Closure- Something that Selah believed was a fundamental right to every living thing. To be left without it created an empty void that something was meant to fill, an emotional vacuum that would take up the beings very will to go on. Without closure, things were always different. They were dull, and gray. Without closure, someone may completely change. For Selah, Closure was the most important thing in the world. Everything ran on it, ran on the feeling of knowing that she knew what happened, that she felt like what had happened was all that would happen. Closure kept the world turning, because without it- everything would just stop one day.
Sunlight beamed in through the window of Selah's room of the Sabertooth guild hall, particles of dust glimmering faintly in the morning rays. It was the start of a new fall day, the trees had begun to turn color- the brilliant, verdant green of summer shifting to the wonderful auburns, oaken reds, and vibrant yellows of the harvest season. The air had begun to cool, and the days slowed down as the year gradually began to end. Birds chirped outside, their melodic songs carried by the wind as they flew past the guild hall on their way south in search of warmer, more habital climate. It was Selah's favorite time of year, the time for festivals, song, dance, and best of all- Pumpkin Flavored Brandy. Oh Selah just adored the stuff, but they didn't sell it any other time of the year. And so, with spirits high Selah awoke early with a smile on her face, her grin stretching ear to ear as she moved from her bed to the window and peered out to the vast city and mountains below. Wind picked up and carried the scent of candied apples from the stalls below.
With a quick shower and stretch, Selah donned her cloak and headed out into the guild hall, seeing it quite sparsely occupied- only a few mages who had just gotten back from jobs, along with the even fewer early risers sitting about and communing in the grand hall. That's what happens when you wake up at the crack of dawn, you get nice quiet time. But Selah had one thing on her mind, and that was getting herself some Brandy to kick off the day. She made her way over to the bar, hopping over the counter and starting to peruse the shelves of alchohol, failing to find any brandy at all. It was all just wines and booze, nothing even close to what Selah wanted. With a groan, Selah turned to lean on the counter, spotting a note with her name on it.
Sorry Selah, we won't be getting any new shipments of Brandy for week,
everyone got to it before you! Don't worry, next time ill be sure to save you a bottle of
your favorite! -Casey
It had been left by one of her guildmates, a 26 year old woman who regularly worked the bar at night, or whenever Selah wasn't around to do it herself. Casey was nice, and often did save a bottle or too for Selah despite the fact that it was against the rules, so Selah was always greatful for her whenever she came through. With a content sigh, Selah folded the note and placed it in her pocket. Might aswell check the job board then, see if there was anything that needed to be done while she waited for the shipment to come in. Hunting, finding lost items, escorting, just the usual jobs you would find. She would have to choose one of them if she didn't find anything interesting. Lucky for her however, tucked in the very bottom corner of the job board was a paper, starting to brown from age, with an acceptance awaiting stamp on it. Selah picked it up, reading the faded words on the page carefully. It went into very brief detail about strange events going on in the phoenix mountains; missing persons, dead creatures, plants starting to rot for no reason. Just general spookiness that intrigued Selah, prompting her to press her thumb against the approval awaiting stamp on the corner. The intricate details of the stamp glowed blew, before a small lacrima appeared before Selah, hovering in the air for a moment, radiating a blue glow before dropping into her hands.
Without warning, Selah's vision and mind went blank. No thoughts at all, nothing. Images began to flash, first of a deer- its skin a sickly green, fur falling off and exposed meet and bone in areas that its flesh had been torn by lord knows what. Selah felt sick and empty looking at this image. Next came the same deer, now looking at Selah, with flies crowding it. The third image flashed, once more of the desecrated deer, now attacking Selah with rage in its eyes. Selah felt violent, disturbed, and ready to pass out. Next, an image depicting a flock of birds, each lacking varying amounts of feathers and flesh, all staring at Selah with cold, lifeless, and cruel eyes. Another image quickly flashed, now of the birds swooping down and attacking Selah, they grotesque bodies mangled and destroyed by something unknown. The final image was a bear seen from afar, not in quite the same state as the previous animals, but still afflicted by something. Selah regained her consciousness, finding that the job request now had a few more words written on it- Dispose of the undead creatures and find the cause, 500,000 jewel reward. The reward nearly made Selah's eyes pop out of her head, 500,000 jewel?! No, she couldn't take it. Those animals were in pain, she couldn't take money just for helping them come to peace.
She wasn't going to do this alone however- The startup mage found herself in the guild housing once more, leaving a note on Mash's door made of hardened neon (An element all the great alchemist's knew how to use well) that was sure to grab his attention. It simply stated that she had headed to the phoenix mountains, and to meet her there for a job with a great reward. And with that, Selah set off for the Phoenix Mountains, knowing just what to do.
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