I thought, I might as well join in with Ami and Danny again...now I'm back and all.
Unfortunately, it's layout isn't in the best of state at the moment, (I found out a way to solve my problem, but the only bad thing is, it ignores when you start a new paragraph.
I'm going to sort it out tommorow, but if you can't wait, here it is in, 'layout not good at the moment' form
Edit = Hoozahs are in order, I've managed to sort the layout, so now it'll be easier to read, I have also put thoughts in Italics as well as the memoirs, if i've missed anything do not hesitate to tell me.
A prophecy, yet to be fulfilled...Summoners, Seal Masters, Fate, Blood, The Abyss, these are but a few things which will play key roles in this prophecy, I have no knowledge of when this time may come, maybe this prophecy is an illusion, a false hope...I know not. All I can do is hope...hope...for the sake of the world.
~ Denzel LaMarck, 1935 – 2003
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A ruined city, collapsed buildings, piles after piles of rubble, and the twilight of sunrise. Suddenly, gunshots were heard, a 16 year old teenager speeds through, avoiding them bullets, jumping on the piles of rubble, as he fronts flips, ducks, and dodges bullets coming his way.
Filden Gurito, a 16 year old ninja, and a born summoner. He has brown buzz cut, just over enough to be classed as a skinhead, he is about 5 ft 8 in height, green eyes, quite muscular, a scar under his left eye, and mildly tanned. His attire was a green polo shirt with a brown sleeveless jacket over it, baggy black trousers, red gloves and white trainers.
Filden continued running until he came to what appeared to be a dead end, but instead of slowing down, he simply continued running, and as he came up to the wall, he quickly rested one foot against it, and ran up it, charging towards the top of the building. As he reached the top, there was a girl and a man waiting for him up there, both kneeling down, as if hiding.
The girl was Zeria Iiyasei, 17 years old. She was 5 ft 7, skinny but strong, with long fiery red hair tied with a black ribbon. She had viper yellow eyes, pale skin, a dragon tattoo around her left leg, and two Z tattoos, one being on the back of her neck, and the other being on her left shoulder. Her attire consisted of loose black pants with a silver design spanning from the bottom of the pant leg to the calf on the side with straps on the side, a black leather lace up tank top, a long black cloak, black boots, a silver necklace, and black leather vambraces with metal bars in between the leather on her arm.
The man was Kamui Shiro, aged 17. He had pale skin, black hair, and dark eyes. He wore a black suit with a black cloak. He is quite tall.
Zeria waved to Filden, and then gestured for him to come to her, Filden rushed over and got on his knees near his two companions. Kamui looked around, and then nodded.
“Ok, now listen carefully...” Kamui whispered,
As hard as it may be for you two...
“I am going to begin explaining the plan, do not miss a single detail, for I shall say this only once...”
Filden and Zeria nodded at their leader, ready to hear the plan.
“I have a plan that will get this mission done fast, and without hassle. The first thing we have to do is...”
“Ouch!” Zeria screamed at the top of her voice, “Filden you stepped on my hand again!”
“Maybe if you stop putting it in front of me!” Filden shouted as the vein on his forehead began to show, revealing a cross shape,
“I’ll stop putting it in front of you when you back away from me!” Zeria shouted as her vein also began to show...
Kamui smacked his hand against his forehead, closing his eyes also, as the two teenagers began chucking abuse at each other.
“Loudmouth!” Filden shouted,
“Slug Ninja!” Zeria replied,
“Horse arse!”
“Mechanic geek!”
Kamui’s vein started showing up also, as he commanded, “Shut up, and grow the hell up! Both of you!”
Filden and Zeria then immediately went silent, like toddlers do when an adult shouts.
“The idea of being in a team is to work together properly!” Abigail! End training Illusionary seal!”
Suddenly, a hole ripped in the middle of the sky, revealing darkness, the hole then got bigger and bigger, as it curled to the sides, and then curled to the ground, as if it was a globe. Once the ground disappeared; the three began to fall back as if someone pushed them from the front of the bodies off a cliff.
