The Fragmented Six (Six Chances)



(38) Part I | 6c: Outsiders Looking In • Part I End

Who was your favorite of the six?
Olive Chance
17.14% 17.14% of votes
Cadence Morello
17.14% 17.14% of votes
Werner Waltz
34.29% 34.29% of votes
Maria Gloria-Fernandez
8.57% 8.57% of votes
Atienna Imamu
14.29% 14.29% of votes
8.57% 8.57% of votes
Total: 35 vote(s)

A note from elmwynn

New poll added December 10, 2020

Yuseong Haneul—though he preferred the name Claire—sat on the ledge of the belfry overlooking the New Ram City’s market square. It was crowded as usual given the time of the day, but even still, he was able to pick him out from the crowd.

Ariesian Prince Olivier Chance. He was standing at the exit of the marketplace, looking back with a determined expression. At his right was Trystan, and at his left was a birdcage.

Claire thrummed his fingers in thought, but a shadow dancing in the corner of his eye distracted him. He turned. A woman stood there. Her hair was a light blonde, her eyes an ice blue, her nose hooked and prominent.

“Why do you enjoy being stepped on so much?” she asked.

“Hey, I’m not a masochist,” he sighed. “But in order to create a better world, you need to be willing to make a few sacrifices.” He turned his attention back to the square and back to Olive.

She didn’t respond and instead followed his gaze to Olive. “Is he really one then?”

“Yup,” Claire affirmed with a thin smile, resting his cheek on his fist. “He’s like—”

“My Lord, who are you talking to?” came another voice.

It was Soha who had just climbed her way up the tower. She stood behind him without her mask. Her confusion was clear as her gaze swept the empty bell tower.

Claire chuckled. “To myself like usual.”

* * *

Leona approached the two-way mirror and peered inside.

Izsak Wtorek sat in the room on the opposite side of the glass. His hands were bound, and his eyes stared forward into nothing.

“They got rather close this time,” the man who stood next to Leona murmured. “ELPIS… to think they’d taken an Ophiuchian agent…”

Leona glanced at him. His brows were furrowed, his lips drawn tight, eyes focused on the man on the opposite side of the mirror. An expression of loss.

“But they’ll continue making the same mistakes over and over again,” Leona returned. “Struggling like an ant.” She observed Izsak. “Don’t worry. Izsak’s and Ophiuchus’s reputation will be saved since we pinned his actions on the act of illegal manipulation conducting. Of course, we’ll keep him here and alive to see if ELPIS decides he is worth retrieving.”

A soft chuckle. “With all due respect—from one saint candidate to another—ants are quite powerful when they work together, Leona… but, thank you.”

“No need to thank me. That aside, you can still crush them with your boot—ants, that is.”

“This was hopeless from the beginning. They should know this.” Another chuckle. “Well, your temporary problem and the end of the border conflict aside, we’ve had good developments. Virgo has finally come out of isolation after some prodding. Unexpectedly, it was a daughter of the Imamu tribe that did it. And… you found one of them?”

“Yes, a True Conductor. A pretty amusing one.” Leona smiled. “I’ve already put a tab on her, but we shouldn’t make a move until we know who she’s connected to.”

“That’s good. We’re close to the syzygy. True peace at last.”

* * *

The pitch-black warehouse smelled of iron.

“They really went after you, Omicron,” came a voice from the shadows. “From the Twin Cities to Aries to here.”

“No, they didn’t send a saint candidate. They must not see us as enough a threat.”

“That’s a good thing. Usian failed and the Geminians still have our shipment. Plus, Verga’s dead.”

“Right. The Romano Family and the Foxmans.”

“We have to get it back.”

“And the Ophiuchians have two of ours too. What a headache.”

Moonlight spilled into the warehouse, illuminating a lake of crimson. The bodies that floated in the pool were identifiable only by the white sashes wrapped around their arms. The whiteness of the sashes matched the whiteness of the snake-like tattoos of those who stood above the corpses.

“We’re the only hope left.”


Part I End.


A note from elmwynn

TBC in Part 2: The Illusionary Six // A Copper Cadence for Solitary Maidens

The Twin Cities is a place of duality where good coexists with evil. Cadence Morello is adept at this balancing act which is why she has taken to her psychic connection with an Ariesian prince, a Capricorian soldier, a mysterious pirate, a former chieftain's daughter, and a peacekeeper quite well. It has almost been like a dream. However, in this city of illusion, reality cracks along the daydream. Love blurs into hate. Past into present. Selflessness into selfishness. Acceptance to vengeance.

The fragments appear: a reunion with a loved one, a locked cave murder mystery, underground negotiations, a limitless bounty, a citywide territory war, encounters with True Conductors, and the remergence of ELPIS who aims to clean the city of sin. The illusion has shattered. It is time to face reality.

The bets have been set. The cards have been played. Now all that's left is to watch the dominoes fall. The secret of ELPIS is finally revealed, and the truth lies close to the heart.

> Part 2 will be be a darker, more dramatic story with more of a focus on Cadence and Jericho. The others will still have their time to shine, of course!
> Major Part 2 themes: the good vs the bad of love, perpetrators vs victims in circumstances/situations, sympathy vs empathy, trust, and taking responsibility

> Thanks for reading up to this point! If you enjoyed the story, please consider leaving a rating/review! 

About the author


Bio: Hobbyist writer, epidemiology graduate student, case investigator, retired weeb. I don’t have flashbacks; I have cringebacks. And the person who rings me up the most is Spam Likely ♡
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