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Within minutes of her arrival; taking down a single ship, and landing on the sturdy but soft dust of the Cratto moon, Elee was greeted by the sounder of the beacon. Her name was Emerald, and she was quite impressive to say the least. Her stature was formidable by any standards, and she was intelligent. You could see in her eyes, the fire of wisdom beyond her years burning. An ocean filled with hope and promise churned within her spirit, a fighting spirit. These attributes were admirable, she did admire them.
She followed behind Emerald, awaiting her orders. The obvious was to fight. That was always her duty when called upon. But tactics were never her forte' and even when she thought out what she wanted to achieve thing never seemed to go her way. So, to put her faith in the hands of someone visibly younger than she was a twinge psychotic, but she'd faced crazier situations; this one, however new would be just another fight.
Once they were within range of the Serpanine armadda, she spoke again. By this time the two female heroins had been joined by a squad from Earth. Eleemos wanted to introduce herself, as she had been to Earth many times, but had never encountered any of them. She doubted if they'd even heard of the Overland, where she came from. “Miss, I need this on that mother ship…it’ll cause the orbiting ships to scramble; you can take my shuttle if you need to” This strategy was brilliant, and yet so simple. Even though the she wanted to help the others, she'd been called upon to help in whatever way necessary, and that meant taking down the fleet of ships that prevented a seamless escape. "That won't be necessary. I've got a way. By the way, the name is Eleemos, Warri..." Her words were cut short by a warning from Emerald. The Estrovenge watched calmly as droves of the alien creatures marched in, closing in from all sides.
Right now the Warrior of Justice and Peace had to decide what was most important: Destroying the fleet, or fighting off throngs of attackers. Knowing that when she was within range, she would be fired upon by the ships that vastly outgunned her. It would be a true test of her skill, and Oliss' as well; trying to navigate artillery being hurled at them. She caressed the Brillia crystal gun in her hand before Oliss swooped in and carried her away. There was a telepathic link between them that allowed her to call her faithful watcher without saying a word. She jumped into the air, somersaulting into a fall as she landed on his back.
His feathers, white as light, and speckled with mahogany brown snow were so strong that she could pull on them, hold them until her palm bled, and they would still not pluck. As she held them, Oliss let out an Eagle like caw, that vibrated at the same frequency as the glass in the deck windows of the Serpanine ships. "BAM. BOOM. BAM" She fired off three shots, each aimed at a different ship. The same effect took hold as she passed them at whirring speeds. All the while the bird and child ducked laser blasts aimed to kill. They closed in on the largest of the ships, the mothership, and she made sure she had the bobit that had been given to her. The importance of such a small gadget seemed silly, and yet it was so. The lives of the leaders of this world depended on it, and her, and Oliss. He climbed, flying at lower speeds as to encourage accuracy of his upward swoop. He arched backward, bringing Eleemos closer to the ship. Within moments, she let go, falling towards the top of the mothership. Just upon impact, Oliss allowed another echo-y howl to escape, but it vibrated in her ears differently. There was pain in it. As she looked on, she saw her best freind, falling towards the Cratto moon surface, seemingly unconscious.
Her task unfulfilled, she called to him, pain and sorrow leading her quivering cry. "Oliiiisss!" She nearly reached form him, but the distance between them was too great, too apparent to her. She did not jump to him, for sacrifice belonged to those who deserved it. Her life was about saving others, the ultimate sacrifice was made when she forgave her sister. And she'd do it no more. She took her fist, encrusted with the very same crystal that was loaded in her gun and punched through the hull of the ship. Ripping metal apart, she jumped down into the inner workings. Fortunately she was close enough to the navigational deck. Meeting her, as she burst through a cadre of wires and welded sheets of metal were Serpanine warriors. She wanted, for the first time to shed blood from them, from anyone for that matter. They'd hurt the most important figure in her life, and they would pay. The title she held, Estrovenge began to take meaning, as she promptly attacked. Leaping forward, she close lined two of the beastly fighters, surprising them with her hidden strength. Out cold, they lye motionless on the floor. She tucked and rolled, grabbing one of the unconscious warriors by the ankle, swinging him in front of her as she came to stand. Letting go at the perihelion of the swing, it took out three more. Leaving one, now frightened Serpanine. She let out a feral, gutteral scream, her fair still braided down the middle, swinging fervently behind her as she plunged into his gut, tackling him to the ground. One punch, two punches, three, and then four, and his life force faded away into the land of the unknown.
