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saturn.

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oc creator:

• HIIII!

pairings:

• G&G, B&G, And Etc.

availability:

• open & selective

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inspiration:

• This is inspired off Both Elden Ring and the spin-off Nightreign! Though not necessarily inside of the elden ring’s world. The magic and atmosphere are taken to be used with the

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disclaimers:

• TW Death, segregation, slavery, abuse, and blood

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notes:

• Please note the story for her is still WIP, so check next time whenever I announce it!

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O1.505 • Arctic Monkeys

”But I crumble completely when you cry!

It seems like once again, you've had to greet me with goodbye!

I'm always just about to go and spoil the surprise

Take my hands off of your eyes too soon. “

O2. (Don’t Fear) The Reaper • Blue Oyster Cult

”Came the last night of sadness,

And it was clear, she couldn't go on.

Then the door was open and the wind appeared,

The candles blew then disappeared.

The curtains flew and then he appeared, saying don't be afraid.

Come on baby, and she had no fear.

And she ran to him, then they started to fly.

They looked backward and said goodbye, she had become like they are.

She had taken his hand, she had become like they are.

Come on baby, don't fear the reaper.“

O3. I AM NOT SO TALL • Camp Blu

”And I don′t know if i'll stay now.

My eyes they burn from this crowd

Can’t see my face, across the hall

I want to die, I’m not so tall!

Oh, I swear I’m not this obscure

I know the words I said were sure

But you still ask If I love you.

I don’t even know, I can’t get through.

I can’t get through. “

O4. I wanna be yours • Arctic Monkeys

” Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours.

Wanna be yours

Wanna be yours

Wanna be yours

Wanna be yours. “

O5. I Bet on Losing Dogs • Mitski

” Will you let me, baby, lose on losing dogs?

I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place by the ring.

Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down,

I wanna feel it.

I bet on losing dogs

I always want you when I'm finally fine.

How you'd be over me

Looking in my eyes when I come.

Someone to watch me die. “

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• The skies of blue, the piercing fire that’s ignited in the dark void. The blue eyes watch the stars glittering from afar; her skin dark as the night. Reaching her finger tips. The blue hue of her outlined fingers touched into the air. Feeling weightless but feeling the presence of the story was told within her confined space. Her longing to be within the stars, the sorceress’ hands kept trying to reach for her home. One that was so far away but she couldn’t help and try to find her glowing home. Upon the white willows she rests on, the ever blue yet radiant glow of the flowing lake. Her figure resting on the ground brought comfort to her.

• Both her hands reached for one star that was brighter. Perhaps a comet that was flying towards her, but instead her fingertips past the flowing comet that ed her; the sense of a star calling her name. The mistress feeling their radiance that graced her skin, her white eyelashes fluttered lightly to let one tear fall beneath her cheek. Her tear was more than just a clear orb. It had glitter falling from her eye. The somber stars that didn’t waste no time to come to the lands. The stars formed and aligned one another. They formed into a figure, pressing their barings onto the grass.

• “My dear sweet child. One of the stars, you look lost.” The soft figure made of stars spoke leaning towards Isabella. Their sparkled fingertips pressing onto her cheek, the child of stars loomed up to her to feel them caress her cheek. Her dark fingertips lifted up to touch the figure’s palms. Her eyes welled with tears and dropping of more tears. One that had glitter and cleared crystals. “Ah, my child. Do not cry. It will be alright. Do not worry. You will alway have me.” The figure’s arms slowly held Isabella from her underarms. Giving her a light hug, one that was overdue. Soon she gave into the hug. Both her arms wrapping around the figure and sinking into their skin. But never letting them go.

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full name:

• Isabella Estrella

The name Isabella, with its origins tracing back to Italian and Spanish roots, means "Devoted to God" or "Pledged to God." The name Isabella comes from the Hebrew name Elisheba, a form of Elizabeth. Isabella, meaning consecrated or pledged to God, has origins in Italian and Spanish. It is also a form of Isabel and has a rich history in medieval royals.

In the term for Isabella, she does follow a way towards a light where she wanted to pledge herself to god’s help, after a while. She found some comfort, learning ways that she didn’t believe were possible from her earliest ages. Learning things that her others wouldn’t teach her. Finding a possession of comfort, even at her darkest hours. She could only find a radiance of light through the tunnel of darkness.

