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[/div]❝ It hits you like a wave. It envelopes you like a rolling fog. It washes over you like a tide. Heat. I remember the first time I experienced heat. It was nauseating, yet soothing. Sickening, yet relaxing. Living in a cold, stone chamber for over fifty years can only allow certain luxuries, but heat… heat was new.
My brother, Ambrose, and I were carved from stone and brought to life by the sorceress Aimluth. Both of us, we were given a gift. The first was immortality, and the second was a small stone necklace, a necklace that would change the course of the war we had been brought into. This necklace was made from Aimluth’s tear and held enough power to banish an entire race, the race of the Verymyr. They were a vile race, a race of darkness, and had nearly destroyed this world, Ardria.
This information, however, felt insignificant to my brother and I. Why, you ask? Because of the heat. When we stepped outside, placing our bare feet in the lush, swaying grass, we had no idea what to think. How could this beautiful paradise be in a war? The roars of waterfalls sounded in the distance, and a gentle breeze played with our soft hair. Though we were only just teens around the age of 17, blessed, or cursed, to age only one year every hundred years until we reached our mid 20s, we already knew the beauty of the world, and what a world looked like when it was at war. This world we stood in, we knew was not at war.
We couldn’t have been more wrong.
It was the year 428 when Aimluth died, when Ambrose and I were born. Ardria had already been at war for two hundred years, and we hadn’t a clue, not until we set foot on the mainland nearly a hundred years after we’d been born. Plolis, our homeland, happened to be located above a massive plain, a plain called Rellrai. A plain that was now full of cracked, browning earth, coarse, dead grass, and not any water in visible sight. The sky above us was a swirl of blacks and greys. At that moment, the both of us learnt what war looked like.
So we vowed to fight it. The Verymyr had caused this, so all we had to do was find the leader and end it. However, this was not as easy as we had hoped it was. The Verymyr, no matter how dark or how ugly, were an advanced race and had but one goal: plunge the world into eternal darkness. Because of this, they did not have a leader, but all worked together to complete their goal in organised societies. This made it impossible to chop the head off the snake.
We fought them together, my brother and I, wiping them from each land and moving on to the next. What we did not know was that when we left, they came back, and all our hard work was for nothing. We fought, and fought, and fought for nearly a hundred years before something happened.
And it wasn’t something good.
Something snapped in Ambrose. I think it was just that he had lost all hope, and he turned to the side of the Verymyr. He became their leader, he lead them to battle, and he vowed he would end this war, a war that had lasted much too long.
We faced each other head to head, and it was a bloodbath. The loss was great, and I could not call it a victory. In the end, I had to banished my brother, locking him away within the necklace around my neck, Aimluth’s tear. When Ambrose was locked away, the Verymyr were banished and fled to the dark dimension, leaderless and powerless.
As the years crawled onward, Ardria rebuilt itself. I fell into my own thoughts, mourning the loss of my dear brother. Now, nearly five hundred years later, I walk the lands as a common wanderer. The great tale of Aeni and Ambrose became a legend, and I became a whisper on the wind. ❞pbs.twimg.com/media/CwDYTdWWYAA5MOp.jpgbenefaction.boards.net/thread/20/aeni-rey-wipimgur.com/3whHrHI.jpg |
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