Avatar: The Northern Air Temple の小説・ストーリー

He didn’t look too bad except his choice of clothing was questionable. “Hi. I’m Ava and—“ “Your identification card??” He demands with a scowl on his face cutting me off. Rude much? I give it to him and he types in the code on his computer immediately printing, and handing both the schedule and the card back to me. He looks at me up and down, giving me a nasty look when he’s done. “Shut the door on your way out.” What the fuck? “Is something wrong here? I mean you don’t even know me.”

Right now, there were angels within the temple praying and they had to somehow distract them to be able to grab the anti-device which lay levitating on top of the fountain which splurted upwards at the very middle. Feral instantly called unto the VR internally and as they approached the temple they were besieged with greetings from all corners. Angels who embraced them, ones who shook them, and even ones who kissed them! By the time they had finally reached the temple, they were in a very sorry state except for Paws. Feral not wanting to be here for even a second called unto the VR and with a soft tone commanded, “Reality conjuring and mind bind.” {Ding! Reality conjuring activated!

Fluff mind linked and then dashed off. Jamie rolled her eyes and walked into the temple. Temples would normally be dedicated to one main god or goddess. However, in small towns and villages, a temple space can have multiple alters. The main alter in this temple was dedicated to the God of trade, Monsole. There was also another large altar dedicated to the Moon Goddess, and then a smaller one to The Crone. The first two alters had many offerings of food, jewellery and flowers. The Crone Alter was bare.

“Y-You...” The avatar’s eyes were filled with rage as he stared at Andrius before slowly dissipating. “Hmph!” Andrius snorted coldly and put away the spear. However, he did not notice the avatar imprint a mark on his body right before he disappeared. “We shouldn’t stay here long. Let’s go!” Andrius did not get complacent after killing an avatar and immediately brought the still-dazed Aria to flee. Etherium Immortal Palace. It was a place nestled on a mountainside and shrouded in celestial mist with flying cranes, giving off a serene feeling.

Ava said. Earl squinted. "That sounds worse." The temple accepted prayers, but Aunt Lan accepted no nonsense. I decided I liked her immediately. Then the blue fire bent inward, and all liking became a luxury we could not afford. It had once been human. Maybe. Now its spine bent the wrong way, and paper talismans were stitched across its mouth. Its hands were folded in prayer, but the fingers pointed toward the ground. [Warning: Below-Prayer detected.] [A hunger born from unanswered worship.]

The Great Creator placed his grand throne right at the top of the earth where his people are making a home, at the middle of Atla and Miragin, where these two high points of earth meets. A life in utter beauty and solace, it is the divine plan for His subjects, and they praise Him for His greatness and power. ------------------------------------------- Just like that, Naran who’s just there to see the punishment for the sinner who entered the forbidden cliff, Atla, is about to take a long journey to the temple of Axis libru- Although Niru doesn’t know anything of its whereabout, Lux told him a very important detail. DEOS III- END

He even thought in his heart that his best friend was long dead and forgotten. The Northern Tribes isn't the type known to mess around with. They were strong and violent people. When Gouria had seen in a vision for the third time the woman whom his daughter was with and after so many findings it was made known to them that the woman may be the vicious Queen Atlas and thus Anderios and Aron had gone on a disguise and journeyed to the North. A plan is to send Aron to the Gates because he has a mother who is of the Northern tribes.

They reached the Solar-Tether—a massive spire of liquid-metal that connected the asteroid to the gravitational fields of the two stars. ​Standing in their way was a Siphon-Avatar—a being of pure "Nothingness" shaped like a faceless Nora Davis. ​"The error must be erased," the Avatar whispered. "The machine was perfect until you gave it a heart. Now it is broken. It must be recycled." ​The Friction of the Machine ​Nora didn't wait. She began to play the "Song of the Sundered," but she didn't play it for the humans. She played it for the Computers.

But I felt the bond between us tightening. Not as warriors. Not as leaders. As survivors of truths no one else had ever faced. The Temple in the Air We reached it at dusk on the seventh day. A temple suspended between two cliffs, floating above a chasm with no bottom. Its steps were carved from cloudstone, its spires crowned with stars. The wind didn’t howl here. It whispered. Rafael exhaled slowly. "It looks like it doesn’t belong to this world." "It doesn’t," Dahlia said. "It belongs to what comes after."

"The priestesses don't just enforce the peace, the Temple itself does." Vehicles were already parked in the cleared area before the Temple, and representatives from the major packs had arrived ahead of us. I recognised the insignias of the Eastern Crescent, the Shadow Vale, the Iron Mountain, and several others. And there, standing apart from the others, was a contingent bearing the North Territory markings, Alexei and his supporters. Even from a distance, I could pick out Alexei himself, tall and severe, with close-cropped dark hair and the rigid posture of a military commander. His cold gaze fixed on our convoy as we parked, his expression revealing nothing.