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”The greatest gift a parent can give a child is unconditional love. As a child wanders and strays, finding his bearings, he needs a sense of absolute love from a parent. Theres nothing wrong with tough love, as long as the love is unconditional.”

Age: 1077
Birth Date: Apriel 15th, 1988
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Sexuality: Straight

Height: 5'8”
Weight: 125 lbs.
(Fav/Best)Magical Element: Ice
Sphira is often compared to a beautiful Rose with thorns by her husband. The Royal birth right tattoos are written on her body with magic, glowing and some moving, slithering around. Atop her head is a royal crown, full of jewels and sharp, intricate designs. Showered in light colors of blue and silver, bringing out her pitch black hair. In some lighting, it is said she appears to have dark blue hair. She wears gypsies-type clothing that vary with different shades of blue: Ice, warm, dark, ocean, white, silver, and light blue. She always carries her scarf with her, it is an enchanting and magical charm made out of her and her parents magic. It heightens her magical abilities. Her second always-keep-item is also a fighting weapon but in different regards. Long, sparkling claws also endowed with magic. Her body is lean and masculine, and resembles that of a dancer. Gifted with grace and swift movements, no one would want to mess with her in a fight. She isn't the Queen just because of birth right, she deserves the title. Every step she takes, a thin trail of ice is left behind. The air around her is cold and refreshing. Every once in a while, you can see a snowflake or snow form from her and slowly flutter to the ground.

“Too often we under estimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.”

Contrary to her elemental favorite, Sphira is a warm and loving Queen who wants to have a good time like everyone else. Her favorite time of day is when her and her husband will go on romantic walks, and she can see her people and brighten their day up even if it's just a little bit. Unlike most Queens, she is not afraid to make a fool of herself and participate in silly games and festivals to get to know her people. Her husband likes to sit back and watch, for he is more of the silent-type but she drags him along and he goes with the flow. She treats all her citizens, Dwarves, and Humans with respect and equality. She sees them all as her children to take care of. Her heart does not take kindly to Angels though, as she is filled with regret and guilt at the mention of their names. She strives for peace in the world, and the origins of human culture to come back to the land. Fair exchange, small wars between tribes, hunting for food, interaction, and communication.

"Think like a queen. A queen is not afraid to fail. Failure is another steppingstone to greatness.”

Although she blames herself for initiating the act of giving man-kind the blue prints for wings, she refuses to let it get to her too much. She lives by this quote, striving not to be perfect but to the best she can be. She is going to take charge of her mistake, and fix it.

”It's a good thing I was born a girl, otherwise I'd be a drag queen.”

Likes:

Ice
Blue
Dancing
Festivals
Fireworks
Her Husband
Goldfish
Fishing
Walks
Joking around
Teasing her husband

Dislikes:

Angels
Her insecurity
Alps
Disrespectful people
People who ruin the elves names
War
Conflict

Fears:

The Angels might just win
Alps some-what
She will fail her people one day

Dreams/Hopes:

For peace
To fix her mistake

TBA

So begins...

Queen Sphira Leyroux's Story

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#2013-07-06 03:03:07, as written by UtaUsagi

-----Picture (c) Rage&Pride
---Prisoner-(c) Mrs. Lonely
----Angel Entities War Speech (c) erziban
-----Vision (c) CNEKBMYLOVE

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,”

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#2013-07-06 20:35:45, as written by melmolly

Melinda has a peculiar way of stepping. She has never had a leg injury,yet she walks with a limp in her step. She also has the pattern of first stepping with her left foot. I wonder if it has any connection to her being more left-brained than right-brained? Oh,no, now that's silly.

