The Order of the Birds

Hello everyone and welcome back to The Realm of the Blood Guard. Today's topic is about a special regiment within the Prism Guard but are separate from the Prismata. This doesn't make them any less important. In fact, many of the members are absolutely vital in future events. Now as to why it's referred to as The Order of the Birds...it has to do with a quote from the show in which they originated from.

'Love...please teach love to all the little birds.'

I swear this show is every guy's wet dream because the girls' clothes were constantly being shredded during battle...but it's still one of my all time faves and I'm a completely straight girl, Sekirei. Yep, the super powered Sekirei aka birds are in the Realm and have been for some time. I mentioned them in one of my earliest articles. *cringes* I still need to fix those.

In a different article altogether, several actually, I've either commented on them or interacted with them on some level, so I'm going to do a brief...hopefully...overview of some of the more prominent members, basically the ones that will show up the most often.

The Bird of Water, #09 Tsukimi.

And yes, I am aware that I'm spelling her name wrong but the other way looked way too weird. Oh and in the English dub, it's pronounced skew-mi. You'll be skewered alright because despite her having water powers, she has a very fiery personality. She's quite the pistol that one. I'm not entirely sure why it's always her that I default to. *shrugs*

Now in The Realm, she has a wider spectrum of emotion and a rather complex character arc...most of which is not even remotely thought of yet. The general synopsis is that when the Birds are scattered by some event I have yet to think of, Tsukimi gets into some major trouble. The single digit Sekirei have naughtier specs than the others, thus making them more appealing and desirable. It doesn't help that she has blonde hair, blue eyes, a large chest, and all the right curves in all the right places. She is the perfect example of a blonde bombshell.

So due to all these lovely attributes, she is constantly hunted, but with her water powers for protection, she can usually escape capture. However, the Sekirei of Water, although well educated, did not know much about the outside world and just how devious humans could be. She was befriended by a wandering scholar and they traveled together for several months. She decided to trust him, caring deeply for him as a dear friend, and opening up about her past. This was a mistake...one that would have repercussions for a very long time.

After listening to her tale and feigning great sympathy, he gave her a gift as a way to cheer her up. She trusted him implicitly and he had not given her any cause to doubt him in any way, so she innocently lifted her golden locks out of the way so he could put it on her. The moment it clicked into place, Tsukimi was overcome by acute exhaustion, her body falling to the ground and refusing to obey her mental commands to rise. She didn't even have the strength to demand answers from her supposed friend.

For almost four decades, she was enslaved to his will, his every fantasy and desire hers to fulfill. She didn't have a choice for the device known as the radahan, his so called gift, forced her to obey his every order and prevented her from calling on her powers as the Bird of Water. The things he did were unspeakable, he had gone mad from his lust for her, but what came next for Tsukimi wasn't much better but at least trust wasnt an issue this time. Her former owner expired after being bitten by a rather helpful snake, a black mamba, which was said to be one of the deadliest snakes in the world.

The Sekirei chose to flee deeper into the woods and to get as far away from civilization as possible. At least until she found a way to restore her powers because at that point in time, the magical device was set to its neutral mode, meaning that any man could command her. Until someone actually claimed her by mucosal contact, she was pretty much a target for every male in existence.

She managed to evade the humans but not the elves, most were decent enough. She actually thought the prince was quite honorable...cold as ice but no less honorable. His uncle and current ruler of their kin in this region was an entirely different story because he was the one that had sent the snake to kill her master, knowing that she would run straight into his territory to avoid the human settlements.

He didn't hesitate in claiming her but then ordered her to kill the prince but she didn't move. He ordered her to tell him why and the radahan wrenched the words out of her, telling him that the device had limitations; to answer her master's questions, to never hide her feelings during certain activities...to which he asked about. She locked her jaw, trying to fight against the blasted trinket but to no avail. Instead of telling him, she simply did it instead. She pushed him back against his throne and proceeded to have sex with him right then and there.

Tsukimi actually lost track of time during the centuries she had spent with the elves; the opinion of the general populace about her had shifted radically during that time. No longer was she greeted cordially and when acknowledged, it was usually with disdain or disgust. The elven king had sent out a quiet edict to all those in his domain, telling them that the blonde woman was his bed mistress and should any wish to sample her then they were allowed to do so but she was to remain unharmed and the sampling was to be conducted behind closed doors as to not be disturbed.

Not long after he had issued the edict, he used the power of the radahan to make her forcibly submit to him within the bed chamber. After his rather violent using of her, he told her of the edict and that she was to obey it. She was not to fight back or make a scene in public, and she was to inform each participant of the best locations to utilize on her body for a variety of reasons. He reveled in her hate filled gaze because it only made things worse for her and more pleasurable for him. He longed for the day where that incredible spirit would break, but little did he know that it would not occur during his reign.

Over time, the people became bored with her and she was officially labeled as the Royal Mistress. She was to be passed on to the next ruler due to her longevity, her youth and beauty never fading. The ruler died of supposed natural causes and the prince ascended to the throne. He had been informed by his uncle's advisors that she was his mistress and that it was her duty to appease his darker and carnal desires so that he could remain as a passionate and stalwart king. The advisors didn't have time to be shocked when he used a light whip forged from his magical lineage to sever their heads from their bodies.

The Bird of Water stared at the silver haired elf, his pale blue eyes colder than steel. She remain frozen as he moved towards her, coming to a stop in front of her. She waited for him to claim her as the scholar and former king had, but instead pulled out a small silver key and reached for her neck. She unfrozen and took a step back.

