Flames to ruins, dust to dust, and inky-distorted smoke fill the air, suffocating and stifling what plant life remains from the fire. No signs of existence apparent or heard, only the blistering sound of searing cinders. Screams can be effortlessly distinguished in the familiar distance, it sounds like a girl amidst greatest dreadful blood-curdle voice. A hand rises from a pile of charred soil & desperately touches the previously alluring soil around them. Thick, dark soot covers her head to toe, helpless to even get the slightest notion of her organic hair color, as it seems to be the shade of the darkest midnight earth's atmosphere. Holes maybe observed in what remains of her clothing. It looks like she is attired in mangled charred tatters. The girl feels entity in a pile of ash alongside her, puny, round, and among what feels like a ingot chain. Still vehement from the burning, she can scarcely hold it without stinging what skin is remaining of her. A few minutes pass to enable the object return to a tolerable warmth, she therefore places what feels like a choker around her neck where it somewhat sits on her bare breast. The female suddenly quickly jumps up, takes various hollow breaths, and tries to scan nearby. As she tries to open her eyes, agonizing burning pain forces her to close them once again. Reality starts to kick in, the girl was blinded by the rampage of the fire. Shock sets in and the girl falls rearward upon the ground where she stood into the ash. In the shady fume-full heavens, there is what appears to be some type of beast gliding in circles, invisible by the veil of dust and relics. Relief sweeps in the touch of winter's sweet grasp. A immense flying animal descends from the skies, wings as broad as the distance from the sun to the moon, each drift more dominant than the last. Ashes detonate into heaps of nothing into the air, what is left of the fire clearly exterminated from the fowl's enormous sides. This force is so strong that it startles the girl to her feet, provoking her to awaken. Within the turmoil, dazzling blue-green feathers, azure wings, crimson cardinal eyes, and glorious claws are visible. She is clutched mildly by a monstrous feathered creature and hastily lifted up into the sharp yellow claws of the fowl. Painful bursts of brisk shooting pain could be felt as there is no way to flee the capacity of this beast's claws. A glimmer of life remains in the girl's shut eyes as her body lightly twitches. All she knows is the security of whatever beast has stolen her once comatose body from the remnants of a catastrophic ill-fated province. The sense of ascending from the ground into the air brings everlasting serenity for the time being, and the girl silently passes back to sleep. Smoke begins to disappear from what is residual of her garb, her skin, and her hair. Pale silvery blizzard skin, an autumn burned chestnut could be observed beneath what is left of her hair that was newly concealed by dense pale fog.
Far away, snowy ivory cliff peaks are covered by clouds. Rain floods the gloomy dark heavens, thunder roars & lightning temporarily ignites up the whole territory. The rest of the embers is rapidly dismissed by the stream of water that washes down upon the two of them. Each occasion lightning strikes, the fowl dodges swiftly missing the hazards of the storm. Only a few miles from the top of the ridges, each flap more busy than the other. A girl's pendant falls off her neck through the force of the colossal bird's momentum and control. With one brisk dive, the bird turns downwards and starts to press forward to salvage the pendant. Underneath are lush forces of nature that are delightful. Trees in sequence, life is once again detected. This is said to be the dominion of the elves of Falor but that is to say only a rumor. Elves haven't been seen or heard from since the war of Gundan. Sounds of puny feathered creatures chanting their songs, the bleats of baby fawns & their mothers, and the chittering of animals such as hares and squirrels. On the way downward, an awful wail is perceived, the sound of pain, an animal's death groan. What maybe hidden in the sufficient woods under? Tales of wolves, unusually larger than common wolves, what some may call dire wolves, are still described to this day even though they have been thought to have been annihilated by the hunters & elves of Falor years ago. Sparkling close the lankiest sapling in the woodland, a gleaming object is glistening in the leaves beneath. Lintu is aware of a long omitted beast of prey's presence as he approaches land, something menacingly barring ivory jewels and growling menacingly. A crimson trail of blood envelops them, splattered across plants and flowers. There was a massacre which occurred here without a doubt, the nauseating smell of warm fresh blood