[History] The Last of True Magic: The Amaranths

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[History] The Last of True Magic: The Amaranths

by Amord Mon Oct 17, 2022 1:57 am

Long, long ago... When the world had yet to be called Remnant, there was a rebellion.
Yes. Even back then, Humanity was driven by passion. Equal parts great and terrible.

It is said, however, that what Humanity desired was so great that it angered the old gods. Subsequently, they destroyed the world, and left only the Remnants...

[History] The Last of True Magic: The Amaranths Dawn_looking_over_Humanity

"What a beautiful day... So peaceful."

She mused mostly to herself. True, there had been some troubles lately. Prisma and Umbrae were wound up as usual. Dawn surmised that if they just spent a little more time appreciating their creations -- instead of just working all the time...

Ah, but that was neither here nor there. It wouldn't do to think of such things just as she was starting to relax. Dawn let these troubling thoughts slip away, as she enjoyed just... Watching Humans making their way of things. She loved nature, and that included these little ones as well.

"I expect such great things from you."

She felt like she could get lost watching this. It would be fine, for just a little while if she did that, right? Dawn didn't even see a need to hide herself from them. The presence of the gods was well known and expected by Humanity, after all. That included herself.

But even though it should have been a quiet, simple day like this... She couldn't shake the feeling of something terrible coming.

Dawn's smile fades, and she looks to the distance. Turning her gaze away from the Humans that she was watching.

When she did, she saw what troubled her so deeply;
a flash of divine power. Reaching across the world. Even to where she stood -- to where the Humans she was watching over.

Those little ones also glanced at the power that was coming for them.

Dawn's eyes widened. This... This was not controlled erasure. It was not to smite a group of heretics.

They were actually doing it. They were going to erase all of this... Again.

Dawn's expression turned to one of anger. She sprung into action, moving herself between that incoming surge of power and the Humans. She could not save all of Humanity... But she could save some of them.

She braced herself, and then held off the oncoming tide. This surge of divine power parted, having no choice but to go around. But in so doing, Dawn did manage to save this settlement...

"What was that?!", "I don't know!", "The Wrath of the Gods? But we were saved by one of them!"

So many confused shouts. Dawn turns to them.

"You must stay here. This grove will shield you. You will find nothing beyond it... It is a wasteland now."

She spoke with sadness... But she also spoke the truth.
A horrible truth, that even they could recognize. Even if they did not believe her words, one look into the horizon revealed to them that it felt off.

They could see nothing moving. They could hear nothing. It was too quiet. Too still. It was wrong.

Every last bit of it was wrong.

That's why Dawn set off to face Prisma and Umbrae, enraged at what they had just done. Little did she know, that she would learn the truly terrible scope of their actions on this day in so doing...

All the Humans could do was follow her commands. Many things happened that shook them to their core, just as that surge of divine power did.

The twin gods left the world in this state... The moon shattered upon their departure. And the one who previously spent her time with them never returned, no matter how long they waited.

But even though she never returned physically, they could still feel her protection... And every now and then, a traveler from afar came to visit them. When they questioned who she was and where she came from, she only answered
"I am Hestia. I come from another grove, much like this one."

Hestia would offer her assistance from time to time. She'd ask them things like how they were doing, if they needed anything... It was always like that on her trips to see them. The news that there were other places in the world that were not lifeless did spark some hope in the survivors.

Life slowly returned to the world to the rest of the world. With it, a new Humanity flourished.

But those who were favored by Dawn remained, and with such an iron will to defend them... Her powers had an unusual effect upon them even when she was sealed away.

Old Humanity mingling with New Humanity -- they lost their connection to Magic. But gained the power of an Inherited Semblance... These could take many forms. But the most notable of the present age would be the Schnees and the Amaranths.

Semblances that could be traced all the way back to True Magic. That was why they were so robust, and could be carried to offspring directly because of the bloodline.

"When Kings rise against, have it writ on their graves.
The old gods were felled by a mortal unnamed."

Her mother said. Looking to Claret expectantly.

"Do you know what that means, Claret?"