'Do not move again.'

He ordered, his voice like the wind in the dead of winter, and the radahan activated, making her comply. He reached towards her neck once again and inserted the key into the device. There was an almost inaudible click and she lost consciousness. When she came to, she was outdoors by a crystal clear lake that had a single pier extending into it. She rose to her feet and appraised her new attire. It was bold yet elegant, alluring yet sophisticated and could be summed up with one word, a single adjective...badass.

She jumped when a group of men walked out of the forest...no, not again! She couldn't do this anymore! She'd rather die than let any male ever touch her again! They moved towards her and she could already see the members becoming stiff, straining against their clothing. It made her angry, angrier than she has ever been. She was not an object to be owned, a tool to be used, a doll used to pleasure themselves with, and she most certainly wasn't human! She was a Sekirei, the Bird of Water! 

Without fully realizing what she was doing, she attacked them...with water. Her enemies went flying into the trees, all of them dying on impact. The force of her freshly emerged powers had been intensified over the years by the radahan, suppressed and folded back in on itself becoming more and more dense and that much more destructive. She fell to her hands and knees, weeping in joy an relief. She hadn't realized just how much her powers were a part of her until now.

She looked over at the men she killed, tears still pouring down her cheeks. Never again will she be fooled by those loathsome monkeys and she will tolerate the elves as a show gratitude to the newly appointed elven king that had released her from this terrible nightmare. She rose to her feet and walked out onto the pier, reaching its end she looked up at the night sky. She will never trust again.

And that's it for this segment. I'll save the rest for another article down the road. I had a feeling that I would end up focusing on Tsukimi, so I've already mapped it out into series.

Preacher: *leaning on his cross shaped weapon, The Punisher, and lighting a cigarette* Meaning that she hasn't thought out a damn thing for any of them.

Artz: *blushes from embarrassment* He's actually right about that, but I do have a reason. I've noticed that when I plan something out that I'm less likely to finish it or get hung up on transitions or even writing anything at all.

A man dressed a dark monk's outfit walks in, the rings on his staff jingling pleasantly.

Man: Ah, I see now. I was noticing the irregularities in the levels of quality for your combined works.

Preacher: What the hell are you doing here, womanizer? *eyes narrowing*

Man: My name is Miroku, not womanizer and I am nothing more than a wandering monk.

Artz: *raises an eyebrow* Get anywhere near my ass and I'll sick one of the Sekirei on you...maybe even...Mia.

Miroku: *face drains of color and starts sweating profusely* Now now, no needy to be hasty. Allow me to state my point and I shall leave forthwith. *clears throat* As I stated earlier, there are irregularities amongst your combined works. The stories in which you were simply writing whatever came to mind possess a much higher quality than those where you forced yourself to adhere to a set design or plot path. 

Thus the reason many of your stories have not been updated because you are caged by what is already there, but by allowing yourself to simply wander about, the flow is smooth and possesses a greater refinement. You have literally come up with entire origin stories on the spot, not even knowing what the article would cover at all. Prime examples are Mars, Venus, Van, Neptune, most of Starsea, Tokemi, Gemini, Preacher, Death Toll, and Vash to a certain extent. 

Artz: *punts him out of the article* Thank you, Captain Obvious. Not to mention that you completely ignored the Hollows and everything based around Eleanor and Clare Oswald.

Preacher: *picks up his weapon* Well that's my cue to leave. *gives her a lazy wave as he walks away*

Artz: *runs hands through her hair in exasperated manner* This is my life now...the butt of a terrible joke or the lamest pun in history. *sighs and wanders off mumbling to herself*

Aquarius - The Underwater Complex

Hello any and all! Welcome back to The Realm of the Blood Guard once more. Today's article covers one of the planets in the Alpha System and was the second planet to be created within The Realm. 

Aquarius, as the name suggests, is a water planet but with a solid core. This core is actually connected to the underwater complex which spans a great deal of the deeper ocean. The complex is anchored to the core but draws power from solar panels positioned in low orbit of the planet which channels energy directly into the very essence of the water, essentially creating a self-sustaining loop.

The complex is not the only thing of note on this planet. A great many creatures of aquatic nature are kept there, most swim freely but others must be contained within specific areas. Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever and sometimes some of them get loose and cause a bit of chaos but with all the water elementals around, along with anyone that can breathe underwater and have powers that work under deep pressure, they are eventually wrangled back to their original stomping grounds.

Now then, you're probably wondering why I'm doing an article on the second planet, Aquarius, as opposed to the first planet, Draconis. This actually has to do with Starsea for the next chapter of their origin story occurs in the underwater complex, but I won't be covering that just yet.

The architecture of the underwater complex was inspired by the Gungan's underwater city on the planet of Naboo from the movie, Star Wars: The Phantom Menace. Hey, don't knock it! That city was fucking badass as hell and works perfectly for The Realm! Why? The bubble technology used to hold the water back and the openess of the interiors. Not to mention that it allowed free access for the people to just float within. The only difference is that it actually removes all water that was not originally a part of them...basically they're dry instead of sopping wet.

Now some areas are more solid than others, mainly in part that many of the Guard live on Aquarius and is surprisingly the main hub for mass communication. You want to know something, go to Aquarius, because that place is gossip central. One of the reasons why it's so popular is because it is unlike anything anyone has ever seen.

