Sibling from the Stars

1526

Oniron Shrine, Lightbloom Village, Omen'an

A soft breeze rolled across the gentle grass of the mountainside village, as the silver suns light reflecting off of the silver statuettes that populated the four corners of a small clifftop shrine on the windward edge of town. A young tiefling girl, crimson in complexion, would sit here in rest. Having finally found herself at the end of a perilous journey that had stolen her last few months from her, the girl found herself exhausted and without home.
If only appropriate for her string of luck, it would seem that her moment of rest wouldn't last particularly long. The white flowers left at the center of the shrine would begin to struggle against their wrappings as the wind would grow stronger, strong gusts plucking petals as it would begin to pick up. It would be now when the young Syllaea would first see what was off, her eyes slowly rising from her offering and up to the gap between shells. A distant glimmer in the astral distance had been grower brighter and brighter since earlier that afternoon, but only now was it concerning. Only now, could she make out a shape.

. . .

???, Core Sector IX, COU Space

A loud crash could be heard from the side of the long reflective metal cosmic flying vessel, as the blonde man piloting it would grunt, reaching upwards towards a dark metal latch. Large geysers of hot magma would fly past the ship, causing a deadly heat to wash across the ship with each burst.
"J-Jibriel!" He'd call out to the console infront of him. "Closest inhabited world, direction, and distance- NOW!"
"Platinum." The voice would calmly return. "Argent. Just under fifty million kilometers. Neutral-North. Don't do anything rash we have assistance on it's wa-"
"Assistance is late, babe!" He'd cut her off, holding onto the latch tight, and taking a crystal helmet like object from within a glass case. "This'll give me one jump, yeah? I need an exact number if you don't want me to die here."
"We won't be able to pick you up from Argent, Guardi-" The voice would protest.
Without concern for her warnings, the man, Platinum, would tighten his grip on the latch, a bit more desperation in his tone. "Jibriel, a number, now! I don't have time!"
There would be a pause from the other side, only interrupted by a second loud crash, followed by a number of error warnings from the machine on Platinum's end of the call. An audible sigh can be heard from the console, before a shaky voice would begin to speak.
"Forty-nine million three hundred thirty-two thousand four hundred twenty-three kilometers. Platinum, I hope you know what you're d-"
"Sure do!" He'd quickly say, a grin forming. "Alright, you magma spewing bastards." He swiftly slides the helmet on, then slams his fist into a blue crystal on the console. "Later, losers!" He'd shout, his voice echoing through the console and projecting out from the small ship, as he'd pull at the latch.
The top hatch of the glass window would open, and the blonde man would leap out. The ship immediately flies off from him as he's left to the void, turning to face the large black ships that tailed him, dripping magma cannons pointed in his direction. "Forty-nine million three hundred thirty-two thousand four hundred twenty-three kilometers, that way, now!" He'd shout, as the crystal helmet would begin to glow. The crystal would grow and form, spreading across his entire form, covering his white and golden uniform and encasing him in a glimmering golden gem, as Platinum's vision would be lost behind the gemstone.

. . .

The Lotus Fields, Lightbloom Village, Omen'an

The glimmer would grow brighter, as the crystal in Syllaea's sight would plummet ever closer to the field of flowers before her. With each stride the water beneath her would splash upwards, soaking the bottom half of her white dress. She'd continue to move, dashing through the shallow water with haste as she'd head to intercept the falling crystal. A long jagged blade would fall from her sleeve, landing between her fingers, and pressing into the meat of her palm. As the blood would spill from her hand, a number of large glimmering lotus shapes would appear as if light itself would fold and solidify just ahead of her. She'd slide to a stop, slipping and falling onto her back.
As the crystal would descend, the fallen Syllaea desperately reaches out with her hand, pushing the solid light forward just enough to- BOOM! -intercept the crystal. Any water within throwing distance of the impact is launched off, causing lotus petals to fly off in all directions as a small crater forms, but not nearly one as large as what would have been if the crystal hadn't been caught.
The tiefling girl would climb to her feet, now completely soaked, as she'd stare at the crystal in the center of the impact, eyes widening as the crystal itself would begin to crack and fall apart. "H-Hello..?" She'd call out to the crystal, slowly wrapping her own hand wound with a small length of bandage she'd have produced from her a small bag attached to her hip.
There would be a refreshing silence for a few moments, only interrupted by the glass-like cracking noises of the crystal before her. Slowly the contents of the gem would be revealed, as the blonde man within would slowly climb free. "What..the-ow!" He'd let out a wince, stumbling a bit as he'd climb free from the crystal.
"Ah-A-are y-you o-okay?!" She'd call out, a clear concern in her tone as she'd make her way swiftly to her side. She'd move to help him up best she can, as he'd reluctantly allow her to take some of his weight. Her light colored eyes would land softly on his skin, eyes glancing across the grey cracks that seem to be visible across his otherwise pristine skin.
Platinum gives a small smile at the tiefling, moving a hand up to brush away the grey hairs that have formed in his golden mop from his eyes, nodding his head a bit. It's clear that his confident and almost cheerful expression defy his injured and sluggish body language. "Totally perfect, kid. Thank you. Now.. where am I?"