Claret nodded slowly.

"It means our progenitor... The one who granted us this power and protected us. They chased the gods who sought our destruction away."

The mother smiled.
"Very good, Claret. This is the song of our family. It represents our legacy. The unnamed one battled the gods themselves and defied them. We have inherited this world."

They were standing in the archives. An expansive collection of information -- some even written in older languages. Every last part of it belonged to her Family; to the Amaranths. So too did the lands around it.

"I understand, Mother.", Claret states.

Her mother smiles approvingly.

"You are old enough now to begin your studies in earnest. You will not merely learn how to control a Semblance... You will learn Magic itself.", she then stated.
"No other place in the world has the knowledge that we do. It is our right, and ours alone. Magic is dead to the rest of the world. Not to us."

Claret's eyes were filled with anticipation... Excitement.

Finally, she could become a True Amaranth.

"I am ready to begin.", Claret declared.

Her mother nods. "Very well. Recite the song in full.
Your training will begin afterwards."

Claret gives a nod, and then takes a deep breath...
She then begins to sing...

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Re: [History] The Last of True Magic: The Amaranths

by Amord Mon Oct 17, 2022 4:58 am

A fierce dance. The swirling of blood. Warriors clashing against one another. That was what those overseeing the new generation of Amaranths looked down on. Including her mother.

Claret made each move with purpose. Easily stepping around her opponent's attack and anticipating their next move. With one struck down, two more entered the fray. Even with the number advantage, they couldn't keep up with her sheer speed and control.

She forced the two back each time they tried to press their advantage, practically controlling the flow of the fight itself. When it was the most opportune moment, she struck one of them down -- albeit no killing blow was issued for this, they were nonetheless taken out of the fight.

Three more stepped in, and she continued to dominate despite how outnumbered she was. It continued like this until finally there were no more left to challenge her... Well, no more students, at least.

The young girl sets her sights on their teacher, and extends a hand towards him, pointing to him in a gesture that clearly issued a challenge. She beckoned his approach, a grin on her face.

"You little...!"

The man growled, entering the fray -- intent on teaching the whelp a lesson she wouldn't forget anytime soon. By all accounts, he should be the one with the advantage, she fought for a considerable amount of time, he knew more about their Semblance, he had more experience.

But she was relentless when the battle started. He opened with a long range attack, but Claret closed the distance faster than he was expecting. She swings her arm up to block his, preventing him from easily adjusting his aim. With her other arm she punches him in the gut.

He stumbles back, but keeps his balance, growling. He steps forward and thrusts his fist at her, and she sidesteps, striking his arm not with a fist, but with extended fingers. Blood spread across his limb, and then started weighing it down.

He gasped in surprise. But she ducked in through his guard, and followed up with a series of strikes across his torso, each one spreading more blood across his body, and in turn weighing him down more and more.

She drops even lower, sweeping his legs, sending him crashing to the ground. She springs on top of him, and strikes all across his body, starting from his legs and working up to his shoulders. Then she slugs him hard across the face. Her strikes were like a blur, a constant onslaught that barely gave him any time to think.

And just like that, he was dazed, left unable to fight. She stands, smirking down at him. Murmurs spread throughout the hall. But then her mother stood up, and the hall fell silent.

Claret turns and kneels as her mother begins to speak.

"Marvelous! You have grown well, Claret."

The mother smiles, proud of the display that had taken place before her. True, Claret had shown a wild temperament, acting against a superior and them humiliating them... But she would not punish such a thing. That type of drive and ambition was exactly what the Amaranths needed.

The man slowly gets onto his knees, growling both in pain and frustration.

"Damn... Brat..."

He moves his arm, controlling the flow of blood and attempting to strike at Claret.

But the girl was faster, adjusting her kneeling stance and pushing against his attempt with her own arms. The blood halts, then snags against his limbs, restraining him. She lunges towards him, another strike aimed towards his face.

He was shocked, barely able to force out the words; "This much...!?"

"Hold!", the Mother called.

Claret's hand stopped shy of touching her opponent.

Claret's mother then turned her attention to the man. "You will apologize to Claret."

