Soul Of The Primordial Remanent

A remote place, confined between a union of forest and ocean. From above, embraced by the enchanting dusk, ornamented by the red flares of the evening sun aligning with its western horizon, just before it submerged beneath the restless waves of the vast expansive ocean.

Gentle heavenly light began creeping in from the lifeless, eternal void; this place within Mortal Realm grew closer to the forgotten Spirit Realm.

The gentle heavenly light from the Spirit Realm intensified to luminous rays of cyan light, flashing from eastern skies towards the distant west, ultimately abandoning the realm. The world became ghost silent in honor of goddess Illipra, while the bells chimed in temples of god Zarieun. Mortals and fierce beasts quickly turned for their natural habitat, abandoning their workloads for the day.

After the cyclical twilight, curtains of darkness began descending from the infinite void. The intensity of mysterious anti-magic power grew stronger. Abundant light yang energy became suppressed by the baleful yin within these curtains. However, light from five different colors of crescents shone through them, illuminating the vast lands and mighty oceans with faint gleams of vivid lights.

At that time, a screeching sound echoed through the air, seeming as someone furiously held on to the vacant air while it cracked like condensed crystal. The harsh echo died down as a figure of a woman came close to the ground, shooting towards a gigantic, cloud-piercing tree. As she got closer, she turned her back to protect something precious in her hands.

Although the woman tried to alter her path with her will, she didn't have enough power to do such thus, her back collided against the towering tree. Immediately after the collision, she stood up to gaze at the preciousness, on her hands, wrapped around white cloth. Blood dripped down from her forehead and trickled in from her hand, turning half of the cloth scarlet. Moreover, water droplets rained down from the wet towering canopy as birds flew, branching in every direction.

Although her body, covered with wounds, only a few grazes seemed fresh, she walked out completely unharmed, as she moved away from the tree. Observing her surroundings, with her haunting eyes, she noticed towering trees that pierced through the air and their leafy canopies shielded any lights from reaching the muddy ground. Despite the absence of moonlight, there was no lack of lights since a particular shrub glowed with dim, delicate light, while alone, yet ethereal when together. From within these shrubs, occasionally tiny pockets of lights escaped into the atmosphere, similar to a sea of fireflies when observed from a distance.

Although alerted by the intense sound at first, smelling blood, they halted, the hungry predators. To gaze at her, maintaining a safe distance, before running away in terror. A vast area cleared, deprived of any movements. Unbothered, the woman stepped towards few lash green herbs and greenish golden vines encircling several trees, then she walked farther to the front to approach many similar shrubs. Noticing the increase in quantity, made her confident that she was going in the right direction.

The trees started becoming smaller, though the jungle became much denser. Cooling breeze collided on her face, seeming it rained intensely in the nearby area. Soon, drizzles began falling from the fast-moving clouds, as it further shaded the night sky.

Once she stepped out of the forest, rays of blue light came through the opening of the clouds. The blue light of Rup, the largest of the moons, reflected on her blood-stained silver armor.

A painting of mad enlightenment, dried blood stains spattered all over her armor; accompanied by lines of rugged textures of sharp and blunt weapons. A golden arrow pierced through her left pauldron near the joint of her shoulder. Holding the white cloths with one hand, she used her other hand to pull out the arrow. Blood started dripping from the wound, but it became frozen before any drop fell to the ground, bursting through the air. She could barely walk, but she did not stop for a breath and kept walking out of the forest.

A few faint rays of lights shined in the distance. Following it, she reached a rundown town and banged on a wooden door. A short middle-aged woman opened the door, and she became startled, almost closing the door until she saw a tiny baby of less than a year in her arms. She looked at her terrible state and became slightly sympathetic.

"Little angel, you need to see a physician or alchemist."

"Thank you, little aunt. I just want to rent that house across the yard; I don't think anyone is living there."

Seeing the unsightly state of the mom and baby, the woman ran back into the house to bring a rusted iron key. She walked into the mud without any footwear. She carefully stepped over the greenish slippery yard as her toe nails stubbed into the mud, preventing her from falling. She opened the door of the small wavy tin house. The smell of old wet clothes flowed out of the door. Tin rusted all over from within and dust permeated through the air. Within the place, there was a small bed on the front and a table on the corner.

Within the darkroom, hang a lantern from the ceiling. The middle-aged woman walked in grabbed a white cloth from an old trunk, spreading it over the bed. The young woman bent herself through the small door and placed the boy on the bed. The boy slept within some transparent, solidified materials. The woman touched the material. It slowly turned into liquids and then seamlessly merged with the air. Like his mother, the little boy was hurt. There was a little cut on his right shoulder, and he looked unconscious.

The middle-aged woman walked toward the door and closed it. Two iron hook was attached on each side of the door. The woman picked up a rectangular wooden bar and placed it between the hook to keep the door closed.

The young woman placed a bright glowing stone within the glass chimney of the lantern. It lit up the room to every corner. She sat against the wooden log holding the house together. She coughed and blood fell on her hand. She put her hands together red magic circle formed around her. She looked out of the world as her long dark brown hair started floating. The glowing lights of energy entered the boy's body from the magic circle. The young woman became extremely exhausted. Her eye started to blink from extreme exhaustion. her thoughts ran wild. She didn't know what to do as she has lost everything important to her. Her head started to have waves of pain run through it. Her eyes became watery. She started thinking of transpired event and it put her in a horrible state. Her body started to heat up and the loss of light from the magic circle almost aged her by seven to eight years.

The middle-aged woman held on to her preventing her from falling down. The life energy from the magic spell slowly entered the boy's body and it became faster and all the energy around funneled in towards him. He slowly opened his eyes. He looked around the unknown place. A look of confusion could be seen on his delicate face.

A look of relief appeared on woman's face a drop of water from her eyes fell on the little boy's face.

"Owh uh"

The baby touched his mother's nose to receive her love. His mother wiped away her tears and pinched the tiny mole on his left cheek. He tried to grab his mother's cheek with his both hand and hurt himself in the process.

His mom placed a red pendant around his neck. The baby became sleepy and his mother lost consciousness from extreme exhaustion next to him. The woman on the side became emotional from the miraculous event. Water slowly ran down her cheeks as she stood there for a very long time.

Outside large drops of rain started falling. The contract between the tin roof became louder and louder. The wind brought the rain faster and created heavenly sound within. It as if the heavens were playing music for them.

[sound of heavy rain on the tin roof] and occasional [long slow cracking of thunder]