Conquest of the Stars: Voyage of the Phoenix Dawn

[ThePharaoh]

The Return of the Phoenix

- 1 year ago -

The two elves stood opposed to each other, dripping sweat and blood from their bodies and wounds. Siblings, although it didn't stop them from clutching their weapons with all of their might. They were bound by blood but opposed by beliefs. A small elven female with red hair gripped a large claymore for support, glowing dimly healing her wounds. She was barely standing, but not close to giving up. With green eyes she glared at her brother who was fatigued but in much better shape.

"You killed our brother, can you kill your sister too?"

"I could, yes. But I will not Agorine Sylia. You need to open your eyes, They lied to us. About everything, The Taboo, The Skulls, Even about our Ancestors."

The elf shook her head, "You're lying! You have no business to speak on our family, you exile!" She ran after him, raising the blade to his chest. The old elf, blocked her attack lining the metal with light and repelled her back. "Agorine, you've lost. I'm taking this artifact and keeping it out of our reach. I hope you come to your senses..." Watching her, he knew she was unable to continue. Turning his back, carrying the Blade of the Falcon he mounted his Hawkstrider and rode off.

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-1 month ago-

A portal twists the air, bending it contorting the air and images around it before a cloaked elf appears with a loud pop, rapidly pushing air and matter away from the space he took. Blue idle runs of arcane lightning scatter over his person, he removes the large hood shaking his auburn hair free. "...King of the Sage." He kneels bowing to the elf he appeared in front of. The elder elf stood amongst ruins, in a white cloak as well. "No need for formalities my nephew." He said smiling exposing his wrinkles lining his eyes and lips.

Zariel nodded, but looked to the elf unsure and confused. His contemplation was easy to read, and his youthful presence was such a relief for the older elf. He sighed unsure how to begin. "What's on your mind, Zariel?" Diel'vani asked, his smile slowly spreading. "...I can't.... I don't know where...to find the third artifact." He said looking at his uncle only briefly. His mind was still trying to find the mystery. "The letter said, A Red Forest, given the time it was made we figured Azshara. We even found where it was supposed to be and it was gone." The smile on Diel'vani faded quickly, his eyes slowly widening to genuine surprise. Had this generation really surpassed the previous one so young? "Why do you want the artifact? For Power?" Diel'vani questioned, eyeing Zariel closely. "Well...it is a weapon, but power can be used to protect. To Defend. After the Seregon Fued, The Massacre in Sholazar, Our own family issues, I don't want any more death. There aren't that many elves left. What I do want for my family is to stop this, I want to bring to the light the will of Railynn and Jidaeo. I want to avenge my Brother's death. I love my family, my friends and I know I mess up but I am strong because of them. I am here because of them, I am going to gather our ancestor's armaments, give them to my siblings and together we will lead in balance."

The older elf observed Zariel for moments. He closed his eyes, thinking of his deceased sister. "I moved the artifact..." Zariel's ears perked up as he looked to his great uncle. "...Our family's council found out about the message left by Railynn, they were going to completely finish Jidaeo's legacy. You have a ship yes?" Zariel nodded, hanging off every word. The wind pulled his hair. "Prepare to sail to Silvergale Isle..."