Geneise

Division 01: the city of Glade
Tranquil…..
The sky blue panorama was calm, as an empty ocean with no sea life whatsoever; however the sky started squeezing out small amounts of light drizzle that cascaded towards the depressing, gloomy, metallic gothic, metropolis called Glade city. The city was also known as the greater cartel polis; but that was millennium ago when the capital was the only monopoly in Saix (our world).
Twang ….
The rain sounded as it hits several pointy, dark towers on the way down to the full of life, cheerful and not-so chirpy municipality where a lot of citizens were walking briskly, to and fro in the core of the opened mall called Shinshi; that has a large number of telecoms in this area, as well as other regions in Glade. Every sector in this city has neon kanji and hiragana-lit words all over the walls and everywhere, as fliers and news bulletin and such other things to keep the Zaian’s up-to-date with everything in the world or in their city.
: Calling upon
-Chit-chat-chatter-
The vociferous of the public tone became louder and louder; that you can almost hear the slightest drone of the airship zooming past and above the glossy, drenched city with its numerous dark, blue followers trailing in the rear of the chief clouds of dust. Once all the airships have disappeared between the calm azure scenes; the dust behind them faded completely without anyone or the gods detecting them.
An edgy sixteen year old boy was sitting down on the wooden bench in core of the busy shopping mall with his arms crossed over each other with a bored look on his angelic face. He’s got long wisp of silver hair, to go with his cobalt blue cats eyes. The uniform he was wearing was a white, short-sleeved polo shirt, black combat slacks, to go with his dark scruffy shoes. He stares directly at his minor childhood friend back with a weary idiom on; that he uncrossed his arms and stretched every limbs and knot in his aching arms over his head and back down again, before addressing the younger boy in front of him, however the kid got there first “I wonder what its like to fly?” “Eh!” the silver teen raised a brow at him, in which the teen turns fully round to see his childhood friend.
Division 02: Ryke Xeros
The kid gave his best mate a friendly smile, before answering his shock questioning look on his jade face “Zithous what I meant to say is ‘I wonder what its like to travel around Saix and to explore different cites and towns”“towns…right” Zithous said, as he stood up from the now warm seat from sitting on it for that long at the same time, as his pal nodded yes to him. The kid is a year younger than him, and he’s got red spiky hair with two long bangs at the back, to go with his deep crimson eyes. The uniform he was wearing was a white, short-sleeved polo shirt, black slacks, to go with his dark rip shoes, light blue bangle on his left wrists, and three suited card necklace.
Zithous walked alongside him with a fixed cold expression on, that he shakes his head at him for thinking and talking garbage about exploring the outside world, so he puts his right hand on his left shoulder as he squeezed it firm to say “keep dreaming Xeros Ryke….theirs no such things as other cites and towns. Glade is the only city in Saix and that’s that” Xeros lower his head down, in which his red blood bangs covered his cheerless face; so as to not feeling Zithous hold on his shoulder.
Xeros gaze up and turn spherical round to see the mall nearly, half empty due to its 18:00 hours of closing time, along with the light rain stopping to its halt, which made him smile happy about it “hmm” he says as he darted en rout through the tiny crowds of resident and out the other end; and headed in the direction of the cobble passageway.
Someday I will get out of this protective city
And
Explore Saix with my own free will
: Area one- The Vicar way
Xeros paused in the core of the dingy, paved lit alleyway with hands behind his head in a cool, calm, and collected stance; that he detects three or four ebony Victorian gas lanterns hanging above the channel with a unseen cord holding them airless in the atmosphere “what. The wardens now putting up air lights now…what a show” he dreary said, as he undo his hold at the back of his head, at the same time as he headed for the end of the alleyway. He arrives out of the tedious, weird lanterns channel and into a boulevard called The Vicar way where many of its housing estates are sixteen century, Victorian style; that the lane amid them had rows of black gas lamps going all the way down the path.
“Ah! What took you so long?” Xeros turns his head to the right to see Zithous standing next to the wooden bin, with arms crossed over each other “ah-um...its n-nothing really” he stutters when hearing his silver friend say ‘whatever’, before uncrossing his arms and turning round with a right hand caressing his silver locks, as he calmly orders “hurry up get to the park-”“huh why?” Xeros butted in, in which his friend continued to speak over him “your sister wants to show you something that’s why…so come on” he ended by heading straight through the quarters narrow road and disappear between another lit alley; that had chains of pretty pink and orange sakura trees along the split and dusty flooring. The red head heaved a big sigh before venturing through a new passageway, so as to smelling a nice mandarin aroma coming from the orange sakura which blossom openly, when Xeros walk passed it at the same time, as the pink one perfume its own fragrance into the stale, nippy air which is a mild cherry flavour “mm its like going through the crop market in early hours in the morning” he softly giggles when hear- ing his bizarre statement.
Division 03: birdie yard
Light footsteps enter through the vacant courtyard where a tall, steel black gateway stood at the far end of the cavity; that has Greek goddess statues and red rosés undergrowth all-round the tranquil, loyalty yard. The footsteps paused in front of the stony, cascading waterfall in the core of the court where a young fifteen year old schoolgirl was kneeling down with an injury ashen, white canary in both her grasp; she tilts her head round to see Zithous with a questing look at her like he could see her through the obvious glass, so she counters him “I found this cute little birdie in the birdbath with bad cuts on her…so I rescue it” he knelt down to her height and used his right hand to mess her gravity crimson red hair up.