A Spanish twist to the Latin Stella, Estrella is a feminine name that shares the meaning "star." Celestial bodies have amazed humans for eons, which can be seen in Estrella's ancient Anatolian root, ḫašterz[a], dating back to the Hittites of the Anatolian Bronze Age. A shining beacon inside and out, it's no wonder Estrella finds itself among a close-knit group of similar-sounding appellations—none of which compare to your little leading hero.

Perhaps she wasn’t meant to be a hero, but she did use her beacon to find her way out of the darkness that kept her inbind. However; this didn’t mean she was able to use the stars to grant her true strength. Even through their struggles the focus wasn’t sharp at an age where she barely understood her true capability. She is a Celestial, unknowingly.

nicknames:

Bella. | Estra. | Ba!

• These names were mostly used so only most didn’t bother to learn her full name, let alone her speaking her name properly. Unfortunately she couldn’t speak without paper or dirt to trail her name. Those that had ownership of her name only named her Ba! A name that ‘suited’ for Isebella. Though no one paid attention to her name. Nor will she have the attention to let those know her real name. Perhaps to hide away to not be bullied like she was again.

titles/aliases:

Celestial Whisperer of Uxeuginia. | Gentle Starlight Seeker. | The Astral Child

• The title is earned by her finding the stars in her grace, lending her the spirit to conquer the stars to her will, letting be able to find a path where she can feel free from what was holding her back. To wonder and let their glowing guidance bring her to a warmer home, where she truly belongs.

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birthdate:

March 18. | 323.

• No one knows how far one could age. Especially she doesn’t know how far her age grows. But she’s been one that has a small celebration for her everlasting life.

origins:

Provataur. | Uxeuginia.

• Uxeuginia is a home for one who likes to be granted grace and have the ultimate pleasure of living such a life that contraptions work on unbelievable levels. Even with magic that had the power of conquering one’s destiny, but only lost throughout the ruins of their homes. It still holds to be the best place for miracles and sorceries. But holds a strong segregation between folks that aren’t born like the rest of them.

residence:

• She often lives in an old home. One that is distant from anyone to be near her home; though it does carry many rooms that are often filled with tools, brews, and so on. Sometimes her home changes depending on the condition of her environment. Often switching from fall to winter within a night or two. Her home is rather strange but it’s been like that for however long.

Her home:

inside her home:

accent:

Received Pronunciation.

• Even as she cannot speak, she can use her thoughts to mostly speak to herself.

languages:

Sign language. | English. | Chinese. | Japanese. | Russian. | Spanish. | German. | Italian.

• After her hundred years, she took books from places that allowed her to find some new languages that allow her to speak to others that she would visit. And whenever she doesn’t have enough mana or is exhausted, she’ll use her hands to show her emotions. Or changes the colors off her staff to show different varieties of language and emotions.

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orientation:

• Pansexual. | No preferences, all is fine!

• Growing up she got to meet some good people. They often assisted her throughout her journey and found some that connected with her, though she couldn’t tell them that she had feelings for them. Leaving her often in the dark when those that didn’t know, or one that acknowledged her love; but choice to leave her.

gender identity:

Female. | She/her.

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religion:

Polytheism.

• She never had a preference for one religion, often at times she took time to learn about the gods without sticking to one. She always believed there was more than just one; leaving her to discover many gods, goddess. Leaving her to understand multiple gods and goddesses that have a hold to their fate. Especially, herself.

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social class:

Upper-middle class.

• She does often get some commissions to take up anyone trying to use her for a good price. Even though she lives in such a beautiful manner that have many homes. Sometimes she doesn’t take the money if the person is desperate for assistance, though she does it because kindness never costs nothing.

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education:

Former Education.

• One starting off a one knowing so little, now knows where the stars can be lined and the universe can be pulse by her feeling throughout the waves. Having the knowledge that let her know of how one’s story begins and one’s story ends. Though this can be a curse to be at the seems.

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occupation:

Sorceress.

• Never to be a long time employed mistress that would stay with her squad. Sometimes once they’re done with the task given at hand, or to at least assist them for what they need. But there are rare occasions where she assembles a crew for her to be assisted to reach impossible odds, even after they are down. She would pay them till she almost ran out of her own money.

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overview:

• She is often quiet but often she uses her thoughts to only speak to herself. Even as she’s still a mute. Bella uses her kindness to assist anyone that’s in need of her, whether that is helping them get from point A to point B. Or to simply fix their wounds as best as she can. But no matter how hard she tries, she seems to be in the shadows with others that are greater than her. Often letting her turn away to her home to be in the smothering candles that comfort her.

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myers-briggs:

• ISFP

moral alignment:

• Social good

temperament:

• Phlegmatic.