When Melinda looked in her direction, Clara looked down to the book she was 'reading',and wondered how no one noticed she had probably 'read' the book 52 times.Melinda did not even give her a second look, only brushing past her like she was part of the scenery,and walked,left foot first,over to a fruit vendor. She assumed people were too preoccupied with the clothes they were going to get,the diversely colored leaves falling from the trees,or the sky that glittered with stars. She couldn't sleep, so she might as well join the insomniacs and the sellers that encouraged them. The night was always interesting,as people were more confident in the dark. She reveled in that she could use the same book every time, and no one would ever notice the difference, even though she could notice the difference about them.

Terrence is going to be rewarded with a cold since he stepped out so late at night to visit his lover, who is regrettably not his current girlfriend. He will probably sneeze in a little while, presumably blame it on the new pollen, which is not a good excuse,and wipe it on his pants. I will not see Terrence tomorrow, because he will be in bed. She saw the handsome blonde elf sneeze twice, and then wipe it on the back of his pants.

Ew! He wiped his snot on his ass!
She giggled internally,but could not laugh aloud or else people would turn to look at her. She could have blamed it on the book, if it looked like a comedy, but she was 'reading' Histories of Great Elven Historians, so she doubted anyone would believe the content was amusing.

Clara was wearing her sixth best autumn outfit, which consisted of a silk teal blouse,a tailored gray jacket,cropped black trousers,and belt that had a silver clasp. Her accessories included her medium-sized teal bag, which inside had a bookmark,a snack of orange slices,a lipstick she had never worn,a silver pen,and a notebook which she recorded data in, and also her teal flats on. Clara considered shoes an accessory because sometimes she did not wear them.

A pink head caught her eye this time, and the girl was surprised Trixie would even show her face in public, since she had morbidly embarrassed herself two days prior by being caught for stealing something, and then harassing a figure of authority. Clara had watched her technique from afar, and Trixie was sloppy and a rookie. When Clara 'borrowed' things, she sometimes bought something else, and, if it wasn't food,she would return it when she had had her way with the object. She did not know why she did this, as she was well endowed financially, but it was a habit now, and she couldn't shake it.

Trixie did not hang her head, but instead raised it confidently as she walked through the square, and the teen had to admire the simple bravery of not being ashamed by a person's mistakes,but instead acknowledging it and not being sorry. Sure, it was 10PM, but it was something.Heads turned at the sight of the tall, vivacious character before them, and conversations hushed as Trixie began to do what she had always done, saying hello to vendors that she knew or neighbors she sometimes visited. Clara knew Trixie was raised to be a courteous girl, but she also knew she had grown up in simplicity, and Trixie was not content with only simple things, which is why she had tried to steal the diamond necklace.

She just wants to have something pretty, and she was the only one who could give herself it.
She was a beautiful girl, but her clothes were plain, in either shades of black,white,beige,or gray, and her dresses and pants always went down to her ankles. Some elves dressed like this, but others were more modern, as most elves in the town square were, and Trixie just contrasted even more. The square was comfy,and gave you the feeling that every buzz of activity,every sleepless elf that was too energetic for this time of night, every coin clicking in someone's pocket,or even every Trixie proudly walking down the cobblestone steps with her right foot first, was your own experience, and that was why the square was Clara's favorite place.

Clara decided to leave, so she put the bag onto her shoulder, and started over to a place she knew well. She had always had a thirst for adventure, so obviously she was going to find it. As Clara walked past the bit of marsh to her secret place, she wondered how things were running in the world. Tensions seemed high between some races at the moment, or at least that is what she had heard from listening to the whisperings between her father and mother at night. Her father worked for Queen Sphira herself, and Clara actually knew her quite well, visiting with her on several occasions. The queen had noticed Clara's talent for scrutinizing others, and had used her here and there many times. Clara had felt special then.