Emerald hadn't given any specifics as to where she was supposed to plant the device, but she assumed, hoping that it would be right, that she was to get it somewhere near the navigational deck. Thankfully, she was near it, as she saw the cracked window when walking further down the corridor of the ship. Her bare feet, made a gentle pitter patter when she took a step.
The room was marvelously cliche. Monitor arrays, boards with buttons. It was all to familiar to even someone who'd only seen the inside of an Earthly airplane once. She loosened her grip on the trinket, and placed it on the nearest monitor. And almost immediately it synchronized with the nav-system that guided the ships, keeping them in deadly unison. Without a second thought punched through the window, the large shards of glass propelled outwards. Eleemos jumped from the there, thinking loudly, calling to Oliss, hoping, just hoping that he was alive.
Eleemos calmly sat in the forest, in a nook that had no trees, but was protected by them like a gate of natural growth. A singular stump, centuries old resided in the middle of the passage, which is what she rested upon. She relaxingly pulled through her hair with a comb made from the bark of an Tykka tree, some of the strongest natural material in the Wonderland. This was her life now. There had been no reason for her to intervene in the affairs of others, or at least that is what she thought. As much as she loved helping people, part of her soul wanted nothing more than to live out the rest of her life in serene peace. So she sat, and combed her hair, its luster brought out by the sparkling sunlight that broke through the almost non existent canopy. A slight breeze picked up, causing her little tan dress sleeve to flutter in the wind, batting like the wings of a butterfly, ever so gently. Soon she saw the cause of the babysbreath air. Oliss, taken to the regular size of a Northern Snowy Owl, swooped in beside her.
"My dear. It has been a while since we have seen each other." Eleemos turned to look at him, still fiddling her long locks as she did. "Oliss!" She reached down to grab him in her hands, pulling him in for an awkward hug, still imperfect, even after so long. The relationship between these two, woman and animal was peculiar. He was like a father figure to her, her teacher, her guidance. For Oliss, Elee was his daughter, human or not. She was his pupil, and his warrior. "Oliss. I've missed you. Memory serves companion in your absence, but nothing is flesh and blood...Well feather, flesh and blood I should say." The bird chuckled at her innocent joke, and began speaking to her in an old voice, full of wisdom, compassion and knowledge. "My dear, it has been too long for since we have seen each other. And there is good reason. The High Council asked me to watch over the Earth, the one that most of your missions had been cause for." She looked at him, eyes closed to a ruminating slit, as she thought of all of the time she spent there trying to coral evil, and protect the innocent. "Yes. I remember. But why are you telling me now. You could have taken me with you?" Eleemos didn't love battle, although it was in essence the reason for her existence, the reason for her salvation and title of Estrovenge. "Yes, I could have. But the High Council specifically asked me, more like demanded that I didn't. You see, there has been a lot of activity in that dimension and if I did, you would have been spread too thin. And then, the creatures called Ninjans came. My dear..." He sighed, preparring her for pain, rubbing her arm with his benign wing. "The Earth was nearly destroyed on account of that invasion, and so many more things that I am too coward to say...It was unlike anything we've ever faced." Eleemos was shocked, and hurt. "EVEN MALICE!" she said. Her sister was the bane of existence, especially hers. Nothing had ever been so hard as to fight her own family. But to hear words that counteracted her own belief that nothing was worse than Malice, made her gut churn. "But now, there is something for us to do. In the distance of space there is distress. We must go and help, for we are needed."
With that Eleemos jumped up from her stoop, and ran from the lush green forest. On the horizon she saw the place where she had called home. The Overland was unmistakably beautiful. The sun shone everyday, happiness abounded, feeding the privileged souls that lived there.