Though to be perfectly honest, it's like a mall, an interstellar market, restaurants and entertainment of all sorts. It also serves as one of the main transit nodes, meaning that it connects to the other two galaxies within the Realm, along with all the systems within the first galaxy. I haven't named the galaxies yet but for now I'll end it here. You'll get a more in depth look when Silver takes Poseidon and Hook to The Realm. *sweat drops* That's when thing get a bit crazy.

Poseidon: Is that exactly a bit?

Artz: Ish.

Hook: What are you up to, wench?

Artz: Nothing in particular at the moment and that's kinda the point.

Light: Meaning?

King: Meaning that she has temporarily lost the passion that drives her and she's trying to find the wind up key.

Artz: I am not a doll nor am I jack-in-the-box but unfortunately is remarkably accurate. I just don't seem to have the oomph. I mean the knowledge is there, the imagination too, but every time I try to type up anything lately, it just seems so tedious.

Preacher: *walks in, hands in pockets with a lot cigarette in his mouth* That isn't what's really bothering you. Might as well get it out now.

Artz: *closes her eyes as she lets out a sigh of resignation* What's the point in doing all this if no one ever reads it? Sure, Ren and Hope and every once in a while, Anna, read but that's it.

I created The Realm for two very specific reasons; one is selfish and one is selfless. The first reason is what started it all; to act as a coping mechanism. My job has me spending a great deal of time on my own so I created Poseidon to keep me company but then Hook just popped then Light and Shadow and suddenly my head was so full.

I had a difficult time trying to hold onto it all because at the time, I simply viewed it as a story. It wasn't until I described what Jiggery Pokery is that it finally clicked. This wasn't just a single linear path but multiple paths crossing each other, weaving a pattern all its own. That's when The Realm of the Blood Guard truly came into being. It's an entirely different universe filled with countless people and their stories.

Instead of trying to map out everything like any normal writer would do, I decided to simply be there. To roam around The Realm, talk to all the people, make wonderful memories while breaking the fourth wall constantly *high dives Deadpool*, and then Anna and I reconnected after 2 years of silence. 

I realized then that I wanted people to see this amazing place within my mind, to be inspired to make their own realms, and not be afraid to branch out and try new things...so long as they have a legitimate reason for an established character deviating from their original portrayal. Otherwise every fan from here to Pluto would be flaming you to the point of being char broiled.

Poseidon: To be fair, love, you'd get a greater readership if you actually used socially media like Facebook, Twitter, etc. Not to mention learning the basics for coding.

Artz: *cloud of despair over her head*

Light: *blasts Poseidon away with an arc jump* Good grief. After all these years, he still hasn't changed.

Hook: The brat isn't known for subtlety nor does he know the definition of tact, but he has made valid points; however, my wench doesn't need to worry about that.

Artz: *looks up, her eyes curious*

King: For once we agree on something, Captain.

Light: I'm confused.

Artz: You ain't the only one, Light.

King: *smirks* I believe you said something along the lines of why keep doing this if no one is going to read it...well words to that effect anyways.

Artz: Yeah...

Hook: Ren...Hope...Anna...but most importantly...

Hook/King: You.

Light: *Light bulb goes off* Oh! Of course!

Artz: Wait, what? I'm still confused!

Preacher: You read your own blog and through it become inspired or driven or to simply claw your way out of emotional pitfall. In doing so, it allows you to connect with others when no one else will. 

You, most of all, know just how cruel life can be, how it can practically choke the life out of someone. You know how evil humans can be, how world suppresses those that do not adhere to the fabric of their self imposed reality.

The long and short of it, kid, is that you still have hope, even after all the shit the world has thrown at you. You haven't changed and you never will because you don't give up. No matter hard things got, you pulled through and stayed strong. The world pushed you down, isolated you, but that only made you that much more unique. Anyone else would have become jaded but not you...your loneliness made you kind, impossibly so.

They have unleashed a power far greater than anything they could ever hope to combat. Seriously, how do you fight kindness, especially when it's coming from a girl that befriends a guy a two in the morning who is drunk, high, has a twisted ankle, is carrying a crowbar and is about to break into someone's house to steal stuff to sell so he can give the money to his mother that was in the hospital with cancer?

Artz: He is not lying. That actually did happen. I convinced him not to do; that his mother doesn't money, she wants her son. I got a letter from him about a week later thanking me and that his mom sent her thanks too. About year after that, I got another letter but this time from his mother, telling me that she had been cured of cancer and she thanked me for it.

Weird, right? Well according to her, ever since her son came back to her, he was different. That the single encounter with me had altered him on some deep and profound level and that he got his life together and fast. He said that he wanted to make her proud but she knew the truth...he didn't want to betray the faith of a single person that chose to believe in him, to show him that there are always alternatives, but to also be true to one's heart. By the end of that letter, I was bawling because she said it was my kindness that saved him, saved them both.

Okay...I think I get it now. Even if no one else reads my blog, I do and it will push me to help others both literary and in life. This article was meant to be about Aquarius but I'll leave the title as is. Besides you should be used to me suddenly wandering off in a completely different direction. After all...follow the muse.

The Contractor, Kyubey

Hello everyone and welcome back to the insanity that is The Blood Guard. Today's article, we will be covering part of the origin story for why Artz had suffered so much and go through things that no one ever should have gone through. It all started with a simple contract with the wrong person before understanding the dynamics of how that world effected every other reality in existence.

 

The creature more commonly known as a Contractor comes from another dimension and supposedly have no emotions of their own which is why they do not understand why the sacrifice of a single life to save billions was considered taboo or immoral.

