Mythica Book 1: Shadows In the Leaves

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Being a saga isn't all it’s cut out to be. I mean sure you are the most powerful creation to ever walk the Khantemis but damn! We have the shittiest weaknesses.
We are usually found in our tweens or early teens so we are emotional as fuck! And doing so much shit our lives could be one of those multimillion reality shows. Plus sometimes this whole Saga thing goes to our heads and you think you're the head bitch in charge but at the D.R.A.X project, they put you in your proper place.                                                                       
Then there's the obvious physical weakness. You cant go within 10 meters of the CaesiCore or you will be stripped of all your spiritual energy and chakra in addition to any supernatural ability you would possess plus you would be torn to slithers and spread so far apart you take aeons to regenerate if you could.
Well, no surprise seeing as the CaesiCore is one of the seven sources of pure Magi, energy that every supernatural being takes in order to live you know, like oxygen. Its like daily reishi or chakra.
Then the fact that every Saga on the Khantemis or the fancy term for the entire MagiUniverse is being hunted down by a tribe of Celestials.
Celestials were the oldest magi life forms on the Khantemis. 9 feet tall and bearing 17 feet long Cerulean glass infused steel swords; the Celestials bore these swords and exterminated every Saga on the Khantemis. Usually having electric yellow eyes and long snowy white hair, the Celestials also wore white clothes depending on the dimension timeline but always white. Nothing else. Something about being the only pure race and shit like that.
They hated our guts and it was no wonder why. Ever since the Clock Maker gave the Sagas the Scripts. Since the day the Sagas were given the 7 scripts of the Clock maker, the creator of the Khantemis, the Sagas had one foot in the grave.
The Scripts were languages but languages with hidden powers. The one who had the language could speak and activate the hidden power by word of mouth only, no physical strength needed.

i. Wyloc
ii. Oriac
iii. Caesae
iv. Cerula
v. Murae
vi. Xenox
vii. Yayari

Each Script had a different power and gave the person or Saga complete control of that unit of power. Known as the Clock makers tools, the Saga is granted a supreme ability by the Clock Maker Himself on condition that the Saga's motives were purely good.
This was where the entire mission; Exterminate the Sagas came about. The lost language, Yayari. Remember the little thing? I said it was the state of immortality that a Saga entered when he or she had mastered all elements, learned to cast all spells and so on. Truth is Yayari is the language given to the Saga once he or she had learnt all those things. Yayari's hidden power is the ability to create anything thought of through word of mouth.
The Celestials had been given this Script originally but had been stripped off it once they had been corrupted by evil intent. Obviously they got angry and tried to rebel against the Clock Maker but he ignored their complaints.             
Not very happy that the Clock maker had been ignoring them, they sought to find a way to get the Script back for themselves.
And soon they found how. By bleeding and draining a Saga of their blood, a crest is activated; the Celestial would then drink the blood of the Saga and take their Crest. Pretty gruesome stuff, really but it is this that allow the Celestial to get their Scripts with a small head count of about 130 thousand Sagas. 
The war between the Celestials and the Sagas went on for years until the Clock Maker rounded up the last twelve of the Celestials and locked them in Nirvana  one of the lost dimensions void of life for bout 12,953 years. Eh, but who's counting? Well, up to this point because there they stood in our school courtyard, 9 feet and all.

