The domain of Pheax beyond the dial of Cixtridri beheld many different districts diverse with a wide range of different Evalend cultures. Pfiffer was about an hour’s walk from the palace and beheld the woodlyn-evlendish community of the Fredominion. Lelie found herself amazed at the ever-changing surroundings and architectures of Pheax; plenty a wood house, either built in-between or hanging from the high twisting trees with leaves of occasional green and random blots of yellow and orange; the roots of which broke through and amalgamated with the brick grounding of this particular section of Pheax.

The lenders that went about their day to day reflected these trees around them in their appearance; as the Elder Lazonga had been; some of other elders that walked amongst the lively childlike bore short sproutings upon their faces.

“What are they?” Lelie leaned to Que.

Ripple broke free from a hum and giggled at Lelie's question.

“They're like me,” she said. “They just prefer to dedicate their lives to the Hortelom; the elms dedicated specifically to the element of wood, and thus they have elended as such. judging by their flows, I'm pretty sure each of these were fecundated by their magiks. Beautiful isn't it.”

Halori ran up to meet with them. “I would love to see inside their homes! They're not much taller than I am, are they?”

Although the dwelve was still relatively short in comparison; the Woodlyn-Evlish were a lot smaller than Ripple was in their frames and lengths.

“This is a small community compared to what I've read of,” said Que. “The Woodlyn-evflish rarely like to walk on the lands; here in Pheax maybe, but around Evalend their communities are often found in high tree tops.”

Lelie nodded as her understanding broadened; her visit in Pheax so far had been the highlight of her life. She looked over to where Que was glaring to see Nady enter into a store, Dane held the door open for her and closed it behind them. Lelie could understand Que's frustration in the moment.

Yet Nady opened the door again, shaking her head; holding it open until Halori had entered, before smiling to her comrades. “We're just having a look for now; scout around and let me know what ideas come to mind.”

“Woah, look at that!” said Halori and the group scattered into different directions as they searched between the long rows of fine materials that one would only find in a rare woodt-evflish community such as Pfiffer.

Lelie, who loved to observe the different fashions and designs that students back at the Godfordt would flaunt during off-times and integration periods; lost herself instantly in the array of different colours and feels between her fingers as she visualised herself dancing with the wielder of the Fyrevere in a variety of different designs she was sure she could put together, were she ever to afford the materials.

"I don't trust that Flaresword boy, " said Dane. Lelie froze where she stood; on the other end of turquoise silks that seemingly hung in between of her and a private conversation.

"You don't even know him, Dane, " said Nady not moving her eyes from the drapes and she rubbed her thumb and index finger between the fine works.

“But Highborn,” said Dane. “I have learned to trust my gut in my years...”

Nady sighed. "Remember when I told you over last the last Zerachos-period that... Well... Somebody had caught my eye."

Lelie's clasped at her heart. It was as she had feared on the journey through the Unnamed Forest.

Dane said nothing as she realised what her Highborn was telling her. "Highborn, you can't be seriously thinking... the Fredon would -"

"Nady, Danextra," said Nady curtly. "And I did not ask you what you thought of my feelings although I am grateful yours have come to light. I won’t share with you any more if you subside to nonsensical prejudice."

Lelie, as frightened by the revelation as she was that Nady, who seemingly already had it all, was now her competition, could not help but respect her commander in that moment.

"What are you doing Lelie?" asked Whisp so suddenly that Lelie knocked into the railings and it all came crashing to the floor. Dane and Nady turned to her.

Lelie could see the fear in her comrades’ eyes as she suddenly realized that perhaps Lelie had eavesdropped.

" This is it!" Lelie exclaimed, holding up a long drape of turquoise. "look at it."

"I love it," said Que, more to the narrowed eyes of the suspicious Dane.

Nady caught Lelie's eye but Lelie smiled as if no information had been taken. Nady suppressed her sigh and smiled as she felt out to the materials that Lelie held out to her.

“I like it,” she said, smiling at Lelie.

