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[ValerieRose]

It first began with Gracia. The Celebrant he happened to meet there explained it during that boat trip and the visit to the village. The Goddess destroyed it, plagued it. As a warning on what was to come? He wasn't sure.

Then, when she managed to get herself free, the rest of the destruction ensued. The Elven Mother Tree finally withering. The Dwarves crushed by the power of the Earth Wyrm. The Land of the Orcs. Even the Kamael, children of the Giants, brought to life to destroy the Gods had to flee their once-hidden lands.

Then the rest ensued.


Talking Island.

Gludio.

Giran.

He had gone through them all in his journey. Each one of them. Stopping at the ruins of what used to be Talking Island. The old village, at least from what the locals that had survived. He could not remember it himself. He wasn't even sure he had gone there, back in the day.

His faithful companion flew around him, landing on his shoulder as they stood in front of the wrecked houses. The Hawk flew around, as if surveiling the ruins, his blue, beautiful-looking wings spread wide as he dove to take a closer look, before flying back to the Dark Elf.

"Destruction. All around us. Death. The Mother's angry."

The Hawk's voice rang inside the Dark Elf's mind, and he nodded.

"They want to stop her, Ssivah. It is what they want. Their wish. To drive her back, to imprison her once more."

He shook his head, then headed back towards the newly built Talking Island. He found it funny, almost ironic even, that all the races were gathering in order to rebuild the world. When it was only a matter of time.

What he didn't like, however, was the uncertainty. Why did he wake up? Why now, of all times?

"Home, Ssivah. We need to go home."

The Archer and the blue-feathered Hawk that became his companion during his travels took the Gatekeeper towards the Dark Elven village. The vision of the statue coming from the floor, the red aura around them, the smell of plague and decay. He remembered little, but one vivid memory inside his mind was that of the cave. Where they had to hide, for so many years. A young child running around and stopping to look at the hand coming from the ground and the lightning coming from Her fingers.

Then there was darkness in his mind. The darkness of many years, trapped in his magical sleep.

He couldn't help himself but kneel in front of the now-menacing statue.

"Mother. You woke me up from the slumber. I do not fear your embrace. If death is what will take, death is what I will give"

He closed his eyes for a moment, then stood up, the Hawk keeping next to him in his flight.

"Our home. Why did she destroy our home as well?"

The hawk looked at him for a moment, then his voice came inside the Archer's mind. "How many of those were pretending to be Her servants, and working against Her, thinking she would not see? And those of us who were truly faithful were spared. Some have sacrificed their lives for her."

He frowned and nodded, then simply sat by the stairs that led to the statue. The Hawk perched on his shoulder and he reached a hand to caress its feathers.

"Very well, Ssivah. There is a reason I woke up now. And I will find it. Even if it takes the rest of my lifetime"

[Sadori]

((Really nice writing!))

[ValerieRose]

((heh thanks, Dori! I'm a bit rusty, though. I left it open just in case people wanted to interact. If not, I'll probably write more of his journeys. The hawk did give me a good RP prop as he's the only one he can really talk to, it seems

[ValerieRose]

OOC: Because the muse would NOT shut up...

IC:

He was walking in the now empty square of what used to be the homeland of his people. His people... Where there was the sounds of those of his race going back and forth in their errands, before and after the veil was lifted, now there was silence. Empty. Void. Almost deafening silence.

His hair was loose around his shoulders, at least for the moment, not wrapped up in his usual braided ponytail that he loved wearing so much. And he was beautiful. He had always been, and that was something he knew too well. Even now, with his hair around his shoulders, his dark armor covered the stains of blood that were not so easy to cover on his rapier, and as he walked, his red eyes looked around for a sign of life.

But nothing. Even the gatekeeper had been replaced by some sort of strange machine. He narrowed his eyes for a moment, and glanced at the main building, where the main leaders of his people used to be.

