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Kithe listened to the conversation around her, without saying a word. The words being spoken confused her, she knew them not. Her hand still in the water, she looked up, focusing her gaze towards the others. Every once in awhile she shifted it to where Screal flew in the distance.

Screal flew, but stayed near. He always stayed near Kithe, at least near enough to fly back at her call. The only time he did not was under special circumstances, when she told him to go, or he was ordered to stay somewhere by powers much higher than he. Whenever this happened, though, he did not like it very much.

Aquila wandered around the clearing, her pink hair flowing behind her gracefully, wings ruffling in the slight breeze. She bent over for a moment, cupping a tiny red flower in her hand and moving her nose over it to smell the delicate fragrence wafting from it. Looking up at the sky she smiled widely as Rosepetal, her swan companion, joined Screal in the sky. She felt perfectly at peace and treasured this moment dearly, fearing that whatever they would so be facing would not leave much time for simple things, like smelling flowers and walking on grass that tickled your ankles and made you smile.

Arianna could not resist picking the 4 leaf clover from among the meadow. The flowers that surrounded her were in full bloom. It was beautiful almost perfect as if she some how in the garden of eden. Yet something about the 1 clover that seemed to stick out.

"Éhel í, méalieu. Ýel quem, veut dreáe coheré?" asked Ýal as he gently placed his frail hand on her soft cheek.

Ýal smiled, he knew what was to come, unpleasant or pleasant was to no option to him. He simply waited for the moment to arrive, and to live every minute of it.

Ellamiel's eyes widened. Turning her head down in what would seem as silent despair she shook it and lifted it up again.

"Nantë coheré," she said shortly turning her head to look at the group standing nearby.

Standing up she walked up to the all with the still worried Rhé trailing behind her. Ýal followed the two with confident steps. When stopping Ellamiel signed to all four elements to come to her.

"We are going to go to Genertía, I need your powers." she said to all four who looked at her with hesitating eyes.

Fea was the first to take action. He placed his huge hand close to Ellamiel so it just touched her shoulder lightly. Sif followed Fea's lead and swirled himself around Ellamiel's body. Lastly both Rhé and Mar came close to their mother as well and all out of the sudden all four started to emerge into Ellamiel's body. After a while they all seemed to be gone, still Ellamiel's eyes seemed to have a fire burning in the iris, ivy wines were growing out on her head, small winds were blowing around her and her feet had small puddles of water beneath them.

Seemingly she definitely had the group's attention by now Ellamiel opened her mouth to speak.

"Things have taken a rather unexpected turn," she started and pointed at the small man standing next to her.

"This is Ýal, a good friend of mine as well as the oldest council member of Genertía. Genertía is a dwarf world, beneath the island of Nondra. This land was granted to the dwarfs by the Gods, in return they nourish the vegetation and life here on the surface. Eventually troubles emerged though, and now it seems it has all gone too far," she explained trying to be as clear as possible.

"I know this all seems as a lot of information, it will take time for you to understand it all. But for now what you need to know the most is that..." Ellamiel continued, and seemed to have quite a hard time to say the last words.

"We... we are at the dawning of a new war." she added with sad eyes.

"Genertía needs our help; no army is stronger than the one of emperors, empresses and advisors."

Anjiel watched in silent horror as Ellamiel told them about what was to come. Closing her eyes for a last moment of peace, she opened them again and smiled briefly. Stepping forward, wings held stiffly folded at her back, she raised her right hand to her heart. "I will help you Ellamiel, as will Rosepetal. On my honour as a half-goddess, and as a friend, I will help you to bring piece to both our worlds."

<<<OOC Post>>>
I'm still wondering when my character will be able to take part in this story. I've been waiting...

((I know it's a long wait, but as soon as we all are in Genertía you may start posting. This is really just to make things less messy.))

"We must leave immediately if we are to defend Genertía," said Ýal as he glanced at the gathering crowd, "But," he paused as he caught Alias in the corner of his eye, "Are you sure they're ready?"

The sky began to darken, and the winds begin hustling the trees, urging them to bow. The clouds began to disappear and transform into a thick layer of gray, carrying along sadness, and despair. The air felt a chill of cold as it touched many of the guardians, tempting to quiver in their spots.

The war had arrived.

"War..." Kithe whispered, frowning slightly. She raised her arm slightly, a summons to Screal.

She turned her head to look in the direction of Ellamiel. "What Anjiel says holds true to Screal and I. Please... whatever I can do to help, I will do."

She smiled softly, then frowned once more as the weather changed. Screal screeched out loudly, not pleased with the sudden change.

((I waited over a month. Still, the plot has not advanced to the point in which I post. I'll give you all a couple of days and then leave the roleplay, dragging the character I worked so hard to make with me. None of your posts advance the plot. I see no involvement. Each new post raised my hopes, but no... You're going nowhere.))

Lar gasped. He didn't expect to get to do anything of any importance for a while, not that he enjoyed war though.
Lar flew over to Ellamiel's shoulder.
"I am at your service, m'lady," he said, in a rare serious voice.

Ellamiel gazed at Ýal as he spoke. Looking up to the sky as huge clouds formed spectacular patterns and grey layers she sighed.

"Even the Gods tell us to leave. I will lead them down to Genertía Ýal, the rest is up to you." she replied shortly.

"Follow me."

Walking across the large field in the middle of the island Ellamiel approached a large grotto. Still it was only the opening that seemed rather huge, not far behind it you could actually see the stone formation end, leaving it as more of a huge rock with a hole carved into it. As they were approaching a light glowing started to appear.

Standing already a bit inside the cave-like room Ellamiel hesitated for a second. Suddenly her eyes filler with the fire of Féa gave a stronger light forward.

"Thank you." she said.

Looking closed one could se a fairly large stony staircase leading downwards, still the end of it was not visible just by looking down from the top.

Ellamiel was hardly concentrated on if anyone was following her for the moment. The stairway seemed never-ending, but the glow beneath became stronger and stronger for every step the took. Soon a whole new world was visible in front of her eyes. Al though in a much worse state than it was the last time Ellamiel visited it the place still looked very much as it used to, with all its landmarks placed where they were before. A bit away from the place Ellamiel was standing at she could already see the first inhabitants, two dwarves guarding the entrance to the staircase.

"Genertía" Ellamiel gasped.

((By this all of you can start posting.

lionheartwitty, it is up to you if you want to play or not. I know you're probably used to faster rps but this one was not meant to be fast in the beginning as me and Ammer needed to plan it well and we live in totally different time zones so it was hard to be online at the same time.

I take it as the rest of you will follow Ellamiel down to Genertía with Ýal.))

"Or what's left of it," spoke Ýal as he walked silently behind Ellamiel, "It seems Genertía has had its life taken away. Nothing is pure anymore, nothing at all," explained Ýal pointing to a nearby pond, clouded and stenched.

Ýal walked slowly pass Ellamiel and turned to face the advancing group, "It's time. Everything you have learnt from Hérion will now be tested, it's vital that you succeed. Genertía depends on it,"

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"...it's vital that you succeed. Genertía depends on it,"

Alias looked at the fear-stricken Ýal, his dreams of a peaceful land had been crushed, crushed by a spit of jealously.

"How can I fight? I'm just a simple sprite, I don't know how to fight," thought Alias as she glanced at a nearby flower, shrivelling and lowering its head to the ground, giving into its fear.