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positive traits:

Caring. | Observant. | Warm-hearted.

• At times, there’s always something that makes Bella a caring mother. Her care is undoubtedly greater than anyone has seen, leaving her to cook for the person. And give them the love that’s playing at a level that makes her so kind, but loving. Perhaps it’s bad. Having the affection of a mother, but needing something to cling to.

negative traits:

Obsessive. | Overemotional. |Extremely shy.

• These traits are often called from her past, she was always emotional whenever she was little. And always shy around the newest people that she meets. She needed to get these traits off of her. But she was never shown any affection from her past. Making her unfixed with love that has not been sealed within her heart. Leaving it shattered and open. For someone to seal the cracks and give her the love she lingered for.

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hobbies:

Learning of the stars. | Brewing potions. | Reading wholesome books.

• After escaping her homeland, she fled away to another part of her land called Vowood, another part of those gifted of magic. Even then, they had destroyed the law of those being segregated. Letting her find a home that she can finally rest within. Learning the secrets the stars hold for her.

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likes:

Reading. | Finding new spells. | Staying within someone that treats her nicely.

• Within her hundred years, she learned the art of keeping at peace. Learning to find ways to keep herself busy. Testing spells that need to be perfected and accurate, or to use some improvisation to make new spells that create new spells made from her.

dislikes:

Being yelled at. | Having a raised hand at her. | Feeling helpless.

• While she was still at a young age, she learned that others would use her for whatever they saw fit to be used. The people she served raised their voice, and hands at her. Making her feel terrible but undeniably helpless, held by her heavy shackles. She still feels those shacks. Sometimes she doesn’t want to feel the pain from what she felt in her earliest life.

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habits:

Hugging loved ones. | Practicing mindfulness. | Listening actively.

• These are from mostly her travels, during the hundred years she spent. Earlier from her life she was forced to keep herself to actively listen and practice her mindfulness. To not displease anyone that seems to want something to happen, giving them a good reason to punish the servants. Including her, but hugging her loved one often came from her group she traveled with. Leaving her to hug them to feel their warmth and love.

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food:

• Pepperoni Pizza.

color:

• bright yellow.

animal:

• Sheep.

music artist:

• Gorillaz.

drink:

• Cherry-tea.

season:

• Winter.

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sweet or salty?

• sweet.

hot or cold?

• cold.

leader or follower?

• follow.

optimist or pessimist?

• optimist.

early bird or night owl?

• night owl.

inside or outside?

• inside.

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physique:

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Eye color:

• Onahau.

height:

• 5’2 ft.

weight

• 148 pounds

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voice:

• Isabella - Falin Touden Dungeon Meshi (Lisa Reimold VA)

• Her champion - Messmer the Impaler Elden Ring: Shadow of The Erdtree (Jack Barton)

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tattoos:

All of these tattoos are all white on Isabella and not other colors, unless its in the dark. Then they all glow into a blue hue.

• Stars across and aligned on her left arm; Leading her towards a home where she’ll keep looking for.

• Red rings on her left fingers; Drawing points where she’s been in life. But praising her for the terrible turmoil that has transpired.

• The blue flowers on her right hand; Her ever growing love and her ability to keep learning.

piercings:

• One golden ring on her left ear.

scars:

• One large scar that crosses her belly button.

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clothing style:

• Loosely fitted clothing or wooly clothing that keeps her warm.

accessories:

• Small bracelet with red beads on her left wrist.

• Leather bag.

• Little stars on her hair.

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items:

• Small bell.

• Few vials.

• A few branches.

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aroma:

• Champagne Toast

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overview:

• Guidance ; Whenever she feels lost within a place she doesn’t recognize. She will find the stars to lead her home or to a nearby town.

• Star gazer ; With the arts from the stars, she is able to conquer spells that can cause strong attacks or quick beams to fire at her target.

• The Calling ; Within her mana and her blood, she can use a few forbidden spells that can take down stronger opponents but often leaves her at a disadvantage of having less recovery time after a strong attack.

lore:

• Being a celestial, one night she would find one star brighter than usual. Peeking her head out of the window, her blue eyes were lit to the bright stars that adored her. For who she could be, giving her the gift to have the stars be at her side when the time was right. But after learning of the way the stars moved and being granted ways to understand how the stars choose one's fate.

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weaknesses:

Secretive | Self-doubt. | Overly Empathetic.