But instead of a frown, instead of being angry, or sad, or wondering about what had happened, he simply looked around with a grin on his lips. And then he laughed. His laughter echoed in the silence of the Kamael Village, echoing like a ghostly sound in the now abandoned square.

"So it's time, is it not?", he asked himself, spreading his wing wide for a moment. "We were brought to fight the gods. The creation, the Giants... we're their children," he said, speaking to himself as he walked, rapier low and touching the ground, sometimes touching the giant-like structures that still glowed in their strange red color, now nothing but a sign of the Giants that remained lost in time and space for so long.

"Eva. Einhasad. Gran Kain. Pa'agrio. Maphyr. Sayha. Where are you now?", he asked, defiance in his voice as he looked up, the grin never leaving his lips. "Shilen is out. And look at what she's done, just with a slight hint of her destructive power."

The rapier made a slightly shuddering sound as he allowed it to grate against the rocky floor. "Now we will rise. Against her. Against you all," he said. "Just as we have been created for. Our destiny will be complete. Finally."

He looked at the machinery that was now replacing the gatekeeper. "Onwards to meeting my creator. Getting the power of the Giants as the rumors claim. All the power I will need," he said, and his rapier touched the teleporting device, the sound of metal against metal. "And so we will rise. Above Shilen and above the Gods. Above humans, Dark Elves, Orcs, Elves, Dwarves. We will rise as we were meant to be. Above them. Beyond them. The ones created to defeat the gods. Well...", he paused, looking around the empty village. "Our time has come."

He let out a grin before taking the teleporting device back to civilization. Or what was left of it. There was the plan to be unfolded. He would fight their wars. He would fight them to see the rise of his people. To claim the world as their own, to rule under the Giants' will, like they wanted. The weapons against the Gods. Against the Goddess. And once it was all over... then the Kamael's supremacy would begin.

And he would be part of it.

[ValerieRose]

Oh how he hated her. With each bone in his body, he hated her.

She had taken the one thing he had ever held dear in his life. Her limp, lifeless body in his arms, once full of joy, now caught by death. Caught by Shilen's destruction... she did not stand a chance.

The thought of his best friend. His brother. Still missing, nowhere to be found. No sign of him anywhere, no traces, nothing at all, since the awakening of the Goddess and the beginning of her destruction. It would have been better to have found him dead. At least he would be sure. Like this, there was no way to know whether he was dead or alive.

He hated her with all his might. And he would do all he could to destroy her. Even if it meant working with the rest of the other races in order to achieve that.

His eyes were filled with hatred as he walked through the streets of Giran. He'd destroy her. He'd destroy them all. With the rest of them, until his people would overwhelm the rest of the races.

He could see where the destruction had reached the big city. However, he did not stay for too long. Where once there was a lively city, now there was fear. Apprehension and he could almost smell it in the air. Cowards, all of them. Hiding in the safety of their partially destructed city. Cowards, and they would suffer the fate that all cowards did.

But the sight of a Hawk, flying around a Dark Elven archer caught his eyes. There was magic about that animal, and he could feel it himself. He narrowed his red eyes for a moment. It was hard to tell with Dark Elves these days. He was sure some of them were still working for Her. And if they were, they would stand in his way.

The hawk almost seemed to look at him for a moment, but his red eyes met the animal's with a coldness that was now common to the Kamael. He had no time to waste with them, however. He simply paid the gatekeeper, and was teleported out of their sight.

The hawk then flew to sit on Dalliath's shoulder once more.

"Beware the children of the Giants. They will try to oppose us. Stop us. Like most of them. But they are powerful. They were created to destroy the Gods. If they are given the same power you were given..."

The archer glanced at his hawk, then nodded in his usual silence.

"Then war will begin, Ssivah." he told his faithful companion through the link he had found since it first came to his aid.

"And you will be ready for it"

The answer was a firm, simple nod. He was ready for it. He just needed to know what he was fighting for. And why.