The girl heard the distinct song of the nightingale then,and smiled. They quite frequented this place at night, and she would be sad when they nested comfortably in their trees in the winter.She was now at the forest, or rather, her tree in the forest. There was a pile of different colored leaves, and Clara picked two up, a red and an orange one. Her tree, she had altered by magic. It had taken her many weeks to do so, because she had wanted it to be perfect, and so had been researching spells to get it exactly as she wanted. She had discovered this tree when she had run from her house one morning, after her parents had tried attempt number seventy-eight to get her back into piano lessons. She would not go. She had leaned on this tree, sighing, and as she closed her eyes to the wind picking up and whooshing in her ears, a sweet almost-silence, she wished she could live here whenever she wanted. She had accomplished that.

The tree was tall, and its width was thick. Clara jumped at a branch, her branch, quite difficult since an hour had passed since she had left the square, and the darkness of night enveloped her. Still, she knew where it was, having latched onto it so many times before.She swung herself up to a hole in the tree. This is where things were no longer natural, since when she slipped into the hole the capacity of the tree was that of a small tree-house. No one could find her here, so she had made the place her own. Boards full of personality traits, quirks, certain appearances, most of the elves in the kingdom. Berries,nuts,apricots,other melons. She sat down at the only table in the small room, and opened her bag, retrieved her notebook, and then opened that. She turned on a light she had near.Pages and endless pages of information about elves, the few humans she had met, animals,things, anything else she ever thought of putting. She was happy here as she added the bits and pieces of story to a person, naming the entries with titles such as 'Trixie's Battle with Society', and 'The Stip in her Step'. She flipped through the pages as she read people's stories, and didn't care that her parents would yell at her when she got home. That is if they found her missing, and Dini was a pretty good liar for such a level-headed sister.She smiled, a full blown, teeth-baring,eye crinkling smile.

And then something tapped on the shield in the hole in the tree.

"Bloody hell!"

She stomped over to the hole.She loved animals, don't get her wrong, but she didn't love animals. And if it was a branch she would murder it,scaring her and annoying her at this time of night. She looked at a clock in the corner. It was 3:18 AM. Oh,damn, if her parents knew she was out, they'd shoot her.

Her eyes widened as she saw a will-o-wisp there. The last time she had seen a will-o-wisp the queen.....
She hurriedly got her purse, throwing in an apricot, and climbed out of the hole. The blue will-o-wisp bounced in place, waiting for her.
As soon as she neared it, it started to slowly bounce downwards, and Clara could hardly see because it was so dark. The will-wisp glowed though, so she followed it down. It started to move fast paced now, and she had to run through the forest, down the paths,quicker than her speed coming here, so they were making much progress. They passed the square briefly, instead heading north, and Clara started to huff with exhaustion. She also could barely see anything as she ran through the terrain.

It slowed as they got to the castle.A marvelous sight, all grand, exquisite, and large, giving you the feeling that secrets were held here, but also families and generations.

The will-o-wisp now bounced innocently, as if it didn't just make Clara exert herself more than she should at.... she checked her watch. 3:47AM.

"Don't just...levitate there as if you didn't make me run through a forest,bugger!"

It bounced slowly over to the gates, where the guards raised a knowing eyebrow and let her through.
As she followed the wisp through the castle to where the queen was, she could not help but marvel at the paintings there, the lace decorations, and the lavish furniture and carpets. The extravagance overwhelmed her, and she brushed some stray leaves from her blazer.

She quietly entered the room,and spotted the queen. As beautiful as ever,gorgeous as if she just didn't get out of bed, but her expression and movement seemed to be in disarray,although it was subtle. Her hair was also a bit off, so Clara could tell she had been in bed before.

"Are you alright, Queen Sphira? What have you sent me here for?"

She did not see anyone else, and she wondered what quest the Queen could possibly give her. Maybe she could put in a good word with her parents as well.

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#2013-07-07 18:14:00, as written by firebreaker2262

The sight of a will'o'wisp was quite a surprise to the insomniac Sylzara, as she sat above the square in a tree while the last of the insomniacs desperately hanged out till sleep won them over. Oh, she knew the queen used them to summon people to her castle but she had never seen any this late at night before. The fact that it seemed to be in quite a hurry only made her frown as she wondered what was so important that haste was needed.