1528

Platinum's Cottage, Lightbloom Village, Omen'an

"P-P-Plat! P-Plaaat!" A familiar young tiefling's voice would call from outside their quaint little cottage. "The Lotus Festival is today! You better not be sleeping in!"
Syllaea's voice could easily be heard from his bedroom, as Platinum would groan, turning into his side and burying his head beneath his pillow.
There'd be a huff, a pout, and a number of stomps from the snow outside. The front door would creek open, and after a foreboding tap tap tap along the hard wood floor of the cottage, Platinum's bedroom door would crash open.
"P-P-Plaaaaat! We have t-to get reeeaaddyy!" Syllaea would whine out, jogging over and flopping onto him, laying across him with a grumble. "Upupup!"
There'd be a soft chuckle, followed by a sudden shift. Platinum would swiftly sit up, causing Syllaea to flip from her back to her front, as he'd wrap his arms around her and tangle her in a hug beneath his blankets. "Later!"
Syllaea would squirm within the hold, letting out a flustered "NyooooOOOooooOOooOOOOooooOOoooo-!"-

. . .

Old Festival Square, Lightbloom Village, Omen'an

"See? Told you we wouldn't be late." Platinum would say, a cocky grin plastered across his smug expression.
"We nearly missed the Petal Dance..." Syllaea grumbles, walking alongside him, clung to his arm, shooting him a narrow look.
"But we didn't, right?" He'd say, smiling wide as he'd lead her, even through her grumpy protests of her huffs and the occasional grumble. 
The two would go on a short walk through the festival district of the village, admiring the decorated streets of Lightbloom. Paper lanterns would hang from any surface they could, adorned with flower petal designs and lit with soft yellow flames that illuminate the shaded areas of the approaching evening. They'd pass by a angelic statue, and make their way down towards where the feast would be happening. Syllaea would freeze, and though Platinum wouldn't notice what she had yet, he was about to.
Without care or concern, Platinum would begin to speak. "So, what are you hungry f-"
"P-Plat..." Syllaea would stutter out, slowly raising her free hand up to point at the sky.
"What? Are you not hungry or something?" He'd ask, not yet noticing the rising hand.
"L-Look..." She'd get out through her horror, as her words would finally move the mans gaze.
As Platinum's eyes would find their way to the skyline, they'd immediately widen, glimmering a soft silver behind the gold. On the distant horizon, three obsidian shapes would grow closer with an incredible speed.
"Syllaea." Platinum would say, right hand opening as a gilded drill like lance would begin to form from the light in his grip. "I'll handle it." He'd begin, moving to slip his hand free, only to find it caught between her fingers, unwilling to let him free.
As his eyes would reach her, Syllaea's eyes would have already firmed. A number of lotus flowers would begin to form at the base of her feet, and as if on command a long broomstick would skid across the ground from the town behind them, coming to an obedient stop beside her. "...I'm not letting you fight them alone."
Platinum frowns, beginning to protest. "This is my fight, that I brought to your town! You shouldn't be risking y-" His words would stop, as a gentle squeeze of his hand would bring his protest to an end. He'd close his eyes, taking a deep breath as his gaze would turn towards the incoming Volcanus. "Fine. I'll do this your way."
A small smile would stretch across her face, as she'd shake her head, squeezing his hand once more. "No, Plat... We'll do this my way."

Historical Basis

It's told that there was once a man from the stars, who was very close to Queen Syllaea. His name was supposedly Platinum, a hero, and a beacon. He only spent two years beside her, and the good the two did together was supposedly immense. So much so, that the cottage from the tale remains a protected site only a few minutes from the castle. Some depictions focus on the great battle, where the young Syllaea fought alongside the star hero and defeated the volcano monsters from the sky, while others focus on their sibling like relationship, and the bond they shared. Some versions have been passed down by those who were supposedly there, where others come from the lady herself, who will happily gush about her older brother from the sky whenever prompted.

Date of First Recording

1528

Date of Setting

1526-1528

Related Locations

• Lightbloom

Related People

• Platinum Goldsilver
• Syllaea Lightbloom

Related Organizations

• The Cosmic Order of Unification