Alexy's Story

The party for pursuing the blade Banatrix has gone mad from the wave that was released by Lilith. In the party was a young man named Alexy. Barely resisting the urge to rape and kill by focusing his mana into a mind barrier blocking the unpure energy. It was hard trying to focus not getting corrupted while trying to block and evade party members from raping and killing each other and himself. He could only bind them all with a spell to not move but it was taking a lot of his strength and mana. Beads of sweat appears on his forehead. His body is shaking and can't move because he had to focus.

After a minute his strength has drastically fallen. He lost some control on his binding spell and a party member got loose. They guy stared eyeing Alexy with lustfull eyes and started walking to him slowly, smiling. Alexy was terrified for he cannot move. His sweat started to become like waterfall and his eyes opened largely than normal from fear. The guy started sprinting to Alexy with his tongue out and saying "I want you!!". Alexy screamed like a girl "KYAAA!!" but still focusing on blocking his mind from the unpure energy and binding people. The guy almost got to Alexy then Alexy kicked he guy in the face. The guy fell unconscious with his mouth open and a shoe mark on his cheek.

Alexy lost focus and the unpure energy started to get to him. Everyone got unbinded and was starting to get crazy again. Alexy quickly finds his focus to shield his mind again but his mana isn't enough to bind people anymore. Seeing as the unconcious guy before didn't start to wake up, rape and kill people. Alexy grabbed someone's club like weapon and started hitting people in the head until almost all of them were unconscious.

Caylim,grabbing an arrow from her quiver she kissed the tip and stabbed it deep into the ground. The Moon's power cleansed the area and banished Lilith's influence. Her power wouldn't be able to reach them as long as the arrow remained planted in the soil.

"We camp here tonight." She ordered. "We'll be safe as long as we don't wonder too far off."

Alexy said "thank the gods" and fell on the ground, tired.

Maggot.

The lash did it's job, the fool was put in his place...but with all snakes, this one was sure to become an issue again in the future.

"You would disrespect me, force my hand...and ask of me a favor? You are more fool than I thought." she paused, allowing her will to wrap about his chest, lifting the dragon-thing from the heap of rubble he was laying in before setting him back on his own two feet. "Ask, if I am inclined I may answer. For now I want little from you save the date. My siblings are beyond your reach, but based on how many have dropped in to bother me..they are not beyond mine."

She turned away from the worm, half paying attention to whatever it was he wanted, calling to her one of her sleeping children.

It wouldn't do for the others to be released from that sword, they were sure to come bother her more, the Baron especially. But, if she were to stop that release from happening...she would remain virtually unstoppable- these New Gods were push-overs, a few out bursts more and they would be begging her to either stop...or continue. She needed to stop that sword from reaching it's destination.

Far away, and deep underground a mind responded to her call, awakening after untold centuries or slumber. Black eyes open for the first time since man has walked on two feet. It moves, slowly at first, warming up, but soon gaining speed as it's mass rushes to the surface. Those near it's exit point would feel a slight tremble of the ground, then a violent lurch, as something huge explodes into the air, spreading massive black wings. It's out of sight before any could make out more than a black blur.

Lilith smiles, one of her babies was on the job. Unlike this current generation of creatures...the old ones didn't give her any lip. The way it was supposed to be.

Turning her attention towards the Lycans again she is pleased to note that Conall had finished off that cowardly alpha. Drakenvold was momentarily forgotten as she moves towards the clearing and the gathered lycans. "Ah, good. Good. You will do fine. I needed a dependable alpha to run these idiots. You, what is it you call yourself?" she asks, gesturing at the blood spattered Conall.

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Far away...

It stretched it's wings, and shook off bits of accumulated earth, revealing an almost fluid outer coating of blackness. The being heard it's mother's call clearly, and understood it's task- Find the Sword, do not let it reach Grim Forge. Kill any who stood in it's way.

The instructions burned a crimson color in it's brain, they would not be forgotten. It's nose was working, catching scent of the potent magic that bound the gods to the blade- one of the creature's specialties, a nose for the arcane, and the prime reason Lilith had awoken this particular being. It had a secondary function as well- should it reach the sword it would emit a pheromone; there was a chance it would fail it's mission...but the pheromones would awaken a second beast..one of the Titans. Should the Sword be broken...the Old Gods in their weakened state would face one of the Unending Legion. It would be quite amusing.

