The Crest Chronicles

[Amizon]

The Crest Chronicles​

You may have heard of Faith Crest and all of the things she may have done. There are many countless versions of this person, but I will tell you about the true Faith Crest. Despite seeing her in many dimensions, there is after all, only one of her.

If you wish not to see torture, pain and sorrow, I advise you turn away now and read no more of this tale that I shall tell you. I have discovered the story behind Faith Crest and now I will tell of this story to you, my friends. This fantasy tale speaks of such an innocent girl who wields unimaginable and unbearable power. She is ... Faith Crest.

In this tiny fraction of the Crest Chronicles, we shall explore Faith's past life. From what we know, her ancient self was only known as Amarra. She was born under the name of Amarra, but she changed her name to Nephitaty. She lived in Ancient Egypt in a time where great powers wanted to compete for control of the earth. But nevertheless, she was always Amarra no matter if she changed her name.

But is the past really important for the present and for the future? It is very important indeed to know of one's ancient self to proceed forward with their life. The past is sacred and I shall tell you the tale of Amarra, Faith's past self ...

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Chapter 1: Birth of an Angel

In the underground chambers of a sacred temple enriched with its gold bricked walls, a woman of middle age was in unbearable pain. She was holding on to the hand of a young boy who looked about nine or ten years old. He was tall for his age, bore brown eyes and short brown hair. A girl stood next to him and she was only young herself, probably about four years old. She was the average height for her age, had green eyes and black long hair that touched down to her hips. They were supporting this woman through her long and difficult pregnancy.

"Ramus," whispered the woman. "You ... you have your father's ... a-appearance."

"Mother, do not act like it is the end," said the boy, who was indeed called Ramus. "We will protect you from the world and I shall make sure of it! Myself and Isis will look after you, dear mother!"

The girl, who was called Isis, looked up at her older brother and buried her face in his white rag top. Ramus stroked his younger sister's hair whilst he held on to his mother's hand, which was gripping his own tighter than ever. And so, Ramus thought to himself for a moment. Mother, if you will not survive this, then I promise we shall look after our sibling. He turned to the servants also helping her during this pregnancy.

"Can you not do something?" he yelled.

"Master Ramus, we are doing all we can," said one servant, whose head was wrapped in a turban. "There is a high chance that the lady may not survive through this. I am sorry, my master. But it is ... the truth. This pregnancy has been taking its toll on the mistress. If she does die, then you shall inherit the temple, Master Ramus."

The prospect of receiving a whole temple from his family shocked Ramus. He was only ten years old, his father had died only a few days ago, his mother was definitely going to die and now he was going to inherit the temple that had been passed through their family since the dawning of time!

"Sereku," said Ramus. "Are you meaning to say that this temple shall be ... mine?" He said the last word with a whisper. It was a shock and a curse for him to be going through this. "You are wrong! My mother shall survive this!"

"Master Ramus, please," said Sereku, the servant who had been speaking to Ramus. "You are the oldest sibling in your family and therefore, all shall be passed to you should your mother die and there is a high risk that she shall fall to this pregnancy. However, you will have a new responsibility to hold at the same time. You promised to look after her, did you not? That would mean looking after your new brother or sister. You will not have to look after him or her all the time, but show your support and we can do this, my master."

"Ramus?" said Isis lowly. "Is mother going to die?"

Ramus looked down at his little sister, Isis, as he still clung on to his mother's shaking hand. He would soon know when she would die. His eyes showed of fear and depression. It would get worse if his mother would die. Shifting his eyes from Isis to Sereku, he answered his sister's question.

"I know not the answer, Isis," he replied. "However ... she will be in a better place." He looked at her again and then bent down to his knee to Isis's height. "She will be with father and we will have a new responsibility to take on, Isis. We must look after our new sibling. You do understand? Mother will leave us a great person for us to cherish and love."

