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It was a bright day in Fort Lunar, its main castle was being washed by the golden ray of the sun. Out in the noble garden, Konta was resting after a long night of battle. As a newly built clan, the celestial tribe had to ensure that it was surviving, and the best way for that was to battle their foes at night when they were the strongest. However, this was affecting the lunar lord as he was forced to rest during the day, in between the crimson and plum flowers. His long, grey hair intertwined with the pretty blossoms, his lavender eyes closed. He was possibly dreaming, going back to the times before his migration. Life was easier back then, yet full of impotence. Konta had always doubted himself about this; would it be better if he did not stray off from their empire? The nightmares would certainly stop, yet he would lack freedom. Nevertheless, serving under an empire was against his beliefs; he was not the type of boy to follow orders blindly, regardless of whether they denote anything or not.
As the sun reached its peak, Konta squinted his dark-circled eyes. Solis was always a problem for him, as expected from someone with milky white skin. Apart from the physical weakening that it brought, he found out that he could not think straight whenever the golden rays were upon him, soaking his entire body with the scorching heat. Judging from the position of the sun, the next meeting was going to commence soon. They all consisted of a couple of warlords and the leader discussing their order's position and how to thrive further in this place that is filled with wars and bloodshed. Konta stood up and stretched, yawning cutely. His entire body was sore from the last fight. He stood up on his high-heeled boots and fixed his azure-plum kimono before taking his beloved katana, Ryuusei no Ikari, from the ground. As he made his way to the castle, he wondered what other clan was next to confront.
The meeting room was full of warlords by the time the young lord made it. 'Welcome sire, we were just about to commence the gathering' General Mitsumoto said. 'I am truly sorry for keeping thee. What is the situation?' 'The Golden Guild, my lord. They are growing stronger every day.' the elven thane Xilfina leapt in. 'Soon, it is only going to be us and them'. The lord's amethyst eyes gazed at the old map in the middle, identifying the Guild's place and calculating their distance from the Order of the Indigo Moon. 'Their leader, what is their name?' Konta was curious, who would be the leader of this sun-struck clan that is causing so much trouble? Miyamoto took out a rough drawing of the said person. 'A master assassin with the name of Haru, the Gold Scar. Legend foretells that he possesses the power to hide in the plain sun and violate his enemies in one fell swoop'. The lord examined the drawing; his next nemesis, the Gold Scar. Despite his devilish look, there was something in him that attracted Konta. Emotions of passion and deviance that rooted their origins in his heart. He felt a strange attraction to him, which even surpassed the feeling of murdering him. Before he pondered on them more, he set the thoughts aside. 'Well, if't be true he is a master rogue, I shalt beest a master rogue slayer. I hath't did kill countless rogues ere, he shouldst beest did scare of what is coming to him. Doth thee knoweth what his plans art?' Lieutenant Rogier dashed to the front. 'My lord, he was seen near our fort, investigating the weakness of our troopers and the castle'. 'Leave him to me. Tonight, I shalt payeth him a visit. He would not see what is coming under the whey-face light of the moon. Thou art cashiered, prithee take care of yourself for the night'. Konta went to the balcony to smoke a cigar, he always resorted to one during stressful occasions. As his gloved slender fingers took hold of one and lighted it, he glanced at the orange sun that was being overthrown by the celestial. He was thinking about his next enemy, the Gold Scar. He truly wished to put an end to the rogue, yet one part of him was upset that he belonged to an enemy clan. The bells of the church of Akara, God of wisdom, were ringing from far away. The young lord listened deeply, marking each ring in detail.
'Hear it not, Haru; for it is a knell
That summons you to heaven or to hell.'