Filden then gasped, he woke up on a chair he appeared resting on. He looked to his right and left to see Zeria and Kamui also, and on their foreheads was glowing seals, and the same was on Filden. The three then looked at each other; the seals on their heads began to fade away. They then got up, Filden then stretched as if he had been asleep for a while. The room they was in was a small lounge, there was a bookcase that took up one wall, a door leading out was on the wall to the left of that bookcase wall, and opposite that bookcase was a fireplace, and the last wall, to the right of the bookcase, had one window that stretched from ceiling to ground, and had a white line in the centre going down, and three lines going across that intersection with that line.
“Seriously...once you two learn to stop arguing, I’m pretty sure we’ll be sorted,” A young male voice said from the door.
The door then opened, and from it, revealed to be Rene Skylar. 17 years of age, and Filden’s long time best friend. Spiked medium length light brown hair, blue eyes, 5 ft 11, and slightly tanned. Rene’s clothing consisted of baggy blue trousers, a white trainers, and a red sleeveless jacket with a white vest under it.
“Hmph! No different from your argument with Faith the other day about her ‘affecting your aim by wearing a tank top’ you pervert!” Zeria growled at Rene,
“She’s got you there, bud,” Filden sighed with his eyes closed,
“Hey! I understand it was a hot day...but...” Rene then began to think,
“What? No decent excuses?” Zeria smirked,
Kamui then interrupted, “Enough.” Everyone in the room then turned their attention to Kamui, “Now, I know that no group will have everything about them in common...and I understand there will be arguments occasionally...but...”
“...We’re taking the piss?” Filden finished for Kamui,
“Well...yes. If we want to get this done...if we want any missions at all, then we need to try and get our acts together, I mean, you two, shouting at each other, you wouldn’t do that in the middle of the battlefield will you now?” Kamui asked,
Filden and Zeria both went quite, about five seconds went by, and Filden eventually sighed, “I guess we should try not to fight...”
Zeria closed her eyes while crossing them; she then sighed, “I know, I know,”
“Well, now we’ve got that established, we can try and continue up on this, say, tomorrow, with no arguments..?” Kamui smirked,
Filden and Zeria both nodded, then both walked out the room like siblings that have both been punished, Zeria first, and Filden after.
“Anyway, now your here Rene, I need to ask, have you seen Faith?” Kamui asked,
“Yeah, she’s on the top balcony...I don’t know why, she said she just needs time to think about something...” Rene answered,
Kamui went silent for about 3 seconds, then eventually said, “...Thank you, I think I know what’s bothering her,”
Rene then said, “...What is it that’s bothering her..?”
“...I cannot tell you, if you find out what it was...we fear you will tell someone who should not know...” Kamui sighed, and then went to leave the room,
But Rene quickly ran in front of the door, “I won’t tell anyone! Not a soul!”
“Not even your best friend..?” Kamui asked...but was he being metaphorical?
“...” Rene had no words...
“I rest my case...Faith is less impulsive than you...she can be trusted with this knowledge, nothing personal Rene,” Kamui sighed as he left the room,
Rene watched Kamui as he left the room...
Not even my best friend...if Faith knows...then that leaves...
“Filden!” A young girl’s voice shouted from the corner of the room that connects the bookcase wall and window wall, “Oh snap! I forgot to tell him!”
Rene turned his head round to see who shouted, he saw an armchair facing the corner, and a girl quickly got up off the armchair,
“Abi!” Rene shouted, slightly shocked.
Abigail Nilem, 17 years of age, dazzling silver eyes that show hope, with long and shiny blue hair reaching down to her rear, slightly tanned, and standing at 5 ft 5. Her attire consists of a white shirt with a dark purple jacket over it a purple scarf with both ends dangling behind her, black knee length shorts, white gloves that reach to her elbow, and white trainers.
