Post by Silver_Highwind_Magician on Apr 14, 2010 19:27:46 GMT -5
A great legend foretells the coming of the Martyrs who possess the ability to control supernatural ghostly beings called Eidolons. Among them all is the one Martyr blessed with a special heart --- one strong enough to seal away the ultimate darkness, Chaos. It is this special heart --- The Cornerstone of Love --- that will decide the fate of mankind
[Chronicle Opening Theme - I Got You (The To Moose Remix) by Leona Lewis]
15 years ago...
The year is 1995. Certain aspects of this era might be nostalgic of one's childhood. But, this story cannot be truly told if we ignore certain points in time. Where there is a story, there is a story's origin --- a thing from which something develops, or a place where something comes from. This leads us to the life of a certain young man in a place called Ziweiyuan, China.
He is a monk... 16-years of age and not truly in tune with the affairs of the world. His name is Zhu Di --- the youngest son of a high priest. Taking a part-time job at a museum known as Zijincheng --- a landmark that was once known as The Forbidden City --- Zhu Di stands out as the most productive of the monks of Ziweiyuan. He is one of the youngest caretakers of the museum, and has taken this job to teach him another aspect of the doctrines of discipline. But, at the same time, he hates his job with a passion.
(Damn! Why do I have to be the stand-in for that lousy Gong Taici?!?), mentally questions the irate caretaker.
His thoughts are silent, but are filled with a lot of irritation and anger. Zhu Di is not one to stand around and be used, but his father --- High Priest Zhu Yuanzhang --- tells him a very important thing about his job that sticks to the young monk's mind like glue. He angrily ponders these words that echo from the back of his mind like an endless song.
(My son, your trials will bring you great fortune. You must suffer through your hardships and become stronger! Keep your heart strong, Zhu Di --- in the name of our family lineage!)
(I've got your family lineage RIGHT HERE, ya lotus smoking geezer!), mentally barks the angered monk.
One of Zhu Di's supervisors notice the petard actions of his worker --- Zhu Di is angrily clutching onto his broom with both hands. Zhu Di notices his supervisor looking at him and instantly changes his attitude --- he begins to act happy and bubbly with a very unbelievable chuckle to play over his anger. The supervisor leaves Zhu Di, giving off a very suspicious departing facial expression.
Zhu Di heavily sighs his nervousness away... That certain incident was far too close for comfort. But, it is little things like that --- almost getting caught --- that makes the day more interesting. If Zhu Di did not go through risky situations like that, a day like this one would be rather boring. Zhu Di reflects on that idea and thinks out-loud about it.
"Zijincheng isn't what it use to be...just my luck", calmly complains the working monk. He sweeps his collected dust into his dust pan and scoops it up. He mannishly says in irritation, "Tourists and their bad habits --- makes me want to throw in the towel! Not even my sister's slave-driving Wushu training is this tough! I swear it...I'm going to quit at this rate..."
A cooling gale rushes across the region, making the young monk stop what he is doing for the moment. He always takes these times to enjoy the breeze hitting his skin by closing his eyes and allowing nature to cool him down. Having worked hard for several hours, a nice relaxing breeze is always appreciated.
All of a sudden, in the midst of the wind, a cloaked woman walks past the basking monk, strolling a baby in a carriage in a mysterious manner. Zhu Di does not notice the young lady passing by, and is oblivious to her presence. The gale is so strong that all sound of the baby carriage's wheels is fainted to the extremity of one being unable to trace the sound.
The mysterious woman leaves the carriage at the foot of the palace stairs... The gale fades away and Zhu Di turns around to notice that the dust has been blown away by the exceptionally strong gale. He silently thanks the heavens for such mercy. But soon sees the image of the lady orphaning a baby carriage. Zhu Di tries to catch up to the lady to confront her.
"Miss --- miss, miss, miss, wait!", urgently pleads the running Zhu Di. He is unable to catch up with her for the lady moves rather quickly. The caretaker catches his breath with a big sigh and irately says, "Huh! What a pain! You'd expect her to turn around after yelling to her so many times!"
The sound of a baby's crying from the carriage causes the caretaker to head in its direction. He arrives to the carriage and notices a little multiracial baby boy crying for its parents. The caretaker, being raised as a monk, picks the baby boy up and begins to gently pet and sing to it.
The infant baby instantly calms down and feels that the young caretaker is a kind person --- this baby has taken a liking to Zhu Di. Zhu Di has done the same for the baby, almost as if he were a father at an early age. This is not so, but Zhu Di feels the need to help this child in any way that he can. But, should he take the baby to the authorities --- who care little for missing children reports and would probably put the baby in an orphanage --- or should he take the child home with him to Ziweiyuan Temple? He takes consultation to the heavens, bows upon his knees and presents the baby to the Tianxian --- the celestial immortals.
"Fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters of heaven --- what must I do with this babe that belongs to another? Should I allow the authorities to orphan it, or should it become one of my brothers? I beg for an answer from you --- please?"
The winds pick up, once again, and the sun is hidden behind the clouds --- the atmosphere turns pitch black following a fluctuation in air pressure. The heavens part, and the image of a nightingale --- coated in God's eternal luminescence --- descends from the clouds above. The glow of the celestial bird trails from its tail and decorates the atmosphere with a unique and sensible beauty.
Zhu Di stands to his feet with the baby boy secured in his nurturing embrace. He lowers his head in respect to the legendary messenger that has come to bestow upon him the answer that he seeks. This messenger --- Tianxian Yeying, the nightingale of the celestial immortals --- lands its little feet upon the left shoulder of the young monk. Zhu Di pays very close attention to the luminous nightingale, as the messenger speaks to him with resonate oscillation.
"The heavens have spoken! Zhu Di of Ziweiyuan --- youngest son of Zhu Yuanzhang --- the Highest One has ordained you to be the Xiandao of this infant boy. He is the chosen one, Zhu Di --- the one who will surely rid this world of Chaos. Nurture him, train him and love him as if he were your own, young monk. In 15 years on this very day, the second day of April, Chaos will fully manifest itself and bring forth a time of destruction!"
"Destruction?!?", fearfully bellows the young monk.
"It is then that the babe --- who will be a young man at that time --- will embark on a journey that transcends dimensions, time and space in order to save the universe from eternal silence within The Darkness. Until that time comes, you, Zhu Di, will be his guardian."
"Okay... I accept this task, great messenger.", humbly answers the obedient monk to his celestial messenger.
"May the Tianxian watch over you for all eternity, Zhu Di. Until we meet again, keep your heart to the skies above --- and soar on the wings of destiny. Farewell."
The messenger ascends into the skies with immaculate gracefulness --- transcending the clouds into the heavens. Zhu Di looks at the cooing infant in his arms, and sees that it is giggling at him. A smile comes to the face of the young monk --- the smile of a guardian. Although he is not truly the babe's blood-parent, Zhu Di feels that he should always be there for him. Zhu Di gives the little babe a kiss on its head...the babe coos and giggles once more. The young monk sings his song, once again, for his honorary new baby brother.
[Chronicle Opening Theme - I Got You (The To Moose Remix) by Leona Lewis]
[The Nightingale]
15 years ago...
The year is 1995. Certain aspects of this era might be nostalgic of one's childhood. But, this story cannot be truly told if we ignore certain points in time. Where there is a story, there is a story's origin --- a thing from which something develops, or a place where something comes from. This leads us to the life of a certain young man in a place called Ziweiyuan, China.
He is a monk... 16-years of age and not truly in tune with the affairs of the world. His name is Zhu Di --- the youngest son of a high priest. Taking a part-time job at a museum known as Zijincheng --- a landmark that was once known as The Forbidden City --- Zhu Di stands out as the most productive of the monks of Ziweiyuan. He is one of the youngest caretakers of the museum, and has taken this job to teach him another aspect of the doctrines of discipline. But, at the same time, he hates his job with a passion.
(Damn! Why do I have to be the stand-in for that lousy Gong Taici?!?), mentally questions the irate caretaker.
His thoughts are silent, but are filled with a lot of irritation and anger. Zhu Di is not one to stand around and be used, but his father --- High Priest Zhu Yuanzhang --- tells him a very important thing about his job that sticks to the young monk's mind like glue. He angrily ponders these words that echo from the back of his mind like an endless song.
(My son, your trials will bring you great fortune. You must suffer through your hardships and become stronger! Keep your heart strong, Zhu Di --- in the name of our family lineage!)
(I've got your family lineage RIGHT HERE, ya lotus smoking geezer!), mentally barks the angered monk.
One of Zhu Di's supervisors notice the petard actions of his worker --- Zhu Di is angrily clutching onto his broom with both hands. Zhu Di notices his supervisor looking at him and instantly changes his attitude --- he begins to act happy and bubbly with a very unbelievable chuckle to play over his anger. The supervisor leaves Zhu Di, giving off a very suspicious departing facial expression.
Zhu Di heavily sighs his nervousness away... That certain incident was far too close for comfort. But, it is little things like that --- almost getting caught --- that makes the day more interesting. If Zhu Di did not go through risky situations like that, a day like this one would be rather boring. Zhu Di reflects on that idea and thinks out-loud about it.
"Zijincheng isn't what it use to be...just my luck", calmly complains the working monk. He sweeps his collected dust into his dust pan and scoops it up. He mannishly says in irritation, "Tourists and their bad habits --- makes me want to throw in the towel! Not even my sister's slave-driving Wushu training is this tough! I swear it...I'm going to quit at this rate..."