The Hunter soared high above the clouds, it's massive shadow falling on any below and sending chills of fear down many spines...it's path carried it over those others seeking to stop the sword, it releasing a shrieking wail down at them- they were slow on the ground...while it could soar over all obstacles. The thief was in trouble.

Drakenvold was tired. But he pressed on. He had survived the ordeal with Lilith but at the cost of his left eye, which had popped, forcing him to wear an eyepatch over its ruined socket. He hated Lilith more than ever now, especially when he sensed the beast she had sent to try and steal banatrix for herself. He was tasked with rallying grim forges defenses for its inevitable onslaught, for it had failed in its task and was seething with rage. Inglip, mage of Arktorious, had took banatrix from the assasin and hurled the blade into the grim fire himself. Drakenvold had felt the old gods power return and ambled out of the cave, completely forgetting lilith and "the weirdo" as he recieved his orders from the Baron himself. Praxus knew the power of the older children of Lilith, so for this task he had given Drakenvold access to some of the finest seige weapons in the land and an entire horde of Darklings to command. Personally, he couldnt wait to fight alongside Inglip again, or see the combined might of Praxus, Azazel and Malakath in action. He felt giddy, so giddy in fact that he almost missed the sorry sight of Caylim and her party, still smarting from Lilith's influence.

I shall add to their woes, he thought, and have some fun, besides, i deserve it. He used the ruby crown to send them a message.

"Caylim, worthy goddess and her retinue, you hath failed, the old gods are free, and your destruction is iminent. You had no idea of the forces working against you, and you have paid dearly."

Then he began to target their minds, one by one

to Rolaf;
"Oh worthy knight, you are to the godessess as a ward is to a mage. But what happens when you fail, hmmm? I see your visions, of dear little Takira lying dead, cut down with you powerless to aid her, and, oh my, the LOOK mora gives you........."

To Athos
"Oh worthy Athos, accomplished assasin, you hide in the shadows, keeping away from gods, for you are in awe of them, they have touched you once before, i see. i see your visions, of the gods, new and old, standing tall at the top of a huge chasm, with their scornful laughter being sent to its depths where you lie, tormented by inner demons and succubi."

To Alexy;
"Your mixed genes have always been frowned upon, little one, but they are the least of your worries. You are a bumbling bafoon who is useless without his bag of hocus pocus. I see your visions, forced to lead your kin through a vast desert, but you never get them to their destination, and they die in their droves from starvation, and their ghosts haunt you."

To Zee;
"Oh." he exclaimed, cocking his head to one side "Ok then, lets just say you are very late." He said, realising her true agenda.

And finally, to Caylim
"Godess, you love your feeble 'Moon mother' and would not survive without her guidance, however, what would you do if she never rose from the sky? If her guidance failed you? There is not much to say about your visions, for they are exactly that."

He then adressed the whole party.
"Go back to your pitiful patron and tell her of your failure. If i had the time, i would kill you all right now, but I am afraid i have more pressing matters beyond your comprehension. But know my name, and fear me, I am Drakenvold, messanger of ruin, seated at the right hand of the Baron himself, when we meet on the field of battle once more, i shall crush you. Farewell, my little failures."

And with that he extended his wings, blocking the view of the moon as a final insult to Caylim, and departed, Cackling manically as he went. He was not possessed by rage, lust or a penchant for flesh and blood, oh no.

Drakenvold was just generally a psychopath

Caylim felt it. Long before the voices echoed around her, the voices of their faithful cackling at her failure. She felt it within the wind, within the sudden change of the moon's presence. Her Mother Moon was no longer hers, but another's.

She climbed.

Grabbing onto the nearest branch of the nearest tree she pulled herself up. She needed to see, to be closer to her Mother. She continued, higher and higher, the tree bending under her weight, but it still held her. She reached the top and could see. The darkness, completely invisible to anyone's eye, but Caylim could see it. Spreading, faster and faster until it was on top of them, covering every inch of the forest.

