Child of the Sea and Snow, Chef of the Jolly Roger, The Wave Rider. He is Silverfrost of the Waves and he is her shield.
Now then, Silver was actually inspired by Quicksilver of all people and his familial relationship with Magneto. Originally he just started out as being the cook for the Jolly Roger, protecting Hook from the people that kept trying to poison him through his food and drink, but then I saw a gif from Doctor Who. It was from the episode A Good Man Goes To War. Sadly I don't have the gif but I did find an image.
These two came from a previous episode and are father and son...my brain went berserk. His origin came out so fast that I was caught in my own tailspin. Okay, the first Silverfrost was Artz's friend, Erin Clarence Oswald...now what if Killian had gotten married prior to his brother's death? What if after becoming a pirate, his wife tracked him down across the seas and all to simply be with her husband? Say hello to Killian's wife. *points below*
Say hello to Clare Ravenwood Jones, maiden name being Clare Ravenwood Oswald. You're probably wondering why she is being used again in yet another story in the Star Chronicles...this was her original debut but due to the concept of what happens to one happens to them all, she does pop up irregularly throughout the timeline because The Star Chronicles overlaps with all of my previous stories and all of my future ones too...and encompasses all other fan fiction stories and even original stories, but that's an entirely different article altogether.
Now Clare has own her backstory that's ties in with the Star Child. Her mother, Eleanor, was one of the many children that Artz raised through her journey through time. Eleanor, more commonly referred to as Ellie or Nora, had lost her parents after the courier ship they were on was attacked by pirates. Ellie was one of the few people to survive because she had hidden herself amongst the dead and pretended to be dead herself...only to have her body thrown into the sea with the rest of the corpses and she was bogged down by the weight of the bodies sinking with her and her clothes and limbs getting wrapped up or tangled with the dead.
She thought for sure that she was going to die, but then the strangest thing occurred. Something below her pushed her and the corpses back up to the surface, most of the bodies rolling off of her in the proccess and making her cling to the closest thing she could grab onto...a sucker on a tentacle. The pirates were initially confused, not quite sure what had caused it but they immediately took note of the very alive yoing girl and firing at her with arrows and muskets, but the tentacle simply wrapped around her, protecting her. She watched in as several more tentacles rose up from beneath the water, surrounding both ships and latching onto them.
Pirates had started screaming the word Kraken. She knew what a kraken was but this couldn't be a kraken because they don't protect people, right? She let out a squeak of surprise when a figure suddenly appeared next to her, standing on the tentacle like they had done it a million times. They wore dark boots, odd looking blue pants, solid black shirt, and a smooth leathery jacket. She wasn't quite sure what to make of the oddly dressed man, especially when he started talking to one of the tentacles of the sea creature they were currently on.
Who was this strange man and what was he going to do to her? She squawked when the man suddenly picked her up, chuckling a bit as she tried to make the world stop spinning...why was it spinning because they were surrounded by water, almost like it was moving out of the way for them. When her eyes were no longer spinning, she realized that she was no longer in his arms and was now being embraced by the most mesmerizing woman she had ever seen. She immediately knew that she was now in the hands of a witch or some kind of demon. They bewitch the mind and ensare their prey, warping them until the break or die. She honestly believed she had been better off with the kraken.
Things just kept getting weirder from there. The woman never treated her harshly, though she was scolded a few times when she was being ill mannered or disappearing to parts unknown for an extended period of time. Ellie was just confused...this woman was a witch right? She had to be because no human could be so ethereal and hypnotic, but she felt so genuine and honest. Ellie had to be sure so she deliberately stayed out later, more like she ran away as far as she possibly could. She kept going, covering her tracks as best as possible, and then waited. She didn't have to wait long, a few hours at most, before the witch appeared and looking all around while calling her name in a frantic tone.
It was the way the witch was calling out to her that made her want to cry. She seemed so worried and desperate like she was searching for her own child. The girl continued to observe, watching the witch became more and more upset until she started crying. The man from before suddenly appeared from nowhere and the little girl had to cover her mouth to keep herself from squeaking in surprise. He was trying to get the red haired witch to return home, that he would continue the search, but the witch refused...quite adamantly, saying that she wasn't going to stop until she found her little girl. They descended into an argument which led straight to a single sentence that changed everything for the observing child.
'I'm her godmother, damn it, and you know damn well how much that means to me. I don't care how exhausted I am, I don't care that I haven't eaten or drank anything in days, I don't care if she looks at me like I'm some evil, viscious monster. You don't abandon family!'
