Reflections: A Study of Perspectives

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### Notes from the Authors

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# Foreword

This story is a story by us, for us. If you don't like it, then don't leave mean comments, simply leave. If you want us to update faster, let me tell you something. This book has no outline, we have not talked at all regarding the collab. The story will go as it does, as the characters respond to each other. Heck, even we don't know what's going to happen.

# Cast of Characters

Columbia - Ruby

Caria Sehyrzhande - Snowy

Altum Noctis - Snowy

The Magician - Ruby

Columbia's sister - Ruby

Leonard

Aurek'shyl (Rex)

Ellithsyandra (Ellith)

Brioneth

# Prolougue

An old journal lies on a desk, opened to a page. Entering silently, a figure slips into the room, unnoticed by the inhabitants in it as the wind blows outside, sharp and muted, crashing against the walls. The figure takes the journal off the table, still unnoticed, and disappears, leaving no trace behind, nothing but the missing book, and a barely-disturbed layer of dust.

Outside, the figure opens the journal, muttering as they skim through the journal’s pages. “Dammit! Nothin’ good’s in here.”

Throwing the journal away, the entity leaves it behind, to seek another place to plunder. The journal falls on the ground, moonlight shining on its pages, making the text legible. *"Souls and Contracts: Soul-Links and their Effects of Magick and Psyche"*

The letters glow faintly for a moment, before dimming and vanishing, turning into illegible scrawls on the paper. Time goes on, and the journal slowly fades away, forgotten until another is to find it.

Many years later, the journal will be found again, but it will not contain a contract-spell. No, it will tell of a prophecy, of a Fated One, one to arise and to defeat the two. One of Sight, and One of Fire, both to fall under the strength of five.

**Prophecy of Two**

*A star and a flame, both meant to rise*

*Will chase after the other, trying to hide.*

*From the blessed of the five, bequeathed in light,*

*Bringing a tale for the records of time.*

*Within the darkness sown in the night,*

*Saviors will arise, of four and one.*

*To cast away the curse of the sun,*

*When all is revealed and brought into sight.*

*The first of the four, found by the light,*

*A wellspring of essence shall be your guide.*

*Second is a healer, one bound to the gleam,*

*To bring them all together, to find the lost dreams.*

*Three and four are kin, bound by curse and remnant,*

*Searching for a hearth, to hide from the revenant ,*

*the rumors of all old, the tales told in the dark,*

*To scare away the children and fey, to hide and dim the sparks.*

*The last will be a lost one, one buried and kept away,*

*To never find the rest and thrive, to lack the light of day.*

*And when the four shall meet the one, the final curse will rise,*

*To meet them and decide their fate, their actions will decide.*

*So when the five shall find the two, and chase them to World's End,*

*Where the last of the Lords will rise again, to tell the final tale*

*Of which a hero and a party, all Chosen by the Light*

*Shall bear the marks and trophies of war, to find and end the hand.*

# Part One - Wings of Night and Flame

## Chapter 1 - Columbia

*7 years ago...*

A cloaked figure walked through the woods, her amber eyes darting around with suspicion. After a few minutes, the figure stepped into a clearing. A cottage was settled on the edges of the clearing, with a small stream running beside it.

The figure walked forward and knocked on the cottage door. A moment later, the door opened by itself. looking around once more, the figure stepped forward and walked inside the cottage, slamming the door shut.

"Took long enough for you to get here." A voice muttered, and a figure stepped out of the shadows. They were noticeably short, and only stood as tall as the cloaked figure's waist. The shorter figure was wearing magician's clothes, and they look very ridiculous in the oversized clothes.

The taller figure threw back her hood and snorted. She looked in her mid-twenties, had long raven black hair, pale skin and unsettling red eyes.

"Well, someone's got to be careful in this neighborhood." The taller figure stretched her hand forward, "Do you have the things? I'm starting to get impatient."

The Magician waved their hands in the air, as if to point out something. Something very obvious.

"What is it?" The taller figure snapped. As soon as she said this, a shadow detached itself from the wall and glided beside the Magician.

A beam of light hit the shadow, revealing their features and the taller figure snarled angrily. The shadow was a girl, no older than 18. She had short raven black hair and amber eyes. If not for the eyes, she looked exactly like the taller figure.

"You.“ The taller figure snarled. "After everything you've done, you dare to show your face in front of me?"

The teenager crossed her arms and lifted her chin. Although she made no phisical movement, the taller figure clutched her arm, the skin glowing golden red.

"That's enough, Columbia." The Magician scolded. "We're here for a peaceful mission. As powerful as you are, there's no need to exhaust your reserves."

## Chapter 2 - Altum Noctis

*Oh, what secrets are hiding here?*

The night falls on the forest, animals hushed save for the chirping of a few birds and the wind rustling through the grass. A sudden jagged call can be heard, the cry of a wounded animal emitting from the throat of a bird.

Large, black— not black, the feathers a dim violet, shimmering blue and appearing black in the darkness, but elegant anyway— and hidden, it calls, and the creatures of the forest respond. As the sound swells, the ~~bird~~— *creature*, too large, too *hidden* to be a ~~bird~~— it lights up, glowing softly, shimmering as it takes off. Its feathers shift in the moonlight, from deep lavender to a pale green, to a deep iridescent gold, back to blue- then to dim indigo, settling as it lands in the center of a clearing, the sky unobstructed by foilage.

"Hey, keep it down out there!" A call echoes through the night, cutting through and interrupting the cacophony of sound. "I'm trying to focus."

Harsh, mocking cawing is all she gets in response, as all noise cuts off. A person steps out from behind a tree, and looks up at the creature. The clouds part, shining light down on the two. A woman stands there, no older than 30, dressed in deep ornamental robes, shining indigo in the moonlight. Silver embroidery runs through the cloth, weaving patterns of magic only visible to those proficient in the craft themselves.

*Foolish human, thinking she could tame me with a contract. Does the world not know of the power of the stars? ...Maybe they've forgotten.*
The fey creature screeches softly, and the forest lights up, stardust glowing, illuminating the clearing with their power taken from the stars. *Ah... These fragments really don't match up to the actual ones then. It is expected, after all. A mere replica will **never** match up to the original.*

"Yes, yes, I get it. You're powerful, you hold the stars. That's why I made the contract with you, isn't it? Now stop showing off already." Interrupting its thoughts, the woman speaks, dismissive and curt. "If you aren't doing anything to help our situation, then make yourself useful." She turns back around, disappearing into the undergrowth of the forest, hidden by shadow.

*Impudent human! If she didn't already owe me favors, I'd kill her myself already.* The fey takes off sharply, displeased, but follows the woman away. *There's only a matter of time left, afterall.* The creature—— Altum Noctis— *One who rules over the stars, deepest night*— chirps quietly, allowing itself to fade away, fade back, hiding once again in the shadows. *I'll see what you can do someday, Carithillasra Sehyrzande.*

## Chapter 3 - The Watchers

"Hey, do you think we'll ever find them? The others in the prophecy, I mean." A young woman walks down a path, looking up at her traveling companion.

"Definitely! It's destined to come true, after all. Isn't that how all prophecies are?" Her companion grinned, eyes lighting up, "After all, isn't that how we found each other?"

The lady laughs, her white robes fluttering about her in the wind. "True, everything is bound by the paths of fate..." She looks up at the sky, sunset setting the clouds alight in tones of orange and reds, light flickering as a wind sweeps through the area. Turning back to her companion, her face lit up, hair framing her delicate cheekbones, making her appear ethereal in the setting sunlight. "We *should* walk faster if we want to make it to town, or are you tired already?"