He was stunned. He had been loyal... He did his job well, and this was his reward? But he knew better than to disobey, even with this grievous insult. He turns his gaze back to Claret...

"... Sorry."

Claret then pulls all of the blood away from him, releasing his body. He begins to rub several sore spots across his body... But remains silent, and keeps his gaze down.

Claret turns towards her mother.

"You have done well.", Claret received praise from the woman.

The Amaranth Archives. A sanctuary of knowledge thought to be nothing more than myth. The rest of Remnant saw magic as nothing more than the thing of fairy tales. But this was definitive proof, just waiting to be unearthed by those ready to take their first steps to the truth... That would only ever be another Amaranth, as it had been for several, countless generations.

"We are the only ones that can fight like this, Claret.", her mother began the explanation.

"No one in Remnant other than a True Amaranth can use Blood Magic. The only existing form of Magic left. That is why our training starts at such a young age.", she adds.

Claret gives an understanding nod. "Every technique we perform is a legacy stretching back to the old world."

Her mother smiled approvingly. "Correct. But even more than following tradition and legacy -- innovation. That is what an Amaranth needs.", she pauses for a moment, looking her daughter over. "It is rare for your level of skill to be shown at such a young age."

Claret bowed her head. "Thank you, Mother."

The woman nods, and gestures for Claret to raise her head. She does so, and then her mother continues; "You grasp the basics, and even the advanced techniques. Soon enough you will have memorized our teachings by heart. But it will not be enough."

Claret arches a brow, curious of what her mother means by this. But she remains silent, listening to the words her matriarch had to say.

"You will create your own techniques. You will carry our magic to new heights. I am naming you my heir."

Claret immediately straightened out in surprise, and then bowed.
"I am deeply honored, mother!"

Her mother is appreciative of this loyalty. But soon enough she commands; "Very good. Now, we have many things to discuss. Come with me."

Claret straightens out once more, and follows her command. The two exit onto a balcony overlooking the city. It is an impressive sight, as always.

"One day, our reach will extend far beyond Mistral. For that to happen, you will need to tap into greater power than ever before. You and I will rule the world, and we will guide Humanity to realize their potential.", her mother declares.

Claret stares out into the city, absorbing each word that had been spoken... To rule the entire world. That kind of ambition was not to be taken lightly. If anyone could make it happen, it may very well be the Amaranths.

But even more than that, Claret felt a pull towards something; to realize the potential in others...

"Just as the Progenitor did, you mean?", Claret asks.

Her mother smiles and nods once more. "Exactly right."

Her smile soon fades, however. "Now. Your studies and your training so far, they have all been against fellow Amaranths. The kind of control you have showcased means that you will almost certainly dominate any Human or Faunus foe."

The mother pauses briefly. "But the old gods cursed this world with an insult to us. The Grimm. Beings that lord their power over us, incite fear in our people... Wield magic, when that is our right."

Claret turned her gaze to her mother, to show that she was listening to this... As it taken a serious turn. The woman continues.

"They do not feel injury as we do. They do not bleed... Most disgustingly they are comprised of Magic, and I've even heard rumors that some are capable of using it. You are ready now, to learn the feeling of Magic, to use that to your advantage.", she then adds; "And you will learn that even though the Grimm are the most impertinent insult to us, the inheritors of the world... They are not immune to our power. You must simply make more preparations to face them."

Claret nods slowly, but then asks...
"Is it possible to make them bleed?"

Her mother is a little surprised by this. But nonetheless entertains the question.
"In all of our recorded history, it is not possible. Do not waste your time pursuing such a thing."

Claret returns her gaze to the city...
She was unsatisfied with that answer. Surely there was a way... Claret just had to find it.

One day.

Her mother then declares one more thing;

"No matter how great your opponent is, Claret. You can defeat them.
Because your power is blood.

And your opponent bleeds."

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Re: [History] The Last of True Magic: The Amaranths

by Amord Mon Oct 17, 2022 8:47 am

She pored through all of the texts in the archives. There was an amazing amount of knowledge tucked away in here. But none of it was what Claret was searching for. Whatever she sought that was related to her goal only revealed the same answer.

