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[ MOUNDCHAP'S STORY MEME ]
Here's a chance to hash your brain over a story you may have in the works. Each answer will be part of a WIP, just relax and let it flow!

Story Title: Magical Girl Hexaris: Guardian Chronicles [MGH:GC]

What inspired you for this story:
It gives history to the original MGH story, so I guess that's my 'inspiration.'

Give us 3 different words that describe this book:
Chaos, Magic, Legend

Who's the main character:
Hexaris

What's his/her story, in one or two sentences:
A witch revered as a goddess for her immense divine powers. Acts as the fourth and only true mortal Guardian of the designations.

Who's the antagonist:
Chaos - The personified force of disorder. Can be sealed, but cannot be destroyed.

Name some other characters:
Tarakos, Ietus, Aeves

What is a unique feature of this world:
4 designations - Divine, Elemental, Spiritual, and Null; everything has a designation/property/aura.

All right, what's this whole thing about anyways? Give us your summary as it is now:
I'm not half the organized writer moundchap is, so I'mma just slop down whatever.

This is basically the story following MGH and MGH:itB explaining the truth behind the original Hexaris as a person, and later as a Guardian and 'Goddess,' as well as how her legacy came to be.

Now you've got our attention. Give us a memorable quote or two:
>: I haz none.

So how 'bout some spur of the moment stuff instead?

"I am not called the Beast Titan for naught," Tarakos rumbled, clearly irritated, but subtly pleased that the witch had decided on his company. He was a frightening figure to behold, some twenty feet tall, with four arms and a pair of stout bull's legs. A wild mane of hair, seafoam tipped with an icy blue, ran down his back, ending in a long, shaggy tail that swept the floor as he moved. However, in spite of his massive, brooding form, he was gentle.

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The Guardian of Death turned. There was a slight tautness in her smooth brow, but little else in terms of a recognizable expression from behind the gauzy veil. "My eyes...?" The quiet, feminine thoughtvoice was hesitant. "I cannot open them --no, they must not be opened. These eyes of mine...will take the life of anything they see. Likewise," A slender, ghostlike hand touched her thin mouth, "These lips devour souls so they may never be reincarnated again."