The Emissary of the Flame

Prologue: The 19th Century.

The darkness had already devoured the busy streets of the city of Manchester. The twinkling lights from the stars above were the only guide a person could see when he decides to catch a glimpse of the night sky. Though it was already late in the evening, the citizens of Manchester were still crowding.

Carriages were still running on the roads, people in business were still immersed in selling their goods on the side of the pedestrian lane, gentlemen were still going in and outside of their workplace from the tall, brick-made buildings, and ladies and older women were still having small talks about the latest news about their beloved county. One would immediately recognize the continuous and vast changes this new era of the 19th century would offer to its next generation.

The people were still wearing formal clothing—the typical coat and tie for men and long dress with a petticoat for women. The historical significance of the architectural design of the late 18th century can still be perceived along the avenues of each town and city of England. Yet, the obvious advancement in technology can already be observed because of the newest invention made by the infamous Carl Benz, particularly the very first model of transportation, operated by a gas engine which we could call “cars.”

These were all the reality a normal person would think about in the 19th century. Still, contrary to the reality of this era, there had been another side to this whole actuality. The society every person lived in had been masked by this portion of reality they could not view. There had been another side of the story that would and could only be witnessed and told by people chosen to be its spectators.

And this hidden story has always been referred to as the hidden war between the opposing sides of the White Order and its knights, versus the armies of the Unknowns created by the concealed identity of the infamous myth, called the Prime Millennium.

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A young man was walking along the hallway of the hotel he had been staying in since he had received a mission to verify a piece of classified information given by his superior. He was wearing a long coat with a hood. He was not a thief nor a criminal to hide his identity, especially during this cold evening, but he is one of the chosen spectators to this other side of reality.

He was able to greet the exact beginning of the 19th century in this place, yet he did not have any single idea how he would answer the very question of why he was deployed in this city in the first place.

He could not care less if he would be able to return to the main branch of their headquarters in London, but all he wanted was to go back to the place where his familiar bed resides, so he could get all the sleep he had been missing since he was banished from this mission. Unfortunately, he was the only one capable of finishing the task given by the order.

Once he reached the door in front of the large staircase of the said hotel, he slowly opened it and had immediately seen the last person he wished to see at that moment.

" Hey! Zenny, how have you been?" His colleague asked him while uttering a smile.

He nodded. This would always be his usual response to anyone who would ask him about this matter. "Give me the details for this mission."

" Oh!" His friend let out a sheepish smile. He knew how much his colleague had wished to go home, but he could not because he still had unfinished business in this city. "You did not even bother to respond to my sweetest smile, my Zenny~."

"Shut up, Seven." He glared at him, which caused Seven to giggle upon seeing his reaction.

It was obvious that his friend was displeased by his endearment. Now it was Seven’s turn to become serious about the topic he wanted to talk about with his friend. His facial expression changed into somewhat momentous. "Well, a keeper had found data regarding the possible bearer of the Flame's eye."

"Here in Manchester?"

"Yes," He pulled out an envelope from the coat he was wearing and handed it to the former. "I know you have another mission here, but you are the closest to her location.”

Zen silently received the envelope. He pulled out the file and immediately scanned the information inside it.

He was not saying anything, but his friend knew that Zen was analyzing the documents. "She might be the reason why Unknowns are gathering in this place."

Seven turned his back on him and walked towards the large window of the room. He then gazed down at the busy people on the streets of Manchester. "She might be the treasure the order has been seeking for almost hundreds of years."

"The Emissary of the Flame," Zen muttered.

"I hope to see her soon, Loryzen. We cannot wait any longer. Unknowns will have their own way to find her soon, or worse, the Prime Millennium, himself, will go on a pursuit to locate her."

"You will, Seven." Now it was his turn to be peculiar. His eyes were now glowing with a yellowish hue in the visible darkness.

The envelope he was holding had turned to ashes when a flame from his hand had suddenly burned it. "Now, will you excuse me? I still have a flame of the soul to validate."

The silent sound of a person disappearing resonated inside the room. And the last person who was left behind knew that his best friend would be the only one capable of finding her.

Well, locating missing treasures was Loryzen’s most trusted ability, anyway.