She coughed, her body lurching underneath the pressure, but she continued to watch it spread. She could hear the voices of creatures, mocking her. Digging inside of her company's head and revealing the truth behind them. Digging into her skin and mocking her for failing to protect her people, and the peace she craved for.

Mocking her Mother and her respect for her. Looking up at the Moon, Caylim could feel it. She was changing, no longer the Moon that sought to help people and guide them, but to be the bearer of monsters. The reminder that every night, something evil would come. Something would attack, and it was brought on by the Moon's power.

Caylim could feel it inside her. The connection between the her and the darkness that seeped from the Grim Forge, tugging at her stomach. It was calling her. Her own Mother, teasing her with promises of power and greatness. All she had to do was bring the Baron his ax. The mightiest weapon known in history. And the Moon had tasked her with finding it.

She could feel the Baron calling out to her. Knowing she knew of their arrival, and he taunted and teased alongside her Mother. Crying out, shouting for the entire world to hear, she armed her bow and raised it high. Releasing an arrow into the sky, it exploded in the Moon's light and rained down among the forest. The darkness dispersed, the wave of evil leaving the mind's of her company.

But she could still feel him. The Baron was still teasing her, pacing inside her mind with ease. Caylim climbed down from the tree just as the moon went black. No longer visible in the sky, an outline of where she once stood.

Light was still coming from the fire, however, and Caylim stood by it. She could feel the Moon still within her, and the goddess stabbed an arrow into her arm to relive the temptation. She felt her blood dribble down her fingers as several droplets sizzled into the fire. The Moon no longer was with her. No more temptation to be heard, no more calls to darkness.

Caylim and the Moon were now two different beings. One of the darkness and one of the light. Saying one final farewell to her Mother Moon, Caylim kissing her bloodied fingers and touched the fire. It burned, the pain an after thought to the reality of her situation.

Without the Moon as guidance, they were walking blind. Men and women who blindly followed her without knowing their true purpose, were now looking to her for answers. They knew the Old Gods were back, and now the Moon wasn't even on their side.

"Go home." She said to them. "Rolaf, Athos, Alexy, you may stay. I will need your skills." She said looking to the three individuals. "As for you, Zee. I knew there was something fishy about you. I will leave it up to the party to decide what to do with you."

"Once a decision is made we will be heading off. The Old Gods have awoken, and I know exactly where they are heading. We must move quickly. They will find us soon enough, we need to make sure we have the upper hand."

Among the people that was recruited to find the Banatrix thief was Barromier

Barromier is one of many master dwarven engineer in Atherea. He was recruited for his skill to create machinery for their travel to find the thief who stole Banatrix. The dark wave from Lilith didn't effected him because of his Dwarven genes that are immune to illusions but he was binded by Alexy who binded everyone including Rolaf. After he was unbinded, Alexy then bonked him in the head with a club and fell unconscious. He then wakes up just to hear Caylim a weird mind message from someone and Caylim to go home. Barromier was really shocked.

"What? we went all this way just to be told to go home?! is this some kind of joke to you gods?"

He continued rambling sarcastically "I suggested earlier we should just stay on the flying caravan but, noooeee~, you people wanted to camp on groooouuuund~"

Barromier yelled "Everybody get on the Caravan! Carry the unconscious and we are getting out of here and going home!"

He was to angry to care about respect for the goddest or The Knight.

Caylim turned his head to Barromier and said "we shall need your help too, Barromier. We shall need you to fly us to "Atop of Angles Landing"".

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Drakenvold was dissapointed at first, but knew that Azazel was probably right. Still, all that forbidden knowledge crammed in there......

But then he felt the tremors, and his doubts vanished, Baron Praxus had returned, and he let out a vicious cry to war;

"MY SERVANTS! You, have done well for a group of mortals. Now.....the time has almost come...The only thing stopping us, is my ax. As soon as we possess it, will we CRUSH the false gods.... and reign supreme!