Sylzara sighed and looked around at the square. It was nearly 3:00 in the morning, a fact illustrated by the large clock in the square, and a time that Sylzara loved because it was a time when the square was all but empty till the morning sun. It was then that she didn't have to hide herself from most of the clans sight, and the pitying glances they sent her way, and a time when animals the night animals would start to emerge, for their nights foraging.

Hearing the sound of loud heavy foot falls of someone running Sylzara froze and shrank against a tree till she could not be seen. Warily she peeked out to watch as a tall red-headed girl came running following behind the will'o'wisp the she had seen earlier. The sight of her caused Sylzara to blink.

"Now what could she want with Clara?"

Sylzara had never been introduced to the girl, not really, but she had seen her around the square before and had heard her name called out by her friends and other friendly people. With her height Clara was about half a head taller than Sylzara with red hair and black eyes, though they were hidden within the night. Clara was wearing a silk teal blouse,a tailored gray jacket,cropped black trousers,and belt that had a silver clasp and carried with her a purse.

Sylzara herself was wearing a silk green shirt with dark green trousers, both of which allowed her to move unseen through large crowds, or forests. Blonde hair she had tied behind her into a ponytail so that it framed her face and called to attention her flashing green eyes.

these eyes widened however when a will'o'wisp entered the square again and headed strait for her and the tree she was in, stopping to bounce in front of her when it found her.

"what the?"

Sylzara couldn't figure out why the wisp had stopped in front of her, but it had, and she knew what that meant. Climbing down in the wan light offered by the wisp was no problem to Sylzara as she had made the climb many times. Neither was running after the wisp to arrive at the front of the castle that the queen remained in. Surprise crossed her features when the guard let her in with no challenge.

Walking now, so not to arrive out of breath, she took in the decorations of the castle her eyes wide. However Sylzara quickly arrived at the room all the same to find Clara and the queen there, the queen paler then usual.

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#2013-07-08 05:08:07, as written by Skwidge

Nara

It was dark and peaceful inside the elven home, night sounds filtered in through a few open windows, the strumming of crickets could be heard in the background with their chirps, the soft hooting of an owl echoed through the leaves of trees, the knocking of the branches of a certain elf’s favorite tree on the window, almost asking if it could come in, the gentle whisper of the wind slipping in through the crack and caressing the dark hair of the little lady comfortably asleep on her bed before it would seem to chuckle and disappear once more. The lighting was only broken by the luminescence of the fireflies that blinked outside, lazily strolling along the air and flickering in and out of existence.

So it was an immediate reaction, if not slow, when that lighting was suddenly disrupted. Nara’s eyes slowly blinked open to see a small icy blue glow before her bed. Her orbs quickly widened as her brain woke up and her functioning sped up. A soft grin impressed itself on her lips as she propped herself up onto her elbows, the sheets slipping down her form a few inches at the new movement. Purple and blue, with the very faint lines of receding orange, stared at the small little orb, and she gave a tiny yawn before groggily poking a finger at it. “Well, aren’t you a beauty.” She purred softly, sleep still clinging onto her as if its poor life depended on it. Black curls bobbed and purple highlights patted against her chest as she shifted into a sitting position, rubbing at her eyes as the sheets fell fully off. She would miss the comfortable feel of them pressed against her skin, but right now, she had something more important to do.

The little orb of light flickered away as she rose from the bed, and Nara frowned just softly, “Hey little guy, where are you going, don’t move….” She whispered softly in a little complaint, afraid to break the silence of night that surrounded her home. Crickets chirped ever so softly in the background, and she blinked sleepily once more. She fumbled around on her desk for awhile before her fingers suddenly traced along a string, and a note played smoothly into the night. It helped her gain her bearings, and allowed her to find what she had been looking for: her little journal and pen. Nara quickly flipped the cover back and leafed through the pages until she met a blank one. She quickly leaned forward, staring at the little creature intently, and her hand running along the untouched paper, writing. Though she could easily see better in the dark, what with being so acclimated to it so often, she still used the light from the little wisp to aid in her momentary quest. She knew what it meant, but the will o’ wisp was such a rare thing, even if it was the queen’s. She had to take this chance to catalogue it. It bobbed up and down patiently, and as soon as Nara was done, it quivered with anticipation.