“When did you get here..?” Rene asked,
“Well, obviously a while...how else would they be able to go into the training illusion..?” Abigail answered with one eyebrow rising,
“Oh...did you hear any of that?” Rene wondered,
“Any of what...? Once they started I was listening to my MP3...I only heard Kamui because the songs were switching...” Abigail said, slightly embarrassed,
“Lucky you...Kamui would have had a fit,” Rene sighed, quite relieved,
“Why do you ask?” Abigail asked curiously,
“No...no reason...” Rene stuttered, quite panicky,
Abigail then walked towards Rene, “Hmm...?” She leaned towards Rene, checking for sweats of panic, Rene then smiled, feeling edgy, “...mmkay,”
Rene breathed a sigh of relief, “Well, I better mosey on! I promised Ed I’d uh...pick him up a packet of fags!” Rene then ran out of the room,
“...Isn’t that Filden’s job...?” Abigail asked herself quietly.
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The Mystic Art of Seals has existed since the birth of the world. Wielders of this Art have been known as ‘Seal Masters.’ It has proven a harsh discipline, involving a mix in certain other disciplines, Alchemy, Necromancy, Clerical, Artistic, Arithmetical, Historian, as well as the ability to memorize seals, it is no wonder so many who have tried this Art have been let down.
Only a few are left in this world who have been able to take on this profession...too few, the Art is going to die down soon, especially with how lazy this world grows. The profession is under appreciated. The Nilem family have still managed to keep up this profession, generation after generation, dating back from the very beginning, to this very day.
It may end with Abigail Nilem, a prodigy...but infertile. The Nilem bloodline may end with her. The death of her brother, Alberto Francesco Nilem, after his attempt at “La Grime Arte Seal” went horribly wrong and sent him into the Shinigami’s claws for the rest of eternity, made it so the Nilem bloodline rested in Abigail’s hands.
Her grandfather, Nero De Claperio Nilem, has been researching a Seal to rescue Alberto from the Shinigami’s claws, but to no avail, The “Resurrection Seal” is not enough, he also needs to put another seal in the centre of the “Resurrection Seal”...“The Seal of Lazene.” He has been researching this for 20 years now...no avail has been made, I too have tried, but I have not long left for this world myself. I must leave this in Nero’s hands...I only wish I could have done more...
~ Denzel Lamarck, 1935 – 2003
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“Manor Galtheme,” one of the biggest mansions in the world...not even a millionaire could afford it; it is fitting for only one person...one of Royal Blood.
“Filden...The Summoner Of The King!” Filden shouted out loud,
“If you don’t shut up, the King is going have to start looking for another...” Zeria growled,
“...I’m done,” Filden said quickly,
Filden and Zeria were walking down the corridors of this Manor. Decorated with red wallpaper with an even lighter red forming patterns along it, chandeliers made with only the finest of pearls, and each chandelier is only 15 ft away from the other, flooring made of the finest wood, shining, but not to the point where it is slippery, doors to their left, and windows the same as the one in the lounge to their right.
“So...how does it feel knowing that today, you will be walking out of this building...a fully fledged summoner...” Zeria asked,
“A bit weird...after 16 years, I’ll finally have something to actually summon, despite the point I’ve actually been capable to do it all this time,” Filden laughed,
“Yeah, but you didn’t actually need it till now,” Zeria sighed,
“Yeah, I guess so...” Filden said quietly,
“Well, we still got an hour; need to do something to kill time...” Zeria sighed,
Filden began thinking... “I don’t know, if I knew we were going to finish training THIS early, I would have brought my DS or something...this is going to be the slowest hour of my life...”
“Just not that fast for me...I ain’t the one who is about to be given a power that has been known to change the world...” Zeria sighed,
“...Thanks for making that time feel longer, Zeria...” Filden moaned,
“Always a pleasure,” Zeria laughed, she then waved goodbye as she ran off down the hall.
Filden then sighed; he then walked to the nearest window and looked up into the sky... “Filden...The Summoner...”
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“Manor Galtheme” has a balcony on its top floor, which can be accessed through the Master Bedroom. You get the most breathtaking view of Galtheme, overlooking the entire East District, and a quarter of the North and South District.
A young woman waited on this balcony, staring up at the wonderful, clear, blue sky.
Faith Crest, 17 years old...and a Telepathic wonder. She stands at 5 ft 8, with fair skin, dark eyes and long black hair. She wears a black leather jacket, leather trousers, shoes, and leather gloves.
