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https://animebase.me/threads/the-battlements-245.768239/post-22038697
This post marks the start of my mission using the following elements:
-Discover your clans origins (4)
-In the darkest hour, overcome (5)
-Assassinate the enemy commander (5)
Strix had reached the next landmark, and as she touched down she passed out. The past day had been extremely taxing and she simply didnt have the energy to go on. As she slumbered, a vision of a past life from her clan appeared within her dreams. it looked like it was the story of what she had done in a past life to discover her powers. The story was of the first Moon Aspect, Diana, the story of how she got her powers and formed the clan. As Strix slept a voice spoke, a female voice, which presumably was Diana, the story of her life.
I did not belong on within Tobuseki. A group of Ninja hunters discovered me swaddled between frost-claimed parents—strangers to this land, who had traveled a long way. The hunters brought me to their temple, dedicated me, and raised me as a member of the Tribes of the Last Sun, known to many as the Rakkor.
Like all of the Rakkor faith, she underwent rigorous physical and religious training. However, unlike others, Diana was determined to understand why the Rakkor act the way they do, and the reasoning behind their beliefs. She spent her evenings digging through the libraries, devouring texts with only pale moonlight to read by. Paradoxically, this pursuit provided more questions than answers, and her teachers’ aphoristic replies did little to sate her inquisitive mind. When Diana began to notice tomes had whole chapters torn from them, and all references to the moon seemed missing, the teachers assigned harsh punishments, intending to exhaust her into devotion. Likewise, her fellow acolytes distanced themselves from her and her questioning.
There was one shining beacon in these years of confused, frustrated isolation: Leona. The most devout of my peers, we often found ourselves in impassioned debate. Though we never swayed the other in our long and frequent conversations, we developed a close friendship.
Then, one glorious night, Diana discovered a hidden alcove deep within the mountain. Moonlight spilled against its walls, revealing imagery of the sun, of soldiers armoured in gold alongside silver-clad warriors, and matching imagery of the moon, atop Tobuseki’s greatest peek. Delighted, Diana raced to share this clear message with Leona—the sun and moon were not enemies after all! Leona did not react with joy. She urged Diana to put this heresy from her mind entirely, warning of the punishments that may befall her if she were to voice such thoughts to others. Diana had never seen her serious friend quite
so grave.
Frustration gnawed at her. She had reached the end of the Rakkor’s knowledge, yet not even Leona would take this new discovery into account. What were the Rakkor hiding? Increasingly, Diana felt certain there was only one place she could go for answers: the top of Mount Targon. The climb tested her in every way imaginable, and time seemed to stand still as she scaled the peak. To survive, she focused her thoughts on her lone companion, and the answers that would make the Rakkor better, more whole.
The summit greeted her with the brightest, fullest moon she’d ever seen. After a rapturous moment, a pillar of moonlight slammed into her and she felt a presence taking hold of her, sharing glimpses of the past, and of another Rakkor faith called the Lunari. Diana realized this presence could only be one of the legendary Aspects… and she had been chosen as its host. When the light dissipated, her mind was again her own. Diana found herself clad in armor, holding a crescent blade, and her once dark hair now gleaming silver. She turned to find she was not alone—Leona stood at her side, similarly bedecked in shining, golden battleplate, a sunbreak-bright shield and sword in her hands.
Diana was overjoyed to share in this revelatory moment with her friend, but Leona thought only of returning to the Rakkor. Diana begged her not to, desperate that they face this new future
together. But Leona refused, and their disagreement quickly turned into a titanic battle, erupting with moonlight and sunfire.
Fearful of losing herself to the Aspect’s power, Diana ultimately fled down the mountain. But, vindicated in her search, she felt more certain than ever that she had been right to question the Rakkors teachings. It was time to confront them, and show the error of their ways. Pushing past their Ra’Horak guardians, Diana burst into the chambers of the high priests. They listened with mounting horror as she told of what she had learned of the Lunari… and then they denounced her as a heretic, a blasphemer, and a peddler of false gods. Rage filled Diana, amplified by the Aspect within, and she embraced it in a terrible burst of moonlight.
You are not fit to enter this templed, stained daughter of the Moon. Leave at once, and never come back to this place. In the name of the Rakkor, I exile you!
Diana couldn't believe it, how could they deny the truth she had brough them. In a rage fueled fury, her body moved on its own as if something else was controlling it. Perhaps it was the Moon Godess herself moving Diana but in a swift swing of her blade, Diana had decapitated the lead High Priest, and in a circular motion severed the heads of the other 3. Their heads hit the floor before Diana realised what she had done. The place that had taken her in and raised her, now desecrated
Startled, she fled the temple, leaving a trail of death in her wake.
I was confused, wondering if what I did was right. I had no intention of betraying the people that took me in as family, but in the end, I had to do what I felt was right. I have no regret for my actions and I would do it again given the situation. I am the Aspect of the Moon and I will not waiver from my path.
Strix woke in a cold sweat, having witnessed the first Moon Aspect, her ancestor and why she had such an affinity for the moon, even within her own clan. It made sense. Now, driven by half-remembered visions and glimpses of ancient knowledge, Strix clings to the only truths she knows for certain—that the Lunari and the Rakkor need not be foes, and Strix knew that she needed to reawaken the Moon Goddess and become the Aspect of the Moon once again.