fills the air, the massacre surely was the beast heard shrieking prior. The pendant, marked in the prey's blood, is being guarded by a savage monster that will not yield it over without a fight to the death. Lintu prepares to protect both itself & the girl who was cautiously laid against a shrub under the safety of the fowl. Rising, Lintu stands 9 feet steep on both front limbs, wings spread far apart showing their real potential, and lets out a harrowing rallying cry. It stands aloof, willing to renounce its own existence for a human. Glowing eyes appear from the bushes once again, they disappear but immediately emerge in the bush nearby. Bristling grayish coral fur stands up on the back of this beast's neck, revealing its color to Lintu, its tail sweeps around itself and it leaps high into the air, landing on all fours straight in front of its prey. This beast of the thicket can only be one phenomenon, a dire wolf that was thought to be extinct. With wings spread, Lintu flutters them with such dominant unbelievable force that the dire wolf is flipped over, hurled against a tree, and yelps. It recovers from Lintu's strategic attack, zig zags in multiple routes, once again leaps into the air, and lands a horrid bite into Lintu's left wing. Blood covers the previously brilliant turquoise blue-green plumage, and looks like the quil of a novelist immersed in ink. Lintu's razor-edged claws rip the delicate raging fur from the direwolf's robust physique as a retaliation. Both beasts leap rearward, hurt from the harrowing pain each one has just underwent. Lintu's left wing is damaged, it can no longer protect itself from the direwolf's merciless attacks. Before the giant fowl can recover, the dire wolf strikes once again this time catching a large lump of meat from Lintu's left leg, the same side it already attacked on. Going in for the definitive massacre, the growling monstrocious wolf nears its prey. As it leaps forward to end the battle, the sound of an projectile can be heard fluttering through the forests, swooshing through the crisp air, and spouting into the wolf's right eye cavity. Another one, the sound of echoing through the ears, woosh! As the wolf takes one more step forward, it lets out one last difficult respite and thus falls like an old ragdoll, with both arrows surely in each eye. Out of the deep vegetation of the woods, a guy approaches, bow tense with one last arrow for good measures. Long flowing shining hair that practically appears brilliant white in the sunbeams that create their way through each sapling. Ears, pointed, curiously long, and emerald blooming eyes. He kneels to the girl who is still allocated against the bark of the wood. "The pendant of Siivetta, fowl-type humanoids that stem the wintry peaks of Frossard. I have only heard legends of it, but never thought I would lay my own very eyes on such a treasure. It has mysterious, ethereal, and unfathomable capabilities. How did you obtain such a thing? A lady barely dressed in tatters has no business possessing such a thing. You may be wondering what my name is. Why I am Adalun, a Falor woodland elf and the heir to my father's throne. Your name, please. Meudon, a lovely name befitting of a lovely lady such as yourself. Since the war, we have remained hibernating under the thick shelter of these forests. My father vowed to uphold the peace between the four nations and to abstain from using the sword in any more slaughter. Our people value peace, thus we have no interest in becoming involved in the little disputes between the opposing factions. Oh, you're blind, I see now. Please allow me to demonstrate the strength of the Siivetta pendant. This ancient force has the potential to cause destruction unimaginable to any living thing in the realm if it falls into the hands of the wrong people and is utilized for political gain. He grabs the bloody necklace off the ground and puts it around her neck. Incapable of raising its talons or wings, Lintu, who is still severely hurt from the fight, lies on the ground. Forcefully, the elf draws a small, razor-sharp dagger from his quiver, and he slices out the enormous heart of the now-dead beast. He swiftly commands the woman to put out her hand. Blood begins to flow through all of the heart's arteries as soon as he places it in her hand, returning the organ to its regular shade of dark deep crimson. This inheritance has the ability to give someone life, but you have to take it away from one creature in order to give it to another. The heart is lifted out of her hands by a rush of energy that then completely disappears into the necklace, absorbing its powers.
