Amulet of the Elements Chosen of the Stone

In Evernia, the planet of sinful creation, it is said that no creature is created equal. The reign of dragons has come to spread over the many lands, while the hatred for humanity and those of Drathellian blood grows. Even still, the wealthiest of monarchs have come to be humbled by the might and danger of a noxious and plague spreading cloud known as the Raxionian Bane. According to legend, only the Keeper of the Elements can restore balance to the doomed planet, he or she that is the Chosen of the Stone. Prophecy states that the era of the dragon and the hell hound shall rise together as one to lead the masses of the lost, but will it stand true when two enemies face each other after centuries of war.
The Embryonic Era left the planet in a state of barren waste, rebuilt on the backs of those know as Tyliquin witches as well as the Wyvern dragons that now rest in extinction. It is unknown whether or not the gods have condemned the planet, or if the Bane has been created by the scor


4. Chapter Three

She found herself walking with bare soles upon the snow. Clouds hung thick in the night sky, the enchanting voice of a goddess singing into her ears. Just ahead within a moon-cast sky opened a swirling portal, one of vast size and great light. The sound was traveling through it, summoning her closer. The wind blew, its voice silent. Snow fell over the blanket of pearls causing the skyline to blend into the pointed heaps of snow.

"Come to me, seek me out." The voice sang as if an angel, the vocals of a young woman, it had to be. "Find me before it is too late, regain protection over me." The voice had begun to fade away as the portal came to close. The woman in white fell to her knees in sheer longing and regret, expressing the pain of a betrayed heart walking from the world of waking into this dream of a worried mind. As she came to wake, tears fell from her brown eyes. "I will find you, my daughter... I shall find you before the sun sets for a final time. As the mighty Selviyon is my witness, I shall not rest until you are in my arms."

And so a world of chaos had come, brother fell against brother, sister upon sister. The eyes of despair and touch of death are rapidly creeping into the world once blessed with tranquility. The hands of Halotia did not reach, nor did their will come to pass. The wrath of Drathell had come to consume the three life forms, the heartbeat of survival. Only he who had given all could ever hope to regain the stability of life, and only he could conquer the darkness to come.

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The Queen of Crystal Springs found herself awakened by the soft touch of her mate. She had fallen into slumber after a night of passion, and now the glow of it had ended. Eyes of vibrant blue revealed themselves as she turned over to her right side. The satin sheets covered her full breasts and sex, leaving her long sculpted legs to be admired. The sun's rays streamed through the stained glass windows of the royal bed chambers. The mixture of violets and periwinkle projected onto her gleaming body. The Arctic King's hand came to caress her outer thigh as a smile formed under his thick mustache.

"Good morning, my love. I see you have chosen to fall helpless victim to slumber." His voice was thick with the base of a stern man. But even so with such force behind every word, to her, he remained soft. She took in his scent and moved closer nuzzling herself into his chest. "Why have you come to wake me? Do you not believe your wife worthy of sleep to aid in eternal beauty?" He chuckled, holding her close to him, his thin lips moving to kiss the top of her head.

"Well, of course, I do. I wish you to have not only rest but the world, my dear sweet Hexonia. That has always been so and shall forever remain unchanged." A knock fell upon the door; the sound boomed into the silence of the room making Laxrindren cringe.

"What a way to ruin our morning." He spoke as he softly transitioned his wife from chest to pillow. Sliding from the bed, the King made his way to the double iron doors. Releasing the locks, he opened them both and stood within the small gap they had made.

"Morning, your grace. I come with word from Emperor Ramsra Raye'zore." "I see. What word is it that you bring from our father?" The messenger handed over a rolled parchment, the end tips trimmed in gold. "I am afraid I cannot answer that sir. He gave me strict instruction not to open it."

Laxrindren gave the boy an understanding nod and waved him away. He shut the doors and found his wife gazing at him with seductive eyes. "Who found their way to our doors so early? The sun has barely risen to greet the sky." "Just the messenger, young Falion, he brings word from father though what words he did not know." Laxrindren began to unroll the letter.

Dear son,

I wish the pleasure of your company within the confinement of Aurore. I want to share words of the lands and as for my daughter, assure her before your departure that everything is indeed well. I request that you persuade her to remain within the safety of Crystal Springs. Bring with you no more than ten guardsmen, perhaps a few of your best riding horses. We shall join each other upon the sands of the Isles of Nar. I am stationed in Sek, and I will await your arrival. Come to Jazzeer, the capital city, and I will explain further there."

-Signed Emperor Ramsra.

"Hmm...Jazzeer. I have not traveled its sands since I was a young Drake." Hexonia rose, hearing his muttered words and embraced him from behind. "What of Jazzeer, my love?" "Father wishes me to visit him there. Have words of business I'm sure." He wasn't sure; in fact, he had no idea what it was his father of marriage wished of him. The words: "Assure my daughter everything is well.", worried him.

"Oh! What a pleasant surprise I wonder what father has up his sleeve now. The way I take things, I was not invited?" She smirked and moved towards the nearby balcony and leaned upon its marble railings. Her keen eyes rushed over her lands of lush green grasses, tall trees of age and glass-born crystals of diamond. She looked outward wondering what it was that could be so secret even she could not know of it. She shrugged and simply assumed it the works of men.

"When do you depart? Jazzeer is at least a day's flight." Noticing her husband rummaging through the closets, she made her way in and aided him in dressing. "I fear taking flight is not an option. The Gales of judgment still hold watchful eyes over the Nar Isles. Unfortunately, my wings will not come to command the wind. I will be forced to ride the lands and sail the seas. I will admit though; this flesh has grown to be quite the vexatious disguise. I leave as soon as possible, but you must promise me you will remain calm in my time away."

She smiled, her arms desperately clinging to his strength. "I shall give my word, Laxrindren. I have healed, and though the past yet burns me, I know our future shall turn wounds into scars of promise." "You fill me with such pride, Hexonia. You truly are a being of purity. We sail upon the Red Fae. If you must reach me, send word to the ship. It will remain docked until I am ready to return home." He kissed her softly and finally after several long moments, let her go. "I love you I will return home within a fortnight."

With that, the wise leader cloaked his head and was off to his travels. Hexonia fell onto the bed, her hands turning to fists against the satin. Her mind raced over what her husband had set out to do. Why had her father chosen a land very near Aleanthos to seek the council of his heir? The entire situation rolled in her head like a whirlwind upon the dessert. For now, she would fall back into slumber; for now, she would rest.


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