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[REUPLOAD] The Celestians: Chapter 9

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Kieran's POV

Finding the girls had been a difficult task, one that he had grown used to over the centuries. Every time they died, he, as well as his masters, would spend years trying to find them again. It wasn't an easy task. While the girls would look relatively the same in each life they took, it didn't mean they'd be in the same place they died. Sometimes they grew up no where near each other. They could be in entirely different sides of the world and Kieran would still be set with the task of finding the two. Only once or twice had he failed in finding the girls in time. One of them was either already dead by the time Kieran found them, or they were too old to remember their past lives without physically harming them.

It was a grueling task, finding both his sister and once upon a time lover. Their souls were immortal, but their bodies weren't. Once the body grew old and withered away, the two souls would search for a new host similar in appearance to their first bodies. They would forget everything about their past lives when this happened, when they entered a new body. They would forget their first life, the life of princesses, along with all the lives following and they would grow up as a new person. It was up to him to find the old souls and make them remember their lives.

He'd find them eventually, and he would bring them to the masters. Once there, they'd be given their items and they would remember. They'd remember long days spent up in the clouds and calm days spent running through the palace. They'd remember feathers and responsibility and honor. They'd remember their people and they'd remember their reason for living, they'd learn of the hot fire they grew up in and the wind underneath large wings. They would remember all their lives before and they'd remember why. They'd remember why it was as it was. Why they had to have a new body every lifetime, why their souls would never die, why they were tasked with so much responsibility.

The Celestians. They were at fault for this entire mess that had been created. They were the higher beings, with more power and authority than anyone or anything in the Nether, Overworld, and even the Aether. They were higher than humans, demons and angels. They were the stars shining down brightly on Minecraftia and they were what gave and took life away at will. They were the masters; the masters of anything with even an ounce of life in it. They gave life, they were life. They praised and punished; they were the divine beings.

Back then, a long, long time ago, when the girl's bodies were as immortal as their souls, there had been a war. A terrible war where the Aether and Nether fought for power. The Overworld was caught in the crossfire and many lives were lost. The king of the Aether fought with the king of the Nether, the two brothers always at odds and always fighting. The two brothers were, unknowingly, jealous of one another. The kings, while both of the same blood, were born in separated dimensions. Their very birth was what created the Nether and Aether itself. The blood between the two, tying them as family, was there, though having entered their dimensions, was forever altered. Aether blood now ran through the younger brother, the older brother having Nether blood in his veins.

The royal family of the Aether, those who would later share the Aether blood of the king, had a power of sorts. With pure blood running through their veins, a light blue color instead of the red of the Overworlders or the inky black of Nether beings, the royal family had the ability to heal. Their blood could heal even the largest of wounds. Their ability originated from sacrifice. They had to cut themselves, draw their own blood and willingly place it over a wound for it to heal. While some of the other Aether beings, those not of the royal family, could have this same ability, it wasn't as strong as the royal family's power.

Likewise with the Nether royals. Only they could harness their power in the level they could, the other Nether being's power was weaker, smaller than the royals. Their power, however, wasn't one of healing, of sacrifice, it was one of destruction, of pain to others. Their senses would be stronger than any other being in Minecraftia and they would be stronger, faster, more durable in battle. The Nether blood made them stronger, yes, but at a cost. Their appearance would alter into one of a beast. Nether royals would all have deadly claws and dangerous fangs. Some had markings on their body, others had extra appendages or an animal like appearance. They lost most of their humanity, in exchange for the strength their blood provided.

For this, the Nether king envied his younger brother. His younger brother whose family was small and dainty with fair skin and angelic features, even a pair of the purest color of wings on their backs. The Nether king's own family was tall, large and bulky in muscle. They were strong, but they looked more like the demons of the Nether than humans or angels. His two heirs were spared from too many deformities. His youngest child, his little princess, could almost pass off as human were it not for her too sharp teeth and too sharp claws. His oldest, his son, was different. He was tall, tall and dangerous. Large fangs and too long claws. Even worse, he was almost exactly like a demonic wolf. In a humanoid form, his son stood close to seven feet, as a wolf, he was close to eight feet, and that was on all fours. The prince was animalistic at best and a downright demon at worst.