Meudon quickly grabs the necklace and fastens it around the ferocious bird Lintu's neck. It clutches onto the blood-stained feathers and starts to hum a soft green glow. Time is reversed by the wound on Lintu's wing, which then heals itself as if nothing had occurred. He also sustained damage to his right leg. Lintu somehow spreads her two enormous wings, taking flight over the woods. Adalun had no clue where the bird was carrying her, despite Meudon's assertion that they were traveling before losing the necklace. "Lintu is one of the last of its kind, a fabled bird from Frorsgard, a stronghold positioned high in the mountains that is only accessible to tourists, the Siiveeta. You were wearing the sacred jewelry, therefore that must be why Lintu scooped you up into his claws. He was returning home to deliver it, which is why he was on his way there. Sightseers resemble birds in that their feathers protrude from their flesh, and they have long, pointed beaks and talons for feet. They still have human eyes, just as they originally had human eyes. A deity from antiquity who can see into the future was found by the Siiveeta. someone who is able to anticipate and glimpse the future. Fjadraya, a deity of unending learning, went by that name. Each Siiveeta person would have to go through a grueling 30-day metamorphosis in which talons, feathers, and a beak would sprout, extending from head to toe, before becoming a true sightseer. Their sight would be removed from them at the conclusion of the change and given to the Faglar, the Lintu-related companions of the Fjadraya. Faglar become visual guides for each sightseer, and guide their way. They wouldn't be given the ability to predict the future until after that. Additionally, they possess the capacity to give blind people their sight back. You can regain what you once had but have lost if you deliver the pendant of Siiveeta. Alun and Muodon get aboard Lintu's back and resume their trek to Frorsgard. As the bird cuts through the wind, piercing each current, the mountains become larger. Clouds begin to lift, allowing access to the sightseer's stronghold. Rocky mountain archways lead to the royal room of Fjadraya, the goddess of genuine sight. Guards with spears drawn appear as Lintu arrives. "Don't attack, says Aladun, we have Siiveeta's jewelry." "My name is Aladin, and this is Meudon, a woman I found trapped in my people's woods." "She discovered the pendant buried in ashes from a fire a few miles from the forest's edge." "Lintu spotted smoke-filled air rising over the woodland and eliminated what was remained of the smoke, killing the lingering fire." Lintu didn't notice the woman until she was blinded by the smoke. "We must quickly contact your queen since only she has the ability to restore sight. The guards move a few steps apart, creating a passage to Fjadraya's throne room. Lintu flies away into the sunset, settling on its perch to rest after a long and bloody struggle with the ferocious wolf. As Meudon and Aladun climb the stairs, they can hear pounding footsteps. Then, as they round the corner, Fjadraya comes running their way, leaving two enormous footprints in her wake. Meudon unclips the pendant from her bare neck and hands it to its rightful owner. The queen's face begins to form a continuous grin, and as tears start to run down her cheeks, her smile turns into a river. She hangs the pendant on her neck, and a bright green light emanates from it. My people's soul, proclaims Fjadraya, "our inheritance, and the SiiVeeta's insignia." "How did it get into the wreckage of a raging inferno," I wondered. Despite the fact that you lost your eyesight, it was the only thing that was able to saved your life. Fjadraya softly places two of her fingers over Muodon's eyes, giving her back eyesight. "Give this sad soul what was taken from her, she accomplished a noble thing for the people of Siiveeta and will be regarded as a hero." The power of the pendant will be with her forever, may she find eternal life wherever it must be found. Meudon squeamishly opens her eyes; a slight sting is felt, but it isn't too painful. At first, everything is hazy, and Meudon can hardly make out Aladun's or Fjadraya's faces. As Muodon sees Aladun for the first time, things start to make sense. "Your nose is longer than I anticipated. "Pardon me! And yet, here we are, with your hair partially burned off. yells Aladin. Both of them started laughing, which was quite welcome after the trek to Frorsgard. Hero, I must ask you for a favor, Fjadraya interrupts unexpectedly. The pendant's strength appears to be waning, therefore you must take all necessary precautions to keep it safe. The Arcanum wizards will be aware of what to do. Elder Wizard, their magical talents are no joke. Egrus is in charge of the city walls. Only he can give the pendant strength again. He is the wizard who is most dreaded among the four kingdoms. A person with the title "Elder Wizard" has demonstrated magical prowess beyond that of a regular wizard. Two levels of