According to Puella Magica Madoka, these so called contractors are part of a race known as The Incubators and it was their mission to collect massive amounts of energy to utilize in the construction of new planets and various interstellar phenomena as the universe continues to expand. Their supposed end goal was to prevent the eventual demise of said universe but much is still unknown about the Incubators so it's difficult to draw any definitive answers on that front.

This cute little guy is the main subject for this article and his name is Kyubey. In Puella Magica Madoka, Kyubey would seek out young girls, mainly eight to fourteen max, and offer them a wish, anything within his power to give...which was quite a lot apparently...but in return, they had to have magical powers bestowed upon them to destroy powerful evil creatures called witches.

What he neglects to mention, which is also a fair bit, the gem produced by the sealing of the contract was, in fact their soul and should they be separated from it, either by distance or time, the body from whence it came from would die with no chance of revival.

Then there is the soul gem itself. He deliberately leaves out the part of what would happen if a soul gem would become so tainted that it becomes a grief seed. Now the soul gems can be purified but the item required for it is extremely difficult to procur and it comes from the witches themselves upon defeat...if at all.

There is also one very big piece of information that is conveniently omitted or simply not volunteered at all. These so called magical girls that fight the evil beings known as witches are, in fact, are their predecessors, the previous magical girls that had become before them ...including themselves. When a soul gem has become completely blackened by despair, it will force the grief stricken magical girl to transform into that which she fought so hard to defeat...a witch.

When this truth became known in the series, everything goes sideways big time which cause the other magical girls to essentially lose their shit over it, leaving only Homura as the last one standing, having prevented Madoka from becoming a magical girl the entire time.

Madoka, having witnessed everything and learned so much, finally made a contract with Kyubey and in doing so, she gained the power to prevent all witches from ever coming into being. Instead of such a terrible fate, she gave them peace in the form of disappearing, their souls freed from the gems and their converted bodies fading from the world.

There was, however, a slight hiccup and that was the magical girl with the power to traverse back in time to before Madoka made a contract with Kyubey. She had done this many times before because she kept losing the girl she loved more than her own life and it was because of her that Madoka's potential was so strong, allowing her to become a goddess in the first place. Homura thought for certain that nothing could overturn her love's wish until the other incubators decided to see how much energy could be provided by the creation and subsequent defeat of a witch.

Again, there was a hiccup... this time in the form of Madoka that fought valiantly, breaking through the barriers keeping her from her friend. Upon reaching her, the tides were turned once more and Homura refused to simply disappear so she ripped a shard of Madoka's soul from her and fused it with her soul gem, becoming a dark goddess but it allowed them to relive their first timeline together but without the a certain furball getting in the way.

Now I don't know much more about the series after this, simply that Kyubey appeared to be leaving because humans were too contradictory and that they didn't make sense. Which is why I went and researched a bit. I discovered a small paragraph of how the lovely dark goddess, Homura, cursed the incubators to feel all the pain, sorrow, grief, and despair of all the magical girls...especially Kyubey. So in typical Artz fashion, I decided to give it a whirl Artz style...and yes, that is a thing.

After the events of the show, the Star Child was being drawn to specific verse like someone was calling to her so she allowed herself to be transported...which didn't make her Guard happy...and she found herself in a normal looking city, Japanese going by architecture and signs. She wondered what had so desperately called her to such an ordinary place.

'Help...please...I do not...under...stand...too much...I can't...make it...stop...please...'

Artz was shocked because not only had the voice bypassed her psychic defenses, but she also recognized the voice. It was impossible...why would he be there? She looked all around, becoming more and more frustrated as search bore no fruit.

'Kyubey, where are you?'

'You can...hear me?'

He was definitely in a lot of pain but of the physical variety but emotionally, he was like a Catergory 10 hurricane.

'Of course I can hear you, you stupid cat/rat. Now tell me where you are.'

'No. I will not allow another human to hurt me.'

'I don't want to hurt you, Kyubey. I want to help you. Oh and for the record, I may have been human once but I'm 100% celestial avatar now. *pause* Look, this is gonna go down one of two ways; either you come to me of your own accord or I'll use my power to drag your ass over to me then try and figure out what the hell is going on inside you because it feels like a war zone on fucking steroids.'

The Contractor somewhat relented. He did not appear but he did explain the recent events in his past and that he was now being punished for his deeds. Imagine his surprise when Artz suddenly picked him up from behind and held him close. What confused him was the fact that ahe ahe was crying...for him, she was crying because he was hurting. He was then further perplexed when she offered to take the curse from him and carry it herself.

He was an incubator so naturally he agreed to this contract of sorts, but instead of her becoming a magical girl, his eyes bulged as his body trembled ... emotion. He was feeling emotions, his own personal emotions, and he felt his eyes get hot and his cheeks get wet. What was happening to him? He caught a glimpse of himself in thw reflective surface of a window and he realized what are the weird sensations meant.

He was crying.

No incubator has ever shown tears, revealed emotion, or show anything remotely close to sentiment. They didn't care, they just did their jobs, using whatever methods were most efficient...and now he knew why. The ability to feel had been stolen from them, by what means he did not know, but he did know that his kind were only supposed to make contracts when absolutely necessary and only as a last result.

This was not good. He had made so many contracts across so many lands, realms, and realities...he was a monster. He got bonked on the head rather hard and he looked up at the source to see his savior glaring at him.

'What I'm about to say, I have told to countless others whose deeds make yours pale in comparison. Monsters do not shed tears but you do, so you see, you're not a monster at all. You were just a little lost is all.'