“A little birdie told me you’d be here,” Kamui said as he entered the balcony,
“...Rene isn’t a bird, he’s a bloke,” Faith said, without even turning to Kamui,
“Heh, English slang, it seems to be taking me a while to get used to it,” Kamui laughed,
“So...what’s up?” Faith turned around, and leaned back on the balcony’s fence.
“Well...Filden is getting his first Spirit soon, I assume he wants nothing better than for his friend to be there,” Kamui said,
“Still got...” Faith then looked up at the sun, “...50 minutes,”
“Heh, intelligent as ever,” Kamui smirked,
“That’s Faith Crest for you,” She giggled, “I’ll be there, and so will Rene...and don’t worry, I’m informing everyone Filden will want to invite,”
“Good to hear, I will see you then,” Kamui then nodded at Faith, and walked through the master bedroom, and through the door.
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Summoners...truly a mysterious discipline...the only one that challenges the mightiness of the Seal Master...I wish I had the chance to learn this profession, unfortunately, you are born with it. I have studied the summoner for many years, and I will sum up all I have found out in these memoirs, though it is very little, I hope it will show some contribution towards the growth of the world.
From what I gathered, summoners have the ability to call upon special spirits from The Abyss to do their bidding. In order for the summoner to call these spirits, they must form a pact, signing the seal with their blood, so not only their signature binds them, but their blood also.
I knew of only one summoner, Argustav Jilin...we lost him 4 years ago when he was betrayed and killed by one of his own comrades, who turned out to be a spy for “The Incorporation.” His body was taken to the headquarters of “The Incorporation” and bisected, in their gruesome attempt to research summoners. I only wish I could have done more...
One of the most peculiar things about summoners...whenever they summon a spirit...as soon as they call them, a horn slowly comes out of their forehead...acting like some sort of satellite...
This was all I managed to find out about summoners...only this in 60 years worth of research...I only wish the future generation better luck when researching...
~ Denzel Lamarck, 1935 – 2003
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Unfortunately, it's layout isn't in the best of state at the moment, (I found out a way to solve my problem, but the only bad thing is, it ignores when you start a new paragraph.
I'm going to sort it out tommorow, but if you can't wait, here it is in, 'layout not good at the moment' form
Edit = Hoozahs are in order, I've managed to sort the layout, so now it'll be easier to read, I have also put thoughts in Italics as well as the memoirs, if i've missed anything do not hesitate to tell me.
The Abyss is Forever
A prophecy, yet to be fulfilled...Summoners, Seal Masters, Fate, Blood, The Abyss, these are but a few things which will play key roles in this prophecy, I have no knowledge of when this time may come, maybe this prophecy is an illusion, a false hope...I know not. All I can do is hope...hope...for the sake of the world.
~ Denzel LaMarck, 1935 – 2003
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Chapter 1 - Summoners and Seal Masters
A ruined city, collapsed buildings, piles after piles of rubble, and the twilight of sunrise. Suddenly, gunshots were heard, a 16 year old teenager speeds through, avoiding them bullets, jumping on the piles of rubble, as he fronts flips, ducks, and dodges bullets coming his way.
Filden Gurito, a 16 year old ninja, and a born summoner. He has brown buzz cut, just over enough to be classed as a skinhead, he is about 5 ft 8 in height, green eyes, quite muscular, a scar under his left eye, and mildly tanned. His attire was a green polo shirt with a brown sleeveless jacket over it, baggy black trousers, red gloves and white trainers.
Filden continued running until he came to what appeared to be a dead end, but instead of slowing down, he simply continued running, and as he came up to the wall, he quickly rested one foot against it, and ran up it, charging towards the top of the building. As he reached the top, there was a girl and a man waiting for him up there, both kneeling down, as if hiding.
