Nara Selstin's Story

Julius 27th, 3047. 11:00 pm.
Night and day the darkness covers Jensens limp, lean, and weak body. Tied in metal chains to walls of bricks, screaming in his head but from his mouth not even a pip. He'd been locked up in this cell for days, two weeks to count exactly. Barely given any food and water, his body was bound to rot in here. His only hope was a trail. That was all he needed. All he needed to get out of here! His parents would come for him, set some connections up in the court house. He'd be free! Come on! Where were they!?

A candle flickered in the corner, outside the iron bars of his little musty jail. And by that light men sat in shifts, hardly attractive for being Angelic Entities. Their wings were rusty and grey, covered in dust. He scoffed, hardly took care of the things. His own wings shuffled in pain, closed in on his back and bounded to the wall with chains. He wasn't used to being in this position. He'd always had his wings spread wide for the whole world to see, sunglasses on as he bathed in the sun with each step down the busy side-walks of Saloriel. Admiring the beautiful scenery, hitting on the ladies and gentlemen who watched him with envy. Damn, he just got an ugly thought. Levi Harondal, that venomous pretty boy! It was his fault he was in here, trapped in the dark, no light, no fun, no life. Everything was gone.

The sounds of sturdy heels against cold stone echoed throughout the room, great, miss Smarty Carp was here. He looked up to a lady wearing all crimson, with long wavy light blue hair that fell down her shoulders like waterfalls. The roots of her head and some of her hair were colored a rusty black, naturally that kind of look wouldn't have been possible in the past. But thanks to her, anything was possible.

”Pleasant as always to see your beautiful face,” Jensen spoke sarcastically. She looked with pleasure from a height at the man dying inside, tilting her head to the side at his remark.

”Oh, Jensen, cut the act out already. We all know you hate me, its quite alright.” Nothing stood out to him in this pale light except her dooming crystalline eyes.

"Whatever, wench just tell me when my trial is?" She started to laugh; with lips of poison she told him thus.

"What trial, you foolish clown? Stupid men like you belong in the ground! I wear a crown, you wear a sack. I am the law... all else, including parasites like you, are trivial?” She shook her head disappointingly and posed her simple yet luscious body against the cell and smirked at him. Jensen wanted to smack that calm expression right off her pretty face. If he wasn't in these chains, she'd be scared, very scared.

”Poetry, that's sweet and all, but I'm no poet...and I know it.” he replied cornily, ”Now, seriously, cut the analogies and get to the chase! You don't wear no damn crown, you're just a lab rat!” he hissed. She put up her pointer finger and shifted it back and forth.

”Ah, ah, ah. You can shout and you can yell, but from this day your home's this cell. No one comes here but those I command, your chances of freedom are none, I'm afraid." Her words echoed in the space, his hope ebbed away. With that she walked off, no elegance and only stiffness in her hips. With a dry throat, spent soul and head in a mess, the candle blew out.




In my dream I see a man,
banished to the Tellus land.
Falling from the sky with broken wings,
she was sure it was Jensen Shackles, from his midnight, pitch black wings.
Why was he in her dreams?

The next dream is filled with many Angels
roaring, screaming, yelling, barking battle cries
Fighting, slashing, with their greedy blows
But a date, Sphira doesn't know.


Augoost 27th, 3047


Isn't that today!?

The next dream she sees her own kind
Grey skinned with bright red eyes
Dealing blue-prints with a light headed girl,
ordering Jensen's death and the start of war.


”Angelica, the time is now. Decree war!”


The next dream put Sphira into shakes,
Dwarves and humans torn limb by limb,
By robot 's hand but not by mind,
Children, parents, friends, all killed.

Rivers turn red burning in a Blaze of Glorious Fire;
For it's what they, the Alps, have for so long desired.
Flashes! Slashes! Screams! Cries! Blood! Disaster! Chaos!
She couldn't take it anymore!
Please, let her just wake up!


