Chapter 2: Chapter 2 "The harvest festival"
Everyone was always fascinated to think of the gods, souls who achieved divinity. There is no known list of requirements to be a god, each god was different at the time of reaching the celestial kingdom, the only thing that everyone had more than clear is that a god would come from anywhere but not all could be.
Thousands of years ago there was a time when both gods and mortals walked the same road without having to hide and were available to help the peoples, but the only evidence that this time ever existed is found in the Great Library of the Winged beasts and stories told by the few spirits that are as old as the time the sky was covered in red. This time of prosperity and peace was called the Glorious Sharing.
Despite the multiple searches and theories of thinkers and scientists, no one knew why this era came to an end, there could be stories that they tried to explain but they were nothing more than baseless theories, the only things they were clear about was that at that time Time the pain and misfortune fell on the Lasso and this was the beginning of their primary separation.
After the disappearance of the gods in the mortal world, they all began to impose different hierarchies and social classes left and right and the struggles for dominion of lands and masses spilled over. El Lazo could never have been called a perfect place but that made it feel like a home, unfortunately, mortals clung a lot to the skirts of each god, hoping without doubting that they would be with them in every misfortune and joy but with their disappearance, all the warmth and color faded in the wind. The story of the Fire Ribbon is both joyful and sad, bloodshed with salty tears of hatred and sweet laughter and shattered screams; the Lasso went through so much before reaching a light peace.
Each circle separated and grew to try to be the best version of itself, falling before being what they are now.
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" Fix your makeup and change to wardrobe number 7 " The click of the cameras bounce off the white walls of the room.
The photography, lighting, wardrobe, and makeup teams were in charge of following Groove's orders and fixing every detail of the King of Sauropsida who only gave the makeup artist tired glances who put a gloss on his lips and gave depth to his eyes.
" Is all this necessary? "
The king questioned the tall, muscular man with white hair tied in a tight bun, who was reviewing a screen full of words that passed so quickly that they could hardly be seen.
" His majesty, it is very important that others see that their king supports traditions and culture. They care about your image" The white-haired man did not even bother to take his eyes off the thousands of words and simply smiled and hit the head of the youngest who only complained about the low side.
The king tried to answer her sharply and refute her words, but when he moved his head, his eye was hit by a brush, and the young woman, realizing, apologized. Tired he let out a sigh and counted to forty, stood still, and accepted his fate before the photographer scolded him again for delaying the shoot. He just closed his eyes and tried to relax as much as possible, the faster he accepted this nonsense the faster he could get back to work.
" Very well his majesty, we are almost finished " The photographer calmed down. The woman brushed the unruly locks from her face and adjusted the camera stand to put it at the desired angle " As Mr. Neánt said, your image is important, people should be able to enjoy the image of their king enjoying the celebrations and supporting your culture, that will give a friendlier picture of you."
The king's complaints and snorts were simply ignored by everyone in the place, some maids cleaning the hallway couldn't help but chuckle as they continued cleaning, the modeling team simply placed him in less than a kneeling pose, their hands against his sharp chin and his eyes delicately closed. The lights dimmed and the spotlights around his body were on.
The clicking of the cameras was once again the only sound in the place, accompanied by the occasional murmur of instructions for new arrangements. Everyone admired the hard work of Groove the right hand and the ace of the kingdom's public relations department, she started a few years ago as a worker in a small studio that went bankrupt after the war, she was later found by then the Head of Public Relations and she quickly became his most faithful worker and as the years passed, she remained there even in the change of bosses.
Time flew like a winter kite as they passed from stage to stage. Costumes and props were passed from hand to hand until the only evidence of hard work was only signaled by backpacks with equipment stored in them. Roldo now covered in a slight silence broken only by the scrubbing of the cleaning women.
" His work has been precious, the king regrets not being able to say goodbye but he was called to an urgent meeting with Prince Yelli, I also give my greetings and congratulations to Une and we look forward to your attendance at this week's banquet " The assistant and adviser of the King la fired at the exit.
" Thank you very much, I will give my regards to my boss, have a good night" Without further ado he said goodbye to her and took her equipment with her.
The road was a long ceramic cross line that reflected people as they passed by, the walk was slightly long and in front of it, a black car with darkened windows was waiting for her. Opening the trunk she carefully placed the suitcases in it, closed it again and got into the car, adjusted her seat belt, and set off.
