The Mistakes of Our Ancestors

The year is 693. In a world wear humans and magical beings are separated, blood is everything. The Halflings, a race created by the mating of magical and non-magical blood, are unwanted. At least, they were until the magical military were wiped out by a mysterious villain. Bambrielle, Onyx, Lucas and Astrid are the four smartest Halflings in the world, and it is their job to find this monster. Can they even manage it? They will need to use their own unique skills to save the world as they know it, while their opponent uses his skills to destroy it. But who is really the villain? Everyone's morality is questionable now...

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2. Head Archangel Luppiter Fabula

Once all four of them were assembled in the entrance hall, Gabriel came to take them to the Head Archangel, more commonly known as H.A. Luppiter. Gabriel was dressed in his clothes as one of Luppiter’s right hand men. He looked like a prince in a child’s fairy-tale; tall, strong, and handsome, covered in pale blue and gold. The four guests only exchanged looks as it was disrespectful to talk idly in the castle. They all knew each other, though; they had gone to the same school after all. Bambrielle recalled the many years she spent at The Ceres Institute. Her first day there had been when she was four years of age, a lot later than most. She could remember that day well, even though it was fifteen years ago… The day she first saw the world… Gabriel opened the large, emerald door that led to the Luppiter’s meeting chamber. She had never been in the same room as the angel before; Halflings of any species rarely got invited to royal events, being lower class citizens. Ah, the pain of being born a Halfling, forced to forever pay for the mistakes of your ancestors. Humans, being the lowest citizens, were separated from all magical beings. They were simple creatures, with little brain and too much heart, and far too many of them yearned for the touch of magical blood. Those beings who succumbed to the desire the humans held were seen as sinners and exiled, but far too many children were the product of their sin. So what should be done about these half-bloods? Should they be held with the humans? Or should they be bumped up to magical status? Neither. They were taken to The Ceres Institute for Halflings as soon as was possible. All links between the Halflings and their families were cut, their names were changed, and once they were eighteen they were either sent to the magical half of the country or the human half, depending on the prominence of their powers and knowledge. No, as a Halfling Hunter, Bambrielle had never been to any social events including royalty, but she knew this was him from the live coverage she watched on the television. Head Archangel Luppiter was draped across his sea-green throne. His long blonde hair was straight and topped with an ornate, golden crown. Being an angel (and a pureblood no less) he was astonishingly beautiful for his age, his hazel eyes lit up like fireworks in the night sky. He dusted off his immaculately white robes and stretched his wings to either side of him like massive white sales on a ship. Gabriel went to stand with the other angels and higher ups of other breeds by Luppiter’s side. First to bow was Onyx, aged twenty. His dark blonde hair was slung into a loose ponytail and he closed his green eyes. He was a Halfling Wizard, so was dressed in the traditional, crimson robes of his bloodline. Next to him was Astrid, who was definitely the one with the most graceful bow. She was an eighteen year old Halfling Elf. Her white-blonde hair was in a complicated braid, revealing her pointed ears and pale skin with a smattering of freckles. Her eyes were pale blue, which matched her traditional elvish dress of leaf-green silk. Then Lucas, the Halfling Pixie, bowed to the Archangel. His green hair was still a mess and his black eyes were half open. The probability that the nineteen year old had gotten drunk with his friends the night before was high, given that pixies are known for their parties. His small, pale body was shrouded in a purple cloak, known as the traditional outfit of the pixie ancestry. Lastly, and certainly less gracefully than the others, Bambrielle bowed down, too. Wearing the armour and swords of the hunters, she lacked the sophistication of the others, but she showed the eagerness every born hunter had. “I am not going to waste any time so listen carefully.” Luppiter Rose to his feet and signalled for his guests to do the same. “The entire military has been killed. I have reason to believe that this was the work of a Halfling. I spoke to Headmaster Hibichi Kasaan and he said that you are four of the smartest graduates of the Ceres Institute he has ever taught and recommended you.” The Archangel stopped his pacing and turned to face them. “Your job will be to locate whoever is responsible. Once you do, send word to me and I will send my few remaining combatants to retrieve him. I urge you not to take his death into your own hands, I will handle his execution.” He looked at each of them in turn. His gaze left Bambrielle paralyzed. The others seemed completely okay with it, but it shook her up. His eyes were so… fierce. “Do you accept this important mission?” He asked, “I hope you do, you are the only ones suited for the job.” He added with a laugh. “Yes, sir.” They all agreed in unison. “Wonderful,” He smiled, “I have arranged for a residence to be used as your base and temporary home. Gabriel shall give you each the details tomorrow and you can start straight away. You are dismissed.”
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