Eleanor Lyra Oswald did not know what to think or how to feel. She thought that she had hidden her suspicion and fear pretty damn well, that there was no way for the witch to know her feelings, but the truth was that she did know and she came anyway. To learn that the mysterious crimson haired woman was, in fact, her godmother just broke her heart because this woman had been chosen to be her guardian by her parents and she had thought such terrible and cruel things about her. Why didn't they tell her? Her parents had never said a word about it and that's why she reacted the way she did. Even worse, her own godmother didn't know that she didn't know. Ellie hated herself, was pissed off at her parents, and she just wanted to go home.
The girl curled into herself as she started crying, silent at first but then came the dastardly sniffles that accompanied tears, prelude to a runny nose. She heard her twigs snap and bushes rustle, burying her head into her legs just as the bush concealing her was pushed away. She didn't resist the redhead when she picked her up and held her close, comforting her like a mother would and she broke. She full on bawled while clinging to her godmother. The child babbled away like a brook; saying she was sorry, that she didn't know that she was her godmother, and the rest of the emotions she had been burying since her parents deaths came out all at once...and she stayed with her through it all.
Ellie decided to remain with her godmother...the Star Child. She was shocked to say the least, having not expected yet another twist to her tale. Speaking of tales, her godmother told her stories of old and even stories that had yet to unfold. The little girl learned that her parents, grandparents, and several generations beyond them were loyal and devoted to her godmother. She had raised one of their ancestors centuries ago and it became a family tradition to always make the Star Child the godmother to at least one of their children...a duty and honor that the crimson haired woman took very seriously because she loved them, all of them., every single member of their family line.
She did question her godmother about her longevity and why people viewed her as a monster. That's when the redhead told a rather brief but clearly painful story...a dark legend, the legend of Atlantis. To say Ellie was shocked was the understatement of the century. She actually broke down crying and hugged her godmother, promising that when she got older and got married that she would name her daughter after the friend she lost. Sadly the little girl never got married, but she did end up having a child but only one.
Eleanor had gone to the market to find the missing items she needed for the birthday present she was making for her godmother. The now fully grown woman was in her late twenties yet still remained with her godmother. The Star Child was currently housing the alpha female of the Wolf Clan, a very pregnant one at that. Due to the amount of children...pups...that were about to be born, the current alpha male of the clan had requested her godmother's help because it wasn't normal for werewolves to have so many offspring at once and forcing the mother to remain in wolf form during the entire pregnancy just to make certain that the litter had enough room to fully grow.
The Star Child had to convert her entire living room into a nest like den, removing all the furniture and everything else so it wouldn't get broken. The alpha female was long overdue given that a typical werewolf pregnancy was seven to ten months, depending on how many pups were to be born and what species of werewolf. The alpha female would always apologize for being so intrusive and taking up so much time that could be used elsewhere. Her godmother always smacked the wolf on the nose with a rolled up paper and scold the pregnant wolf saying that bringing new life into the world was a far better use of her time than simply wandering about Sol like an idiot, getting into who knows how much trouble because of it.
It still didn't change the fact that her godmother's birthday was next month which didnt leave Ellie a lot of time to finish her gift. Plus it was very cold, practically deadset in the middle of winter. They had moved further north so that the alpha female wouldn't need to go very far in her condition and to lessen the stress for everyone. Those who lived in the valley were tolerant of their wolvian neighbors, but it was the travelers and merchants from the port town on the other side of the valley that were ever so skittish. Time and again, the Star Child had to act as mediator, diplomat, and peacekeeper just to prevent a civil war from breaking out.
So here she was, the goddaughter of the Star Child, roaming about the marketplace in barely above freezing temperatures to find what she needed to finish her project...and to get away from the alpha female figuratively tearing a new one into her lifemate. She wasn't even in labor yet, but the mood swings were insane; morose, guilt, joy, worry, anger, friendly, and everyone's favorite...lethal. How her godmother hadn't lost all sense of sanity was beyond her. She gasped in delight, having spotted a new merchant with a variety of wares not typically found in this area and she practically pounced on him. She really should have paid more attention to the details of the vendor that had initially jumped out at her instead of letting her curiosity getting the better of her.
When the Star Child felt the sudden disconnection, meaning that someone had moved beyond her sensing range, she stood up and was about to head out the door when the alpha female started howling in pain and not the normal variety either. The ginger turned around and used her power to try and ease the wolf's pain, only to discover that one of the unborn pups was dead, another three were dying, and a fourth felt extremely familiar to her. She called out to the First Sin, Mystic and to bring a containment unit. The Sorceress of Creation appeared with the requested item and actually growled, recognizing the familiar creature herself...the demonic parasite known as Balthazar.