Sphira jolted up from her bed, sitting up right with harsh breathes. Sweat trickled down the sides of her face as azure markings dashed around her skin in a frenzy. What was that!? Was it a vision, or just a dream? Sometimes she hated to dream, the visions of fire and chaos never seemed to let her wake refreshed. She glanced to her right, where glowing vines that told time hung. Augoost 27, 3047. 3am.. The date mentioned in her dream. Beside her, her husband rustled in the bed, turning on his side with his back facing her. She reached over and pulled the stem of a bluebell flower and lighted up at her touch, shining light out onto their leaf bed and verdure room. Vines hung down from the canopy above. Blue and white roses grouped at the bases of trees watched in silence, never moving. The Queen stepped out of bed and hurried over to her fountain. It was across the room, between two big trees where roses with deadly thorns adorned the ground. Behind the fountain, their wall was made from vines that grew themselves into a snowflake. Through the cracks you could see small bluebell lanterns outside the Elvens homes, hanging from their porches. When would a peace like this spread throughout the whole world? Sphira gazed into her own reflection, staring into her deep brown eyes coated with tiny sapphires.

”Spirit of the earth, that watches over time.” Sphira recited, dipping her fingers into the water, letting the ripples flow over the clear surface. ”Ancestors of Elven legacy I call upon you, by war we are not bound,” The water glowed an effulgent beryl, and ice crystals gradually began to form from the bottom up. ”Tell me, Queen Sphira Leyroux, do you tell me a vision, of war to come?” At first, the water in the fountain moved lazily side to side. But then it became like monstrous waves that froze into sheets of crystalline ice. The object stood in silence, before shaking uncontrollably. Chattering and clinking, bits and pieces of ice popped off of it. Behind her, her husbands voice whispered.


”Sphira?” he asked, but she ignored him. The iced fountain burst apart, and mist surrounded her. Her husband could no longer see her. It was as if she was sucked into another world and white cloudy mist was her backdrop with sparkles of light filtering in here and there: Magenta, Cyan, Yellow, Lime, Violet, and Crimson. These small lights started to form together, making images. Crimson became dominate, and all Sphira could see was blood and gore. Lifeless bodies on the ground,limbs and organsof humans and Dwarves scattered across Tellus land. The image changed, morphing into the picture of Angelica Crystoff. She tilted her head and squinted her eyes, the Crystoffs? What did they have to do with the war? Again, the image changed. It displayed a portrait of an Angelic, wingless. She recognized him, he was the Shackles son. Parents who had been loyal to her and the Earth Crawlers mission since they were born. They gave their son for this mission, so that he could live in the world they had only dreamed of and read in history books. But she had seen him falling through the sky. Was he going to die? Or was it a metaphor?


”SPHIRA. THE IMAGES I SHOW YOU ARE TRUTH.” A booming voice echoed in the empty space, and could only be heard within the mist. She touched the image of Jensens face, and he disappeared.

”What does this all mean?” she asked,
up to the voice.

”THE WAR IS COMING TODAY. ” it voiced darkly.


”W-what?” she was in shock, the information Shackles parents had given to her-that they retrieved from their son- said the War was not to begin till 3 months from now. ”But that's not-”

”IT IS. THE ALPS HAVE INTERVENED. YOU MUST WARN THE DWARVES. GIVE THEM THE BLUE-PRINTS OF THE S.H.I.E.L.D. AND SEND OUT TWO ELVES TO WATCH THE WAR, THEIR PRESENCE IS VITAL.” He interrupted. Sphira ran her fingers through her disheveled hair, pacing back and forth. Why? Why did this have to happen? She foresaw the Dwarves victory a month ago. Curse time and history for being so tricky!


”Right away.” she was about to exit when he spoke again.

”SPHIRA...LET JENSEN COME.” were his last words before she exited the other dimension, a rip in time. She fell to her knees, it took so much magical energy out of her to talk to the Great Elven Spirit of Time. What had he meant by that? Let Jensen come.... Her husband rushed to her side, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face and gripping her shoulders.


”What did you see Sphira?” he was obviously concerned. So was she.

”I'll tell you later. Right now,” she lifted her head up and her eyes shined a light that burned nearly brighter then the sun. A fire with an icy hue. ”Get me Clara, Nara, and Sylzara.” the lights in her eyes shook before popping out, becoming bright, burning balls of will-o-wisps. They burst away, through the cracks in the vines of her snowflake. ”Hurry,”

The outside of the castle was blocked by verdure tree walls that rose up high into the night sky. Massive trees were scattered closely in the large mass of sapphire water surrounding the castle, branches tangling within one another and arranged bridges. It formed a river to the ocean. Warm apricot-toned light from lanterns shined, peaking from within the hunks of wood, showing signs of life within the trunks. The gate vines stretched out to one another and tied themselves together, two wood pillars next to it with bursts of fiery icy and violet hues flaming at the tips. Empty boats floated atop the water, neon green magic sigils making a path across the water through the gate for Sphiras guests to walk on. Crickets chirped as the view of the castle became visible once passing the gates.



