1st Thread (1)

Hark! For Her Grace is boundless that sinners became free;

For Her Grace may be able to free those of mortality.

The woman chanted a prayer as she ran through the thickets and bushes in the forests, nimbly dodging each encounter within a hair’s breadth and throughout it all she continued on reciting scriptures and verses from her mind.

For Her Grace unhindered changed the world.

Heer! Beasts fouled by the breath of old;

Light slowly gathered inside her open mouth forming a small ball that slowly rolled out of her mouth, upon reaching outside.

It grew to the size of a eyeball.

Monsters bourne from sins of felled Gods!

Unfounded, Infallible and Inconsequential.

The small ball of light now floating just a little bit ways off her mouth thinly spread out, cirrus-like appendages and wrapped around the vestments around her body. Slowly until her body radiated a faint glow.

My name is Heuchera, She who Mournes,

Upon my name, I command, Rest and Perish from this world.

As the chanting ended, the faint glow coalesced and coagulated and slowly dripped like gentle rain into the ground. Melting and mixing with the dead leaves and underbrush as soon as it fell.

For You are the only light and judgement.

And so You are the one we worship.

Not long after the chant ended and the faint glow dimmed, A seething heat permeated throughout the area where the droplets melted away. It crawled slowly, like a worm it spread through the dense foliage.

I Mourne for You, Sinner.

My Goddess, Your Grave, I pray—

—Vathel

With those words, All flora within a kilometer of the young lady ignited and dance along with the flame that perched atop the censer the young lady is holding onto tightly. “Did that get them?” she thought to herself through bated breath and exhaustion.

“Scary scary scary, Verily. Young lady, You shouldn’t start fires near forest, you know? It harms the nearby fauna~ It may even awaken a sleeping Flaes if you’re not careful enough.” echoed from behind, as the voice tutted the actions of the young lady like she had just done a prank, a bad one at that.

“How—?”

“The time for jokes and pranks us now over little lady, You might be a Saintess candidate but that does not excuse stealing the Censer of Purity from the Halls.” chided the voice once more. “Please return it and go back to the Points, I’ll make sure no one knows what happened today.”

“I’m not going to return into that place!” she shouted her hazel eyes turn to a faint bluish hue. “Not yet!”

“Young lady, Please don’t do that. The Arch told me specifically not to let any harm come to you and you’re clearly making it hard for me to do so.” Answered the voice as the person slowly revealed themselves from the dying wisps of fire all around.

It was an old man, covered in greyed and dusted vestments and robes that spoke of experience in the matter of decades. His face was staunched with dissatisfaction plastered all over. If not for the importance of recollecting the Censer it looked like the old man would rather do something else.

“Heuchera, please return now and let us clear your name in your ste—,” he waved his arms as he beckoned the young lady.

For Grace’s light and joviality turned sand into grass;

And Her righteousness of washed wine into water.

Unsightly, Unseeable and Unknowable:

My name is Inveigler of Laverna .

Nights of Dance and Days of Rest,

May Your heeded words come to light.

I, who enrapture Springtime.

A sinner of hopeless endeavours

—Nimmel Djuin

“—ad,” before he even could finish, Heuchera vanished into thin air. “It is as they said. She has already mastered the use of Vathel… and now also Nimmel.” The old man smirked as he left the place, pondering as to where the young lady could’ve headed towards before pulling out a notepad.

“Have you succeeded in losing and making her escape?” wrote the notepad on itself. “Yes, she has successfully escaped but might I be presumptuous and ask one thing, Archpriest?”

“Continue.”

“Why?”

“That I cannot answer myself, I am just following orders. The Pontiff might but I cannot. There is only one thing that I am sure of however. It is something that we shouldn’t delve into hereon out, For it is Her and Fate’s work.”

As the book wrote itself words on empty pages and the old man pondered over the written answer. Heuchera ran away as far as she can, following the light that pierced through the smoke of the censer playing a game of hot and cold —not long after she spotted a cave, checking on the censer it billowed with smoke.

After resting by the entrance for a while she went deeper and as she went deeper, The smoke from the censer thickened and a faint ringing can be heard from it. Heuchera understanding what the ringing was called out a chant.

Forsake, Forsook and Forgotten;

Shell of empty memories and stories.

Blank, Blanched and Blanker;

Let memories fade but feelings not.

May the strings of the heart sow,

And form into one once more.

Let I, Inveigler Heuchera of the Mourning Laverna,

Fade into black and turn into white.

Mourne, For Me, Oh selfish Sinner,

Atleast, I did good—

—Lhinaes Vathel

“—"

From all that she could remember… those were events from 127 years ago, Now that she had awoken in a strange time and place, Memories and accessories gone bar none.

“Live—"

That was all she can remember.

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Authors note : sorry for being late, Graduation preparation took a long time to do, so now that I have time I'll try to post daily from now on