• These are some things that she views as larger than herself. At times whenever something that would get her down, these happen to seep much deeper. Whispering deep lies that are filled from previous owners that still saw her weakness. How she was feared and cowardly. Even as she could muster strength one overpowers her.

strengths:

Determination. | Patience. | Adaptive.

• However long she learned for her magic, Isabella learned how to use these three strengths. Having patience when time gets slow, be determined when so much is at stake. Being adaptive when something seems so far from her reach. These three helped her to be a good sorceress to be able to tackle her challenges.

limitations:

limit mana. | limited bell rings. | limited vials for restoring mana.

• These are often at times the worst things to face whenever she’s in battle. Sometimes she cannot have enough vials for long drawn out battles, and she cannot last very long if she’s using larger spells that require more mana to draw out her true strength. So sticking with small portions that take less mana and stamina

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skills:

Rain of Falling Comets. | Stars of Ruin. | Azur’s Comet.

• These are skills that she’s learned from reading her scrolls and understanding what these stories held for her. She was able to learn these skills that allow her to sense then harness these stars, granting her to deal enough to break mountains or oversized boulders.

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combat:

battle Sorcerer.

• Sorceries can engage in combat using a variety of styles, ranging from pure spell-casting to hybrid builds incorporating melee weapons. which balances spellcasting with melee attacks. This style allows for versatility in combat, adapting to different enemy types and situations.

weapons:

Incarnated Nexus.

• Once a proud sorcerer too wielding the stars, being able to stop them at once with just one swing. One that was feared upon the lands for the capability to destroy one’s home with a single spell. Once the staff was down, waiting for the next person to be able to stop the stars too. And

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mental overview:

• Sometimes her mental health can take a toll. There isn’t enough time where she can share how she feels at times whenever something that takes an affect on her. But never could she explain these feelings that are wielded down to her very heart.

physical overview:

• She can always stay in shape, but that does have her body short. There isn’t much she can do to try and stay in shape. Limiting how she eats and at least taking once and awhile to do something active. If she’s not working on a commission, read all her books, and not visiting the town.

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phobias:

Thanatophobia. | Fear of Vulnerability. | Fear of Abandonment.

• Often from her past. These were things that often left her in such a condition that one could look at her and say, ‘poor thing.’ But they didn’t care. No one cared for Isebella whenever she was in such conditions that she needed attention and help. Which often gave her panic attacks and left her to cry for hours.

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mother:

Annika Estralla. | 532. | Dead.

• Isabella’s mother was never one to raise her hand at Isabella. But often she tried and guided her through her way. Whether she connected spiritually or found ways to connect with her to the living. However her death was unavoidable. That day, Isabella lost her innocence.

father:

Nicholas Raven. | 494. | Unknown.

• Isabella doesn’t know of her father, but she knows that he was gone for a very long time after her birth. But the girl never heard of her father for quite some time. Nor heard a name for a long time. She wished she could’ve met her father.

Champion of Relentless Might.

• The time she was down to her knees. To the brink of death, the bell rang out. Seizing the time, the man in iron appeared before her very eyes. Locking her into a confined bubble, not to trap and frighten her. But to save her.

And whenever she summons her champion, she'll be enveloped into a bubble to protect her from harm.

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close friends:

Sindreth elmante | 42. | Unknown.

Gathic Zelzimzo | 24. | Unknown.

Vihvur Lulet | 47 | Unknown.

Gorkudd Amberwinds | 37. | Unknown.

• These four were the closest people that she’s been with. Never got to tell them that she wanted to stay within the group even after they disbanded from their party. She always had a dear heart for them. Wanting them back so she could tell them how much she yearned for their return.

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pets:

Falin. | 6 years old. | Alive.

• Falin may be a stubborn cat, but there’s times where the cat comes to Isabella and cuddles with her. Sometimes she does get annoying, but Isabella loves her dearly.

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love interest:

She is still looking for someone.

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• Uxeuginia was one of these lands that embraced their people for who they were. Whether they were gifted or not. Those gifted with a strength that was beyond human were looked at like some kind of god, called the Celestials. Those that weren’t gifted were shunned from light, often at times they were forced to do labor for those of a higher chain. They were called Muggles. Clearly seemingly ment for those that weren’t gifted too. Especially her. Isabella. Her mother, Annika. She was truly a gifted woman. One to summon thunder at the tip of her fingers and leave every land in dust. But she gave birth to Isabella. Her magic slowly dwindled, leaving her to walk on two feet like a Muggle. Though once the Celestials found out, the powerful sorceress was no longer carrying their lasting power; they took her and Isabella. While she was still a toddler. Their midnight fingertips reach each other to be in their grasp. ‘M.mother!’ She desperately cried out for her mom! Her tears falling off her cheek, trying to reach her small fingertips to hold onto her mother! But words were all but mumbles. However earlier, only her mother would find out that her daughter was a mute. Though they didn’t acknowledge her disability. Only seeing it as some kind of weakness. One that couldn’t perform magic so well without reciting the words of casting a certain spell. The older male holding the child’s wrist! She pleaded and screamed for her mother! While her mother watched helplessly as she too was shackled like her daughter.

