The Obliterators

Dear Diary,

Today started with an unexpected visitor: Misty, my beloved cat, who nudged me awake with urgent messages from Lilith and Albert. With a sense of anticipation, I quickly prepared myself and made my way to the food court to meet them.

As I arrived, I was greeted by the sight of Albert, looking remarkably better than before, his wounds showing signs of healing. I couldn’t help but rush forward and envelop him in a tight hug, relieved to see him in better spirits.

Seated at a table with Lilith and Albert, I felt a sense of gravity in the air, as if the weight of the world rested upon our shoulders. Sensing that it was time for truth and revelation, I wasted no time in posing my first question to Lilith: Who — or what — was the entity that spoke from beneath the well, and what was its purpose?

Lilith’s response sent shivers down my spine: the voice belonged to none other than Aurora Vara, a blind snake whose name struck fear and uncertainty into my heart. Despite my initial shock, I listened intently as Lilith continued, according to Lilith, it was believed that Aurora Vara held something crucial — an artifact perhaps — that could lead us to a person destined to bring about the destruction of our world. That could potentially save our world from destruction. It was believed that someone, possibly connected to the royal family, posed a threat to our existence, and Aurora Vara possessed the means to thwart their plans.

Albert’s interjection only added to the growing sense of unease, as he voiced suspicions regarding Princess Luna and the royal family’s involvement in the impending catastrophe. The gravity of his words hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over our gathering.

As our conversation unfolded, a revelation emerged that shed light on the tangled web of alliances and secrets surrounding us. Lilith confirmed that her father, Mr. Morvain, indeed supports that enigmatic figure known as “the chosen” and his clandestine group. This revelation offered a glimpse into the complex motivations and allegiances at play within our world.

With a heavy heart, Lilith acknowledged her father’s affiliation with whom he called “the chosen” and expressed her belief in standing with our own people, and showed her will to join “The Obliterators”— a group dedicated to uncovering and neutralizing the Chosen and their followers. The mention of her father’s imprisonment in Carcerix only served to deepen the intrigue surrounding his involvement in these clandestine affairs.

Intrigued by the mention of the Obliterators, I questioned Albert about the nature of this mysterious group. He explained that the Obliterators are exists for centuries, dedicating their lives to tracking down and eliminating the “Chosen”. He revealed that there were records of the chosen being discovered and purportedly killed multiple times — a concept that baffled my understanding of mortality and resurrection.

Seeking to deepen my understanding of this enigmatic group, I suggested a visit to the library. There, amidst the hushed whispers of ancient tomes, Lilith procured a book entitled “The Obliterators’ Epoch.” With trembling hands, I eagerly flipped through its pages, eager to uncover the secrets hidden within its yellowed parchment.

The book revealed a rich tapestry of history and lore surrounding the Obliterators, chronicling their tireless pursuit of the chosen across the ages. Each page seemed to pulse with the weight of centuries-old secrets, offering tantalizing glimpses into a world shrouded in mystery and intrigue.

As I delved deeper into the pages of “The Obliterators’ Epoch,” I uncovered the origins of this ancient group and the noble purpose for which it was founded. Mordred Arawn Malphas, a legendary wizard and warrior, had sacrificed his own life to establish the Obliterators, dedicating himself to safeguarding the realm from threats both known and unknown.

The concept of the Obliterators’ championship intrigued me — a gathering of warriors chosen from each school to compete in a tournament of skill and strength. It was a testament to the unity and cooperation that existed among the various magical institutions, united in their common goal of protecting the realm.

Despite their vast knowledge of the Obliterators and their traditions, my friends could not provide a definitive answer to my question about the potential harm posed by the object sought by Aurora Vara. It was a sobering realization that even the most knowledgeable among us were not immune to uncertainty and doubt.

As I grappled with these thoughts, a pang of guilt gnawed at my heart. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I might be keeping something from my friends, as I don’t feel that they could understand what’s running through my mind, even if I express it. It was a lonely sensation, one that left me feeling disconnected from those closest to me.

In moments like these, I found solace in the memory of Adam — the friend who had always been by my side, offering comfort and understanding when I needed it most. His absence weighed heavily on my heart, a constant reminder of the bond we shared and the emptiness left in his wake.

If only Adam were here, I thought to myself, I wouldn’t have to bear these burdens alone. His presence would bring light to the darkness that threatened to consume me, offering a beacon of hope in the midst of uncertainty.

As the day drew to a close, I couldn’t shake the sense of longing that lingered within me. Despite the friendships I had forged and the adventures that lay ahead, Adam would always hold a special place in my heart — a reminder of the enduring power of friendship and love.

Until we meet again, Adam, know that you are missed more than words can express.

Yours in reflection,
Zoe