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Solar Storm: Chapter 2
An unmarked ship landed on the outskirts of Deriva, the only city located on Aryol. A lone figure, clad in a cloak and blue jumpsuit, emerged from the ship. The figure moved about the crowded streets of the docking bay, careful to keep his face hidden.
The figure looked over his shoulder and saw several knights, the sun crest upon their breastplates revealing them to be members of the royal guard. Panicking, the figure ducked into a nearby alley. He pressed himself against the wall, hand gripping the crystal dagger at his hip, but it was too late. The knights had already spotted him.
“There he is,” screamed one of the knights.
“After him,” yelled the second knight.
“Don’t let him escape,” said a third.
The figure sighed. Looks like he would have to do this the hard way. With a single glance he took in his surroundings and came up with a plan.
As the first knight came charging forward, he leapt into the air and jumped over the knight. He landed with practiced grace, quickly sending the knight to the ground with a sweeping kick that knocked the knight off balance. As the knight struggled to get back to his feet, the cloaked figure raced up a nearby ladder and dashed across the rooftops. He laughed to himself as he left the knights behind him, not stopping until he was at the palace.
From upon a balcony, a lone female noticed a cloaked figure land on one of the palace’s outer towers. The female rose from her seat, tucking a strand of her long silver hair behind her duel pointed ear as she marched from the balcony. Lifting the skirts of the elaborate down that covered her slender, athletic body, the female ran to where she would knew the cloaked figure would be.
The cloaked figure laughed as he safely landed on a nearby balcony. He removed his hood, exposing a softly angled face with androgynous features. Ceremonial sun like scars were carved into the purple skin of the face, putting emphasis on the slanted yellow eyes and high cheek bones. He removed the ties from his hair with one hand, letting the silver strands fall to his waist.
“What do you think you are going Solaris? Where have you been!”
Solaris instantly paled. He recognized that voice. It could only be one person. Nova, first princess of Aryol, apprentice seer, and his younger sister. With a nervous grin, Solaris turned to face his sister.
“Nova, beloved sister, what are you doing in the palace? I thought you were training at the Sunrise Temple with the other seers,” Solaris spoke, his voice trembling with fear.
Nova frowned, the ceremonial sun like scars on her forehead and cheeks becoming distorted. Her golden eyes narrowed as she glared at her brother.
“I sensed your excitement through our bond, dear brother. Consider yourself lucky our parents do not know of you taking out unmarked ships for a joy flight. You are truly a cosmic brained fool if you believe they will not eventually find out about your secret pass time,” Nova scolded, her tone hard and serious.
Solaris scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I am twenty-one cycles. I am no longer a child. Mother and father should have more trust in me.”
“Our parents do trust you Solaris. They just do not wish to lose you as they did Luner,” Nova said, putting a hand on her brother’s shoulder.
Suddenly, a siren cut through the silence. The siblings wasted not a moment in running to the nearest safe room, only to be stopped by a hooded figure bearing a crystal dagger.
An unmarked ship landed on the outskirts of Deriva, the only city located on Aryol. A lone figure, clad in a cloak and blue jumpsuit, emerged from the ship. The figure moved about the crowded streets of the docking bay, careful to keep his face hidden.
The figure looked over his shoulder and saw several knights, the sun crest upon their breastplates revealing them to be members of the royal guard. Panicking, the figure ducked into a nearby alley. He pressed himself against the wall, hand gripping the crystal dagger at his hip, but it was too late. The knights had already spotted him.
“There he is,” screamed one of the knights.
“After him,” yelled the second knight.
“Don’t let him escape,” said a third.
The figure sighed. Looks like he would have to do this the hard way. With a single glance he took in his surroundings and came up with a plan.
As the first knight came charging forward, he leapt into the air and jumped over the knight. He landed with practiced grace, quickly sending the knight to the ground with a sweeping kick that knocked the knight off balance. As the knight struggled to get back to his feet, the cloaked figure raced up a nearby ladder and dashed across the rooftops. He laughed to himself as he left the knights behind him, not stopping until he was at the palace.
From upon a balcony, a lone female noticed a cloaked figure land on one of the palace’s outer towers. The female rose from her seat, tucking a strand of her long silver hair behind her duel pointed ear as she marched from the balcony. Lifting the skirts of the elaborate down that covered her slender, athletic body, the female ran to where she would knew the cloaked figure would be.
The cloaked figure laughed as he safely landed on a nearby balcony. He removed his hood, exposing a softly angled face with androgynous features. Ceremonial sun like scars were carved into the purple skin of the face, putting emphasis on the slanted yellow eyes and high cheek bones. He removed the ties from his hair with one hand, letting the silver strands fall to his waist.
“What do you think you are going Solaris? Where have you been!”
Solaris instantly paled. He recognized that voice. It could only be one person. Nova, first princess of Aryol, apprentice seer, and his younger sister. With a nervous grin, Solaris turned to face his sister.
“Nova, beloved sister, what are you doing in the palace? I thought you were training at the Sunrise Temple with the other seers,” Solaris spoke, his voice trembling with fear.
Nova frowned, the ceremonial sun like scars on her forehead and cheeks becoming distorted. Her golden eyes narrowed as she glared at her brother.
“I sensed your excitement through our bond, dear brother. Consider yourself lucky our parents do not know of you taking out unmarked ships for a joy flight. You are truly a cosmic brained fool if you believe they will not eventually find out about your secret pass time,” Nova scolded, her tone hard and serious.
Solaris scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I am twenty-one cycles. I am no longer a child. Mother and father should have more trust in me.”
“Our parents do trust you Solaris. They just do not wish to lose you as they did Luner,” Nova said, putting a hand on her brother’s shoulder.
Suddenly, a siren cut through the silence. The siblings wasted not a moment in running to the nearest safe room, only to be stopped by a hooded figure bearing a crystal dagger.
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