Cithara Aeloira Elizell, the last princess of Everdaile, grappled with the relentless pursuit of her obscured past, stood at the crossroads between the forces of good and evil.
Yet, the abyss of her quest deepened unexpectedly, with the revelation t...
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When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.
Caitlyn Siehl
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CELEBRIN'S temper ignited like the flames she commanded. Her blazing whip, aglow with magic, lashed out towards Varelor, a manifestation of her fury and the unbridled elements at her command.
Upon impact, a dense smoke billowed forth, shrouding Varelor in an ephemeral cloak. Believing his friend's attack had struck true, Livian swiftly employed his wind magic, dispersing the concealing smoke.
However, as the dissipating smoke unveiled the aftermath, they were met with a scene far different from their expectations.
"Didn't you know that ice can beat fire if it is stronger?" Varelor spoke, a sly grin playing on his lips. Celebrin's once-blazing whip now hung devoid of flame, a testament to the unexpected turn of elemental prowess.
"How did you -"
Varelor raised his hand, the glint of his ring catching the light as he displayed it to the other Avallons.
"You are the -"
" Yes, Livian," interrupted Varelor," I am one of the Avallons."
"But that's impossible!" Theodren, the Earth Avallon, exclaimed. "There is no such thing as a fifth ring!" His words rang with disbelief, challenging the very essence of Varelor's revelation.
"But there is now, and you are seeing this in front of you," Varelor retorted.
Hearing those words, a memory flashed before Livian's eyes - the echo of a past encounter, a clandestine moment that now gained clarity in the present.
Another war! Another war will soon end the five! This marks the commencement of the end!
"The end of the five," he whispered, the words slipping from his lips like a foreboding refrain. His quickened heartbeat echoed the gravity of the moment, the revelation lingering in the air with an ominous weight.
Varelor seized every uttered word with acute attention. Abruptly, he closed in, fingers tightening around Livian's neck, fixed him with the man's green eyes that feigned innocence, a chilling silence settling between them.
"End of the five, eh?" Varelor spoke, his tone laced with a sinister edge. "Or perhaps the demise of all of you, including the other Avallons and your master?"
In the midst of Varelor's discourse, Livian deftly extended his arms towards the concealed teleportation gem in his pocket, executing a seamless maneuver. Without a moment's delay, he gestured to the other Avallons to interlock their hands, forming an unbroken chain. With a focused mind, Livian conjured the mental image of their clandestine citadel, a sanctuary tucked away in the recesses of his thoughts.