mages who work for Egrus are bookkeepers and apprentices, both of whom may be seen researching spells while strolling around the city. Before they can call themselves bookkeepers, apprentices must complete their education for a total of four years. They learn everything they can while studying with working bookkeepers. If the time comes and Egrus is killed, an accountant will become the Elder Wizard. Meudon is handed the necklace once more, and for the first time since Lintu's discovery, she can see fully. As she appreciates the jewelry's beauty. A forest green moss agate stone is in the center, encircled by metal twines that take the shape of birds. The stone is covered with patterns that resemble tree branches. Each metal chain link that the stone is suspended from is coated in silver. Now Muodon's honey-pooled brown eyes may gaze upon its genuine beauty. Lintu glides down from his perch, bending his head elegantly as Aladun and Meudon board. "Take Lintu with you, he is from now on, your beloved horse for every voyage you go on." Arcanum is located on the far side of the Shattered Sanctuary and will take two days to reach. The ruins of Arcanum are waiting beneath the waters of Lake Eyre; underwater breathing is necessary to access its walls, which must be earned by gathering materials for bookkeepers' research. Five sprigs of Savage Spoolwood gathered from the lake's plant life, ten blue needle frog eyes, and one Silver Lotus fish heart Present these artifacts to Elder Egrus, and he will allow you access to Arcanum, enchanting the Siiveeta pendant to make it more potent than ever. Be wary of Kuolema's decaying ruins, which are home to practitioners of dark arts, resurrecting the dead, and outlawed necromancy. Kuolema is on the path to Arcanum and should be avoided at all costs. Necromancers are traitors to all of us, whether they be half undead, half human, elf, or sightseer. Traitors to our species, abandoning our nations to pursue unholy magic, formerly humanoid but unrecognizable after tampering with black magic. Flesh rots, disgusting pus oozes from sores on their skin, bones protrude from every orifice known to man, teeth fall out one by one, hair falls out by handfuls, and you should never trust a necromancer. Kuolema, also known as the city of doom, is constructed from the bones of our fallen brethren. They were slain in cold blood just for the purpose of being utilized in sick rituals Take the tunnel that runs beneath the city walls; no one will find you there. Guards outfit Meudon, Aladin, and Lintu with armor and swords as they go for their ultimate voyage. Aladin returns with a new bow, this time a mechanical crossbow loaded with flaming arrows, lightning shock arrows, and arrows soaked in a powder designed to put adversaries to sleep. Muodon mail armor, a chestguard, a coif, and leggings are handed out by a guard. Each garment is stitched with silver feathers, which are Lintu species insignia. She also receives a longsword, the blade 9 inches long, fashioned in steel and double coated for extra protection, gold embroiders the hilt, a sword made for a hero, for Meudon. Lintu was given silver-capped pieces designed particularly for his talons to make them even more lethal. A saddle with leather studding and emerald embroidery that is strong enough for the journey lays nicely across his back. The entrance to the tunnel that goes to Arcanum without coming into touch with the necromancers may be seen in the distance. The sole guide to the tunnel is the moon, which shines brightly in the dark sky. Follow the moonlight to the door; it will point you in the proper path. Kuolema can be seen over there, mountain-high masses of decomposing bones that were molded into walls, doorways, dwellings, and other structures as we go closer. A nauseating odor, decaying masses of dead humans, elves, and tourists flooding through the city gates. Lintu picks up pace, following the moon, but the moon slips behind a pair of clouds, leaving us with no way of determining the course. Necromancers begin to chant phrases that no one can understand, they sound the alert for intruders, and they begin to fly our way. They can raise animals because they are undead beings that use wicked dark magic to raise the dead. Wings flapping may be heard, wings of a bird of the same species as Lintu! We got disoriented and ended up landing in their garden, missing the tunnel entirely and hastily arming themselves. Lintu is hit by a bolt of green fire that narrowly misses Muodon and Aladin. Lintu expertly dodges four more bolts of green flame as they blaze past us. Alan shoots an incendiary arrow, engulfing one necromancer and his flying steed in flames. Lintu runs forward, face to face with another, while Muodon draws her blade from its golden sheath, slashing one's skull clean off its