The Aether king, his blood had cost him as well. Killing or even harming another being caused him physical pain, it was the same for his family as well. His blood was pure and holy, harming others made his blood burn, a sharp pain that brought him to his knees. In battle, this was dangerous. His heir would be sent into battle, and he was ashamed that he could not go and fight himself. His daughter's blood was slightly weaker than his, allowing her to fight better than he ever could. She was strong as well, barely even flinching at the agonizing pain when she brought enemy soldiers down. The Nether army was ruthless, they didn't have the disadvantage the Aether army had. It was better for the soldiers who weren't of his blood, they would only feel a twinge of regret at harming others, but his daughter. His only daughter who had fallen to her knees in a broken heap the first time she had to kill someone, she was the reason he hated his very blood. His precious daughter suffered from his curse and he hated it.

The two brothers envied each other, and as such, the war continued.

The heirs of the Aether and Nether fought at the front lines, burning the villages of innocent people and destroying large landscapes. The thing was, during the many battles and many fights, somehow, someway, the heirs of both the Aether and Nether formed a bond. Unlike humans, when beings of the Aether and Nether became friends or family or lovers or any thing above acquaintances, they formed a bond. It was weaker for just friends, but it grew stronger and more powerful as time went on. It wasn't a  visible bond, not by any means, but even a lesser creature would be able to tell if a bond was made. Usually, they were little bonds, weak and easily broken, needing nothing more than a tiny shove to dissipate.

The bond created between the heirs of the Nether and Aether was a rare bond. It wasn't heard of for a bond to grow that quickly and to be as strong as it was.

When the prince of the Nether, wounded and bloody, fell in the battlefield, he would've died if not for the princess of the Aether. Taking pity on the wounded soldier, she took him away from the battlefield in a flurry of wings and the light blue glow of healing magic. She healed him and he let her live in return. That single act sealed the fates of the Nether and Aether for the rest of eternity.

“Here we are,” Kieran informed the group behind him with a swish of his tail. He ignored their shocked silence as they stared at the small castle. He didn't really see what was so impressive about the whole structure, it was small compared to the two princess' castles in the Aether and Nether by a long shot. It had been hastily constructed once the two had been found, it was only big enough to comfortably accommodate the Celestians, Kieran, the princesses and their friends for the short time they'd be there. Eventually they'd blow up the structure, unless the princesses wished for the small castle to stay.

“This place is gigantic,” Ty murmured finally, craning his neck to stare at the tallest tower. Kieran rolled his eyes, commoners, before sighing.

“Hurry up, my job is to bring the princesses, and their company, to the meeting room and then I've done my dues,” Kieran grumbled as he ushered the group inside. He ignored the chatter behind him as he hurriedly tried to get them all to the meeting room as fast as possible, he was getting anxious. He couldn't wait for his princesses to finally remember once more, he'd missed them, though he would never willingly admit that out loud.

He stopped the group in front of a large pair of black doors, magic pulsed through the doors and Kieran felt his fur stand on end as he shot the group of humans a glare. “Stay here, I'll tell them I managed to bring you here,” he murmured before nudging one of the doors open enough to slip through. He made sure the door closed once more before regarding the shadow looking figures seated n various places around the room, forming a half circle in front of him. He bowed, chin on his paws before sitting down on his hunches.

“I've brought the princesses.... and company,” he explained, surveying the dark room with suspicion when no one spoke after a few minutes. He frowned when he noticed two of the main members weren't here and accounted for. He rolled his eyes, of course those two would be too busy bickering to show up to their own daughter's ceremony.

“Ah, Kieran, well, as you can see, we are missing Notch and Herobrine aren't present as of yet. We'll have to hold the ceremony when they deign to grace us with their presence,” Kieran gave a grunt in response to the sarcastic voice of one of members. His eyes narrowed as he realized what was happening.

“So, you're saying, that cuz my old man and his cranky brother aren't here we have to wait another day for the ceremony?” Kieran hissed out, seething in anger as a few members refused to meet his gaze while the one who had spoken up dead panned.

“No, I'm saying let's hold the ceremony right here, right now without the girl's father figures and without the large quantities of magic that our missing members hold. Oh, and of course, let's not forget The Items the two brother's hold in their possession.” Kieran looking away, shoulders slumping as the Celestian continued, “Let me remind you, puppy, that those Items are two of the most important parts of the ceremony. Now, hurry up and show our guests to their rooms, lest you show yourself to be an unfit host.” And with that, Kieran watched the members disperse into thin air.

Huffing in displeasure, and the slightest bit of embarrassment, he ignored the human's questions when he stormed out of the meeting room and barked out an order for them to follow him to their rooms, informing them about the change of plans with the hint of a growl in his voice.
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