Why? This was the question bouncing around his head because this woman made absolutely no sense. He didn't get much more time to think about her words because they were suddenly dodging an attack...from the Dark Goddess.

'Those that make contracts with these vermin feel nothing but pain...'

'I'm gonna stop you right there because I've experienced things far worse than simply living the same set of events over and over again. *she tries to speak* I...am...talking! You will listen to what I have to say because I've walked through history; age after age, eon after eon, countless millennia, trillions upon trillions of years. 

I have seen the rise and fall of kingdoms, empires and countries. I created a massive city with my own two hands, filled it with people and then it fell. Why because of time. My curse, little girl, is that I make friends, watch them get married, have kids and grandkids, only for them to die from old age while I remain untouched by time...young and beautiful and powerful but I would give it all up for a mortal life with the man I love, surrounded by the few friends that just refuse to die just so that I wouldn't lose them too.

You ripped out a part of her soul without her consent, becoming a cosplaying demonic deity of a wannabe, but where you stole, I gave. I gave a piece of my soul to the ultimate evil that had destroyed my city and all the people in it and from that fusion came a being far more powerful and benign than anything else in creation. Let me show you what true love and devotion looks like.

Come to me, Crow of the Deathly Hollows.'

'Ah, so my assumption was indeed correct. I had feeling that we would be crossing paths with you soon, Sir Kyubey.'

The demonic butler took the contractor into his arms and cradled him gently. Kyubey didn't understand, none of this was making sense. He could feel the darkness and evil from which the butler's body was made of but he sensed no evil from his actual soul. In fact, the one known as a Crow held within a soul of such incredible purity. He was so entranced with it that he barely noticed the Hollow stroking his fur in gentle yet soothing manner...so warm.

While the little Contractor was thoroughly enthralled by the Second Hollow, Artz jumped onto the roof of the building opposite of Homura. The Star Child knew that there would not be a peaceful solution to this conundrum because with taking on the link from Kyubey, she realized just who exactly she was dealing with.

There are an infinite number of parallel realities and in each reality, Artz and Anna exist in some shape, form or fashion, along with quite a few others...mainly the Prism Guard. How does this apply to her current situation? The so called demonic goddess was...Anna...and Homura held an unending and unyielding love for Madoka...Artz.

She couldn't set this world straight herself but she could take Kyubey away from this reality and into the Realm. She had felt it when his own emotions began to erupt from within, having been suppressed for generations. He needed time to recover, how to cope with sudden surges, the intensity of it all, how to control his powers so that his emotions couldnt trigger them, and create a mask to prevent others from sensing his true self...lethal intent and demonic cloak were two phrases that popped into her head.

She smirked inwardly, a fusion of the Copy Ninja of the Leaf and the Demon of the Mist...she felt like cackling like a mad woman but held it in. Work first then diabolical scheming later. Well she's said it frequently enough that people should have gotten it by now...expect the unexpected especially when she's involved.

And on that bombshell of a line, I will leave it there. I haven't really done much into Kyubey's involvement with the Guard. He just sorta pops up whenever he pleases just to give you a jump scare. *snickers* I know that there are some die hard Pokemon fans out there and hey, I played up to just before Sun and Moon and that's only because I didn't have the money...still don't but I absolutely hate what they have done to poor Sylveon. It had so much potential and could have been the new face of the fairy type. *wails in sorrow*

The Hall of Music

Hello everyone and welcome back to the insanity that is The Realm. I apologize to all those still waiting for the next installment of Starsea, but I hit a bit of a snag but it's almost untangled.

So until I can sort out that conundrum, I will be posting various articles from a range of subjects. As the title suggests, this post is dedicated solely to the verified theme tunes that are connected to The Realm of the Blood Guard. Unfortunately, only a few have been fully verified at this point in time, but this will change and other verified theme tunes will be added to this post with time stamped updates. Now without further ado...let the musical mayhem begin.

Name: The Blood Guard

Song: Hair Up

Origin: Disney's Trolls

Name: Poseidon Jones

Song: Black Heart (Pirate's Love Song)

Origin: YouTube Music

Name: James Hook

Song: The Davy Jones Theme w/ lyrics

Origin: YouTube Music

Name: Light Zimmerman

Song: I Think it's Called Clara

Origin: Doctor Who - The 12th Doctor

Name: Durga Zimmerman

Song: Ain't No Rest For The Wicked

Origin: The Borderlands

These have all been solidified, verified and are unlikely to change. Now for the reason behind these theme tunes. *raises an eyebrow* What? Well of course there is a reason for them...besides making everyone (Artz) into screaming fans. 

Each song represents the character obviously. In Stardust, Anna explains how The Davy Jones Theme is truly befitting of the Fourth Captain. I would copy and paste it here but that gives you less of an incentive to go read my fan fiction stories...Lady Artimes Blaine is my pen name should you wish to peruse my other works as well.

Hook: Stop advertising your fan fiction, wench, and get back to the article.

Artz: Is that an order, Captain?

Hook: Ye...*is blasted into a wall by a massive sound wave* No, that would be a no. Bloody hell, William, take it easy on your poor old godfather, would ya.

Durga: *deadpan expression on his face* I will when you stop bossing Artz around all the time and as for being old or being my godfather are irrelevant because Artz always comes first.

Hook: *smirks, a wicked humor in his eyes* That she does.