"We shall have a younger brother or sister to play with?" smiled Isis as she asked her question. She was such an angelic person to look upon with her golden eyes and her big wide smile. Ramus found himself admiring Isis for the person that she was and the beauty she had inherited from their mother. "If we do, then the three of us can play together!"

"Yes, Isis," answered Ramus. "We shall have someone else to play with when they get to your age. I am going to look after both of you if mother goes to that better place I told you about. She shall be protected by Osiris and Horus, including all the gods. They blessed her with beauty and they shall bless her with peace when she gets there. So, Isis ... prepare for what is about to come. Prepare for our new sibling. Go and get the blankets! Hurry, Isis!"

"Master Ramus, perhaps one of the servants should go and -" began Sereku.

"You really think I want my little sister to witness the death of our mother?" he said, glaring at Sereku. "It is not right for her to see this. Please, mother. You shall not die, you shall live!"

The servants began to crowd around the woman and Ramus knew that the time had come.

"It is time, mother! Our new sibling is coming," he whispered in her ear. "We need one last push of energy to release it. I promise you, mother. Once it is done, you may hold your new child and be at peace."

"R-Ramus ..." shivered his mother. "You are very noble and w-wise. Protect your family and raise them well." And with that, she let out a cry. It was a desperate cry of pain to end this suffering that she had endured for so long now. Ramus was left only to offer his support and hold her hand. He looked like in pain himself as her grip on his hand was really hurting him. Crying and screaming for one last time, a baby's cry was heard. The servants wrapped the baby in a blanket and Ramus's mother let go of her son's hand.

"You have done it," said Ramus. "You have prevailed and give a life for another."

Sereku handed the baby to the woman and she held the child in her hands. "It is a girl, my mistress," he said to her. "She is so beautiful. I remember the momentous day that you were born, my lady. Your eyes ... they are so similar and innocent. We shall now leave you to your rest, my mistress." And within saying that, he and the other servants left the chamber leaving Ramus alone with his mother ... and his newborn baby sister.

"I ... this is my sweet daughter?" whispered the woman. "Sereku is ... right. She has the same eyes as myself, do you not see? A name ... a name ..." She was running out of energy.

"Save your life force!" said Ramus. "You can choose a name once you have rested and are well, mother. I shall take care of my sister with Sereku, I give you an oath to that."

"No ... my fate has been ... sealed ..." she panted. "I know her name ... it shall be ... Amarra. It means ... eternity. She shall live on for ... eternity. Ramus ... please ... take care of Amarra ... love her as her mother would do so ..."

"You must rest now," advised her son, taking the baby Amarra from her and cradled her in his arms. "Please, mother. You are running out of your own energy. Please! Consider this for your daughter!"

"R-Ramus ... this is my fate ... it has been sealed ..." whispered his mother. "L-Look after ... Amarra ... love her the way as ... I ..." But then her eyes were closed and her hand dropped from the bed.

Ramus knew that she was dead right away, although he had not wanted to intially admit it. "M-Mother ..." he whispered as the tears streamed down his face. "You gave your life up ... so that you could give life ... to Amarra ..."

But then suddenly, Amarra started glowing. Putting her on another bed, Ramus watched as small angel wings spurted out of her back. His eyes widened. His mouth was half open as Isis walked into the room.

"Is that ... oh, my ..." she gasped as she fell to her knees and bowed down.

"It must be," said Ramus. "One person would eventually become it. I would never think that this day would come now. This is a holy day." He bowed down also and kept his head bowed down also. "She has come. It was foretold that she would come. Our own Angel is here ..."

No sooner did Sereku and the other servants came into witness the power that Amarra wielded with just those angel wings in her back. Her small body kept on glowing with the light surging deep within her mind, body, heart and soul. "A holy day," whispered Ramus. "It is here."

It was the next day that the family and servants went up to the surface level of the town in Ancient Egypt to mourn the death of such a beloved mother. Many had attended this funeral or sending as it was called back then. Ramus held Amarra in his arms as she was wrapped around in a blanket fast asleep. Many people had come to also see the special child that she was. They had wanted to see the child that her mother had given life to and allowed to live. As the last few people left, Ramus and Isis stood there looking at the tomb of their mother.