However, Nara was hardly done, and she reread what she had written. The Will O’ Wisp, as it name suggests, has a thin film of light that follows it wherever it may go. Its actual appearance, however, is more of a pulsating bulb of firmly placed energy, almost like shattered glass on the outer rim, depending on the species. They seem to communicate with different frequencies and speed of light, whether blinking, throbbing, or blinding light. From past speculation and research, it definitely appears that each has its own sort of personality, magic induced or no. It is yet to be discovered whether they blink out of existence when their job has been completed, or if they disappear into the air to rejoin nature. Nara tapped the pen gently against her dim lips, slightly nodding as she decided what she had written was satisfactory for the time being. She turned her eyes back to the little ball, and swiftly moved to her drawers to slip other clothing on, and to pick out some knee-high black stockings with the heels and toes cut off. She quickly slipped these on and seemed to float over to her closet, pulling out a simple yet really beautiful dress that held all of the colors of autumn in them, with a yellow and green splotched leaf pinned to the shoulder area.

She stood in front of the mirror, the Wisp waving back and forth sporadically, trying to gain her attention. “Ah, sorry, I do have to get dressed though.” She grinned at the little light, her eyes scanning over her body in the mirror. She did a slight turn before nodding. It was usually only in Autumn that she gained a sort of vain tinge to her personality at times, but it hardly showed at all during this time, and she only entertained it when she was alone.

With a quick grin, she climbed up on the windowsill and out into the night air via tree branch. The wisp darted out after her, and Nara turned to close the window behind her. The orb of light suddenly darted away into the night, forcing Nara to follow after it rather abruptly.

Moonlight filtered in through the tree leaves, dancing, shifting, splotching the ground in warm slight. The branches were speckled with shadow and light, the two of course were meant to work with each other, one couldn’t have shadow without first light, and light would be harsh and unbearable were it not for the shades. And moonlight was so soft, almost like silk, bathing everything in its soft glow. Nara let a soft sigh press past her lips as she thought, before the wisp was in her face once more. “All right, all right.” She mumbled with a small little pout, quickening her pace from tree to tree.

Eventually, the palace appeared in all its green glory. Queen Sphira definitely loved nature as much as any other elf, but possibly moreso in many aspects. It was certainly a beautiful place, the fact was beyond a doubt. She called down lightly to one of the guards with a soft bird chirp, and he looked up at her passively, waving her through. Nara carefully moved forward, practically barefoot against the bark, before crouching in front of one of the opening to the building. The wisp squeezed through without a problem, and Nara pushed aside some resolute vines and creeped inside. Once her feet settled against floor, she stretched out with a look of accomplishment.

She then padded after the Willow, entering the large room where the queen was waiting. She looked a bit trussed up, and there were two others in the room. Sylzara’s appearance made her somewhat uncomfortable and Nara quickly turned her eyes away from her to focus on Clara. She had dubbed the girl with the nickname ‘Parrot’ awhile ago, for the way she seemed to take in information and relay it back. She waved affectionately to her before turning her attention to the Queen. She made a cheery curtsy, not entirely having to do it, but more in a teasing way. However, her loyalties and humility had been established long ago, and she respected the Queen with high admiration.

Her attention was raptly captured by her Wisp suddenly flickering out, and she made a large step towards it, her eyes scanning over the light trail that followed its disappearance. However, she could make no conclusive decision as to what happened to it afterwards. With a tiny sigh she turned to the Queen with a serious look. “What’s up?”