Artz: *doesn't even respond and just walks away while the two idiots keep squabbling like children*

*clears throat*

Right, where was I? Ah yes, explaining the theme tunes. For Hook, go read Stardust at fanfiction.net. Now onwards to the next to the next theme tune...Poseidon. I was first introduced to this via the Pirate's Love Song then found out the actual title which was Black Heart. You would assume, if by going by the title alone, that it should apply to Hook rather than Poseidon.

The major difference between the two is essentially the temperature of their personality and how that persona is expressed. Hook is explosive and doesn't hide his feelings if he can avoid it, thus falling into the hotter end of the emotional spectrum. His passion is like a storm and his love for his wench is unending. Even if death claims them, their love will never die.

Then there is Poseidon, a man viewed as the nicer of the two souls in one body. These people who see them this way don't know him at all. His time as Killian was filled with sorrow, loss, uncertainty, and terrible pain. He had fallen in love with Artz as a child whom he accidentally murdered with his powers, his soul on the verge of shattering. By forgetting all of that, even her, he was able to go about his life though it was a bit lonely for it was just him and his brother, both parents dead and left to fend for themselves.

Poseidon: You're doing an exposition dump, love, and spoiling quite a bit. *drop kicked out of the article*

Moving right along, the Jones brothers join the Navy and Killian meets an impossible girl, his beloved Clare. The two fall in love, get married then he's shipped off with his brother on a mission to a mystical realm called Neverland. His life is torn apart when his brother is killed by his faith in their corrupt king and he becomes a pirate.

Little did he know that his beloved Clare was a rather well known pirate and when they cross paths, it becomes a whirlwind of adventures and treasures...only to receive the greatest treasure of them all, a child...his son, Erin, but it cost him the life of his wife, the mother of first born child. After a time, he returned to pirating, fell in love again, proposed to her whilst revealing the coordinates to Port Rhianna, the safe haven for his son and the families of his crew.

Once again he lost it all, the port had been set ablaze, his son was murdered, his best friend and his son's governess had been beaten, raped and forced to watch as they killed her charge. Then came the revelation of the traitorous bitch that had betrayed him and was, in fact, married to The Butcher of the Royal Navy. He cut off his head, tried to kill her but couldn't. She did eventually pass after having been a prisoner on his ship for almost a year. 

He burned her corpse and returned to the Jolly Roger but he stepped aboard his vessel, the final piece of Killian Jones was swallowed up into the darkness that was James Hook. One day that fragment would be returned to him, granting him the chance to become the God of the Sea, Poseidon, but since that's the roadblock I'm currently at, I'll jump back to why Black Heart suits him so well.

Hook: Finally.

Poseidon: Took her long enou...*starts pulling his counterpart away* We might want to run away right now. 

*Hook looks up with an oh shit we're fucked look and the pair run away*

Artz: Hmmm...I wonder what made them run away this time.

Voice: *high pitch voice* Contract?

Artz: Yep that would do it. Hey Kyubey.

Kyubey: Hello again, Starry Night.

Artz: *giggles* Yeah, Anna sent me a mug with Vincent van Gogh's Starry Night with the Tardis flying amongst the stars. I almost started crying at how wonderful a gift it was and I am so happy to have a friend like her...a true friend.

Kyubey: *ears perk up slightly only to flop with a heavy sigh* It would seem the fiery one is summoning me again. *jumps off her shoulder before he lands on the floor he vanishes*

*sighs*

Yes, I know. I have a terrible habit of getting sidetracked by oddest of things...*leans back in her chair to try and see what was going but then shakes her violently and sits back up*...that's life in The Realm for you. Never a dull moment.

*Grey comes flying through a wall courtesy of the Saiyan Prince, Vegeta*

Artz: *frowns* Since when were you added to the Realm?

Trunks: *rubbing his neck sheepishly as his father drags him into frame* We've kind of been here from the start, but with so many new worlds, solar systems, and countless life forms, we kinda got swept up into it.

Vegeta: Hmph, he was too busy flirting with some random woman and forgot to file the damn paperwork for the gating network on time.

Trunks: I said I was sorry, Dad, but that didn't stop you from doing the deed with that cat girl.

Vegeta: *smirks* I always get what I want...unlike you. *his son's hanging in shame with a dark cloud overhead* You've been rejected by every woman you have ever flirted...*cut off by a new person*

Girl: You shouldn't be so mean to your son and I'm not about to say no to him because he smells so delicious!

Artz: And Rosario+Vampire has invaded. *raises hands to cover her face but still peeks through fingers to watch*

Well I guess that's it for now because my brain has spiraled in a completely different direction. I think this will be turned into its own series as well so you don't have to do a ton of scrolling to get to the updates. Catch on the flip side, dearies! *poof*

Discussion # 1 - Reflection and Direction

Hello everyone and welcome back to the home of the Blood Guard, The Realm. The title of this article has undoubtedly made you wonder what I'm about to talk about. Please keep in mind that anything I say or comment on is either an opinion or strictly hypothetical and in no ways absolute fact or undeniable truth. Thus the reason why the article is referred to as a discussion with the secondary title including the word reflection.

Warning: Religious content is in this article and is at the core of this discussion. There is no need to participate if you do not wish to!

Firstly, I would like to establish that I am indeed a reborn Christian. I believe in the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus Christ and acknowledge that he did walk among us and he willingly chose to die for our sorry asses because he thought we were worth it...so yeah, Jesus is definitely the savior and if you want to go to heaven, then he's your man...but it does not mean that I don't believe in other things or question what is within the pages of the Bible.

For starters, I'm a Christian that believes in reincarnation. Why...*points down*

Artz: *sighs in contentment* I can finally relax. Way too much angst and drama in my life, but hey, I finished everything God wanted me to. I deserve a vaca....