• Throughout the night, arriving at the castle in the center of Uxeuginia. Both Isabella and her mother were placed to be servants for the Celestials. There weren’t many times that she was able to see her mother. Often at times, they were separated and forced to work tasks that were beyond assistance. Isabella was tasked to clean the floors, wash dishes, and serve the owners without question. Scrub, scrub, scrub. Rubbing the tiny brush against the marble floor; she’d brushed the floors till she was told to stop. The chains against her neck were making her rather tired, with a sudden splash onto the floor. Wine dropped from a golden cup. Her blue eyes looked at the red liquor before being yelled at. “These floors aren’t clean enough! Keep cleaning!” The golden cup was thrown at her. Leaving a piece of flesh to peel open from her cheek! The small red orbs dropped onto the liquor that was poured onto the floor. With a mixture of tears streaming down her cheek. Seemingly the man with a tone had likely been drunk. Scraping against her cheek. But Isabella was thinking that she was doing the task completely wrong. One woman pitched next to the drunk man, lightly chuckling at the poor girl. “Look at this sheep. She’s crying! Oh dear. What a pity I would have, if you weren’t a Ba!” The lady giggled at her while taking the male away from Isabella. Leaving her to scrub against the floor with her knees slightly getting bruised by kneeling all day. But even then, the poor lam was getting pushed by other maids that were taking their tasks seriously. “Watch it, Ba!” One spoke in a frustrated tone at the sheep. “You’ll get me in trouble if you make me drop this basket from this slippery floor!” She threw her voice at the poor girl. While she hid her tears away, unable to speak to the maids. Showing a mixture of anxiousness and sadness.

• After the day was over for her. Her small legs crossed the hall trying to find her way to her firm bed. One that wasn’t comfortable, but she then heard someone. A voice from behind. Telling her to wait? Once Isabella turned around. Fear of getting into trouble, the sheep was immediately taken from her wrist! As her feet dragged onto the marble floor! She’d turned and pulled! With sudden pull! She fell onto her knees making a soft thud with her knees bruising once again! “You’re in so much trouble! You and your mother!” The man shouted at the girl, unable to get her wrist out of his grasp. It was too strong and her little hands just couldn’t seem to be released from his oversized hands. But soon she was brought out to the courtyard, in the distance she could see her mother. Battered and bruised. The fear overtook her, making her small figure shake and quiver beneath her very breath. Her tears welled up and made her try to run towards her mother! Her jittered speech voice trying to reach her! But only seeing her barely moving! This caused Isabella to try and fight against the bigger male holding her! With her small fist hitting against his large hand! “You little!-” The man said before gripping her other hand and forcing her to turn around to watch her mother helplessly! ‘Mom! Mom!’ Please! Her thoughts trying to find her mother’s figure. Her eyes watching the others place their blades to end her suffering.

• With a small smile, her mother’s eyes sparkle with hope. Even while her last breath was drawn. Her daughter couldn’t believe it, it felt like a big dream that was just a nightmare! Her heart pulsing rapidly and her eyes welling up with large tears! Giving out, Isabella was soon dragged away with the man tightening her chains on her neck. Almost to choke her out! He spoke out to make sure he was clear. “This is what happens if you disobey a Celestial, you sheep! Do not forget this. Or you will die like the rest.” While her weeping was silent and non-spoken. The daughter was soon tossed into a cell below the castle. Her hands shackled to the wall, unable to wipe away her tears. The man soon left her, leaving her into a cold rock room. Her hands quivering beneath her control; small sniffles escaping her nose. The feeling sunk her down below the sea of tears. Letting her be developed in the grief that had taken her. To be imprinted on her skin and forced to be ed. While the night grew cruel and cold, the child couldn’t help but sob for hours on end. Almost till morning broke out. By then, she was picked up by another Celestial, not to pay attention to her plea or her begging. Only return her back to work.