A cooling gale rushes across the region, making the young monk stop what he is doing for the moment. He always takes these times to enjoy the breeze hitting his skin by closing his eyes and allowing nature to cool him down. Having worked hard for several hours, a nice relaxing breeze is always appreciated.
All of a sudden, in the midst of the wind, a cloaked woman walks past the basking monk, strolling a baby in a carriage in a mysterious manner. Zhu Di does not notice the young lady passing by, and is oblivious to her presence. The gale is so strong that all sound of the baby carriage's wheels is fainted to the extremity of one being unable to trace the sound.
The mysterious woman leaves the carriage at the foot of the palace stairs... The gale fades away and Zhu Di turns around to notice that the dust has been blown away by the exceptionally strong gale. He silently thanks the heavens for such mercy. But soon sees the image of the lady orphaning a baby carriage. Zhu Di tries to catch up to the lady to confront her.
"Miss --- miss, miss, miss, wait!", urgently pleads the running Zhu Di. He is unable to catch up with her for the lady moves rather quickly. The caretaker catches his breath with a big sigh and irately says, "Huh! What a pain! You'd expect her to turn around after yelling to her so many times!"
The sound of a baby's crying from the carriage causes the caretaker to head in its direction. He arrives to the carriage and notices a little multiracial baby boy crying for its parents. The caretaker, being raised as a monk, picks the baby boy up and begins to gently pet and sing to it.
Come and dance with me, let us play within the sky
Tell me what the birds sing of, and to where they always fly
To be honest, I just want to be with you
My nightingale, I adore you
My nightingale, I adore you
Tell me what the birds sing of, and to where they always fly
To be honest, I just want to be with you
My nightingale, I adore you
My nightingale, I adore you
The infant baby instantly calms down and feels that the young caretaker is a kind person --- this baby has taken a liking to Zhu Di. Zhu Di has done the same for the baby, almost as if he were a father at an early age. This is not so, but Zhu Di feels the need to help this child in any way that he can. But, should he take the baby to the authorities --- who care little for missing children reports and would probably put the baby in an orphanage --- or should he take the child home with him to Ziweiyuan Temple? He takes consultation to the heavens, bows upon his knees and presents the baby to the Tianxian --- the celestial immortals.
"Fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters of heaven --- what must I do with this babe that belongs to another? Should I allow the authorities to orphan it, or should it become one of my brothers? I beg for an answer from you --- please?"
The winds pick up, once again, and the sun is hidden behind the clouds --- the atmosphere turns pitch black following a fluctuation in air pressure. The heavens part, and the image of a nightingale --- coated in God's eternal luminescence --- descends from the clouds above. The glow of the celestial bird trails from its tail and decorates the atmosphere with a unique and sensible beauty.
Zhu Di stands to his feet with the baby boy secured in his nurturing embrace. He lowers his head in respect to the legendary messenger that has come to bestow upon him the answer that he seeks. This messenger --- Tianxian Yeying, the nightingale of the celestial immortals --- lands its little feet upon the left shoulder of the young monk. Zhu Di pays very close attention to the luminous nightingale, as the messenger speaks to him with resonate oscillation.
"The heavens have spoken! Zhu Di of Ziweiyuan --- youngest son of Zhu Yuanzhang --- the Highest One has ordained you to be the Xiandao of this infant boy. He is the chosen one, Zhu Di --- the one who will surely rid this world of Chaos. Nurture him, train him and love him as if he were your own, young monk. In 15 years on this very day, the second day of April, Chaos will fully manifest itself and bring forth a time of destruction!"
"Destruction?!?", fearfully bellows the young monk.
"It is then that the babe --- who will be a young man at that time --- will embark on a journey that transcends dimensions, time and space in order to save the universe from eternal silence within The Darkness. Until that time comes, you, Zhu Di, will be his guardian."
"Okay... I accept this task, great messenger.", humbly answers the obedient monk to his celestial messenger.
"May the Tianxian watch over you for all eternity, Zhu Di. Until we meet again, keep your heart to the skies above --- and soar on the wings of destiny. Farewell."
The messenger ascends into the skies with immaculate gracefulness --- transcending the clouds into the heavens. Zhu Di looks at the cooing infant in his arms, and sees that it is giggling at him. A smile comes to the face of the young monk --- the smile of a guardian. Although he is not truly the babe's blood-parent, Zhu Di feels that he should always be there for him. Zhu Di gives the little babe a kiss on its head...the babe coos and giggles once more. The young monk sings his song, once again, for his honorary new baby brother.
Come and dance with me, let us play within the sky
Tell me what the birds sing of, and to where they always fly
To be honest, I just want to be with you
My nightingale, I adore you
My nightingale, I adore you
Tell me what the birds sing of, and to where they always fly
To be honest, I just want to be with you
My nightingale, I adore you
My nightingale, I adore you