(Chuck for the Supernatural fans)

Chuck: Uh Artz, I need to talk to you.

Artz: Time is relative and isn't heaven timeless? *rolls over on her comfy sofa chair*

Chuck: *sighs* Must you be so difficult? Look, there is a bit of a crisis going on and I need someone with a certain skill set to settle things.

Artz: *sits up and stares at him* Dude, I've been here for like less than ten minutes and you are sending me to earth as some holy messenger or something?! What the frick, man?!

Chuck: *chuckles nervously before giving her a sheepish smile* Or something...

Artz: *a look of horror on her face* No! Don't you dare! *tries to run away*

Chuck: *snaps his fingers and she disappears, she then storms through the pearly gates and very much not amused either*

*coughs* Sorry about that, but Anna and I have a lot of fun with Supernatural's version of God. The point is that I believe that he sometimes has to send souls back to earth to be reborn to complete whatever task that required a certain set of skills. *ignores the Taken reference and moves on*

Oddly enough, the second thing revolves around the concept of perfection. Every person is different so everyone has a different view of what perfection should be, so how can God be completely perfect if we all view him differently? This concept of perfection, in my personal opinion, is simply an unattainable goal because humanity seeks happiness, therefore they seek perfect happiness. 

Ironically this pushes towards the fact that there are countless religions in the world...again perfection...the existence of a higher power. God, Allah, etcetera...could all be variations of the same entity that created us and everything around us. Why because we are all different. Our race is singular...humanity but there are so many different points of view that usually prevents any kind of cohesion except in a crisis. *shakes in disappointment*

We band together to defend our own then go back to squabbling like toddlers when it's over...bipolar much? Now then, we have established that I'm crazy *dramatic bow* and I have some pretty crazy ideas on general concepts for both religion and humanity. Time to move on to more specific topics that, quite frankly, I'm a little disturbed by and could use some people to debate this with.

Bias...plain and simple, right? Nope. While reading the Bible, the Old Testament reveals that a God fearing and devout man could and did have multiple wives. Get a bit further on down the road and whilst roaming around the New Testament, a God fearing and devout man could only have one wife.

This simple deviation brought up a lot of questions for me which led to more questions which resulted in The Star Chronicles. It was while Anna and I were bouncing back and forth with scenes for her story that I realized why it had struck me as being a contradiction of itself. It was the time period in which the Bible was being written. In the Old, it was multiple and in the New, it was singular.

When you factor in the societal norms of the time periods they were written, everything goes sideways because although the Bible is the word of God, it was written and put together by mortal hands. Historians have verified that several books of the Bible were removed over the course of history...possibly to better fit the changing times and be a more structured yet controllable society.

Now again, this is just my opinion on what I have read in the Bible and yes, I've read several different versions of the Bible. My grandmother has quite the collection of bibles and commentaries so this isn't just based on KJV or NIV, King James Version and New International Version for those that wasn't dragged to church like I was growing up. 

When I watched The DaVinci Code, they brought up the fact of certain testaments being left out so I decided to check for myself. I was genuinely surprised by what I found. I'll go write down the urls and post them in another article that will be more centralized around them if anybody wants me to. Anyways many books of the Bible were deliberately left out when it was being put together. 

Why...bias. The culture and views of the times determined what we in the modern age now study. Just how much do we not know? That is a Huge question mark for me because I prefer to have the whole story first from all the different view points before I start clapping like a retarded seal at Sea World. Information is essential which is why my OC commonly reiterates that memories are precious and must be protected because without that knowledge, you don't know who you are, where you've been, what you've done...how can you avoid making the same mistakes over and over again if you don't have the full picture, the complete story?

Now before I start preaching on that and getting totally sidetracked, there is another factor in play in regards to the information provided to us by the Bible and other religious texts...gender. Every bit of ancient texts with very few exceptions, thank you Cleopatra, are entirely male dominant. No I am not one of those feminist extremists. I am simply pointing out that much of what we know is from the masculine perception.

Slight segway here...if we are made in God's image then why are there two genders instead one? Humanity could easily have reproduced asexually without the over complication of the fertilization process. All of it could have been done internally. Therefore either God had a mate, a female counterpart or a really annoying sister, or God is actually genderless and takes on whatever form he/she deems appropriate...Supernatural has me stuck with this dude. *gestures to Chuck who waves nervously, her sister staring at him with a very unhappy expression on her face* 

Artz: Oh I know that look. The kitchen is beyond wrecked and every dish in the house needs cleaning or replacing.

Chuck: In my defense, it was Raphael that made the mess when he blew up Castiel.

Amethyst: *in a simple dress clearly meant for cleaning came and stood by her Supernatural counterpart, Anna* You're God and you let our favorite Martian explode then leave the mess for us to clean up?

Chuck: *doesn't get a chance to answer because another Anna appears, walking straight out of a mirror and cracking her knuckles*

Anna: *a sadistic smirk on her lips and her eyes a liquid silver* Hello Sweetie.

Artz: *walks away to continue the article, ignoring the crashing and banging and explosions going on nearby* 

Damn it, I cannot stay on topic, can I? *glares at her Guard* None of you answer that. Right then, back to where I originally deviated. I had started writing The Star Chronicles starting with Starsea but kept getting hung up on the singular spouse thing...the irony is that the answer came from probably the most well known verse of the Bible...John Chapter 3, Verse 16.

For God so loved the world...