We had reached the school courtyard and there, in the inky blackness, twelve white shiny 9 foot people stood in white tunics.
One with a long white hair thin katana turned to the rest.
“Hey, Louise. Which one is the Saga? I can't see a bloody thing in the darkness,” he said, squinting.
“You really need to wash your mouth with soap,” Louise answered, “You are not going to see anything, Klaus as they are so small. We need to lower our height levels to well, theirs. ”
“Oh pooh,” Klaus said, sheathing his katana, “If it cant be avoided....”
“Don't be such babies about it!” a lady said, “After all, it was Louise who got us out of that damn prison. ”
“Not you too, Elise,” Klaus whined.
“Shut up all of you! We have to get that blood otherwise,” another lady snapped, “We are still greatly weakened by the Charybdis Collars the Clock Maker had us wear. ”
And in a flash of light, the twelve giants shrunk to a more human size and charged straight for my throats. Receiving a kick in the torso, I hacked blood unto the terracotta tiles.
Toshiro run to my side but flicked miles away by Klaus.
“Sorry dude but we aren't here for you,” he said, smiling sweetly.
And with that, he slashed his katana at me but I managed to jump on top the bell tower.
“Look boo,” Elise said, suddenly appearing behind me, “We mean no trouble. We just need you to come with us for a little while, okay?”
I tried to leap out but she grabbed my ankle and shook her head in disappointment.
“You should really reconsider your decision,” she tsked.
“I know who you are and what you want,” I stated.
“Oh really,” she replied rather hopeful, “That spared me a while of introductions so I will assume you know we are Celestials and we are after your Saga blood cause you have the Scripts of  the Clock Maker that we want back. ”
I nodded uneasily, keeping my focus on Elise's hazy figure.
“Well, let's get straight to the point,” she said, smiling so widely that her eyes were sealed shut, “Just hand over yourself and things will be so smooth from now on but if you are to resist, we might have to imply rather barbaric methods. ”
At this part, she stopped smiling and pulled from a scythe from her back.
“Fuck, where's Tosen?” I thought as sweat slid down my chin.
“Elise, you are quite the dramatic one,” a man in a white suit commented, walking over to me, “You didn't even tell her our names, always fascist; what did Mother say about pulling out your scythe without telling them who you are?”
Elise slouched and pouted her lips.
“She said she knew who we were and what we wanted,” she explained, “I thought it introduction enough!”
The man face slapped and dragged his hand over his face slowly in clear annoyance.
“I am so sorry for my sister's arrogance,” he apologised, Elise sticking her tongue out at this, “You are rather pretty, you know that?”
He was cupping my chin and lifting my face up in a bid to examine my face further. I flushed profusely as he was so FUCKING hot!!!! Squeeee!!!!! Why do all the hot guys have to be so fucking evil!!! Life's not fair to me!!! His golden eyes had caught the moonlight and were twinkling like little galaxies. His silver hair was held in a high ponytail, showing the twin sabres he was carrying on his back.

“What's your name, my love?” he said, wrapping his hand around my waist.
“Sh-sh-a-qu-ille,” I stuttered, clearly alarmed by the physical contact.
He leaned forward about to kiss me, making my heart skip eight beats at the same time.
“Oh shit! Oh Shit! Oh shit!” I thought as I tried to resist.
“Stop teasing the girl, you big playboy,” a smaller girl said with three high long silver ponytails and a yellow patch on her cheek, yanking me away from his grasp, “That's Jacques, quite the fuckboy. Always breaking hearts; might wanna stay away from him!”
I nodded my head, still shaken from what had just happened.
“I need to get out more,” I thought, still flustered by the looks I was receiving from Jacques, “How long has it been since I've been out?”
“Shaquille, that's a pretty name. No surprise though, you are quite the catch,” the girl said, grabbing me by my neck and lifting me off the ground, “My names Q and that boy in shorts over there is Gabriel. ”
“The lady with the kimono and umbrella is Flora,” she continued to say, turning me to see her.
She waved at me, smiling sweetly.
“Those quiet two over there are Chaos and Serenity,” she said, showing me two tall slender boys with half their heads shaved, brooding and sharpening throwing knives.
The one I assumed was Chaos had one eye golden and the other on pitch black; Serenity had one eye golden and the other bright blue. They wore white trench coats and white combat boots.

“The girl in the cherry tree is Angel, sweet as dango, ain’t she?” Q said, pointing at the top of the cherry tree in the centre of the courtyard, “The one sleeping against it is XIII, those two can be quite scary so don't make them angry.”
XIII heard and flew behind Q, pinning a needle at Q's jugular.
“Hey, it's not like I said anything false,” Q stated in a matter-of-fact way, “You are deathly scary when you're mad.”
“No need to tell her,” XIII replied, in a dark broody voice but she removed the needle and retreated to her spot.
“Phew, told you so!” Q whispered, giggling into my ear, “The last ones, Anne-Marie, she's the chic in leather pants with a leather jacket round her waist next to that goofy looking gargoyle. Don't she look too serious?”
She loosened her grip on my neck, I used this opportunity to launch my leg and kick her ribs. She dropped me to the ground and unsheathed the sword at her side. She hit it on the ground, opening a long silver chaining between the bandaged hilt and the blade. Launching the blade at me, she slit my left side but I managed to jump on to a window edge of the red brick dining hall.

My head spun from the loss of blood but I managed to sustain my grip; Q was relentless with her attacks, driving me from roof top to roof top till we were at the playing fields. My side continued to scream with pain as I dodged Q's blade, but without my caduceus, I couldn't block the whiplash that followed.
The whiplash hurled me against the Willoughby creepers which took no time to wrap themselves on the entire body and secure me in a fixed position.

"Hold still; this will only hurt," Q said, slowly walking towards me, dragging her chained scythe behind her, ".....hmm, a lot!"
With this, a wide psychotic smile that seemed to reach the corners of her eyes with every passing second, it didn't help that she had shifted her head to now hold a awkward slant.
Which didn't seem natural, in a fucking way.