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#2013-07-08 06:50:38, as written by UtaUsagi

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!”

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#2013-07-08 20:53:34, as written by melmolly

Clara felt someone approaching behind her, so she turned and was surprised to see Slyzara, one of the shortest elves she had ever encountered. Clara had tried to act like Sylzara for a day, and had found it equal parts challenging but at the same time relatively easy, and this contradiction had had her head spinning the entire twenty-four hours. On the one hand,Clara did not so openly invite herself to be thrown into conversation with others,but on the other foot,she spoke when need be, and it was difficult to explain to a five-year-old elven boy why she was hanging upside down in a tree a block from his home without talking.
If Clara wasn't thinking hard enough about one person, now she was completely confused on why another familiar girl(let's face it,everyone's familiar),Nara, whom Clara had took a liking to because of her superior knowledge of the races while still maintaining her soft-spoken,kind nature, was following a wisp into the room. Nara was a sight every season and was known for the changing of the colors of some of her features, so one could say she was a part of nature, crafted by the Mother Earth herself. She waved to Clara, and Clara gave a slight wave back, smiling a little, mostly because Nara always waved with her left hand which was amusing to the teen because Nara was right-handed.
"What's up?", she asked, and the girl found this humorous, since she could say such a slanged phrase with such a serious look.
”Good morning ladies...” The queen said to them now, and Clara did not think it was 'good' or 'morning' at all. The queen looked at them in turn, which made Clara tense on the inside to such an examination.
When she looks at me,what does she see?
”I do not have the time to chat, so I will get on with this quickly. The war starts today.” The queen sounded rush,agitated,but this was not Clara's first thought. Her first thought was, I should have seen the foreshadowing, and she cursed herself for being so careless as to not make a prediction. She did not have much time to bash on herself, since then the queen pointed at her,and then continued moving her finger across the room 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." The queen was commanding now,certain of what she wanted,which was how Clara had classified her in the first place, but did not speculate on this for long because she felt so elated.
Her! A mission! To do what she did best! It was like someone finally noticing an apparent change in haircut, one that suited her face perfectly. She did not know why this simile was the first to resonate in her brain, but she felt too excited to care.
"I know an astounding amount of information of Wendigo." Wendigo was a tribe that centered around prayer and mediation, and the girl liked to observe their peacefulness and also their customs that were foreign to elves.
Queen Sphira then turned her attention the Sylzara, and gave her a separate mission.”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.” The king himself handed her a scroll and Clara observed him whispering to her 'good luck'. The presence of the king had not escaped her, and she reminded herself to add to her notebook that the king fiddled with his hands and twitched his eyes when he was idle and sleepy.”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. Don't disclose your cover to anyone else but Ivan." Ooh, a cover! Would she get a cover? Then, her violet backpack appeared at her feet, thrown 'graciously' by King Xexel, and Clara noticed similar bags traveling to the two other elves.
”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!” Jensen Shackles. Peculiar name, but she was already making predictions about his personality. Probably dark, possibly handsome, maybe he wore metal bracelets and was skilled in martial arts and cooking gourmet meals.
Clara absorbed every emotion of the present party's faces. The queen, still, her fingers curling slightly into her palm,her dress shifting slightly as she moved, her expression full of conflicting emotions of what was to come. The king, Sphira's best supporter and the prime example of a good husband, his hand light on her shoulder, his face taut with expectancy and her heavy words. The girls, looking down, and she knew both of them, however rushed the speech, were trying to grasp that they had an important agenda now, and they would probably would struggle with this thought for a long time. She, however, could not say she empathized with them. She was already calculating, already formulating plans, and had an obvious one stuck in her brain she couldn't shake.
"Of course, Your Majesty!", she responded excitedly, and walked over to Nara with an equally euphoric demeanor and told her, "I already have a pretty great plan.Let's get out of here!" The threat of her parents had diminished, since no one could say no the royalty, and she could not say she would miss them. Her brothers' daily antics and her sister's calming effect on them would be missed,though. She turned to Slyzara, and waved. "Good luck to you!"
She took her bag, and opened the bag the Queen had had packed for her. Some of her best clothes, her best accessories,her best shoes, a bit of her snacks, some other beneficial items. What an intuition these people had! She walked out of the ballroom, which was familiar to her whenever the palace hosted a ball, and Clara would always dress up and pretend to be an esteemed, courteous young lady who was looking for love for those long,cold,winter nights. She grinned at the memory, and looked over her shoulder to Nara, who was still lingering. Why? This was the best thing that has ever happened to anyone, and she's just standing there!