head. Two more flies fly away, muttering curses and summoning lethal bolts of cursed fire to attack the group. Aladin jumps from Lintu, collects the remaining necromancers in a circle, fearlessly draws a sleep arrow from his quiver, points squarely at the group of undead flying steeds, and fires. They fall to the ground with their riders like flies, smashing bones into a million pieces. Alan reunites with Muodon and Lintu, and they prepare to make their way to the tunnel after battling Kuolema necromancers. Lintu rises off the ground, thinking they are safe, but is forced to land again when additional strikes are launched at him. Muodon is pushed upon Lintu, causing her to flee without him. " ity walls, no one will ever discover you there." "Alan, please, I can't accomplish the job without you; I can't lose you like this." "It was an honor to discover you in my woods; fate has a strange way of revealing itself. Your goal is to safeguard the necklace at all costs so that we can meet again utilizing its gift of life. Fly now, stupid moron." Aladin fires one last flaming arrow, destroying everything around him, including himself. Meudon looks back behind her shoulder, seeing fireworks light up the path to the tunnel's entrance. Lintu barely fits but makes it to the other side in one piece despite being narrow and lengthy. Lake Eyre, where Arcanum, the human capital, is located, begins to appear.
It is immaculate, with waterfalls carved from dazzling crystals and a plethora of plants and animals. The lake's shore is lined with Savage Spoolwood, a simple plant with one catch. When collected, pricks will leave small incisions. A tiny sacrifice is required to return strength to the pendant. Modern carefully selects each terrible spool of wood and stores it in a bag on the side of Lintu's saddle. Blue needle frogs should be hidden behind rocks around the lake, readily blending in with the surrounding blue surroundings. Lintu snatches up each blue needlefrog with its beak and kills it instantaneously as the moon begins to elevate rocks in pursuit of them. Their eyeballs are a key component in bookkeeper potions. Lintu discovered the final thing required for our goal while looking for frogs. His razor-sharp beak tears the fish apart like paper, its heart dangling from its body. I take the heart and place it in the sack with the other stuff. Two enormous bubbles erupt out of thin air, encasing both lint and Murugan. The bubbles slowly sink into the depths of Lake Eyre's pristine waters. Fergus, the senior magician, is the only one who can cast water breathing since he must provide permission to enter Arcanum. Only practicing wizards are usually permitted on sanctum grounds. A massive gate floats towards Arcanum, blocking the access to the city's center ring. Creaking begins to reverberate throughout the Lake, and the gate's doors separate from each other, opening the entrance. Apprentices in blue robes go around with magic books that belong to the bookkeeper. As an apprentice, you must work under a bookkeeper, learning from them while also performing tasks such as carrying books. Remember, an apprentice will one day have someone lugging books for them. Bookkeepers dress in purple robes and wizard caps, and they always carry a wand on the side of their hip. While every pupil in the sanctum looks, Modern and Lintu turn to each other and nod. It must be strange to see a non-mage in this place. video Intimiulus, video stimulation, and video stimuli The wall-hung candles quickly catch fire, illuminating a desk covered in stacks of books. Turning around, an elderly guy scans Moudan and Lintu intently. As for nonmagic users, they only come to me for one reason and one reason only. "My power is extraordinary, many come here wishing for me to take them under my wing." "However, I have a feeling that is not why you have blessed me with your face this fine evening." Elder Fergus plumps himself right back down in his seat, seemingly waiting for a response. His eyebrows raise when he notices two people standing in front of him. "Have you heard about Siiveeta's pendant? Putrajaya trusted me to seek your advice because she thought you were the only person who could balance the stone again. Its influence is transient, and I'm not sure how much longer we have. Give me the stone, and I'll feel its power flow through my body. Impurorgio Lumarmus Impurorgio Coractum Prisearem Coractum Prisearem, alterego Moudan "Life pours through the stone and into you, and I think you're the reason the stone was able to retain its life power for so long." Its healing power, which was formerly a function of ancient life magic, is now fully functional. Given that you were present and directing energy into the ceremony as well, the magic was simple. By the way, while patrolling the outside walls near the city