Soul and Pride of a Keeper--a Backstory
~~Prologue~~
One day, a young male Opifex with hair gray as wood ash, eyes red as fire, and dark marks on the sides of his face enters the Jobe backyard. He weilds a sword he was given, a warblade with a scalding blade. He progressed with bravery, tackling the Demonic Subjugator that was a total pain to take down.
Now he resides in his Jobe apartment, a bachelor pad with fighting-themed posters on some walls. Forced to take custody for his seven-year-old niece for a couple weeks, he just can't find enough time to fight for the Unredeemed, allies of Omni-Tek.
He is Jacinto Ye, who most call Maledios, now with a Frost Scythe from the Temple of the Three Winds in Greater Tir County. His niece, Chiara, is a martial artist in training.
However, he must take action now, as the fate of his sister, Lila, is at stake. Who knows what he must do...
Finally busted the writer's block!
~~Chapter 6~~
The icy-cold tentacles loosened around Lila, allowing her to rise to her feet after a few hours worth of the worst restrainment ever. Finally she's free...
"Excuse me," a Kuir-Moor said to her, "but we might need to chat a little." Okay, never mind what was said about freedom...
"Whatever you say. sir." Lila had to obey or suffer gueling consequences.
~~Scene change to Jacinto's apartment~~
Jacinto leaps out of his chair and dashes for the door. He opens it, and in front of him stood an average-sized, dark Unredeemed figure. "Greetings, did I disrupt anything?" the figure finally said.
"Not at all," Jacinto replied.
"Excellent. We need to talk a bit about your sister's sudden disappearence."
"Okay, fine. Come in, make yourself at home."
They situated themselves in the common room of the apartment, the one with a poster for a Jackie Chan movie among other things. The walls were painted a terra cotta color, and there was a tan sofa and two other chairs in the room.
After they both took their seats, the Dach-Len, the same one from earlier in the story, starts off. "Did she send any messages to you concerning her surrent situation?"
"I remember that she did. Thing is, I accidentally left the messenger on last night, and through what she was telling me, I guess she was relocated to some Penumbra temple."
The Dach-Len cocked his head. "I see... Seeing that you are too low to survive the harsh, cold Penumbral weather, I'll go tell the Prophet to see if there is any way possible of making sure she returns safely. Any questions before we begin?"
"Actually I have one: Who is going to take care of my niece, as her father is training for the air raids and doesn't feel like being disturbed?"
"We'll see about that."