SonicSouls
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Normally, a collector apprehended sinners. But tonight, she was tasked with apprehending that which was only theoretically possible. And by doing so, she would be one of many who determined the fate of a bygone age. They were Marina.
“I know thou art watching I,” Marina said.
She laughed. Her blessed bauta mask gave it an androgynous voice. Combined with the use of older diction, it would shock her pursuers. Even if others said she used that diction randomly and often incorrectly. But what did they know? She smirked.
“Thou can show thyself,” Marina said, “Or do you all still think I’ll be surprised?”
She heard bells echo. Something stirred and branches’ creaked. It was just the wind. Or so they wanted her to think. As if the quest’s objective wasn’t a dead giveaway.
Her horse slowly followed the path. One bell’s pealing grew louder. A stench wormed into her mask’s nose. Through her blessed blindfold she saw its source. Drooped upside-down from a tree was a deformed corpse. Bloodless lacerations peppered it. A tiny bell dangled from its neck.
“Another corpse? What’s this, fifth one this week? Whatever.”
Her face paled.
I-I mean, ‘twas once someone infected with leprosy, a most appalling injustice.”
Her face reddened.
“Don’t care that all the matres created us Matre Luna, soon, you will rule alone.”
She chuckled imagining what Matre Terra’s reaction would be. Recently they smitten a village with leprosy, sent its “sinners” to Leprosi Sanctuarium, then smitten that. It would’ve been typical, if not for her quest’s objective.
She glanced around. Where were those pursuers? Probably mocking her. She was tasked to catch undead fused together. Didn’t matter that necromancy was only theoretically possible. Granted, the locals also claimed something chanted “Sin-see-kwee” in the forest.
“Synnsequi. Who came up with that gibberish?”
The locals. They said her androgynous clothing masked a revenant. The tricorno hat hid three horns, the hijab scars, and the mask the face and voice. Typical rumors.
“They’ve must’ve brainwashed the locals to hunt me.”
Her eyes darted at every sound.
“Which I always knew!”
The wind picked up, and she yelped. She realized how many bells there were. That was the pursuers’ way of mocking her, daring her to run away. But if she showed weakness, they would exploit it. She leapt off the horse.
“I… I’m not afraid!” Marina yelled, “Are thou?”
Silence. She took the buckler off her back and held it in front. Her rapier was poised behind. Wrapped on its grip was a cloth talisman.
“I can use this talisman and a secret prayer to cast a special miracle, you know.”
Part of her claimed that was a lie. That every collector had the same miracle.
“I know thou art watching I,” Marina said.
She laughed. Her blessed bauta mask gave it an androgynous voice. Combined with the use of older diction, it would shock her pursuers. Even if others said she used that diction randomly and often incorrectly. But what did they know? She smirked.
“Thou can show thyself,” Marina said, “Or do you all still think I’ll be surprised?”
She heard bells echo. Something stirred and branches’ creaked. It was just the wind. Or so they wanted her to think. As if the quest’s objective wasn’t a dead giveaway.
Her horse slowly followed the path. One bell’s pealing grew louder. A stench wormed into her mask’s nose. Through her blessed blindfold she saw its source. Drooped upside-down from a tree was a deformed corpse. Bloodless lacerations peppered it. A tiny bell dangled from its neck.
“Another corpse? What’s this, fifth one this week? Whatever.”
Her face paled.
I-I mean, ‘twas once someone infected with leprosy, a most appalling injustice.”
Her face reddened.
“Don’t care that all the matres created us Matre Luna, soon, you will rule alone.”
She chuckled imagining what Matre Terra’s reaction would be. Recently they smitten a village with leprosy, sent its “sinners” to Leprosi Sanctuarium, then smitten that. It would’ve been typical, if not for her quest’s objective.
She glanced around. Where were those pursuers? Probably mocking her. She was tasked to catch undead fused together. Didn’t matter that necromancy was only theoretically possible. Granted, the locals also claimed something chanted “Sin-see-kwee” in the forest.
“Synnsequi. Who came up with that gibberish?”
The locals. They said her androgynous clothing masked a revenant. The tricorno hat hid three horns, the hijab scars, and the mask the face and voice. Typical rumors.
“They’ve must’ve brainwashed the locals to hunt me.”
Her eyes darted at every sound.
“Which I always knew!”
The wind picked up, and she yelped. She realized how many bells there were. That was the pursuers’ way of mocking her, daring her to run away. But if she showed weakness, they would exploit it. She leapt off the horse.
“I… I’m not afraid!” Marina yelled, “Are thou?”
Silence. She took the buckler off her back and held it in front. Her rapier was poised behind. Wrapped on its grip was a cloth talisman.
“I can use this talisman and a secret prayer to cast a special miracle, you know.”
Part of her claimed that was a lie. That every collector had the same miracle.