Journal Entry xx Date xx/xx/xxxx
"I had to find someone. They called her the White Priestess. Generic as it sounds, her life told by others seem to be full of creation, I couldn't tell if it was from truth to false. I had to find out for myself. They say she is young but her wisdom is as old as the birth of man himself. I needed her help. I was not alone for I had Noah by me. Where were to meet in London where they say the White Witch had resided. Was she in hiding? So many spells had cloaked her face, it was by luck that I've managed to track the last remnants of her magic echoed in these areas before she effectively removed it. The mask of Impero taunts me, with lust and power. For some reason I felt as if someone was calling it..... home."
A December evening with hard rain falls clouds the sun, "Such a depressing weather." the witch commented, she enjoyed the sun in all it's glory, she missed the touch of it warming her skin, but for now she had to tolerate the rain by shielding herself with an umbrella and a large money-worth trench coat to hide her rather provocative dress that touched right above her ankles where it was one inch away from finger length. She was not in style with the weather but a girl had to do to stay nice and pretty. She had hoped Noah was already waiting at their compromised location, where the famed Big Ben cloak tower was located. The smell of smoke lingers and is fortified due to the weather, it reeked. Her nostrils were stained even as she passed the smoker it stuck onto her sense of smell.
The smell of smoke grew stronger, who knew this city housed such addictive blowers, men with strong features and large trench coat that were not particular well in what she call fashion, but it was a guess that they had the freedom to wear what they wanted. Too much thinking and staring that Sakura herself didn't know she would walk straight into another person. The soft bump between her and another man with a charm facial expression shocked her, "Sorry ma'am." the voice of etiquette compared to their American brothers, the accent was of a better structure class and no less different than Sakura's herself. Her heart was already destined and the witch herself apologized and moved on, she couldn't leave Noah waiting any longer, she was already late as it was. "Dammit that smell!" it bothered her, reaching into her purse she touched the mask of Impero, stroking it as it hid from sight inside her purse.
She reaches to the left of her bag where there was a needle sticking out of the of the end of a loose seam, pricking her finger deep enough, she felt the pain. Slight and a bit tingling she moved her right pricked finger to touch the side of her right temple. Pressuring the blood out she as her hair hid the crimson droplet she marked herself with a dot matching her print. It didn't take long as the cold wind allowed the blood to quickly dry and stain, this was for psychic measures. Across the street from her she saw the marvelous cloak tower and a handsome prince waiting for her, a charming American. The sky's dim light had fainted allowing the darkness and shadows to come and play, scorching building with it's negative luminescent and the street lights was the only fire to see through it. "Sorry Noah." she said as she walked up to him from behind, the smell of smoke swift her way again. It was odd as only the two of them were present, maybe it was the lingering touch of smoke that stayed on her from earlier "Sorry for calling you out here, but there's someone we need to see here. I'm not sure of who she is, but I had a dream..." she was beginning to sound cryptic and dull, something that could be pull off of a book. "She could help us with this mask." she revealed the mask of many history to the prophet.
"A war for this very precious mask is already set. I've had the prestige of keeping it safe, but I feel something dragging it, a call from someone. It's not Impero but another voice." the only voice left to hear now was the sound of nonstop drizzling rain and the hushes of winds flying through them. "You remember the Purifiers, right? Somehow I feel that they're connected in this mess as well. A week ago I managed to infiltrate a base of their's in Kansas. I saw documents regarding the Celestial Map and the four cornerstone of Balance... At first I thought it was all a myth but they actually found it, surprisingly." she was letting the information sink in to Noah's brilliant mind, he was catching on, wanting to hear more, "It was suggested in one of the journals I also found that it if touched with all four, they form the Celestial Key. A key which allows the wielder to transcend reality, far more power. The wielder could alter the energies of Earth." the smell of faint smoke grew stronger again... something wasn't right "They've already have three of the four objects. The only one left is called the Sword of Souls. These artifacts have been traced down upon many cultural groups with each different stories connecting them to one. I need this person whom I'm searching for to help us.... my dream depicted her as a figure of hope to help us change the course of the immediate future to bring in our favor.... I know it's a lot to take in, but I'm going to telepathically inform Impero. Hopefully you'll comply and help me find her...", turning her back she touched the dry brownish blood hidden on the side of her temple with her left hand holding a strong grip onto the mask as she now proceeded to a private conversation with her love in Spain.
"Darling I'll meet with you soon. There is another that could help us, hopefully she'll agree. I'm with Noah right now and if he agrees to help it'll make it so much easier for this search party. Hopefully I'll find her in tim-" she heard the sound of ruffling trash to her right. It was the same man she had bumped into, with his presence known he removed his failed espionage and rose into the street lights with two dozen of other men. Removing their trench coats they revealed their black gear with a the Purifiers' symbol embed on their chest and now they brought forth their mask to hide their holy faces from sinful eyes.... "We're surrounded by the Purifiers, they caught on-" she was forced to abandon her psychic voice and confront the strike of a fist coming right at her. As it flies forward she moves her head with her right hand she held grip onto his arm, with her right leg she thrust towards his stomach which pushed him back with pain. It was proven fact that they heard every detail of the conversation. She didn't have time to watch out for Noah, the duo were practically surrounded and the smell of smoke grew. She saw the burning object in their mouths, it was a sort of weakening gas and she felt it, her body was feeling woozy. She fought the temptation she curl up and sleep, hiding the mask away in her purse holding a martial art-like stance, her eyes peeking back and forth in the corner of her eye lids. She only hoped that Noah was behind her guarding her back as well as his.
Now there was no cover from the rain, she dropped her umbrella the minute she used her telepathic gifts. The rain was soaking her hair and it fell like sweat trailing down her face. There was a cold silence that only broke with the approaching foot steps of the many Purifiers. They pulled out their blade, ironically they named their tool as the "purging blade" there was nothing to purge from Sakura but she hoped to used it to rid of their own madness and ignorance. Her black ankle stiletto heels was shaking, she wanted to thrust it onto another's body like she did seconds ago. From her sleeves slips out twin sais, in both her tender palms. She swirled them back and forth trying to scare off her enemies but it failed and so she moves in for battle. The weather had made the battle dramatic, it was as if she was performing for an invisible audience with her in lead, spot lights on her.
The sound of colliding metal, grunt, and body piercings dome the area. But more and more were coming, they were prepared and was willing to do anything in successful taking the two down. Her careless fighting maneuvers backfired on her as a purifier stabs her in the abdomen, he was working in unison with his many allies, dancing in rhythm and fought like illusions, hard to differentiate. "Ughhckk." she gagged as the blade slithers in her body and out causing her to fall down on her knees then the floor. It was unbearable, the gushing flood of her blood spat out. They came for what they wanted.... the mask of Impero. With their objective complete they disperse into the four corner and off with the winds, bodies cloaked by shadows and rain. She threw herself onto Noah's chest and cried out while telepathically projecting her thought to Ishin "The mask it's gone, it's gone... they have it." she repeated the same phrase over and over like a scratched record as then passed out, falling into a slumber of darkness.
There she dreams of the doll like girl who mirrored herself awaiting to be found.