The girl was Zeria Iiyasei, 17 years old. She was 5 ft 7, skinny but strong, with long fiery red hair tied with a black ribbon. She had viper yellow eyes, pale skin, a dragon tattoo around her left leg, and two Z tattoos, one being on the back of her neck, and the other being on her left shoulder. Her attire consisted of loose black pants with a silver design spanning from the bottom of the pant leg to the calf on the side with straps on the side, a black leather lace up tank top, a long black cloak, black boots, a silver necklace, and black leather vambraces with metal bars in between the leather on her arm.
The man was Kamui Shiro, aged 17. He had pale skin, black hair, and dark eyes. He wore a black suit with a black cloak. He is quite tall.
Zeria waved to Filden, and then gestured for him to come to her, Filden rushed over and got on his knees near his two companions. Kamui looked around, and then nodded.
“Ok, now listen carefully...” Kamui whispered,
As hard as it may be for you two...
“I am going to begin explaining the plan, do not miss a single detail, for I shall say this only once...”
Filden and Zeria nodded at their leader, ready to hear the plan.
“I have a plan that will get this mission done fast, and without hassle. The first thing we have to do is...”
“Ouch!” Zeria screamed at the top of her voice, “Filden you stepped on my hand again!”
“Maybe if you stop putting it in front of me!” Filden shouted as the vein on his forehead began to show, revealing a cross shape,
“I’ll stop putting it in front of you when you back away from me!” Zeria shouted as her vein also began to show...
Kamui smacked his hand against his forehead, closing his eyes also, as the two teenagers began chucking abuse at each other.
“Loudmouth!” Filden shouted,
“Slug Ninja!” Zeria replied,
“Horse arse!”
“Mechanic geek!”
Kamui’s vein started showing up also, as he commanded, “Shut up, and grow the hell up! Both of you!”
Filden and Zeria then immediately went silent, like toddlers do when an adult shouts.
“The idea of being in a team is to work together properly!” Abigail! End training Illusionary seal!”
Suddenly, a hole ripped in the middle of the sky, revealing darkness, the hole then got bigger and bigger, as it curled to the sides, and then curled to the ground, as if it was a globe. Once the ground disappeared; the three began to fall back as if someone pushed them from the front of the bodies off a cliff.
Filden then gasped, he woke up on a chair he appeared resting on. He looked to his right and left to see Zeria and Kamui also, and on their foreheads was glowing seals, and the same was on Filden. The three then looked at each other; the seals on their heads began to fade away. They then got up, Filden then stretched as if he had been asleep for a while. The room they was in was a small lounge, there was a bookcase that took up one wall, a door leading out was on the wall to the left of that bookcase wall, and opposite that bookcase was a fireplace, and the last wall, to the right of the bookcase, had one window that stretched from ceiling to ground, and had a white line in the centre going down, and three lines going across that intersection with that line.
“Seriously...once you two learn to stop arguing, I’m pretty sure we’ll be sorted,” A young male voice said from the door.
The door then opened, and from it, revealed to be Rene Skylar. 17 years of age, and Filden’s long time best friend. Spiked medium length light brown hair, blue eyes, 5 ft 11, and slightly tanned. Rene’s clothing consisted of baggy blue trousers, a white trainers, and a red sleeveless jacket with a white vest under it.
“Hmph! No different from your argument with Faith the other day about her ‘affecting your aim by wearing a tank top’ you pervert!” Zeria growled at Rene,
“She’s got you there, bud,” Filden sighed with his eyes closed,
“Hey! I understand it was a hot day...but...” Rene then began to think,
“What? No decent excuses?” Zeria smirked,
Kamui then interrupted, “Enough.” Everyone in the room then turned their attention to Kamui, “Now, I know that no group will have everything about them in common...and I understand there will be arguments occasionally...but...”
“...We’re taking the piss?” Filden finished for Kamui,
“Well...yes. If we want to get this done...if we want any missions at all, then we need to try and get our acts together, I mean, you two, shouting at each other, you wouldn’t do that in the middle of the battlefield will you now?” Kamui asked,
Filden and Zeria both went quite, about five seconds went by, and Filden eventually sighed, “I guess we should try not to fight...”
Zeria closed her eyes while crossing them; she then sighed, “I know, I know,”
“Well, now we’ve got that established, we can try and continue up on this, say, tomorrow, with no arguments..?” Kamui smirked,
Filden and Zeria both nodded, then both walked out the room like siblings that have both been punished, Zeria first, and Filden after.
