Cretus

Lightlarks used to live amongst humans. Until their purity was cannabilized by the humans most poisonous trait, arrogance. This story takes place years after the great war that whipped the lightlarks from history. It exists in a time where history is forgotten, truth is reduced folklore, ancient knowledge is mocked and devoured. A world that had dominated the powerless and called it fair. A world that has forgotten magic, and the incessant warning from those who roamed before them to fear it.

Characters

Darcy

Personality: Darcy is a quiet, unassuming figure that you probably wouldnt notice even in an empty room. She likes to keep to herself, often drifting off into her head. The only person she really talked to was the ringmaster, coraline. She had taken her in when she was 11 after she had ran away from the orphanage and let her stick to her side like a ghost everysince. Besides her, she thinks most people at the circus find her off-putting. She cant understand why, she thought she was hiding it well. Her curse that struck when she was 11 that marred her soul. She hated it, and in turn she so often found that she hated herself. Living in a circus was easy for someone like her. She worked diligently in the shadows, hovering behind the brightly illuminated figures on the stage. She never liked the spotlight, in fact most days she didnt even want to be seen. One day during a show, her curse went rampant sending the crowd into chaos and the royal guard after her. After her only family got captured, she vowed to get her out, at any cost.

Emrys

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Moriko

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Anur

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A group of strangers embark on a strange quest to uncover an artifact known as the Obilisc of Nyx. Each with their own motives, they promise to help each other to the end. But what happens when lost strings of the past begin to entangle them to their duties? What happens when old memories resurface and to each other. More importantly, what will they do when they finally compelete the artficact.