And then the island erupted in a chilling chorus of proud war cries and stomping. Pride welled into Drakenvold's black heart, though he did not join in with the whooping and hollering, instead he burst into song. A deep, melodious tune taught to him by his mother, whom he murdered. It was a song that spoke of the legendary Draconus, the first free dragon leader, who led his kin to battle with Lilith's hordes eons ago, to show their true independence. When his mother had sang it to him, the melody was soft and filled with pride and a sense of courage. When Drakenvold sang it, the melody was deep and haunting, with a rugged, warlike quality. Drakenvold felt the back of his robe flutter as a shiver was sent down little Speck's spine as his master sang the sinister tune. His voice was not as loud as the Baron's, but most on the island heard the tune, the Baron himself included. This was Drakenvold's way of showing true respect to his old friend, not with some feet kissing, or some sucky -uppity speech of unyielding devotion, but with a melody of rage, death and war. He laughed at himself for fretting about Liliths monster, the Baron and his brothers could easily handle it. The beast could go stuff itself, the main priority was the ax, and the fall of the new gods. Drakenvold eagerly awaited the knowledge of his part to play in the coming battle. He had still not forgotten his promise to Caylim's splintered company;

"If we ever meet again on the fields of battle, I shall crush you. Farewell, my little failures."

Still, he found it odd that Lilith would send a single beast to deal with three immortal gods, a raging army of cultists, hordes of incompetent but highly strong Darklings and himself, a dragon who had aged slower than most and lived for many more years than most of his kin. The beast did not stand a chance, so why had the whore sent it? Drakenvold had a nagging doubt that she was up to something, as usual.

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Aron appeared before the group just before Rolaf could stray too far. He appeared just in time to hear Athos saying "I say that day has come. I say that time is now." no one had noticed Aron yet.

Aron placed his hand on Caylim's shoulder. She looked up to see it was Aron. Caylim was stunned for three whole seconds and suddenly hugs him "Aron!"

The group was drawn by Caylim's voice and saw their lord of peace, Aron. Some went down on one knees and bowed down while some just stood there watching.

Time was of the essence. He couldn't afford to waste time. He needed to hurry and warn Angles Landing right after gaining information about the moon. He slowly placed his hand on Caylim's head and showed her images of the moon turning from shining bright white to dark and black.

Caylim understood those images "the moon... mother..." she was silent for a while and continued "mother was effected by one of the old gods powers... which one, I cannot say. I am uncertain"

Aron had questions but with no voice to ask, it was hard. Showing images too another sometimes may be misunderstood. Aron decided to show Caylim another set of images of Angles Landing. Images of her saying complex words that would turn off the barrier that is protecting Baron Praxus lethal axe "Eternity's End" and taking it back to Mora. Caylim locked eyes with Aron said "I understand, brother"

Aron smiled at Caylim and took a step back and suddenly disappearing.

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When Alexy saw his lord Aron, he bowed to him. When Aron dissappeared, Alexy rose up to see Rolaf, a knight he always admired from when he was a kid until today, walking away. He decided to run to Rolaf "sir!" He caught on to Rolaf and started walking beside him.

"what is wrong sir..? ... where are you going...?" asking confused and curious.

"... Angels Landing..." Rolaf stated as he resumed walking, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Thats where i am headed... Those of you who think they can fight back, then we walk to Dragons Mouth..." With that, Rolaf walked east, his sword in hand and fire in his heart.



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Barromier heard Athos saying "I say that day has come. I say that time is now". A while later he heard Caylim calling "Aron!". He saw his lord Aron and bowed down. When his lord dissappeared, he rose...

Barromier turned to Athos and asked "time for what?" confused...

Before Athos could say anything, Rolaf loud voice is heard saying that he wanted to "walk" to Dragon's Mouth. That statement Barromier eyes almost popped out.

"We have a completely functional Airship and he wants to walk.... walk...? ... WALK???!!!" Barromier then goes berserk with a complete rage "WAAARRGHH!!"

Barromier took his wrench that was enchanted by Mora Ven and started bashing the Airship furiously. The airship broke and the engine exploded "KaBOOM!!" Barromier finally calmed down. Everyone was staring at Barromier thinking how are they going to go home now....