"She truly has gone, has she not?" said Isis.

"She truly has gone, but she will be blessed with the eternal peace," said Ramus. "She can now rest and be with her love." He smiled and looked down at Isis. "Come, Isis. I will look after you and Amarra. Together, we shall be a happy family and play with Amarra when she has become of your age, Isis. Come now, we must go back to the temple."

He had already been granted the title of owner of the temple that they had been living in for so long. Ramus allowed Isis to be warm by his purple robes when she wanted some comfort. He would let her feel his comfort as she silently mourned for her mother with eyes of sadness and sorrow. For now, Ramus knew he would have to look after his newborn sister, Amarra. But even from looking at her bright eyes, he knew she was a special child already.

 

[Amizon]

Chapter 2: An Unlikely Encounter

Several years passed since their mother's death. Ramus kept to his promise to look after Amarra and Isis. With the assistance of the temple servants, it was known that Amarra was a special child indeed and that she possessed mystical powers beyond the ordinary. They were quite more powerful than the powers that Ramus and Isis had.

Ramus had the power to summon great strength from the gods and use it for his own personal uses. On the other hand, Isis wielded the element of lightning and could summon that at will. Amarra, however, was different. She was the angel that had been foreseen to be born in Ancient Egypt and do the good deeds to protect the holy ground from darkness. She wielded two elements surprisingly: the elements of light and fire.

And it was so often that Ramus went to the gods for advice and help on raising Amarra. He found it difficult to raise her so very much without their mother there. One day, he would find himself talking to Amarra and telling her of the fateful day she was born. The day when one life was given up for another ... and that day she would be told had come today.

"Amarra, stay close to us," said Isis.

Amarra was now twelve years old, Isis was sixteen years old and Ramus was twenty-two years old. The three of them were walking through the market and seeing what there was that they could buy. It had been twelve long and hard years since Ramus had raised Amarra and Isis. Isis was now old enough to look after herself and now she helped Ramus look after their little sister.

"Why do I have to stay close?" sighed Amarra. "I am not going to burn someone's head or even blind someone with my light. I told Ramus that I can control myself! Why do you always have to be so ... cautious, Isis?"

"It is who I am, Amarra, and you should respect your siblings," said Isis.

"Yes, she is right," agreed Ramus. "We respect you highly, Amarra. But you should remember to remain in control or -"

"- your powers will control you," said Amarra, finishing the line. "Ramus, you speak of that line for so long now. Why must you continue to speak of it if I already know of it?"

She was tired of following Ramus and Isis all the time. As a certain object caught their attention, Amarra seized this chance to run off and explore the town on her own. Suddenly, she bumped into two guards.

"A child on her own?" said one of them.

"SEIZE HER!" said the other.

Amarra ran for the rooftops and knew that they could not catch her there. In the meantime, Ramus and Isis had no idea that Amarra had gone missing from their sight. She ran as fast as she could until she came to a pole leading up to a home. Thinking this was a good way of escape, she climbed up it and the guards could not climb up after her.

"Hah! Try that one!" she said, but then a hand grabbed her as she reached the top. Amarra turned around and saw that there was a young man standing there. She didn't seem too afraid of him, but she assumed that he could ... help her. "Who are you? You are not with the guards, are you not?"

The young man smiled and bent down to Amarra. "Guards? No, young one," he said softly. "Are you being chased by them? Fear not, I will help you evade them. My name is Spectro and who might I ask you are?" He was quite tall, had short black hair that touched the bottom of his neck, his eyes were light blue and he was wearing white robes and sandals. In his right hand, he was holding a staff with a skull at the top of it.

"My name is Amarra and from what my brother told me, my name means eternity," said Amarra, replying to his question. "He told me that my mother chose that name and said I would live for eternity."

