Karn stood back as Drell hurled something from within his armour. It flashed past, bouncing before the crowd of the now-human Felren, who instinctively recoiled from the hissing sound it made. Karn strained to catch a glimpse between the clambering bodies. The object flickered in the air before abruptly snapping open with a distinctive pop.
A brilliant burst of light erupted, casting an ethereal glow across the battlefield. Gasps of astonishment filled the air as all the Felren clans shielded their eyes from the sudden light. But then the light faded, and images formed. They opened their eyes to watch the dazzling display unfold before them, holding them captive, transfixed.
Within the shimmering light, images danced and swirled, like apparitions conjured from ancient legends. Scenes of battles fought, alliances forged, and sacrifices made played out within the ephemeral display. The Felren watched, their expressions shifting from confusion to fascination, as the history of their clans unfolded in front of their eyes.
Karn glanced at Drell, who stood with a solemn expression, his gaze fixed on the spectacle. In that moment, Karn sensed the weight of the Elder's purpose, the significance of the message he had carried for so long. It was a message that transcended time, revealing the untold stories of the distant past and unbreakable bonds that wove the fabric of their clans' existence.
Karn watched in silence as the object righted itself, unleashing a fresh surge of light skywards. In its wake stood a massive figure, commanding attention and leaving every soul utterly shocked.
Clad in polished armour befitting a king, the middle-aged man exuded an air of regality. A golden crown adorned his long, dark hair, while a neatly braided beard framed a smile that stretched to the corners of his eyes. Despite the moment, Karn couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity as he gazed at the imposing presence.
A warm sensation swelled within Karn's chest as the man spoke with a rich, kind voice. "My beautiful, wonderful friends," the King of old addressed the assembled Felren. "I am so proud of each and every one of you. Our people and our kingdom will forever be in your debt."
The ancient, prerecorded image of the King turned, addressing the stunned onlookers as his voice carried with unwavering authority. "The brave houses of Felren have saved countless lives," he continued. "But now it is time to save yourselves.”
Houses? Thought Karn. I thought they were Clans? Then Karn noticed the stone Elementlet nod with agreement at the King’s words.
“There will come a time in the future, perhaps not in your lifetime or that of your children, but it will come. In that moment, your people will be called upon again to safeguard the land. However, I implore you—never allow yourselves to be enslaved by the notion that your existence is solely defined by fighting. Yes, you are brave warriors, but within each of you lies passion, love, dignity, and grace. Do not let others strip away those cherished qualities."
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"House of the Burning Sun, your passion for life burns brightest. Remember to cherish every moment, for dedicating all your time to combat would leave you with death as your sole companion. House of the Whispered Night, you are the calming breeze that soothes the embers of the sun. Life requires balance, and in times of darkness, it is your courage that must illuminate the path. Where there is sorrow, let your love prevail."
The King's gaze shifted towards the members of the Snow Council, his words carrying a tone of deep respect. "You possess the sharpest minds among us. Your passion for the arts and knowledge is unmatched. While your house may not seek leadership, never blindly follow. Let your intellect be your most formidable weapon."
Turning his attention to the Earthen brothers, the King acknowledged their unwavering strength and their capacity for kindness. "You are the foundation that keeps us grounded. Your will is as strong as iron. But among you, I have witnessed countless acts of heartfelt kindness. Remain true to yourselves."
Suddenly, a solemn anger overtook the king's countenance, his eyes filled with wrath. "The Blood religion is banned!" he declared, his voice resonating with absolute conviction. Karn's gaze darted across the crowd, sensing the confusion and varying emotions among the Blood clan.
"Should your house ever be tainted by the delusions of the Blood, know that their teachings are false, created by the enemy of all living things—the harbinger of destruction."
As swiftly as the wrath had emerged, the king's face relaxed, returning to the comforting smile that adorned his features. The image seemed to age in that brief moment, with grey traces now peppering his beard and his armour displaying signs of recent battles.
Once again, the king turned, meeting Karn's gaze for a fleeting moment. And in that instant, recognition flooded Karn's mind. He had seen this man before, in a long-forgotten memory, captured within the pages of the book. Though the king before him appeared different—his hair now dark instead of blonde—it dawned on Karn that this man was the youth he had encountered, the eldest son who had grown to replace his father. The warm smile the King bestowed upon them mirrored the one Karn had received from the youth in his dream.
With one last smile directed at his subjects, the vision's face turned away. "I have granted the Felren houses a land beyond the river," the King announced. "There, you will dwell in peace, far from the influence of tyrants. You will be safe. However, remember that within the walls of the city of Brancourt lie your true homes. They have been sealed away, awaiting your return. For when the one true Lord reveals himself once more, you must heed the call. And your time of peace will come to an end."
"The same evil you valiantly fought and sacrificed for will resurface," the King warned, his gaze sweeping across the crowd. "Follow the one true Lord, for he shall appear in due time."
Karn glanced at Drell, noticing the battle-worn Felren's tired grin. Drell's lips moved silently alongside the vision of the King, "and on that day, dragons will fly again."
As the luminous display gradually faded, a hushed silence settled upon the beach. The Felren stood in awe, their faces set with wonder. The impact of what they had witnessed lingered in the air.
Drell turned to face the Night commander who had stepped forward earlier, his eyes filled with astonishment.
"Now you see the truth of our shared past," he declared. "Together, we can forge a future rooted in strength, courage, and unity. Let the darkness that tainted our clans come to an end and may the legacy of our ancestors guide us to a new era of prosperity."
A ripple of agreement spread through the crowd, murmurs of resolve and determination intertwining with the gentle sea breeze. The Night and Blood Felren exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. They had glimpsed the truth but were unsure of their precarious future.