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Aron suddenly appeared at Angles Landing, outside of the shrine which kept Eternity's End. He stood there in the heavy snow for a while, examining the shrine. The shrine was protected by great barriers and wards meant to keep evil beings and their dark wave from getting through. The ward was very strong that it would take days for a god to break the wards and barriers down. But Aron was one of the New gods, he is one of the good god and were able to get in without any problem. Aron started levitating himself through the entrance where a dozen of Royal Paladins disguised as monks was standing guard. Two of the Paladins saw Aron and quickly bowed down. Aron waved his hand signaling them to get up. He continued walking toward the inner part of the shrine where more paladins stood saw him and bowed down to him. Again he waved his hands signaling them to get up.

He finally reached the deepest part of the shrine where the halls was decorated and a large golden statue of Mora Ven was placed in the middle. There were no axe in sight. Aron knows the Axe is hidden and decided to keep it where it was. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't take the axe because he had no voice to say the complex words to break the stronger ward that is protecting the Axe.

Aron stood before Mora Ven's golden statue. He closed his eyes, rose both his arm beside him and the wind started to circle him inside the shrine. Every paladin was still guarding their designated post, standing still. The wind got stronger and stronger and stronger. Aron's hair waving with the wind. Aron's body started to shine brightly while the wind kept getting stronger. Some of the paladins got shaken a little bit but they stood their ground, not moving. Suddenly white hibiscus flowers appeared and bloom around Mora Ven's golden statue. Flowers to increase the strength of the shrines wards and barriers. Then Aron started showing images in all the paladin's mind. Images of the old gods rising and trying to get their hands on the axe... Aron opened his eyes, his body stopped glowing... Every paladin in the shrine now got the information that the old gods has escaped... Aron then dissappeared and appeared beside Mora Ven in Mora's hall, The Inner Sanctuary.

A shade running through the woods.
She doesn't know what she is doing....she is entering in a conflict as ancient as the gods.She was running toward an unknown future.
Death?Defeat?Fear?Countless battles?
She was ready....death...a liberation,a way to enter in the Underworld...
"Shall Death be respected..." Not once such sentence flashed in the mind of Luna: her belief considerated death as a miracle,a promotion to be earned.
Thus who waste the life by poisoning themself,however they can't dream to pass a calm eternity.

There....she heard the voices...She slowed down,becoming silent and utilizing nature as a veil to maintain her invisibility.
She saw,with her black eyes,men,women and a flashing light behind the Goddess,daughter of Luna.

"the moon... mother...mother was effected by one of the old gods powers... which one, I cannot say. I am uncertain"

That sentence sconquassed upheavaled Luna's mind,forcing her to say something....yet another,stronger sense for malice forced her to remain silent.
She focused at the others,recognizing a dwarf,that was smashing something made of steel,a man trained by pain and technic,a knight followed by a wolf.

"So....these are supposed to defeat the Old gods...."She muttered to herself."Eyes are the window of the soul....the greatest deceiver ever"

She thought.She decided to make her entry.She rised from the bushes and revealed herself to the nature

Five meters of distance

She slowly walked toward the group

Two meters of distance

She knew that some of them recognized her presence.

She stopped,looking at the group.She appeared as Luna.She had enough games....the rise of Luna

"Fear isn't the solution....nor death: I greet you....I,Luna Duskstalker,last of the Cult for the Darkened truth...my eyes are open: we mortals don't have a chance against such powers."She stopped,to see if they were following her.
"Yet....Gods created us not to fight them...but to fight their enemies: Instead of facing Fury,war,death We should play clever: strike their followers and force their gods to join our cause.This is my plan....Luna Duskstalker,whose relatives were slaughtered merciless by the Light and left by the Death god....Arktorious..." She whispered the name of the dead god in a forced respect.

She looked at the group.Will they follow her?

She further walked,reaching Caylim.

"As I heard,Luna has been captured....If you want my opinion the Hidden sun is going to be the best ally....for me and for you."
"Fear not: I shall help you,Caylim,daughter of the Moon"

She said,fearless and proudly.Luna Duskstalker was reborned....with the mission of seeking justice.