They had no idea how this thing kept escaping the Realm and now he was killing all the wolf's pups and even the alpha female herself. Fortunately, her mate had arrived after feeling the change and came to investigate. While in his human form, he held her head, stroking her fur, his eyes never leaving hers...the picture of perfect love and devotion. For hours, Artz and Mystic fought to save the pups, keep the mother alive and capture Balthazar, but they couldn't do all three simultaneously, hell capturing Balthazar after he's absorbed so much life force was proving to be a challenge for Mystic and she was the second strongest member of the entire Blood Guard!
The Alphas came to a decision. They combined their life force and channeled it into the last remaining pup out of thirteen and ironically the youngest and the most underdeveloped. They pushed all of their essence, knowledge, and power into their pup...their son...the Star Child and the Sorceress of Creation refused to let their sacrifice be in vain and since their power was no longer divided amongst multiple tasks, it was more than enough to capture the demonic parasite and once again seal him away. Mystic would have killed the thing long ago, but she swore it was fucking immortal, nothing worked...it just kept reforming.
Artz ordered Mystic to return to the Realm and to send the Yagamis to her. The First Sin departed and within moments, the Third Mage, his younger brother and their distant cousin appeared. The Star Child told both Ren and Ayano what to do...they still needed to extract the remaining pup before he was killed by the lack of air and nutrients once provided by his mother. They started the prep work and Van was able to pinpoint the exact location so that they didn't waste time. Artz then asked the Magi of the Air to find Eleanor because she was no longer in her sensing range and she was needed there to ensure the pup's survival.
The Wind Mage nodded and ran out the door before using the wind to rocket into the sky. For a guy known for his insanely good sensory ability, he actually couldn't sense her and that shouldn't have been possible. Little Ellie had suggested creating a mark similar to the brand's for tracking purposes...like little kids who run off because they didn't know what the heck was going on. She had been the first to bear this mark and tested it many times with Van and the other sensory types just to make certain that everyone could at least sense it, but that mark wasn't anywhere within his sensing range and his range covered the entire planet.
The pathfinder had worked diligently, nearly running himself into the ground on multiple occasions, to not only refine his precision but also to expand his sensory range to encompass an entire planet. His reasoning was simple...he was her pathfinder. He wanted her to have someone that would always be able to find what she was looking for and to do so quickly. Oftentimes the speed in which something is located determines the severity of its condition. Plus he wanted to be able to find his girl no matter where she was on Sol side, but for some inexplicable reason, he couldn't sense Ellie at all.
He knew he spent a lot of time in the Realm, mainly to avoid destroying anything because he got pissed off at the idiots that was mankind, but Draconis was about seventeen percent larger than the Earth and his sensory ability could easily encompass that. He even got part of Aquarius on some days if he really pushed himself, so how was it possible for little Ellie to be completely off his radar? A thought hit him as he was about to head back to report. If he told Artz that he couldn't find her goddaughter, his girl would be forced to make a decision...the life of an innocent or the life of her goddaughter? The pup was still underdeveloped, meaning that it required a very specific set of skills to maintain his life until such time that all his internal organs, muscles, nerves, and bones were strong enough to support him without assistance.
As of now, Her Ladyship was the only one with all the skills required, meaning that no other personnel were required, but if he reported in that Eleanor had completely dropped off the map, a whole team of people would need to come to Sol, along with specialized equipment and set up a lab...all of which takes time. By the time Artz would be free to search for Ellie, the woman would probably be dead and by dead, he meant beyond his girl's ability to revive the recently deceased. Artz had discovered that her power to seemingly resurrect had one very important stipulation...the essence of life must still exist for a successful revival.
That was the catch for both her power and for herself. After a certain amount of time a person could not be revived because the lingering life force begins to fade and once its gone, there was nothing that could be done. They've tried to find some kind of loophole or alternative means, but all they had was bits and pieces from all across the world. It wasn't much to go on which was why he needed to find little Ellie within two days of the ending time frame, so he could have enough time to make it back to his girl so her power could anchor itself with the dwindling life force and bring her back. Better yet, find her before she stops breathing and just requires rest and/or healing.
Therein lies the problem, how the fuck was he suppose to find someone that wasn't even on the damn planet?! This was not something he could do alone, but he didn't know who could help him. None of the current Guard had any sensory abilities stronger or more fine tuned than his and no one could augment his powers either? What was he supposed to do? He yelped when he was pulled backwards and through some kind of portal...shit, now he was out of his girl's sensory range...fuck his life. A soft giggle reached his ears and he rose to his feet. Where the fuck was he?