of death, my spellcasters discovered a young elf's body with golden blonde, nearly white hair. Poor man was blasted to shreds, but at least I was able to get most of his bodily parts back. I did receive a warning from Fradjaya that there would be three of you, so I sent my wizards to get him and bring him back to the city. "Alun, who has been at my side all my stay here, gave his life to rescue mine. One to be respected throughout our era's history for being bold and selfless. To at least see him one again, I would risk my life. "Bring back your companion by using the power of the stone to bring him back to life." Find a sacrifice to take its life in exchange for Alun "A city hidden beneath ancient soil, unknown to all, forever lost." Have you ever heard of hummingbird rumors? Where soul healers are claimed to come from, hidden by ancient magic. It is reported that they used a barrier protection spell to keep the city hidden from the rest of humanity. Soulhealers are a myth, capable of repairing souls, putting them to rest, and assisting those who have gone on to the afterlife. Take the pendant, return to where Lintu discovered you stranded, hold it near to your heart, close your eyes, and see the truth. "Who are you, where are you from, do you have any relatives, and what happened to you?" "Ask those questions again and over again with your eyes closed until the answers appear." Alan's remains will be transported with the contemporary, as she intends to resuscitate him after discovering life in return for his. Moudan and Litton bid farewell to old mage Argus before returning to the ash-covered desert area where it all began. Landing is like returning home to a land you never knew existed. It everything feels odd and familiar, like a dream. For the final time, Siiveeta's pendant begins to shine its typical emerald green. Moudan clutches it hard to her breast, asking herself, "Who am I?" where do I come from? Do I have a family? what took occurred to me? A ghostly woman with long gray hair that reaches her feet and is dressed in a white flowery dress materializes in front of her. She gives Moudan a calm grin. The region is silhouetted by her grotesque visage. The ghost does not answer when asked "Who are you." The ghost asks Litton, "What is my purpose," as he turns to face him and smiles ominously. Litton approaches Moudan and gently touches her sword while bowing down. "No, listen! You are my steed and my faithful comrade until the end of time, so stick with me." Immediately after lunging for Moudan's sword and being stabbed in the heart, Litton's blood splatters over the pendant that is hung around Moudan's neck. To die is to live; to live is to die; a life for a life. Litton gives the sky one more glance before vanishing into sparkling sapphire blue ashes that float in the direction of the moon and vanish forever. Pieces of Aladun's body begin to twist and spin, the necklace radiating life from its center, and Aladun will rise once more. The mountain bends towards the unknown terrible ghost as they come together. "Hello, long nose Aladun, your elf buddy." "I knew you'd come back for me, Moudan!" "Where has Litton gone?" "I miss the small nudges he used to give me while I was alive." "Litton dedicated his life for yours, Aladin," Moudan says, with a terrible sad expression on his face. It was his last request. "Listen, I don't know how I could ever thank you for what you accomplished; no words can convey how beautiful you were in life." and how lovely you'll be in death." "Aladun's best faithful steed forever," he adds. Everything begins with ash and ends in dust. "What am I?" "What exactly am I?" "How did I get here?" The ghost guides the necklace to my heart by placing its palm on it. "The solution is here, it gurgles." "There are plenty of answers within of us; you only have to inquire." Blue wings... lovely blue wings... a butterfly flutters by my face. FLYING WITH "BLUE WINGS" Lutin had blue wings as well. Modan's mind immediately conjures up a picture of a little newborn bird. Everything was on fire, and it was out of control; all the plants, trees, and animals, all imaginable life, had been burned to a crisp. . That day was unusually dry and scorching, as I recall. A wildfire erupted, leaving only ashes and flaming embers in its wake. The small bird attempted to flee, but was stymied by my necklace and died in the flames. The day began brightly, high above Frorsgard, in my nest with my father Latin. "Father, may I expand my wings a bit further today and explore the Falor forests?" asks the small bird. "No, my son, it is far too perilous for a fledgling like you to wander forth alone into the wilds," Latun yelled. Dissatisfied, the small bird resolved to go off on his own. He flew towards Falor against his father's commands, but Fradjaya had Siiveeta's