Luna Duskstalker rised from the bushes and revealed herself. She suggested that mortals was created by gods to fight their enemies.

"What?!" Alexy was no doubt shocked.

Alexy started to rummage his bag and took out a history book of Atherea "we mortals were created by gods??" turning the pages quickly to find where in the book that stated that.

Barrromier was to busy destroying the airship and didn't noticed Luna Duskstalker.

"As I heard,Luna has been captured....If you want my opinion the Hidden sun is going to be the best ally....for me and for you."
"Fear not: I shall help you,Caylim,daughter of the Moon"

"The sun maybe the best ally right now but I do not have control over the sun" she continued "you are welcome to help us, Luna Duskstalker,last of the Cult for the Darkened truth"

Caylim started walking, following Rolaf. Some of the group members stayed and some followed.

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The airship's engine exploded, creating black smoke. Barromier was all covered with black dust and started coughing. He turned his head to see Caylim and the others started walking following Rolaf. He took the airships energy stone which is the source of the airships power and started running towards Alexy's side

"damned gods" Barromier said

"not yet, Barromier" Alexy smiled "not yet"

Athos eyed the newcomer with suspicion. The massive, moon blade she carried was unlike any he'd ever seen. Her dark armor clung to her as if was a second skin and she carried herself like she was considerately more comfortable in it then in casual cloth. The way she spoke tipped off the brilliant killer of her dark motives. Whatever she had planned death would surely follow. He had a mind to wash his hands of all of this foolishness but there was still enough of him left that was willing to fight to try and save this world. He clenched his fist but stepped forward to follow Caylim and Luna. He had no intention of joining the others to save the moon or protect Caylim. As far as he was concerned if you weren't mortal you weren't worth worrying about but he followed regaurdless. Willing to see at the very least how this all played out. With luck he may find some way to help rid himself of this trouble with the Gods entirely.

Luna was a little stunned: probably her entrance was way too....sudden.
She noticed it thanks to half of the members were doing something,like the dwarf smashing an engine,a man desperately searching for words in a book,and another guy stared at Luna.
She decided to give answers.

"Don't waste your times on book....the answer you search will never appear now: you should focus more on the incoming trouble....A godlike games of chess.
While the sun....yes it helps....it fills the living with hope."She answered,looking first at the Human and then at Caylim.
She hoped that he heard that,since the wrench beating against the engine was provoking a really loud and disturbing noise.
Here...the engine exploded,releasing a could of black smoke.

"Damned gods"The dwarf said.The human ironically answered:

"Not yet, Barromier... not yet".The smile on the human was hopefull

"Indeed...if we wish to survive we have to think positive...."Luna was thinking.Her plan was bizarre,if not impossible: how can she turn the other Old gods against their leader?

She left that idea....she wanted to know the group before planning.
A man in white cloacks and armed to the hair was staring at her...cryptic blue eyes....hideous...they are hiding something.
Luna knows that feeling: Loss...probably he lost a dear friend or a relative during the road.
Yet she doesn't want to lose the staring game: she looked at the Cloacked man in the same way: she suffered losses....many of them.

"Before we jump to the search for help....I want to your identity....and if you are willing to join.
You know me,but not my intentions...I'm fighting for myself...for the honor of the Cult and my family."
She said,with a challenging voice she was ready for everything: she knew that all the team could leave her.

The group had journey for a few days. During those few days, some of them grew close. Alexy and Barromier had introduced themselves to Luna Duskstalker. They told her some stories about their history and how and why the came to join the group. Alexy just wanted to help and try and know more about his idol, Rolaf, while Barromier was asked to help by Mora, not directly, to manage their machinery that he destroyed furiously.

They came to camp beside a road in the forest of tall trees, Wildlands of the Kitsune.

Caylim was feeling calm for that moment. Nothing has gone wrong for the few days. Rolaf has recovered fully and so have the others. There only flaw were only some negative energies that can be felt released by Athos. Caylim turned looked beside her to see Luna Duskstalker.

"I'm sorry that I have been cold to you, Luna Duskstalker" Caylim said

Caylim poked the campfire with a stick "you are right" and smiled "if we wish to survive we have to think positive.. there is still hope..."