"Perhaps your mother is right, Amarra," said Spectro. "Well, I am sure that I can help you with your problem. The guards cannot climb that pole to my home."

"This is your home?" she said, looking around and observing what she was seeing. Her face was in awe. "This is a really amazing home, Spectro. I would love to live in this home."

The home wasn't much. It was just a single room only accessible by the pole that she had climbed up. There was a bed to sleep in and many prized possessions such as vases, clothes and other things.

"It is not much," sighed Spectro. "It was what my mother and father left me. They died when I was very young and I was left to cope for myself."

"That sounds awful," said Amarra. "My brother, Ramus, told me that my mother died after I was born. He and my sister, Isis, look after me."

"Do you wish you could see your mother right now?" he asked.

"Sometimes," replied Amarra. "I know Ramus said she was a special person to all of us. He said that I was a special child."

"A special child, you say?" said Spectro. "We are all special in our ways."

"But I really am special!" she exclaimed. "I can do things. I can make pretty lights and set things on fire!"

"Fire?" said Spectro. "Whatever you do, my child, please do not use that fire here."

"Why?" asked Amarra.

"Because I am also a special person," replied Spectro. "And I'll show you why I am a special person."

"WHERE ARE YOU?" yelled the guards.

Spectro walked to the edge of his home and there was a huge hole in the wall that was shaped like a triangle almost. He put his left hand forward that was not holding his skull staff. A stream of ice was shot out from his hand that connected to the hole in the wall in his home to the nearby building.

"Wow! You can do that?" said Amarra. She looked truly amazed by what Spectro could do, even shortly after meeting him.

"Yes, I can do that, Amarra," said Spectro. "Do you trust me? I will not hurt you in any way and I already consider you as my little friend."

"Little friend? Just because you surpass my age?" said Amarra, looking slightly annoyed. "I do trust you because you have not led the guards here already. I must apologise for intruding, Spectro."

"Not at all, my friend," he smiled. "Come now, we have to hurry. They are attempting to climb up the pole." As he put his skull staff aside for now and making it disappear in his robes, he extended his arm to Amarra. "I will help you, Amarra. I like you already."

"And I like you too, Spectro!" said Amarra as she did grab Spectro's hand. They jumped through the hole of the wall and then slid down the ice path to the next building.

Now that they had gone on to the next building, Spectro made stairs made out of ice, so that they could easily walk down to the ground. But they had to be quick though because the sun was hot today in Ancient Egypt and it would melt the ice easily. Once they were on the ground, Amarra saw that Ramus and Isis were running towards her.

"Praise Horus! We finally found you!" said Isis.

"Why did you run off, Amarra?" said Ramus, looking cross, but tried not to be.

"I wanted to explore Egypt, Ramus!" smiled Amarra. "The guards came after me, but Spectro helped me. He's a special person like me too, Ramus and Isis!"

As Isis took Amarra's hand, Ramus looked upon Spectro and bowed down showing his respect. "Thank you ever so much, Spectro," he said. "I am Ramus and this is my sister, Isis. I'm sure you have already met Amarra."

"It is no problem, Ramus," said Spectro. "It is good to meet you and Isis. I am just glad for Amarra."

As Amarra stood there, Ramus spoke to Isis privately.

"Well, it seems that our sister has now gotten herself a new companion," said Isis. "He is very friendly and is supposedly special. What should we do? They seem to be friends already."

"I am very overprotective of Amarra, but he seems to be taken by her," said Ramus. "I would like it if he could become a friend of her's. Amarra having friends would be nice, even if it is just one."

And so, the years passed by. Spectro became Amarra's only and best friend. He knew about how she was a special, gifted and blessed child. He learnt the truth about her birth and he decided to protect her since he heard she was destined to do good things. Spectro went to go live with Ramus, Isis and Amarra as a friend and Amarra's loyal guardian. But her legacy had only just begun. There were more things to come ... and that would mean that evil would be coming.