Just methods of getting around it.

"Prepare blood vials."

"Have blood pouches."

"Your own blood can be used."

"Blood from other people can be used."

The further she dug into this, the more it seemed that this was a Truth of the world. The Grimm cannot bleed. It is impossible. In the face of such evidence, one would find it hard to argue. But she was not satisfied. When the archives did not have the answers she searched for, she expanded her horizons.

She spoke to scholars. To renowned Hunters. Any expert that she could find, she asked them the same question. And just like always....

"It's impossible."

You're satisfied with that?"

"It's impossible."

That's annoying.

"It's impossible."

They keep saying the same thing.

"It's impossible."

Always said with those eyes...

"It's impossible."

Like she was crazy, or worthy of contempt for it.

"It is not possible."

Useless.

Claret stopped wasting her time... Not because she thought her goal impossible. But because everyone in this world was simply too content to accept this Truth. If that was what they were happy with... Then she would have to prove them wrong.

For if one could fell the old gods, then something so trivial as making their creations bleed would be the Truth. Even if she must make it so.

Claret began to leave the grounds of her home more often. By this point her inclinations were well known, and she had been forbidden from doing so; to actually go out there and experiment on the Grimm. But they could not stop her.

Neither through force or by catching her in the act. She started to leave more and more often, staying out for longer periods of time... Hunting her prey, catching them, experimenting upon them. It was easy, now that she could trace their distinct source of Magic.

Slowly, her research began to yield results... Slowly, yes. But surely.

She pursued the Grimm relentlessly, hot on their trail. It ran from her, but like all the others, she would catch it. A manic grin on her face, and focused, glowing red eyes. It was a simple Beowulf, but it was fast nonetheless. She had never seen such desperation in the Grimm before... No, not simple desperation. Fear.

What a wonderful emotion that she had driven into the creation of the old gods! What if she applied a little more pressure? What would happen if she became a monster to it?

"EE~HAHAHAHAHA!!"

She lunged forth with even greater speed, crashing into the Beowolf and throwing it to the ground. She begins to strike it. It lets out pained grunts, and thrashes about trying to escape from her. But she has already pinned it. Now she would have her fun with it.

"Hey. You don't like this, huh? I wonder. Will you bleed if I keep doing it?"

She spoke to the Grimm, not that it could understand her. But she struck it again. This time using sharpened, crystallized blood to do so. The Beowolf yelped from the attack. Then, she struck again, and again. At first, in the heat of the moment, she didn't notice it. She thought it was the same as always. But...

No. There was something more to this. She wasn't just damaging the body like what one normally expected from the Grimm. She was actually injuring it... It was bleeding.

"Hey... Hey, hey hey!!"
Claret clawed at the Beowolf's injuries with a newfound excitement.
"What's this? What's this, what's this, what's this?!"

"It's impossible."

Ha!

"It's impossible."

Ridiculous!

"It's impossible."

You were wrong!

"It's impossible."

Every last one of you! All wrong!

"It's impossible."

And yet here it is! The Blood of the Grimm!

"It is not possible."

Claret laughed in triumph.

"It is possible! I have made it Truth!"

She clawed at the Grimm further, producing even more blood from it. More blood than she had before, and she could tell! It had Magic in it! Yes! She had done it! The Grimm could bleed! They feared her!

Claret stands, looking at her own hands. The fresh blood of the Grimm swirled around her, and she smiled.

"That is my power. That is my Magic. I can make the impossible into reality!"

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"Now... I just have to show them all."

Claret began to walk back to the city... And all throughout the wilderness, new sounds cried out -- the Grimm, screaming in terror and pain. Blood struck, and with new injury came even more Blood! Those that could, they ran!

"More. I need even more."

She knew what she needed now... Yes. That prized sword would do nicely. With that, she could make it all happen. She could begin guiding Humanity towards their true potential.

And finally, she would show them all exactly why they should not doubt her.

"IT. IS. POSSIBLE!"

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