Look Down.
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The sound of an explosion echoed throughout the night of the Cathedral City, and with it came the sound of cheering.
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Men and women, young and old, poorer than even thought possible, rallied at the destroyed gate, and the one who broke it.
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Dressed in midnight black, the raven-haired Renotni, Orez, looked forward, her eyes sorrowful.
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"Everyone," she called out gently, silencing the crowd. "Allow me to end the tyranny of my sisters."
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A cry resounding answered her, and Orez quickly made her way through the city.
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The day of revolution. The night that the tyrants will fall.
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"Let's go, everyone!" came a young boy's voice, and a flurry of children raced through the back alleys of the city.
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The guards quickly stood in front of her, probably from her dear sisters informing them via a certain someone's telekinesis, but were then put up in flames; quite literally, too.
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The white dragon, Michelangelo, flew down and crushed the guards, and then breathed fire on the rest, incinerating them. He looked towards his master, blue eyes glowing menacingly.
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"I trust I am not too late?" shaking her head, the green-eyed woman sighed.
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"Unfortunately not; the poor seem to have finally lost their patience."
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"That surprises me not. I suggest, then, you get a move on. The wind is starting to pick up."
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Michelangelo was correct: the wind was picking up, not to mention the fearsome rain and lightning flashing about; a gift from Ruof, Orez supposed.
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She quickly took off, Michelangelo flying into the sky to defend the peasants.
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Along the way, she spotted a strange sight: the guardsmen fighting children.
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"C'mon, lads!" the oldest lad called out. "We can overpower 'em!"
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Thinking fast on her feet, Orez launched herself forwards and, quicker than the guards slicing the children, sliced them all clean in half. An unfortunate end, but a necessary one.
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Turning back, she nodded to the awestruck boy. "Are you okay?"
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The boy nodded, and then his eyes lighted up. "You're The Angel...! You're going after your sisters, right?"
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"Yes, I am; they're mine to fight. Look after your fellow man, Mister...?"
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The boy grinned, pointing to himself. "Call me Douglas!" he then turned around, and cupped his hand around his mouth. "ALRIGHT, YOU HEARD HER! FALL BACK AND HELP THE WOUNDED!"
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The others let out a cry, and they made their way backwards. Douglas gave one last nod, smiling. "Good luck!"
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Nodding back, Orez carried on towards her destination: The Grand Cathedral.
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At the entrance to the Grand Cathedral, thunder roared once more, and the lightning flashed so brightly Orez had to shield her eyes. Upon removing them, did she see them:
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The Renotnis: Goddesses of Song.
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"Sister... it is a pleasure to meet you here again." Eno, the black-haired second-eldest Renotni, gazed down, emerald green eyes displaying only a hint of emotion in them, her five senses decreasing with every minute that passed in this wretched world.
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"Eno, please: we don't need to fight!"
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"...I fear it is far too late for that, Orez." Owt, the crest-fallen orange-haired sister, looked down with a pitying look, her hands behind her back as her strength was sapped every second. "You have made your choice. As have we."
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"...She is correct." shortly replied the ever-short-green-haired Eerht. Oddly, she didn't say much, what with her being the most hyper of the sisters.
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"Oh, you don't want to fight, Orez?!" Ruof, ever the combatant, challenged back, her red eyes alight in rage, small nails hidden within gauntlets. "You should've thought twice before coming here, then!"
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"Have peace, Ruof," Evif, bless her heart, looked down at her oldest sister in sadness, her... ah, chest, always shrinking. "I wished that we didn't need to fight. Violence will only beget more violence, I fear..."
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"Look around you, Eno!" Orez was already sick of her sister's unexpressive gaze. "This is tyranny, don't you realise that?!"
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"...'Tyranny'? You wound me with your harsh words, Orez. Tell me, then: why do you stand before us as an enemy, rather than at our side as an ally, like before?"
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"...That was when we killed the former rulers, when we tried to change the world. I know now that we did that far too fast." the Prime Renotni glanced up, green eyes still alight. "And now, we have new rulers, who are no better-nay, worse-than the last."
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"...Tch." looking down, Eno pointed at her older sister. "It's high time we settled this, Sister."
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As the other Renotnis jumped down, Orez unsheathed her sword. "Oh, more than high time, I'd say..."