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#2013-07-08 22:16:11, as written by firebreaker2262

"Wha-?"

To say that Sylzara was surprised would be an understatement. She of course had known that the war was coming, it was impossible to miss after all, but that the war was starting now sent chills down her spine.

"Please let everyone get through this relatively unscathed." She begged within her mind. as she listened to the Queens wishes as 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. ”

The Queen then shifted her attention to her. ”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 Sylzara the scroll, folding her hands over it he whispered "good luck" before moving behind the thrones and 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 then picked up three backpacks and heaved them over in front of the three of them. They skidded across the floor to their rightful owners to which Clara picked hers up almost immediately. Sylzara also picked hers up and looked inside smiling in relief at the sight of her weapons packed inside, her unstrung bow attached to the side. ”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!"

Sylzara looked down at her bags once again to pull out her short sword to attach it on her hip. The scroll she attached to the top loop of the backpack. and let it hang off her right side. She then bowed to queen before leaving, but not before hearing Clara talking to Nara. "I already have a pretty great plan.Let's get out of here!" She then turned to Slyzara, and waved. "Good luck to you!" to which Sylzara raised her hand in acknowledgement and a thought.

"And to you Clara and Nara."

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#2013-07-10 05:36:36, as written by Skwidge

Nara

Nara smiled lightly as the Queen’s attention shifted to look over her, scanning her form for just a moment with sweet intentions, and then moved on to the others in the room. She occupied with looking around the room, it was always a little breathtaking, even if she had seen it quite a few times before. It seemed like something new always popped out, vying for one’s attention. She reserved a sweet smile for the room, closing her eyes for effect. However, that was soon forgotten as the Queen spoke.

” The war starts today.” Her thoughts shattered in her mind and her head snapped towards the Sphira, her pupils dilating. ’The war… starting today? I… could feel the tension whenever I went out.... And today was supposed to be my day off too.’ A sheepish feeling flickered to life inside her, and she frowned gently on the outside. Soon the Queen was pointing at Clara, and her attention piqued up once more. Nara soon found the finger pointing right at her. ”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! The first battle is to take place at a forest not far away from here, it’s near the religious tribe Wendigo. ” Nara blinked, tilting her head to the side with her mouth open just slightly. The Queen wanted she and Clara to work together on cataloguing things out there?

It was certainly excitement that flared within Nara at that point, she’d get to go further with an actual, serious need, rather than wandering to see what she could find. The Queen then turned her attention towards Syl, telling her that she’d be doing a different task, taking a message to the dwarves. Once more, the black haired elf blinked in confusion. Were they taking a side in this? The King then moved forward to her, handing her the scroll and leaning forward to whisper something in her ear.

Suddenly, a few backpacks were sliding across the marble, one of them to bump into Nara’s feet and come to a halt. ”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!” Jensen Shackles... why did that name sound so ridiculously familiar. She had no doubt she didn't know the man, but still... she couldn't shake that feeling of recognition. She soon dropped the thought, her eyes flickered over the bag, analyzing it. Her bow was slung onto the side of the pack, and she quickly kneeled down to run a finger along the painted, smooth wood. Soon her fingers found the bowstring, stroking down the soft, worn leather. It immediately reminded her of something else she had brushed that morning, and almost a second later, she was opening the pack in search of her instrument. She didn’t find it there, and a solemn expression overcame her facials.

