Her Story Begins (Private|Plot)

This was a problem. A very very large problem.


Lestacia sat down at a desk in a nearby in with her hood over her head. The tailor was making her a new robe anyways so she had a lot of time to kill. She walked around the city of balbadd until she began hearing rumors. People whispered and people shouted. Some cried in worry others were angry. This was how the effect of the news spreading about Kou's civil war affected some people. Lestacia left and headed to the bar, she was thirsty and needed some nourishment.


There while in the bar. She sat down and ordered some water and overheard a conversation about the situation in Kou. The Emporer was apparently still alive. Lestacia couldn't believe what she was hearing. She over heard them and waited for the men to leave before departing for the Tailor. What was going on? First the Emporer was alive, then she heard Yoshiro killed his father (or so he thought) and sister (So did that mean his sister was still alive?), then she found out that the civil war was picking up. It was getting dangerous and it was affecting everyone. People wanted to take up arms. People wanted to help, but the question was... which side were you on. Situations like this are always delicate, they need a certain.. care to them. When entering a situation like this it's best to be cautious and think rationally and give yourself valid reasoning for joining this cause. So if Lestacia were to join why? She had no relation to Kou whatsoever. She had no reason to go except to learn about magic there and she wasn't obligated to go... so why. Why did she need to go? She had this feeling in the pit of her chest that she couldn't get rid of that urged her to go and help. She wanted to help the first emporer and give his son the punishment he deserved for attempting to kill him. She clenched her fist and gritted her teeth. The more rational she tried to make the situation the angrier she got until she realized. She didn't need a reason to go help someone. It was instinct to care and help those in need. She gripped her staff and broke into a run towards the tailor.


She put on her new robe and tossed the rags she was using in the mean time. It was good to have actual clothes on for once again. She needed a change and wanted to make a name for herself. After all she wanted to become the next Magi, it was her dream and in her mind Magi's were always selfless and held people without reason, whether for good or bad. She wanted to emulate her favorite being in everyway shape and form. If she died never becoming a magi she would try to get as damn well and close to being the next best thing. The first human on par with that of a Magi. Such delusions filled her brain as she saw how her future became. She took out her Solomon Crystal and immediately new what she wanted.


"Please if I can't become a Magi, Please let me be the Next best thing. I want my life magic to be that on par of a magi's. I want to be able to be known as a grand healer, one whose presence brings ease and comfort. The greatest healer known to man with the abilities and skill to prove it." With that she crushed 1 Solomon Crystal.


She had now gained resolve. It was newly found bravery that hadn't been there before. She would have to change from here on out. No more crying, no more acting like a child, she had to be serious. She had never taken a life before but she would have to if the time called for it.


As she put the hood over her head it darkend her face covering her hair. She approached a large pedastal and stood upon it. People gathered around the peculiar sight. Some one in Bright purple robes that was standing on a pedastal looked interesting.


"People of Balbadd lend me your ears. I know you know about the situation in Kou. It is no longer a secret. However I believe that now is the time to take up arms and fight for what's right. LIBERTY IS OURS TO DELIVER, WE CHARGE FOREWARD OUR ENEMIES WILL QUIVER, OUR SKILLS WILL SLASH THEM TO RIBBONS, WHAT YOSHIRO HAS DONE CANNOT BE FORGIVEN, WE ARE THE SOUND THAT PIERCES THE SILENCE, WE SHALL NOT BE MARKED BY DEFIANCE, COME NOW THE COWARDS ARE RUNNING, CIVIL WAR IS NIGH AND BALBADD IS COMING! THEY CALL US OBSTACLES BARRING REVOLUTION, RELICS OF THE PAST SEEKING NOT A TRUE SOLUTION, ARCHAIC WE MAY BE, BUT MERCY MUST EARNED AND WE WILL OVERCOME THIS WITH OUR WILD JUSTICE SERVED. NO COMPROMISE CAN BE HAD BETWEEN TWO FIERCE BLIZZARDS, THIS WAR RAGES ON AND THEIR CAN ONLY BE ONE VICTOR! SO CHOOSE NOW BALBADD YOU'RE EITHER WITH THE YASHIRO OR GAO YUAN ZU! Choose wisely."


Supprisingly Lestacia drew a crowd with that speech. There were more than where she began. There were as many people as the eye could see. The crowd was a mixture of cheers and insults, but mostly cheers. Her speech was well recieved. Now There was the matter of training. Before she went to Kou She needed to train a couple new spell ideas she had in mind, one would buff people or herself, the others were passive abilities that were always activated regardless of what was happening. She'd need to practice for this upcoming war, because if anything she would have to be much more vigilant than she already was. Magic battles and stopping bandits and cultists were one thing but fighting an entire war was an entirely different game. She wouldn't be able to let her guard down not even for a second. She would have to mentally prepare herself for death if it came at all. Gao Yuan Zu has some powerful allies but so does Yashiro the out come of this battle would be interesting to say the least.

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That night, the young girl would find herself struggling to sleep. The rukh of fate streamed through the night sky from a twinkling star above and flew towards her like a streak of golden divinity. Just as Lestacia closed her eyes and began to drift into a slumber, the rukh came bursting into the room flying to her directly. The golden stream pierced into her forehead where her third eye would be were it opened. Solomon's magic circle appeared there briefly as a sharp pain shot through the girl's entire body and her mind rushed with flashes of information.

A young girl, also a magician, who looked quite similar to Lestacia was weeping in the middle of a battlefield. The vision appeared incredibly life-like as Lestacia's minds eye was shown the entire scene from a third person perspective. The magician girl wiped her tears from her eyes as death and destruction waged around her. Myriad beasts of all sorts and kinds fought alongside human magicians against horrible black abominations and other magicians. Blood and gore was everywhere but the young girl looked forward with conviction.


She cried out at the top of her lungs as he begged the rukh to answer her prayer to save the lives of her dear friends who were now fighting each other to the death. She held a Divine Stave in two hands and lifted it up to the heavens shouting the name of a spell the rukh whispered to her. "Divine Sacrifice Blessing!" Her voice sounded across the battlefield as a great beam of light shot upwards and then rained down upon the fighters and wounded alike. The fighting stopped for a brief moment as everyone looked around in shock as those who were dying suddenly became revitalized.

However, the black djinn quickly resumed their slaughtering and that caused the war to break out once more with even more violence. The heaved and coughed spewing blood from her mouth several times before collapsing to her knees. She could only watch on in horror, helpless to do anything else. Lestacia would be able to feel the horrible pain in this girl's heart as she sat there until one of the black monsters came for her. It had three eyes and a massive 20m tall body. There was a sick look of glee in its eyes as it lifted a giant foot and stomped. The girl's borg shattered in and instant and then...nothing. The vision turned to blackness.

The magic circle faded from Lestacia's forehead and the rukh dispersed. But the magic formula for the spell she had witnessed was not burned into Lestacia's mind, unable to be forgotten. A powerful spell that would normally be far beyond her means was now imprinted onto Lestacia's rukh.

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