The fast pacing of the car was abruptly stopped by the furious warbling coming from the rear. She checked the completely desolate road, without further ado, got out of the car. He waved his hand and the light in his palm directed his way, not noticing anything strange with the naked eye, he snorted and opened the compartment that was as neat as at the time before climbing, except for a broken lens outside the backpack.
" Une will kill me " The woman complained, lowering her hands to join the pieces of glass before she could finish a painful and abrupt pain in the back destabilized her, leaving her mind blank for a few seconds, long enough for a hand to take her abruptly. hair and will take your neck in a suffocating grip.
In the midst of the confusion from the blow, he could not use his magic to defend himself, when his senses returned trembling from the lack of air he could only transform his hands into thin and sharp needles that were quickly nailed into the arms of his attacker, sinking into that disgusting mass he immediately released her. When she fell she did not have time to catch her breath when two strong blows to her head made her spit blood, her hands still transformed were fiercely nailed into the other's leg, buried so deep that the sharp points of her could be easily touched. A thunderous growl covered the place, surpassing the screeching of insects and harsh breathing.
Dizzy with blood running through her head and with a horrible heat covering her neck, she haphazardly ran to the car door and tried to open it, in desperation she took some time to get it open. When she managed to open it she jumped on the seat and stepped on the gas, not even caring to close the door, frantically driving faster and faster away from her.
Her breathing felt heavy and her vision changed from normal to a blurry irritant that covered the entire place, her throat was burning and her hands were shaking but still, she didn't stop. When she was far enough away she glanced at the window and suddenly an arm entered her, throwing the pieces of glass into the air that fell out and onto their place, the movement was so unexpected that she could not avoid the dangerous turn that the steering wheel made. The speed at which she was going and her sudden movement caused her to crash into sharp turns on the road.
Surprisingly, the car did not suffer major damage and she remained paralyzed inside it, only being able to feel the rapid rush of her heart.
A lone figure surrounded the front window, her bright and maddened orange eyes greeted her, she again tried in vain to use her magic but something about her from the beginning of her had blocked her. The second she lowered her gaze to her trembling hands from hers a wounded and slimy hand of hers caressed his left cheek.
" But what beautiful and soft skin you have" A distorted voice in highs and lows seemed to give the sensation of a coo but only made his ears ache "It will look so good on me" The creature laughed madly, digging its long and cold fingers hard into the eyes of the paralyzed woman who screamed at the outbreak of burning and pain.
A stain of fresh and strongly odorous blood remained near the road and a fleshy and venous mass accompanied it, only the sound of the car's engine remained in the distance.
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The soft thunder of a hand behind the door caught the attention of Nauge who was coming down the stairs after getting ready for dinner, wearing a black suit and headdress. With a gentle wave of his hand the door opened.
In front of him stood a tall woman with half her hair shaved and thick curls falling behind her long pointed ear, a cold dress that covered her thick, muscular thighs, and her fabric fitted straight figure of her. Next to her a man with a balanced figure and a thick beard perfectly trimmed on her chin and covered by her large figures, a slimmer and smaller one that mixed the features of both did not take away from his vision of his on a screen virtual in front of him.
"Hello everybody."
" Nice to see you Hotte Écaille, nephew " with a soft smile Nauge urged them to enter.
" The guys are here!" Dennys yelled as he slid quickly down the railing of the stairs, leaped, and with the magic of him fell unscathed from the air and crashed into the open arms of the woman.
Hotte with abrupt laughter lifted Dennys and because of how small he was he had no problem turning it around, the wind made the fine dark silk ornaments on his shoulders flutter and his white hair was messy.
" I'm very glad they came. Have you grown Lessandra? You are older since the last time I saw you. " Cover gently pinched the young man's cheeks and stroked his head " Wouldn't Léger and Lunette come with you?" She questioned her sister who was still carrying Dennys in her arms.
" We were waiting for them but Lunette called us and said that some things happened for what would come later" Despite her indifferent tone, Hotte's expression contracted in slight concern for a second and she quickly diverted the subject "You look, handsome nephew! Who made this magnificent suit?"
" Mom did the work but I chose the design! " Dennys happily ran his hands in the delicate long-sleeved black chiffon shirt, long neck, and dark blue silk trimmings, looking proudly at his mother " Mom is the best " he approached his aunt as if secretly and whispered not being low enough so that others would not hear.
" So ... " Lessandra lengthened that one tiredly " Please do not tell me that we will remain standing until the guys come because I have been standing for hours and if I do not sit down in the next few minutes my legs could disappear " With fatigue Lessandra went to the table followed by laughter from the others.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone