User blog:JeielYozama/MamonoQuest 0- A Document Unknown

SPOILER! :)

In the history of the Monstrum Regnis (Monster Realm), there existed a book of documents known to a few individuals as the Senev Scrolls of Sins. What was imprinted on it, was something unheard of by the inhabitants of the fabled realm:

'The Omnipotent God, who created the race of men, shall send a hero from another plane, whose fate and origin is shrouded in mystery and will be savior against an evil hidden and unchallenged. Ascending into power, he will resist the allure  and charm of Mamonokind, and will plunge the very land into chaos. His actions,however, will unite monster and man against a common foe

--Most still missing--

As serious as it may have sounded, nobody believed the scroll, saying it was the work of a complete nutjob. No human, or hero in particular, has ever resisted a Mamono since the rule of the current Demon Lord.It was believed to have been burned, but whispers tell it has continually circulated in secret by an underground group of zealous DarkPriests. To this day, no one has seen the documents above the surface...

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A lone individual stares into the gloom.

Her thin, fragile hands indicated she was female, a young teen of 14 or so. Clothed in white, she peers at the mark of imminent change, from up above a steep cliff besieged by raging waters, at a distance that no ordinary being could percieve.

She is unimpressed.

Metal monsters coursing through solid ground.

Leafless trees of steel and carbon fibre, raised as if to pierce the heavens. Humans. By the thousands. Scurrying like vermin.

She scoffed at their life, their pathetic attempts to rid themselves of worry and troubles. They create to live carefree. In reality, none of that ever mattered. But....

In Monstrum Regni, that change has already arrived, from one race to another.

Slowly and steadily, they are becoming like the ones of the Outskirts. Progress, as what humanfolk say. It cannot be stopped.

And now, she could sense it was being threatened. By something dark. Sinister. Primordial.

She heard a impassive horn blowing off. There it was. An immense sea-vessel framed in silvery metal. The words 'SS. RIDDLE' were barely visible because of the sea-foam. People were there, chattering. Laughing. Unaware she was listening. It was time. Her target was onboard. A boy.

Wings of pure brilliance sprouted from the side of her legs. The wind blew her hooded cover aside, revealing the face of a small girl with short ashen hair and a tempered expression, a barely-visible, gold-colored halo floating above her head.

He approaches...

..The Maker of Senev's Paths.