This place just did not make sense. Stuff was upside down or sideways or just floating in the middle of nowhere. He couldn't tell if it was a city being broken apart or what's left of some ancient ruins. It didn't help that his instincts were screaming danger along with a very strong sense of deja vu, almost like he had been there before. He heard the giggle again right before an explosion occurred above him.
Van barely managed to dodge the majority of the debris but he didn't come out unscathed either; his clothes were ripped in a few places with blood soaking the surrounding fabric and he was bleeding near his right temple, flowing down his face and dripping onto the stone below.
'Oh my, you seem to have gotten hurt. I expected more from her Third Mage. If you can't handle a simple little thing like this than how are you to retrieve little Eleanor from such a terribly wicked place?'
The pathfinder's eyes snapped in the direction that the voice had originated from and he saw a girl. She couldn't be any older than her mid teens, sixteen max. She had soft pink hair, blue eyes and was dressed in clothes that Artz had called the gothic style. Still...it somehow suited her...didn't make her any less of a demented little pixie though.
Well he wanted help and the gothic menace seemed to know what was going on. He allowed his power to seal over his winds so he wouldn't bleed to death and gave the pink haired girl his full attention and inquired as to where he was, who she was, and more importantly, if she was willing to assist him in saving Eleanor. The gothic teen gave him a smug smile, her eyes holding such mischief but an ancient knowledge too.
'You are beyond the void, in a dimension where time has no meaning...you are in my world. As for who I am...*giggles*...I am known as many things, so many titles; however will I choose? *frowns slightly when he didn't react to her antics* Hmm...very well. I'll just list off some of my favorites; The Envoy of Chaos, The Mistress of the Void, The Empress of the Reverse Realm, The Goddess of Death and Rebirth, The Ruler of Valhalla, The Mirror of Dreams. If that is not to your liking then you may call me by the name she bestowed upon me...Lumina.
As for helping you find poor little Ellie, there's not much I can do. Even if I were to open a portal to her current location, you would be killed mere moments after your arrival. Little Ellie is in a place that holds great danger; creatures of might and magic, great demons of pleasure and pride, monsters that ensnare the mind, cloud the senses and all while eating your flesh and devouring your soul. Little Ellie was taken there for her purity, both of body and soul. Many have come before her and all have fallen. I'm curious to know just how long she'll last because no one is strong enough to reclaim her, even my little Starshine would have great difficulty reaching the girl in time.
Oh...you still insist on going, but what of your girl, the woman you have yet to tell what's truly in your heart? *giggles at his surprised expression* Within my realm, I have complete dominion which allows me to know what is inside you as easily as if you had spoken it yourself. You love the Star Child with your entire being, that's why you have trained so hard and so much, but to venture forth into this darkened land requires power...power that you do not possess, but I have a way to fix that and don't worry about the passage of time. You can spend an eternity here and then go back to the other side the very moment you left, not a single second having passed. Oh one more thing...nevermind you won't remember anyways. Have fun and try not to die.'
Artz: *holds up a clapboard* And Cut! *claps it together*
Van: Seriously? You're just gonna leave me hanging like that?
Artz: Essentially yes. I'm breaking it up a bit so I don't have these uber long...
Lumina: She doesn't know where little Ellie went nor does she know how you react after leaving my realm. Isn't that right, Miss Starshine?
Artz: Yep.
Van: What?!
Artz: Were you expecting me to deny it? Never mind don't answer that, but after I get a few more images for this article, I'll post it and then research some fucked up and demented lands...
Lumina: Or a warped version of modern day Sol?
Van: Stop giving her ideas, ya demented pixie! *more monsters appear* Shit. *runs off to fight again*
Artz: What could possibly match your description but not wreck the entire plot?
Lumina: *giggles* How about a land within a land with creatures that devour their masters when they die, random portals happen often and people are plucked from a tree like an apple?
Artz: I don't know. It doesn't seem warped enough to warrant Van getting the ultimate boot camp Void style.
Lumina: Hmm...the mirror verse is out too then and the Reverse Realm as well. The only thing left is a rather demented Wonderland...
Artz: The Makai.
Lumina: *laughs* Of course! Little Ellie's daughter passed on her dormant ice power to her son which is awakened later with his heritage as a Child of the Sea. *all excited* Oh I just can't wait until your next article! It's gonna be so much fun!
Artz: For you, but I still have one more hiccup to work out.
Lumina: The Void Beyond exists outside of linear time and therefore all that traverse it cannot retain the information. The price for saving Eleanor is poor little Van forgetting how he became so strong, unable to share this incredible secret with anyone else.
Artz: *sighs* I think you like tormenting characters as much as I do.
Wow! I amazed at this idea! Brilliant post! Well done! :)
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