@thedollxmaster has ascended
☬ ~ Like any usual day in Sanctum, it was bustling with daevas and humans in all main streets of the capital of Elysea. Each busy street was bathed in the sunshine of the nearest star To Atreia, flourishing its living creatures, plants and citizens alike; blooming under the glory of the sunlight.
In the back alleys, where shadows loom over, interfering the sun ray’s reach, two disciples of life are scavenging through the junk and abandoned stores, well hidden within Sanctum.
“ ....Now why are we even going through garbage and abandoned streets where a good-for-nothing daeva might even lurk around in? ” A daeva, in the form of a young boy with azure hues and shining white-silver hair exasperated an annoyed and tired sigh as he leaned against the marble walls of the buildings.
“ Huanghun, don’t you feel it? There is a strange sense of Aether accumulating into a single object? Like....As if an object is attempting to become a living with an actual soul... ” The other daeva, who looks almost like a spitting image of the other, was digging through the pile of rubble in the abandoned store. As he dug through the headless plushies, torn doll clothes, the other, Cingloon felt that this must have been a toy store once in the older days which somehow shut down for whatever reason.
As his hand dug deeper into the rubble, his hand felt something hard, but it also radiated a mysterious sensation into Cingloon’s hand.
“ Huanghun! There! I think I found the strange sensation! Come here! ” In an excited tone, though Huanghun was fairly near, Cingloon shouted as if his descendant was miles away from him.
“ Dude, just stop shouting so loud as if I am in some sort of tall building, ” Huanghun annoyingly walks over, climbs up the top of the rubble where Cingloon is, with his hand stuck below.
“ ...Now you say it, I can feel it too. Lets pull it out to see what is there, ” Huanghun’s annoyed expression faded off, being amused at what lies below the pile of broken toys.
Cingloon nodded, then slowly pulled out what seems to be a hand of a doll. As he used his other hand to move away the rubble to pull out whatever below is there, the object came to range of vision.
To the two daeva’s surprise, a doll’s hand was tightly grasped onto Cingloon’s hand, as if it was waiting to be pulled out from the rubble prison. Cingloon’s face became more determined, and carefully moved away the rubble further while gently trying to free the doll.
Finally, the doll came out; it was a doll taking on the appearance of a young girl. Presumably from the long time of being buried under the rubble, she had many dirty spots on her porcelain body. Both boys wondered how and why she got abandoned in such manner. Feeling sorry for her, they decided to take her home, to have her cleaned and dressed.
