before, when he had been separated from the others. To his left, right, and the floor up higher were the new spirits of lore, scattered and aloof, awaiting the arrival of he who would bear the new sword that can unite the dreams of all who live in Latrona. “Have you said your farewells?” Anna asked him first, walking towards him, and then following him up the center staircase. “Yes.” He answered quickly, looking at Anna, the woman he had never met before until

 Karla rose to her feet, as she always does, and seemed to isolate herself, both away from the crowd and the noise. She slowly turned around and saw each of the deviants and spirits looking at their counterpart, slightly scattered in a small area. The spirits of lore continued to slowly disappear as the deviants could do nothing but watch, and speak. “…Hm.” Rauster spoke, crossing his dissolving arms. “You know, you guys kinda have me at a loss here. I’m no good with farewells, and this is just turning out to be a little awkward, you know?” “It took us a being akin to a goddess to make us realize

 Rai opened his eyes, and nearly leapt in surprise at what he saw. He returned to the large, circular white stage that elevated them up from the ground. This was where he was right before the last battles began. Rai looked behind him and saw the countless millions looking up in silence and wonder. He looked up and saw the mirrored reflection, but with millions other people watching. He looked around him and saw each of the eight other deviants – Solomon included – standing in a curious pattern; three of them were equally spaced around him, making Rai a part of a square formation that pointing toward the center. The other four were

The end of the world. Not the ultimate end that halts even time, but the very last place in our world, the tiny corridor that bridges reality with simulacra. The deepest, innermost sanction of Latrona lay in the many levels of consciousness within Atlas, transporting the spirits to and fro, pulling them into a reality not known by any mortal man or woman. The only defining features of these masses of space the spirits fought and fought within were shaped through the spirit whose consciousness was beginning to drift toward Atlas. With no place else to turn to, the hearts of 6 spirits and 7 people linked to them entered Solace, slowly becoming

I cannot relinquish the agony. If everyone suffers, I won’t be the only one. Then I won’t have to. Covering his face with his arms crossed in front of him, Rai peeking through one eye as the strong winds shoved into his face. It was of a cooler wind, born from the fresh and cloudless sky. Looking below, he saw that the ground was not entirely far off; perhaps only a few miles away. “Yeah, nice way to drop me off, Ruban…” Rai groaned, trying to spread his body out so that he may fall slowly. But while doing so, he noticed the sky turn dark from behind him. Turning around, he noticed a massive swirling rope of

I cannot understand the feelings humankind. When people grow closer I become further away. The world before them swirled and twisted, violently shaping into place, building by building, fields of grass with trees and stone paths. The lost hamlet of Otana created itself rapidly before them! "Whoa!" Rai gasped, falling backwards as he landed on the ground. "Otana… It's good to see it in color! But where is everyone?" "I don't know, but I found at least one of them." Solomon said behind Rai, turning around to see him holding someone in his arms, cradled like a child. Slowly she opened her eyes and leapt in surprise. "…D-Dad!?

 The floor below them rose at a constant pace. The roof of the small pod the four was occupying was absent; they could peer up for as far as the eye can see. There was no end in sight. For all they knew, they could be rising forever. The walls were white, as if made from marble. The walls curved inward, like a bell, enclosing them more and more tightly. It was as through the pod was growing smaller, tighter. Tension grew from the silence like weeds, pulling at their limbs and making them more erratically at times, but only slightly. Theirs nerves chilled, freezing their movements, almost their thoughts. They could almost hear each other's hea