Right there, that line sent me into one hell of a spiral because like I said earlier ...everyone is different and because everyone is different, so too is the love we have for each person. If anyone has watched Twitches then they'll understand what I'm about to say. 

Love is infinite. You can always make more when you need to.

So many different movies and books I've watched and read over the years, combined with this revelation of sorts, has led me to The Realm...a true sanctuary for all...The Blood Guard...a family spanning the ages...The Star Child...she just wanted to be kind, to spare every person the pain and sorrow she has endured, to love freely and without regret because she didn't want to be selfish. 

And for these reasons, Artz has been demonized because she doesn't hold back...not when she could help someone, especially if they're right in front of her. The main point I am trying to convey...badly I think...is that nothing is just black and white. There is no such thing as perfection but there is such a thing as determination. To fight and claw your way through life, shatter the shackles of what is considered normal or socially acceptable.

The White Fang of the Village Hidden in Leaves, he made a choice and that decision may have led to his death but forced Konoha to take a good long look at itself. The first step is the hardest because all are terrified to venture into the unknown. Yet another example of what I've learned and of course *smiles*, to be a stubborn foolish idiot that chases after the people they care for. 

*Naruto pops into the frame with a cheesy grin on his face before getting knocked out of frame by his pink haired teammate who goes crashing into the emo Uchiha and their sensei sighs heavily before walking past the frame, waving lazily at Artz before disappearing altogether*

Artz: *runs her fingers through her hair with an exasperated sigh escaping her lips* This...this is my life now. I have a constantly developing parallel reality called The Realm inside my head...I think the phrase peace and quiet is now forever beyond my reach.

Natsu: *in the distance at one of the training fields* What did you say, you stupid hag?!

Ayano: *shrieks in indignation* I am not a hag, you asshole!

Van: *starts laughing and Ayano demands to know why he's laughing* I'm laughing because you focused on the word hag, completely ignoring the fact that he called you stupid.

Artz: *walks away before she gets caught up in that fiasco, only to sigh again as Homura got his ass handed to him by his opposites mentor, Tsukimi* At the rate I'm going, I'm gonna need a drink. *the wind swirled around her before a well endowed woman with long flowing dark hair appeared behind her, a sake bottle in each hand* Kazehana...impeccable timing as always.

Kazehana: Seeing as how the article has gone to the birds, *gets a flat look from Artz* we should have a sake drinking party.

Artz: Kazehana, you don't need an excuse to drink sake. How many times do I have to tell you that? It's not like it affects you anyways.

Kazehana: *pouts* But it's no fun drinking by myself. I'm so lonely. Pretty please...I'll grab Matsu and Kagari too! Make it a girl's night!

Artz: *pulls out her mobile and speed dials a certain person* Feel up to a girl's night sake style tonight? *smiles* I love you. *ends the call*

Kazehana: *serious* You just called the Leader of the Chaos Brigade, didn't you?

Artz: *smirks, her eyes twinkling with a wicked mischief* She's busy for a while so I called someone else. *walks away with the Sekirei of wind trailing behind her*

Kazehana: Then who because both Mystic and Mars are busy and Venus and Neptune are on Sol side.

Artz: Oh...just the Envoy of Chaos.

Kazehana: Well I wanted some fun and you can't go wrong with a demented, pink haired pixie in the mix.

Lumina: *pops out of a reflective surface* Why is it that everyone focuses on my hair? Natsu has pink hair along with several other members of the Guard so why do I get singled out?

Artz: Because they keep wondering why the game said rose colored hair. First color that pops into your head when I say rose?

Kazehana/Lumina: Red/White

Artz: Red for love, white for friendship...the irony is that roses also come in pinks and yellows. Hmm or maybe it was yellow that meant friendship and white equates to purity. *shrugs* 

Kazehana/Lumina: New Earth.

Kagari: *approaches them in a semi formal black and white suit...she often takes over for her twin when he is required else where and thus the suit* I do believe that there was a Kate & Leopold reference in there as well.

Matsu: *appears out of a temporary rift made up from equations, ones and zeroes* Hey guys, sorry I'm late but Claudia needed some last minute advice. She didn't want to turn it on only for it to...*massive blastwave of air and dust crashed into them. Fortunately, Lumina was able to minimize the damage*

Artz was the first one on her feet and landed at the crater that was once Claudia's tech lab. Said owner of the lab was climbing out of the humongous pile of ash, her face and skin covered in soot. She shook of a bit but she couldn't stop smiling like an idiot.

Claudia: My lab is toast but totally worth it. *lifts her goggles to reveal the clean areas beneath*

Matsu: Claudia! Are you okay?! You said it wasn't going to explode!

Claudia: *unrepentant* I lied. I need this exact spot to explode at this time because it was the only way to keep the dragontorc gateways still functional in the future when we can't use the portals. *is surrounded by swirling beams of light before disappearing altogether*

Hook: Wench, quite while you are no longer ahead.

Artz: *sighs* Supposed you're right. *wanders off* So sue me for getting side tracked. It's just so noisy in here *taps her head* that it's a miracle that I can get anything done at all.

Poseidon: That is Artznese for How the hell am I suppose to get the third captain to actually being the third captain, then get both him and Hook to Aquarius just as a certain domain is being transported to the realm?

Anna: *drop kicks everyone out of the article* I don't have time to deal with y'alls bullshit right now! I need Artz focusing on Hurricane Delta and she can't do that we you lot hanging about! NOW SCRAM!!!

Artz: So much for the sake party. *sighs as she returns to the weather channel*