Silver doors embedded with magical signs pushed out from a tree bigger and taller than any British castle. The wood was a deep brown alloyed with crimson red, and on closer inspection could see thin white strips of energy passing through the cracks. Patches of lush green grass inhabited themselves around the floor doors and bosky fog enveloped the castle. Two elven guards stood at the entrance to the castle, clad in silver, gold, and copper armor. Spears in one hand and a sword tied to their hips, they stood at an unnatural height of 7 feet. Upon seeing the willow-o-wisps infused with the Queens magic glower in front of the young lady elves, they let them in with no hesitation.


Sphira resided in this castle. She had hurriedly moved locations, making her way to the throne room while explaining the situation to her loving husband, Xexel. He listened intently as she retold everything, starting from the vision she had early this morning to the conversation with the Elven Spirit of Time. Dipping her head slightly to the two guards standing at both ends of the door, they did the same in return and extended one hand to open the double doors for her majesty. Xexel ran a hand through his long midnight hair as both strode across the long room to the other end. It resembled a ball room.



The floor was covered in tan marble tiles, so clean that you could see your reflection. Walls painted alabaster and lights with an orange glow hung on them in-between large, thin windows. On the ceiling was a painting of elves dancing in the forest. Sphira patted down her gyspie beryl skirt as ice crystals constructed themselves into the design of snow-lakes with a leaf outline. Xexel sat beside her, his lengthy obsidian hair falling over his shoulders in a perfect fashion. He had bushy eyebrows with indigo eyes that was one of his most promising feature to Sphira. He had stubs around his face for not shaving for a few days and medium length ears with a long black and red beaded earring hanging from his right ear. He wore black leather mixed in with arm guards and other sorts of armor, the two complimented one another. Both were opposites. In her younger days, she had been a lot like the elf Nara and her husband always went off to find her when she would wonder off.

”Good morning ladies...” Like a dominoe effect, the elves had arrived in this order: Clara the Fiery Red Head, Slyzara the Mute, and Nara the Nature Lover. She scanned over the Elvens faces who were like children to her, she had known them since they were born. She knew their ins and outs, their families, what they loved and hated, their skills, their weaknesses, and when the Elven Spirit of Time had told her about sending people off. These three were the first to come to her mind.

Clara, gifted in the art of analyzation, observation, and acting. She could lie through her teeth with no regret or guilt, and get herself out of any situation with her impressive acting skills she'd taken up. Nara, also talented in the art of observation however in a different manner. She could take the most detailed notes and knew the most about other races and cultures than the rest of the Elves who lived in this forest. She has an easy-going personality and could get along with anyone, and together, those two could bounce ideas back and forth and give the most detailed report she'd ever receive.

”I do not have the time to chat, so I will get on with this quickly. The war starts today.” she lifted her hand and pointed at Clara, dragging her finger to Nara. ”You two will be paired together as partners and observe the war. Sending me detailed notes and reports, think of it as writing a history book. Don't leave anything out! Clara, that includes body language. I want you to watch the general and commanders of the angels closely. The first battle is to take place at a forest not far away from here, its near the religious tribe Wendigo. ” she flipped her attention to Slyzara, oh her precious Syzlara. She thought of her as close family, seeing as the two spent much time together. She had found Sylzara alone often times, all because of something she couldn't control. She was talented in the art of silence, although not because she wanted to be, and her fighting skills were exquisite. ”Sylzara, you will be delivering this scroll to the Miruvorren Dwarf. Ivan Mcderfinsmear. He already knows of us, we've delivered information to him before.” Xexel got up and handed her the scroll, folding her hands over it he whispered to her 'good luck' and went behind the thrones rummaging through some things. ”It is the blueprint for S.H.I.E.L.D., a ship with barriers that the Angels will not be able to penetrate. Help them in any way you can, and cover your ears. Dont disclose your cover to anyone else but Ivan.” Xexel picked up three backpacks he heaved them over in front of the two. They skidded across the floor to their rightful owners.

Skrriiiiiiik!

”We've already packed your bags, use magic to communicate to me and the birds to send the written reports. Oh! And one more thing....if you happen to meet a Jensen Shackles, notify me immediately. His profile is already included in your bags. Now hurry, and good luck!”