• By the morning to the afternoon, she remained still and unbothered. Doing as she’s told, while her thoughts grow much deeper. Thinking she could end up like her mother if she slips up again, unable to process her feelings nor to have someone hold her closely. She was unable to display any whimpers or sniffles. Only her eyes continued to well up and drop tears onto where she stepped and carried herself to be doing every little thing correctly. To at least not be punished as much as she would usually. Though that was unavoidable, times where she’s alone. She can have feelings escape her head and make her feel weak or unstable. Letting the task be undone, resulting in her getting others to yell and lash at her. Leaving her to spend another day in the cell. However, that never stopped them from hitting her and raising their voice whenever she was still in a vulnerable spot. To never escape the cruelty they had.

• However it all changed, by the time she was in her fifties. She was a teen. But one came to the cell and pulled her out. Without a word or a hesitation, she was tossed to the ground before being met with the darkness. Her eyes fluttered lightly before being unconscious, by the time she woke up. She was enlisted for a war she never wanted a part of. Let alone knowing what a war was. It was all a part of one’s game to use those that do not conquer magic, but are able to fight. She was one of them, unable to escape from the camp. She spent countless nights learning how to fight, even when she didn’t want to. Not sure how many nights went by. But one night was strange. She would find one star brighter than usual. Peeking her head out of the window, her blue eyes were lit to the bright stars that adored her. For who she could be, giving her the gift to have the stars be at her side when the time was right.

• That was tonight.

• The night she was looking out of the window, she heard thunderous roars of the skies! They raged with fire and they spewed thunder. Many ran out to face the many soldiers and sorceries that had more power than herself. Feeling a beat in her chest that didn’t set right. ‘Run my child. Do not look back.’ Someone spoke into her ear. With a sudden jump! She immediately ran down the stairs without anything, only herself. With the screams and blood spilling onto the terrain. Soldiers and mages spill out of the castle as others the fight! Finding a way through the other exit. She didn’t know how, but she was able to escape that castle! One fighting for peace and another to fight for political power. She escaped the two armies clashing against each other with hustled breathing that was becoming rugged and scared. The metal and fire grew larger behind her, running into the forest. Where a few of her own comrades spotted her.

• “After her! She’s escaping! Anyone that disobeys the order will be executed!” The men said while chasing after her, riding on horseback while she traveled upon the forest. Her eyes closed tightly with her hips turning and pulsing with pain! Her arms moving forward and backwards, each one was moving opposite. But her midnight figure was bleeding into the dark forest. Only thing that was visible was her clothing and her white hair! The man slowly drew up his bow before aiming directly at her, a soft thump was heard! With a sudden pierce into her left leg! She yelped with a sudden tumble into the ditch, her figure turning by each toss and tumble she took. The red blood ran down the grass and leaves. But she happened to land onto a ruin. But her left leg was unable to move with a pulsing pain. ‘Please. I don’t want to die. I… I need you mom. Please.’ Her thoughts grow deeper and swelling into her chest. Her hands crawled onto the grass while the men stepped down the terrain.

• Another voice arose from the grass. “Please. Ring the bell.” The metal dull bell rung out, feeling an unsettling voice had spoken to Isabella while she was fearing for her life. As the men got closer, her chest got tighter with each crawl she made towards the bell. “Ring me. And I shall be yours.” The bell kept saying to the doomed lady. With her midnight fingers lightly turning the dull bell! The slight clunk it made, nothing happened. The soldiers immediately grabbed her legs before pulling her! Her legs kicking the men trying to escape from them! “Hold still dammit! You’ll only die slower!” The soldier said before seeing the dark figure cry for her savior. With a sudden burst of energy. The soldiers blasted onto their backs, with Isabella slowly growing tired. The child slowly cradled onto her knees. The man of iron appeared with a transparent crystal bubble enveloped around Isabella. With the bubble growing much smaller. It steadily moved towards the man’s chest with a sudden thunderous voice. Holding a metal halberd before standing from the ground.

• “I shall not hurt my summoner. Soon, wilt thou be taken in the hands of the Champion of Relentless Might.” The iron giant said before immediately rushing towards the soldiers with his halberd pointing at one, changing his position to cleave the soldiers in two. With his left fist to slam against their heads. One after another. Letting their blood scatter onto the grasslands. All the while, the Astral child rests within her champion. Feeling the dread and fear once took her down. Now shown a different light. One that brought soothing and comfort. While he roamed the lands to find a moment to release his summoner. To travel, once she was much better.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞.

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Ti's I! Who made her!

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