She gazes at his cobalt, blue cats eyes with her own scarlet’s ones; that he smiles at her before standing back up at the same time, as he asked her question about the bird gender, in which she rise up and turned round to see his boyish face when countering his quiz with a agitated low sigh “Zithous we been told about this in school today and you for-gotten about it…right” he shakes his head at her to say ‘yeah I have’, so she sighs once more before reminisces their teacher said to them for the past five hours ago about the different between male and females birds and what dye they are, for e.g. the ladies is white and the males is blue.
She finished explaining to Zithous about bird species and everything about fowl; that he smiles boldly and nodded at her before noticing a peek of red hair coming out of the corner from the auburn passageway wall, so he calls out his first name out that she scowl at the silver teen for being-too boring. She got red spiky hair with two long bangs at the back, to go with her deep crimson eyes. The uniform she was wearing was a white, short-sleeved sailor top, black mid-length skirt, to go with her dark shoes.
: Brother and sister
Xeros came out of the mandarin scented alleyway and headed straight into the roman yard core where his childhood friend and his identical twin sister, were waiting for him to come over with a jolly grin across his childish visage “ha-ha what’s the rush on wanting me here?” he ask, as he paused in front of his lookalike sister who was clutching a frail, wan bird in her grasp, so he tried to touch the fowl with his right hand, yet his nursing sister glare at him “huh!” he gasp as he backed his hand away from the short-breathing fowl; that Zithous veer round and aimed a left index finger at the steel, gate. The lofty gate stood tall amongst the still youth and the alluring, tranquil yard; that they felt a an eerie aura approaching out of the door and encircling them, with a soft, uncanny moans and whimpering coming from dead corpses.
They all heard a deafening war-cry surrounding them to the fullest of them standing stiffly still, with the purpose of every inch of muscle and bones in their body has fully frozen, so Zithous callous a hand through his wisp of hair before heading over to the door, as he says “come on are you sacred” “no bu-” Xeros stammer his words for the reason of his sister butting in “Zithous. Weren’t you scared of those cries?” he shakes his head to say no at her. The fowl in her hands started to shift a little, as it cock it small head upwards to glance up to look at her elfin visage; that she squeal in happiness by saying “Zithous Xeros. Come and look she awake” both boys walked up to her to see the ashen, white canary jerking its head round to get a great look at everyone, before unfolding her delicacy quills in wingspan ratio.
Division 04: fly with me
Every one of them made a soft cooing noises at the repair bird, who gave each teenager an alarmed, puzzlement stare, which said ‘hey am fine and stop looking at me like am some kind of toy or something’, so she winces from the cold breeze squalling pass her gently at the same time, as she linger above the elfin, protective damsel “Arin where are you going? Please tell me” the fifteen year old girl anxiously said; that her brother and Zithous both look at her funny, in which Xeros said “Zapherous you named a bird Arin and I thought I was weird” “you still are” Zithous chirp in their chat among them; that made Zapherous titter, when hearing the word ‘weird’ against her brother. The canary extended its wings and started to flutter slowly and smoothly increasing its speed to the fullest, by soaring in the air and towards the sky, azure Elysium, or heaven for short, with the aim of Zapherous waving bye at the fowl.
Thank you for taking care of me……
The canary flew in short distance between the heavens and the living utopia; that rayed golden lights out of the sky and twinkled, brightly at the fowl, before declining within the astral lights of transcendent.
: Unbolted door
Your welcome it the least I can do…..
Zapherous stop waving at the absent canary named Arin with a sad, worried expression on her upbeat features; that her brother smile at her for being bold and defensive to a specie, so she puts a thinking idiom on by stating Xeros about, why she wanted to show him something “ah brother I found something superb in the park today, and that’s where I found Arin…hm” she softly grins at the same time, as Xeros crossed his arms over his chest and space his feet apart, as he excitedly says “you mean you found a pot of gold underneath the rainbow…right” Zithous sighs when hearing him say a dense comeback, so he ended her words “no you idiot. We found a cave that leads to an strange manor that no one hasn’t entered for long time” Xeros was quiet too quiet for their liking that he unfold his arms, by messing his gravity, dignified hair up even though it’s already messy than it looks. It took Xeros ten minutes to soak up all the data up in his narrow-minded brain of his; that his childhood friend strides in the direction of the steel, iron grip entrance to detect a knob to unlock the door, but he couldn’t found some sort of device to open it “hey! silver having any trouble opening the door over there?” Xeros asked but more of sarcastic joke to him.
Zithous rotate round to look at both the identical sibling with a hard, calming phrase on his angelic visage; that he shrugs both his shoulders in obviously words for the red head to grin devilishly at him, in which he retorts “the door won’t budge at all…but there is a certain someone who can go find a back way and open it from there right!” Zapherous gazed at her brother to say ‘uh I think he meant you’ “huh! Fine I go geez” Xeros mummers by turning back round to face the passage once more again; that he headed back the way he come from and the way he started as well.