She ran with so much speed that, as she pressed on, each step kicked up dirt. Finally reaching the High Council armory, she stopped. Oliss had flown ahead. "What do you think I'll need Oliss. That distant place you said...Cratto...Its in not exactly an Earthly place, so I don't know if any of my regular weapons will do any good." This was not doubt in her abilities, it was the truth. She usually ran with bow and arrow, staff and or sword. None of these things seemed like an appropriate remedy to an alien race. And if they were anything like the Ninjans, Oliss spoke of, then they would definitely do nothing to stop the onslaught. "You are right my dear. But just for this, I had the mechanic gnolls fashion you something that will. It's unlike anything you've ever used before so you should test it out." He handed her a gun, she knew what it was from her encounters on Earth. She took it from Oliss, and aimed it towards the ground, cocking the hammer back, she pulled the trigger and a Brillia crystal bullet shot out, and drove itself so far into the ground that she couldn't see its radiance anymore. As the bullet descended though, the prismatic effects of the crystal appeased her, a streak of rainbow colored light left a trail. "It does well against the dirt, let's see how it fairs against a real threat. But just in case..." The Estrovenge grabbed her favorite sword from the shelf. It was edged with brillia crystal.
With that, Oliss enlarged to massive proportions, and she hopped on his back. He was her delivery system. As he flew, at greater and greater speeds, day turned into night, stars streaked past her eyes like streams of light. And finally, entered the space where all of the action was taking place. "Elee. They are called the Serpanine. They are the invading force here on Cratto. The ones in the green are your allies. Find their leader." She knew that was the end of his briefing, and so she jumped from the glorious sky, falling through the barricade of warring ships. Unholstering her Brillia gun, she took aim at one, just to see it's effects. "BOOM" one shot fired at the top of a ship. The bullet shattered upon impact, and for a second she thought she was going to indeed be useless. But taking a closer look, the shattered pieces began to glow that same radiant rainbow, synonymous with the crystal.The metallic surface began to glow a hot red, and melt. The hot red spread over the ship and caused it to explode, setting of a chain reaction, of one other ships demise. Smiling now, she finally fell to the ground, rolling out of her momentum. Dawning her nearly naked uniform, she saw on of the green warriors. "Hello. My name is Eleemos, and I have answered your call for help. Show me to your leader please."
As the claymore sliced through his arm, the sound of squishing flesh let out. Not only was the sword, also known as the High Sword, given to her by the council that oversaw the Overland, a heavy weapon, it was edged with the very same, purifying crystal that ended her arrows, and covered her body, creating an armor. It was the prized possession of the Overland, Brillia crystal. It was almost perfect in every way. Harder than Earthly diamonds, able to cleanse evil by touching coming into contact. So, it came as no surprise that the High Sword was able to do such a thing. As blood gushed out of his wound, Eleemos drew back. Mostly in utter disgust. Where the blood oozed out, dripping and wet, bulbous muscle began to take it's place. Red and tender, flecks of white bone dotted the amorphous bundle of fleshly fibers. He thrust it forward, weaponizing it. He attached "it" to the sword, and "it" continued to grow. As "it" began to engulf sword, The Estrovenge had no options but to let go of the handle, for another attack had drawn in.
With his other hand, which now resembled a very narrow V sword, he cut down, just barely missing her hands. But even now as his hand ate up the large sword, it was doing its own work. The brillia crystal that was inscribed into the edges were connecting with the evil within him, little by little it would work on him, making him less inclined to fight, and pursue malicious deeds. She tumbled back; on the final roll back, she pushed up on her hands, kicking her legs up so that she landed on her feet. Grabbing at two arrows, she placed them on the bowstring and fired away.
Looking on, she noticed the culprits hand, or lack there of. It dangled with lesser evolved tentacles, writing and bloody. He spoke as if, nothing had happened, as if he didn't even feel it. "Hey ma'am, I take it you wanna fight me too, eh"? She only nodded, Elee was not much for words, at least for strange evils she would end up purifying. He smoked. Even though she wasn't even, considered human, she knew it was bad for the body. Inhalation of toxins and smoke hindered the body's ability to work properly, they became dependent on the action and feel of smoking. Anywho, he spoke again, this time inviting her into combat. "Well bring it, my night's freed up. By the way, the armor makes you look fat, ooooooh." This time she sqinted at him, slightly turning her head to the side, suggesting that his comment wasn't really offensive, rather confusing. It didn't matter though. The hand without tendrils, drew back, bulging several times it normal size, massive really. He flung it at her like it was a sling shot.