A wolf came out from the darkness of the forest, dropped a bow on the ground. Barking and howling, he leapt all around it and started to grab Alexy's cloths on the wrist. Caylim turned to the wolf and recognize it as Taie, one of Takira's wolf. She examined the bow on the ground and was shocked "Takira's bow!" She ran to the wolf and pulled it by both cheeks "where is she, Taie?"

Luna followed her new-made companions,even if she liked to stay alone,little further than them.
She now knows the dwarf,Barromier,an engineer and Alexy,volounteer to the war.She often focused on the silent Rolaf,the knight.
The only interesting thing he found was that he was silent...maybe more than her.
Another figure that attracted her was the mysterious cloacked man: She thinks he is....imprevedible,unknown...maybe because they just met.
Few times she talked during the journey: she started to speak more during the camping.

"I'm sorry that I have been cold to you, Luna Duskstalker,you are right.if we wish to survive we have to think positive.. there is still hope..."

She turned to Caylim and looked at her with mercy.

"Hope is immortal,unlike us....however it seems that sometimes it leaves us....I should say sor-" Luna was interrupted by a barking wolf,that dropped a bow.
She followed Caylim and observed the bow,suprised....a mastercrafted oak bow,surely indistructible and probably enchanted.

"Takira's bow!" Caylim said,looking at the wolf.Luna had the time to think..."Takira....the Goddess of Nature?"
She thought,while Caylim asked to the wolf,Taie,where was the goddess.
Luna looked at her back; Barromier,Alexy and Athos,then she grabbed her Moonsilver blade,following the wolf in the deeps of the wildlands.

Taie sighed gratefully and began to sprint through the woods, barking and howling to keep their attention. Here! he wanted to scream, She's over here! He pounded the earth, praying that Takira was where she had fallen before. She hadn't even made it back to the hold before fainting on the ground, and Turka was to afraid to carry her without her being fully conscious. Finally, Taie slid to a halt in a clearing and bounded over to the small goddess, who sat on the ground, leaning back against her horse calmly.

"Taie," she smiled, "you're back. Did you bring them?" She looked up as the group came running through the forest, and stood shakily, "Hello, Caylim, everyone." She stumbled slightly, but was able to keep her feet, "I'm glad to see you alive."

She ran as fast as she could,careful to turn when the wolf turned,with her Blade.
She never turned back: she was ensured only to see Caylim by her side: they followed the bark of the wolf,hoping to quickly reach the wounded goddess.

There she is,the wolf stopped bringing them in a green glade.Magically the trees were placed as circle,like to hid the goddess from the world.

"Taie,you're back. Did you bring them?" The goddess of nature said,looking at the wolf,Taie.

"Hello, Caylim, everyone.I'm glad to see you alive."The goddess stumbled and Luna with a flash move reached the goddess...however Takira could keep balance,so Luna moved further.
She moved her hand over her breast,to salute the goddess.
"Am Luna Duskstalker,Goddess.You seems to be wounded,allow me to mend them" Luna said,positioning the Moonsilver blade on her back.
She looked at the Goddess: she appeared to be young,way too young and skinny.
She noticed her cloack and a dagger,but didn't noticed any important wounds.
She was preaparing to heal the goddess: afterall she could summon the plants to her aid.
Probably Luna doen't need help from her magical forces.
"By the way,Takira....what happened?" Luna asked looking the goddess with a certain curiosity.

"I have no flesh wounds, worry not, it is merely exhaustion." Takira took her sister's hand, trying to calm her, "I came on Turka, we were nearby anyway. The Dark Ones, the Old Ones...appeared to us. They are attacking soon, and I...I didn't know what to do. Mora needs help, Aron is awake, and I've...done something. Something inside of me is very awake, and very angry. And I need help. Can you come home? Please?"

Furrowing her brow, she felt as though the trees were telling her that some had been lost, yet they still lived. "Were...there two more with you? I think they've been lost in my forest. I'm sorry, I'll lead them out." She gently touched a tree beside her, and it all began to move, shifting, creating a path for the lost two to follow and find them all.