Clara seemed overwhelmed with joy, issuing a quick consent to the Queen. Nara soon heard her footsteps echo across the hall as they grew louder the closer she grew. "I already have a pretty great plan.Let's get out of here!" She remained kneeling by her pack, looking up at the Queen with a lost façade. Clara then chirped a ‘Good Luck To You’ towards Sylzara, and Nara stood facing the Queen.

“Your Majesty, I can’t possibly go anywhere without my kantele. This is an absolute rock firm belief, life or death. The journey would seem endless without it by my side, and therefore must insist for it to be with me. Plus a little piece of home wouldn’t go unnoticed.” She offered, a resolute look set on her face. However, it was hardly a big deal, as the Queen simply nodded after a few moments of silence, and the kantele was almost immediately attached safely to the top of her now zipped up pack. She gave a bow to the Queen with a look of present relief before turning to Sylzara to wave at her, and then follow Clara outside.

“I’ve been near the tribe once before. Named after the demonic creature who had two antlers and a deer shaped face, it has a body like a human, large hind legs which is usually crouches on during scenting or feasting, and elongated arms that reach easily to the ground. It has long, sharp claws, and its chest is sometimes portrayed as rotting and open. The most likely reason for the name is to strike fear into the heart of anyone who has heard of the creature.” She nodded lightly, “We can speak of your plan once we begin our journey outside of the gates. She suddenly darted ahead and down the winding stairs of the castle, making quick work of getting to the front gates of the city as she quickly took to the trees as they provided an easier and preferable course to the ground.

s Nara walked past the now opened gates, she found a few creatures waiting there, specifically three, and obviously meant to be their transportation. A huge smile lit up her face, and she almost squeed with joy. She was immediately next to a large stag, its antlers large and glorious, with small trinkets hanging from the points in a few places. It had a harness, and a pack saddle with a space for a rider. Nara quickly fastened her thing to the creature, evening out the weight by moving the attachable and small parts within her pack to the other side of the stag’s flanks. She placed to hands on its soft, brown fur, and hoisted herself up into the saddle with ease, patting the creature on the head. She turned waiting for Clara to mount up.

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#2013-08-02 06:48:10, as written by firebreaker2262

The sight of the ladies steeds did much to bolster Sylzara's spirits about the long journey ahead. Heading over to another stag she grinned as he lowered his head to but against her chest affectionately. Taller than the one Nara had chosen by only a hand, this one was tawny with two tan streaks down his back, and a sprinkling of white fur spots. Young, he was nevertheless able to carry her easily.

Tying her pack to the side of his saddle she mounted him easily. No reigns were visible, but none were needed as he had come to help of his own free will. The same applied to the other two mounts as well, who though similarly marked, were each different in the way of their kind.

Pulling bow from where it was attached to her backpack before attaching it to her back via the strap attached to the case, Sylzara also pulled out the file on the man the queen was having the three girls keep an eye out for. Guiding the stag till he was heading in the right direction Sylzara cracked open the file and proceeded to read.

JENSEN SHACKLES
Know Aliases: Yulrik Jingles, Jensen Shackles,

Age: 29
Gender: Male
Birth Date: Januast' 17th, 3018

Taught martial arts by father and info gathering from mother.

Had wings cut upon arrival to Tellus. Caught dealing to Earth Crawlers Resistance caused him to be banished to Tellus.
whereabouts: unknown.

The image the folder contained showed a mans body with cut wings, and muscles that proved to Sylzara he knew how to fight. Black hair, strong facial features and a measure that showed him about 6 feet, completed the profile packet she had been given.

not exactly alot to go on Sylzara thought to herself before her thoughts turned to the mission she was running for the queen. Such were the thoughts that continued to run through Sylzara's head as she traveled towards the dwarven kingdom, though she still remained on constant alert against bandits.

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