Lelie smiled back; what else could she do, she thought. She would have to suppress her true feelings for the time being. After all, she considered it her heart that was on the line.

“What do you think?”

Mogadi, fully armoured in redsteele, from helm to boot, did a spin for the Flare-Warroyers in the smith’s store the village in the district of Frope's little store.

“Brilliant!” said the dwelvish smythic. He was no shorter than Halori; coming up to around the barbara's knees; his long black beard that bobbed above his tiny tummy as he moved in circles around Mogadi to ensure she was perfectly sealed. “Not even Dreenix will be able bring heat to these pieces!”

Chrys sighed; feeling warm in the suit of redsteele armour; he rubbed sweat of his forehead; the store they were standing in contained many a weapon and amour piece on display; truth be told Chrys thoroughly enjoyed the scenery, and were the situation more private he may even have found himself looking around.

It was definitely the kind of store he would spend his Delly on; Lelie came to mind as he thought it.

“I'm up next!” said Spiere. He was the only one of them not covered in redsteele armour. The rest of them, save for Kahn, who looked at them with envious eyes but a smile on his face, all stood looking mighty fancy. Borrin flexed his muscles and made a joking growl.

It was the first time that Chrys himself had ever been armoured in quality, besides for the normal paddings back at the Mastria. The stretch of the material woven into the light yet stark armour allowed for much flexibility; besides how warm Chrys felt in them; he could not help but feel quite amazing himself and his reflection in the mirror proved as much.

Spiere came holding out his hands. He did a back-flip to amuse the onlookers, Chrys rolled his eyes. “Perfect!” said the smythic. “If all of you are as happy as me, then I shall send a bill to Fredon Pharon and you can scroll these fine pieces of my work. Redsteele, as I'm sure you all know, is magicked to withstand even the strongest of the fyre-elemental powers. You won't find any better quality than here by me.” He winked.

The Flare-Warroyers stood around one another and had a laugh at themselves. Chrys stood aside awkwardly as he began to loosen the armour.

“Chrys.” He looked to find the reagon looking at him somewhat nervously, but with big brown eyes that seemed to cherish what they saw. Chrys nodded at the reagon. “I was wondering...” his voice dropped in a whisper. “Would you... could you... teach me some tricks... I mean, with the sword?”

Chrys narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He was almost certain he had heard the fredon rule that the reagon should not be allowed around battle or any of the likes of such.

“No,” he said. As much as he felt for the reagon to not know the feeling and freedom beyond the swing of a sword, he could not pass that barrier socially. Even if he were, who would he be to defy a Fred, nevertheless, a father. “Don't piss me off.” he rolled his eyes.

The stars disappeared in Kahn's eyes and a sadness overtook him, but it was for the better, Chrys thought as he kicked off his right redsteele boot and turned his attention away from the reagon completely.

He did not want Kahn to get the wrong impression of him; Chrys could never see himself teach anybody as he had taught himself.

Sylus came to his mind at that moment, and he sighed miserably as he pushed the memory of his rival's first swing from his thoughts. The door slammed behind Kahn. Chrys rolled his eyes as another wave of emotion erupted up from his stomach.

Sylus waved his hand and killed the flame spell he conjured before it grew hot enough to burn him. He stood atop the same Figarous hill the Flare-Warroyers had passed through when Pheax first came into view; the night blanketing the world around him.

Although, at night, it was a completely different sight of beauty, that with all the lights that emitted from the vast Fredominion.

Yet Sylus saw none of the beauty before him. It was the first time Sauxuar had allowed him the usage of the dark portal without supervision. He was nervous in his loneliness; but adamant in igniting some pride within his father.

Perhaps it was because Sylus had played a small part in saving his father and Sinobia's life that he had gained the extra bit of trust for this side-quest. Perhaps it was because Sauxuar could not bear to face any of his children in light of the upset he suffered in the Unnamed Forest.