“Anyway, now your here Rene, I need to ask, have you seen Faith?” Kamui asked,
“Yeah, she’s on the top balcony...I don’t know why, she said she just needs time to think about something...” Rene answered,
Kamui went silent for about 3 seconds, then eventually said, “...Thank you, I think I know what’s bothering her,”
Rene then said, “...What is it that’s bothering her..?”
“...I cannot tell you, if you find out what it was...we fear you will tell someone who should not know...” Kamui sighed, and then went to leave the room,
But Rene quickly ran in front of the door, “I won’t tell anyone! Not a soul!”
“Not even your best friend..?” Kamui asked...but was he being metaphorical?
“...” Rene had no words...
“I rest my case...Faith is less impulsive than you...she can be trusted with this knowledge, nothing personal Rene,” Kamui sighed as he left the room,
Rene watched Kamui as he left the room...
Not even my best friend...if Faith knows...then that leaves...
“Filden!” A young girl’s voice shouted from the corner of the room that connects the bookcase wall and window wall, “Oh snap! I forgot to tell him!”
Rene turned his head round to see who shouted, he saw an armchair facing the corner, and a girl quickly got up off the armchair,
“Abi!” Rene shouted, slightly shocked.
Abigail Nilem, 17 years of age, dazzling silver eyes that show hope, with long and shiny blue hair reaching down to her rear, slightly tanned, and standing at 5 ft 5. Her attire consists of a white shirt with a dark purple jacket over it a purple scarf with both ends dangling behind her, black knee length shorts, white gloves that reach to her elbow, and white trainers.
“When did you get here..?” Rene asked,
“Well, obviously a while...how else would they be able to go into the training illusion..?” Abigail answered with one eyebrow rising,
“Oh...did you hear any of that?” Rene wondered,
“Any of what...? Once they started I was listening to my MP3...I only heard Kamui because the songs were switching...” Abigail said, slightly embarrassed,
“Lucky you...Kamui would have had a fit,” Rene sighed, quite relieved,
“Why do you ask?” Abigail asked curiously,
“No...no reason...” Rene stuttered, quite panicky,
Abigail then walked towards Rene, “Hmm...?” She leaned towards Rene, checking for sweats of panic, Rene then smiled, feeling edgy, “...mmkay,”
Rene breathed a sigh of relief, “Well, I better mosey on! I promised Ed I’d uh...pick him up a packet of fags!” Rene then ran out of the room,
“...Isn’t that Filden’s job...?” Abigail asked herself quietly.
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The Mystic Art of Seals has existed since the birth of the world. Wielders of this Art have been known as ‘Seal Masters.’ It has proven a harsh discipline, involving a mix in certain other disciplines, Alchemy, Necromancy, Clerical, Artistic, Arithmetical, Historian, as well as the ability to memorize seals, it is no wonder so many who have tried this Art have been let down.
Only a few are left in this world who have been able to take on this profession...too few, the Art is going to die down soon, especially with how lazy this world grows. The profession is under appreciated. The Nilem family have still managed to keep up this profession, generation after generation, dating back from the very beginning, to this very day.
It may end with Abigail Nilem, a prodigy...but infertile. The Nilem bloodline may end with her. The death of her brother, Alberto Francesco Nilem, after his attempt at “La Grime Arte Seal” went horribly wrong and sent him into the Shinigami’s claws for the rest of eternity, made it so the Nilem bloodline rested in Abigail’s hands.
Her grandfather, Nero De Claperio Nilem, has been researching a Seal to rescue Alberto from the Shinigami’s claws, but to no avail, The “Resurrection Seal” is not enough, he also needs to put another seal in the centre of the “Resurrection Seal”...“The Seal of Lazene.” He has been researching this for 20 years now...no avail has been made, I too have tried, but I have not long left for this world myself. I must leave this in Nero’s hands...I only wish I could have done more...
