Thread: Fate Versus Fiction [Ironic ║ Ryees]

Amora pursed her lips together, pressing a secure index finger against them to gesture the group to quiet down. Men and woman of many ages huddled together in the basement of what used to be a local soup kitchen that operated on Mondays. Startled hues hastily scanned the cemented cellar walls, listening to the male Valkyrie robustly speak of his prophecy and orders. The body heat in the room prompted the musky scent of the underbuilding to become more prominent, some individuals unable to hold their cough as it flared their allergies. Various emotions could be sensed in the aura, and Amora endeavored to ease each one. Her iridescent bow rested on the dusty ground next to her left heel, hand sagging adjacent to prepare for the nastiest situation. A black quiver adorned with golden-brown swirls rested on her backside, wielding arrows that varied in color and enchanted potentials. Once the prosperous voice of the Valkyrie ceased, the group murmured to one another regarding what had been said. Shhh Amora reminded them, some attentive to her words while others unheeded her cautions. Should we step forward? He even said we could have our lives spared! An elder woman asked Aroma, her lips curling inwards as she bared no teeth, her frail body tremoring from her Parkinsons disease. This sparked the group to chatter again, agreeing or disagreeing with her suggestion. After graduating the Academy, top female in her class, Aroma was unaware of what her future would turn out to be. She knew she held potential and was aware of her smug demeanor towards her skills. No one could wield a bow and arrow like she could, let alone control the heightened enchanted abilities she brought to her weapon of choice. Her nickname wasnt the Celestial Archer for nothing, as she possessed twelve abilities to her projectiles. Being offered a position in the army, she accepted, seeking something more adventure-filled and rewarding. Instead of being the sniper of a gun, she was the sniper of the bow and arrow. Traveling the world, she would help assist in taking down enemy parameters, many surrendering at their feet, waving their white flags for mercy. The corrupt side of Earth was shown to her on a day-to-day basis, but there was always another side to war and greed. The guiltless individuals. They were killed and disciplined just for being bystanders in the proceedings. Amoras heart called for her to help those in need, providing food, shelter, and clothing to help rebuild their lives. She couldnt save everyone, but each death of an opponent was for those who had fallen. She was stationed in Hammondsport, New York, when the Valkyries made their march in Gods name, and instinctively took it upon herself to gather those who needed guidance. She was their light, the one they looked to for justice. Admittedly, this was a battle she wasnt accustomed to, but her stance stayed positive and bright-eyed. I cant let them down She would remind herself, even if it was okay to admit she was scared too. No, stay where you are, and those of you who decide to leave put those who want to live at risk! Her voice was harsh, but she needed to be to get the point across. They had to stick together, fear couldnt win them over. Be strong. We can do this. But Im scared, I dont want to fight! A young boy cried out, his mother cradling him closely to simmer his whimpers. Then I will fight for you. Readily she gripped her bow to signify she wasnt afraid, but if only they knew she was. She had to be an example to them. Just as the group mumbled furthermore, an unanticipated boom shook from upstairs, letting the people down below know the fallen angels have made their way to investigate the damned and the saved. Amoras grip on her weapon turned into an aggressive one the battle-ready grip. When her constant pleads for those to be quiet wouldnt work, the Valkyries upstairs certainly did its justice. Not even a single exhale could be heard. Eyes looked at the ceiling, hearing the clanking of footsteps overtop of them, some towards the door, waiting for it to burst open to show what the radio station and news reporters talked about for weeks. Stay calm Was she telling this to the others or to herself?