Sylus hoped that recent developments would bring him even closer to level with his father; or at the very least would bring him one step closer to defeating Kion and having the power he so desperately needed at this moment.

Alas, the crow familiar came from the shadows of Pheax below. Sylus readied himself for the latest download of information

"Kraa!" said Svenessen as he landed on Sylus's shoulder; the croaky voice of his formiliar spoke with his telepathy “The three famzels have accomplished their destination, Syluscion."

"They are fully confident they know how to get to Mount Pheax. They will be setting foot inside the runes of Evypento, where the device of teleportation is said to be located. I have gotten close enough to show you the entrance; your portal would go unnoticed. The rune is completely unguarded."

"Show me the way Svenessen," Sylus demanded. The crow gave another annoying “Kraa!!” and evaporated into a cloud of smoke where it thus returned to the secret depths of Sylus's consciousness as the image of his destination became apparent to him.

He smiled and opened the dark portal.

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The run of Evypento was in such shambles that it could hardly be described; yet the yunicorns, still under the guise of their light manipulation, led Allaana, Luciana and Tamoria a long flight of stairs that eventually led to a hole into deeper depths.

They went onwards, and walked for long, holding nothing but a torch of fire cast and held by Tamoria, they climbed the many steps down before them. The trotting of the yunicorns melodic in the forgotten passageway; that led right into the heart of Pheax; far down below the very palace in fact.

There, the torchlight illuminated a large squared cavern; mostly empty, other for the large rectangular object that stood in the centre of this cave. It's material strangely familiar.

"That is, it," said Skyscope. "The very same device we saw Parliot open so many years ago."

Allaana walked before the object and placed her hands over it. "It's of the same stone that guarded the Library upon our arrival." said Allaana chuckling sweetly.

Tamoria knew what was coming.

"Gimil Aleph Beith Dalet Hei!" Aseng! Onepa!

And by the grace of the night, the rectangular device first shook in its spot; and then began to sink into the ground and when it was level, a great gust escaped its midst as it pulled apart to reveal a mountain peak of snow way and far down below.

"Alas!" yeighed Skyscope. "This is it! You have opened the teleportal to Mountain Pheax."

"What do we do now?" asked Tamoria, holding Pawnick warm as the cool air from down below blew against her mightily.

"We jump," neighed Skaladapi.

"No!" Tamoria gasped.

"Allaana?" Luciana herself was not one for these sorts of heights.

"Wait here for me, " said Allaana hurriedly, It's now or never. "

And then she dived. Tamoria and Luciana gasped as their friend disappeared as a black speck into the white of the towering mountain, from which beyond they could see nothing; as surrounding the mountain was a familiar pearly mist; so compressed together that they formed great clouds around the peak.

"She just killed herself!" Tamoria yelled.

"Neigh," said Skyscope. "You forget we have done this before."

He hopped and dived horn first after her.

"Trust the Omnivalor," said Skaladapi. Looking Tamoria deep into her eyes. "for they trust Allaana Wincrest. So you can too."

With that Skaladapi was gone as she went down the hole in the cavern. Luciana and Tamoria exchanged glances. "I'm sure she knows what she's doing," Luciana nodded.

Tamoria sighed. It was evident at this point as Allaana had made history before her eyes yet again.

"Al right then, but hold my hand as we do it."

Luciana smiled and they both let out a mighty scream as they jumped down after.

Sylus gave it only a moment before he heard the teleportation device begin to creek closed.

"Shyt!" he swore as he ran.

As Allaana had said. It was now or never. He did not think twice as he jumped in after.

“Dreenix!” Kindraught called cheerfully down the end of the cavern.

Beyond Kindraught's hut; upon ascending the Pheax wall, led a bridge to the mount beyond the Fredominion. Chrys, Spiere and Flint, armoured to the helm, followed Kindraught all the way into a vast cavern where they stood before unbreakable goldsteele pillars, cast by Kindraught himself, to withhold the ancient Dragyre during his unpredictable phases.