~ Denzel Lamarck, 1935 – 2003
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“Manor Galtheme,” one of the biggest mansions in the world...not even a millionaire could afford it; it is fitting for only one person...one of Royal Blood.
“Filden...The Summoner Of The King!” Filden shouted out loud,
“If you don’t shut up, the King is going have to start looking for another...” Zeria growled,
“...I’m done,” Filden said quickly,
Filden and Zeria were walking down the corridors of this Manor. Decorated with red wallpaper with an even lighter red forming patterns along it, chandeliers made with only the finest of pearls, and each chandelier is only 15 ft away from the other, flooring made of the finest wood, shining, but not to the point where it is slippery, doors to their left, and windows the same as the one in the lounge to their right.
“So...how does it feel knowing that today, you will be walking out of this building...a fully fledged summoner...” Zeria asked,
“A bit weird...after 16 years, I’ll finally have something to actually summon, despite the point I’ve actually been capable to do it all this time,” Filden laughed,
“Yeah, but you didn’t actually need it till now,” Zeria sighed,
“Yeah, I guess so...” Filden said quietly,
“Well, we still got an hour; need to do something to kill time...” Zeria sighed,
Filden began thinking... “I don’t know, if I knew we were going to finish training THIS early, I would have brought my DS or something...this is going to be the slowest hour of my life...”
“Just not that fast for me...I ain’t the one who is about to be given a power that has been known to change the world...” Zeria sighed,
“...Thanks for making that time feel longer, Zeria...” Filden moaned,
“Always a pleasure,” Zeria laughed, she then waved goodbye as she ran off down the hall.
Filden then sighed; he then walked to the nearest window and looked up into the sky... “Filden...The Summoner...”
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“Manor Galtheme” has a balcony on its top floor, which can be accessed through the Master Bedroom. You get the most breathtaking view of Galtheme, overlooking the entire East District, and a quarter of the North and South District.
A young woman waited on this balcony, staring up at the wonderful, clear, blue sky.
Faith Crest, 17 years old...and a Telepathic wonder. She stands at 5 ft 8, with fair skin, dark eyes and long black hair. She wears a black leather jacket, leather trousers, shoes, and leather gloves.
“A little birdie told me you’d be here,” Kamui said as he entered the balcony,
“...Rene isn’t a bird, he’s a bloke,” Faith said, without even turning to Kamui,
“Heh, English slang, it seems to be taking me a while to get used to it,” Kamui laughed,
“So...what’s up?” Faith turned around, and leaned back on the balcony’s fence.
“Well...Filden is getting his first Spirit soon, I assume he wants nothing better than for his friend to be there,” Kamui said,
“Still got...” Faith then looked up at the sun, “...50 minutes,”
“Heh, intelligent as ever,” Kamui smirked,
“That’s Faith Crest for you,” She giggled, “I’ll be there, and so will Rene...and don’t worry, I’m informing everyone Filden will want to invite,”
“Good to hear, I will see you then,” Kamui then nodded at Faith, and walked through the master bedroom, and through the door.
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Summoners...truly a mysterious discipline...the only one that challenges the mightiness of the Seal Master...I wish I had the chance to learn this profession, unfortunately, you are born with it. I have studied the summoner for many years, and I will sum up all I have found out in these memoirs, though it is very little, I hope it will show some contribution towards the growth of the world.
From what I gathered, summoners have the ability to call upon special spirits from The Abyss to do their bidding. In order for the summoner to call these spirits, they must form a pact, signing the seal with their blood, so not only their signature binds them, but their blood also.
I knew of only one summoner, Argustav Jilin...we lost him 4 years ago when he was betrayed and killed by one of his own comrades, who turned out to be a spy for “The Incorporation.” His body was taken to the headquarters of “The Incorporation” and bisected, in their gruesome attempt to research summoners. I only wish I could have done more...
One of the most peculiar things about summoners...whenever they summon a spirit...as soon as they call them, a horn slowly comes out of their forehead...acting like some sort of satellite...
This was all I managed to find out about summoners...only this in 60 years worth of research...I only wish the future generation better luck when researching...
~ Denzel Lamarck, 1935 – 2003
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