The Champion: The Legend of the White Magnolia

(("I love good and pleasure, I hate evil and pain, I want to be happy and I am not mistaken in believing, that people, angels and even demons have those same inclinations."
- Nicolas Malebrance))


Demons and Angels have always fought each other, ever since the first sun rose up, they have sought to kill one another. In every single history book, they will be mentioned shedding the opposites blood. It is inevitable.

But also, in such history books, a single person is mentioned. A Hero. A Savior. A Champion.

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3. Chapter 1 - Livi

 

 

 

 

 

 

Livi

 

The city laid in ruins after many years of war.

It was raining and her blue and black school-uniform was soaking wet as it embraced her. The roof tops she ran across were treacherous and threatened to collapse underneath her quick footsteps; she even heard a few officers falling through the roof behind her as she made her escape. Her crime was defending the wrong people, and the police department had been called for rather quickly by her teacher.

She jumped onto another building, which quickly proved to be a mistake as she saw it was the end of a row of tall buildings.

Down below her was the everyday of Humans moving on as they were all trying to ignore the growing war that had yet to hit this city, although the wounds from last war hadn't healed properly, and they would eventually become scars.

The ground beneath her gave loud complaints, which made her slightly worried as she tried to avoid the various obstacles on the roof. The end of the roof top neared her as she so stupidly ran towards it without a plan, but what else could she do than to run? The police weren't going to arrest her for saying her opinions! She just had to take a chance; besides, the other building didn't seem too far away.

She quickly cast a glance behind her, and saw that the police had lost over half of their men, and they were starting to slow down as they too had noticed the lack of buildings. They didn't seem to believe that she would jump, and at the end they slowed down to a walking pace.

The closer she got to the edge, the worse the idea seemed, yet she only elevated her pace.

She saw it like this: What was worse? Death or torture? And she had convinced herself that death would be best.

All sounds got closed out by the beating of her heart and the adrenalin rushing in her veins. And as her feet set off at the edge of the building, everything seemed to go in slow motion.

She wasn't afraid of heights, but when she accidentally looked down at the busy street filled with cars and Humans, she felt it run cold through her entire body and it gave her goosebumps and kicked the adrenalin an extra notch up. She inhaled the hot summer air and looked straight ahead of herself, where she slowly realized that the building she had been aiming for was getting taller and taller as she neared it.

Gravity was pulling her down.

The building she had jumped for once held only windows the entire way around, but most of them had been shattered in its time of function, and was now an abandoned building. “The Broken Mirror” it was called, where its original name was just “The Mirror”. It had been claimed a holy place, a peaceful and forbidden place, as it was the oldest building in the entire city and it had been standing ever since the very first war. Humans, Angels and Demons had all begun to believe it was truly a holy place of supernatural powers, since it had managed to stand through such harsh treatment.

As it had been impossible from the beginning to reach the roof, she aimed for a window with less broken glass-shards, but for a moment, gravity seemed to pull even harder. She quickly covered her face and didn't give a single sound from her, as the glass cut her when she went through an almost untouched window. The feeling of falling rain had been replaced by her warm blood running down her pale skin.

Her body made a loud “bump” sound and the floor gave off cracking sounds as she landed on her side and began gliding across the floor, which forced the glass-shards deeper into her skin and made her bleed even more furiously, as it left red markings across the scorched floor.

When her body laid still in the abandoned building, she looked dead in the silence as she had been knocked unconscious from the pain.

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