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Aquila took a few deep breaths to calm herself, then followed Ellamiel towards the staircase. She followed behind the goddess as they descended the spiral staircase, watching the dark stone walls and steps flicker with Féa's firey light. After a few short moments they emerged in Genertía.

Aquila gasped, eyes widening as she viewed the destruction and despair brought to this world. Everything was still and stagnant, plants drooped and the floor was muddy and covered with fallen leaves. The sky was completely grey, swirling masses of darker and lighter shades raced around each other, making all above appear to be a giant mass of foreboding darkness.

Ýal nodded at the group and set his gaze onto the gate; in front of it stood two guards, it was the entrance to Genertía. Ýal gave motion to the group to start walking towards the gate. It was a gate which they had to cross.

The guards stood, staring at the upcoming group of travellers, simply peering into them.

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Alias, unsure, began to follow the group, she didn't like the look of this place.

"What have I gotten myself into?" she asked herself quietly.

Seeing the rest of the group had arrived Ellamiel walked towards the guards to enter through the city gates. From being completely stiff the two dwarf guards seemed a bit unsure how to act now. Sometimes small forest animals wandered down the long underground staircase, but they knew to turn back when they saw where they had come to. Obviously the two dwarfs were rather young, and none of them recognized humans or elves or any of the kind. Were these creatures a threat?

As Ellamiel was almost at the large gate the two guards pulled their spears pointing them at Ellamiel to stop her from walking in. Stopping at the dwarves Ellamiel turned her head silently to look at one of the guards who was now shaking slightly. Reaching out her hand she touched the shaking spears. Suddenly green vines sprung to life from them, scaring the guards enough to drop their gear and back off.

"Than you Mar," Ellamiel murmured and walked past the guards to have an even better view of the town.

It was as a grey cloud would have laid itself upon the entire underground world. Scared dwarves ran for cover, some grabbing their children to safety seeing Ellamiel appear from the gates followed by some other creatures, all a bit taller than the dwarves themselves.

"We'll search the town, it is not large so we won't loose track of each other that easily. Find out what you can, ask locals,

Unsure, Alias followed Ellamiel into the town, peering around at the local townspeople. She saw pain, agony, fear in the eyes of the townspeople, she knew how they felt, she had felt it ever since she arrived at Hérion. Alias stood in one place, and began to survey her surroundings, a few small houses were near her, however, she noticed a small workshop a few feet ahead. She saw a dwarf pounding a spear with a hammer, he looked agitated and distraught.

"I wonder," she said as she began to walk slowly towards him.

As Arianna entered the small town she couldn't help but notice how detailed these little people were. You could tell that they took much pride in there work and would do anything to pertect what they had worked so hard for. It wasn't hard to see that many generations of skills and craftmanship had been carried down for centries and it was their duty to pertect all that they had. Although these people were small they were of BIG importance.

The Village seemed to leave you with an eerie feeling surrounding the area. The silence was almost unreal, yet you could sense the fear in the air.

Looking around trying to find someone to talk to she noticed the trading post. Surely they were use to all types of travellers coming into the village. Maybe they would have some useful information. Proceeding carefully Arianna started towards the entrance.

Then she heard something strange that stopped her dead in her tracks.

Lar floated a few feet above everyone and looked around at the village. After gazing around for a while, he ducked back in the crowd, not knowing exactly what to do. He felt very confused.

The fear of the resident people quickly carried onto Screal. He didn't know why they were scared, but it frightened him. He screeched and fretted, showing his nervousness.

"Hsh... hsh..." Kithe whispered, lightly stroking the bird, trying to calm him. She listened for any change in the area, making sure to stay close to the group.

Alias walked along a paved pathway, houses were built on either side of the pathway itself and Alias looked at the unusual architecture of Genertia. The houses were very small, and seemed almost hut-like. They were made of bricks and were of a circular fashion. Alias noticed in one particular house that a lady was cradling her baby, rocking it back and forth in her arms.

"We have to win this war, otherwise that child won't be able to have a future," she said as she continued on forward.