The Estrovenge fiddled the handle of her claymore upward so that the brilla tipped edge faced the asphalt. Driving it down with incredible strength, the fist hit the width of the blade, while she knelt behind it, holding it in place. The vibrations created, sent shock waves into the black dense ground, and split it. Vaulting up, Elee kicked over the sword, in midair, pulled it from the ground, and landed in a running stance. Pivoting from foot to foot, she gained ground closer to the violent assailant, readying herself for a slash at his already wounded arm.
Pan pipes played along with a tambourine and a leather cast drum. Youngsters danced around a bright fire, encircled by stones of different tones and color. The elders men and animal took part in jest and drink, telling stories of their yore years; brandishing scars and sharing battle stories. Many of them having the same ending, or beginings depending on age. The Estrovenge looked on in delight, and sorrow. She was happy that she now had others to talk to instead of the same faces ever day, but sadded to know she would be away from them ever yet. What she was, as grateful as she was, was burden that she sometimes would think to give up. The Estrovenges sole duty is to diminish, and eradicate impure energy throughout the world. Her life had focused on it before her death, and even in the after life she was tasked with crusading for justice and peace...But she wondered, when her peace would finally meet her?
Lofty wings settled in a tree she stood under. The moons of the Overland were full tonight, casting brilliant hues of silver, platinum, and blue over the graceful and majestic landscape.The festival dwindled and Eleemos still watched, sitting on a stump. "You know you could have joined them tonight." Her supple skin, reflected the moons many lights, as she turned to face a white owl. He moved as any bird would, bobbing his head as he circled her. "No...I couldn't. If I had, I would have enjoyed it too much, I wouldn't have wanted to stop." Oliss's avian face twitched to the side inquisitively. "Why not...You certainly deserved too." "It doesn't matter whether I deserve to or not. I couldn't because I didn't want to taint my sense of piety." "My dear...Fun...is part of life...Just as sorrow, and pain are...As many bad times as you've had, there are bound to be good ones as well. Now up you go." Eleemos was surprised, and yet she obeyed her guardians command. Oliss began to hop around on one foot, intoxicated with jubilation, dancing to imaginary music. "Dance with me Elee...Dance."! "But there is no music..." "It matters not my dear...You've got to learn to let go." Oliss continued his tomfoolery, and it made Eleemos laugh. "Thhheerree it is...I haven't heard you laugh in ages...Feels good doesn't it"? Eleemos laughed more, but managed to speak. "Yes..Yes it does. Thank you Oliss."
Standing at attention now, the Guardian Owl spread his wing, and began to grow, and grow. Being of the enchanted race of fauna living among the planes of the Overland, he was gifted with abilities ordinary animals dared to dream about. Because he was so, The Great Stag gave him the task of being the Estrovenges guardian, giving her transport, and backup when needed. The Overland was a plane of existence, that could be moved by guardians to go to world beyond, in order to thwart evil. "Come my dear" His size belittled Eleemos now, but he was just as gentle as before. She hoisted his back, and he took off into the night sky, becoming a speck against the platinum lit moon. Eleemos didn't question his actions, rather appreciated them. Oliss had that effect on her, the ability to ameliorate her pains, to pick her up when she was down, and tonight was no different. "My dear...You deserve the world...You deserve all the good there is to get...You are worth living, and you are special... I know..." His mighty wings swayed left, altering their course. "What is it"? Elee asked. "I sense trouble." And she sighed. She knew that joy was a waste of her time. It pained her though, because she was beginning to truly embrace it, and now...just as always something, someone got in the way.
They landed down upon the rooftops of the city, awaiting them were her tackle of brillia arrows and her brillia edged claymore. Eleemos stood before him, and he wrapped his span around her, adorning her with the crystal on her body. She was prepared, and reluctantly so, dove from the safety of the roof. Stag horn bow in hand, she knocked four arrows while falling, about one hundred feet in the air. The moment she let them go, there was a peircing whistle from the release. The brillia arrows were able to peirce most anything, and could purify evil. Tucking into a ball, she began to freefall while rotating. When she landed, her feet touched the ground like she only jumped regularly. Grabbing the claymore, she thrust it into the air, projecting her dominance to the foe she faced.
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