jewelry hanging from her balcony. The small bird accidentally got the pendant wrapped around him while flying through and handed it to Falor. Because the forest fire drugged him down, he was unable to lift his wings or fly and therefore lost hislosinge. "It's all coming back to me now," Moudan adds. More and more details, more detailed ones. The ashes of the small bird trickled into the crevices of the necklace, which ended up buried beneath a mountain of ash. As a result, life force was absorbed, giving birth to life in the shape of a woman. She emerged from the ashes, covered in burns and ripped rags, but had escaped with no serious injuries despite spending so much time near the fire. A person made of ash cannot burn in a fire. Latin flew above the woods of Falor, gazing high and low, but only noticing a glittering shining thing below. As he got closer, he spotted a lady emerge from the ash heap. He is now reunited with his kid, delighted that he has finally found him. "You are life, kid, you are born from the pendant itself." "This is home, exclaims Moudan, this is who I am and what I am. I am Moudan, and I am light, love, and life." "I was waiting for you to return, you were never gone, home was here waiting for you all along, where your heart is," the ghost says softly. "Who are you?" Moudan asks. "A sad soul trapped in the flames, able to find peace, finally able to move on after seeing you return here." The figure vanishes in an instant, leaving no trace. Aladun looks at Moudan for a few seconds, digesting all that has transpired during the course of their voyage across the Four Kingdoms. "I need a drink," Moudan laments. "My bones still ache after being sewn back together," he complains. "Mordan, our task has been completed; we have restored power to Siiveeta's pendant and delivered peace to the land. No harm will come to mankind again as long as you maintain the necklace." "I hope you're correct. The ability to revive the dead, Aladun, must never fall into the hands of evil." "Preserve me, stand by my side as we scour the region; whatever happens, we must protect the pendant." "Jordan, come with me to my hometown Falor; the capital is deep within the forests, veiled by tree vines." Our elves do not like guests, strangers, or invaders, but my father will make an exception for you. "Who knows, you may be his future daughter-in-law!" *Mordan smacks Aladun across the face* "In your dreams, long ears," Mordan exclaims. "Let's get this thing moving, I could use some relaxation in Falor." They both start walking towards the woodland's edge, towards the tangled vines that cloak the jungle. Only a few more steps till we reach Falor, an old mystical city covered in vines, flowers, and the remains of creatures killed by natural causes. Falor has remained concealed for 1000 years, hasn't had a war, and hasn't gotten involved in Kundan's problems. Glorandal Ralothyra, my father, has governed these forests since the war's conclusion. There will be no bloodshed or conflict in these portions of the continent. Vines cling to every tree, making it nearly hard not to get lost. Elves are natural explorers, spending their entire lives following the deep forests and becoming one with the land. Outsiders get lost going in circles while looking for the entrance to Falor. An elf riding a stag meets Moudan and Adalun as they approach Falor's entrance. It's Glorandal, Alun's father. "Son, I've been waiting for your coming since you left the shelter of our woodland," Glorandal adds. Alun gives his father a bashful look, not establishing eye contact and keeping his head down. "Father, there's more to the world than Falor; I needed to see anything but trees or I'd go nuts." Glorfindel groans in contempt and motions them away. As you enter the city, you will see moss-covered staircases. Trees cover every nook and cranny, even leading to the king's room. Unfortunately, they find themselves in the heart of Falor, the room of thorns. This is the residence of King Glorandal. "Now that we're here, Mordan, what would you want to do first?" "Hmmm... still have one of those arrows soaked in sleep powder?" Jordan inquires. "I just had one remaining, and I didn't get to fire it before being blasted to bits by the flaming arrow." Aladun sighs. "Aladun, let's take a sleep." Jordan reaches into Aladun's quiver, pulls out the last arrow, and places it in the center of each of them, in the midst of a log. "Inhale, one, two, three, breathe slowly, alright, now exhale," Mordan instructs. Aladun begins to swing back and forth alongside Moradan, both fatigued and unable to keep their eyes open. "Goodnight, Aladun, and lovely dreams!" "See you in my dreams," Aladun adds shyly. Kundan is no longer in turmoil, and the pendant of Siiveeta has been committed to Moradan, the caretaker of all things good.