“Do not approach, old man,” came the rough and vigorous hoarse and scratchy voice of the old Dragyre; and from the shadow of the torches of the cave, his outline cast the shadow. It was a strange one indeed, thought Chrys, as his long snout was followed by something oddly triangular in shape. “I am feeling particularly odd today; especially as you draw closer.”

Flint exchanged a dark glance with Spiere, who smiled excitedly as he lowered his helm.

“I have brought you explanations as to the recent black outs you have been suffering from, old friend,” said Kindraught politely. “May I bring the wallan to you?”

There was a silence.

“Does he pose any form a threat?” came the voice of Dreenix after some thought.

“Come look into his eyes and tell me what you see,” said Kindraught.

Chrys was shocked to see that as the great shadow drew over the reflection of torch light in the cavern beyond. it began to decrease in its ferociousness when Dreenix finally slithered before them and put his claw-like hands on the goldsteele. Chrys was taken aback by the Dragyre's existence; never mind the appearance. Dreenix was but around twice the size of Borrin; yet he was unlike anything Chrys had ever imaged, in spite of him being smaller than he had originally had thought.

Dreenix's scaled blood-red skin was seared with scars of many ages; the markings around his eyes were of golds and purples; Sporting a long white beard, and a hat not far different from that which Kindraught wore, there was more than just awareness beyond his eyes.

In fact, as Chrys's eyes met the old and ancient dark blue upon gold-yellow eyes of the Dragyre; he could sense the consciousness and wisdom beyond them as he felt the being observe him from the inside out.

“What is this nonsense, Kindraught?” Dreenix demanded. “Why do I suffer these rages as of late? Tell me!”

Kindraught turned to Chrys. “Ah, Chrys, would you be so kind as to draw your sword?”

Chrys sighed for he knew nobody could see his face in this moment. He put his hand around the hilt of the Fyrevere and a strange feeling tingled between his fingers as he pulled the sword free from its leather sheath.

Dreenix's eyes widened in horror as he saw the reflection of something he feared greatly flapping towards him in the reflection of the blade.

Outside, a young Pheaxian reagon, armoured in redsteele far too big for him, snuck into the cave.

His warden, as irate as can possibly be, trailing not too far behind him.

Allaana chuckled sweetly. The closer to the snowy mountain top she got the more weightless she began to feel. The mountain top shined of blues in spite of the dying light of Luthane, and eventually she was floating towards a cliff on the edge. The yunicorns neighed happily as they galloped on the air around her; and Luciana and Tamoria were next to her in no time.

“You can open your eyes now,” Luciana giggled and when Tamoria did she found their feet were just about to reach a soft landing on the mountain-peek.

They were before the crescent Luthane; certain they were in the same Evalend they had been a mere couple of moments ago. They leaned over the edge but could see nothing but cloud of pearly mist.

“The Naveah?” Luciana asked Allaana who recognised it at the same time.

“Yes!” laughed Skaladapi. “You mares know of the Naveah?”

“Indeed so,” said Allaana; against the high gusts of the tallest mountain of Evalend; it's dimensions and weight hidden long ago from the rest of the planet at the formation of the first hordial. Allaana and the girls felt no cold here in spite of the icy surroundings. She spotted an entrance to what seemed to be yet another cave.

“That's where he put it!” said Skyscope; he yeighed excitedly as he led them inside with a trot.

Sylus's feet touched the edge of the mountain-cliff shortly afterwards as all weight returned to him. He nearly screamed as he lost his balance, almost toppling over the edge. Cold against the strong gusts here up high where he knew not where, he followed the prints left behind in the snow.

With only the light of the yunicorn's auras illuminating the dark, the three girls followed down a long narrow path before reaching a wider section. As they stepped inside, suddenly, a purple glow illuminated from the tip of Allaana's boot as it shot before her in a slit within the ground and divided ahead before illuminating a complex geometry before them, in which was a central pillar where seemingly three pages of Parliot's journal were floating in a silver illuminated translucence sphere.

“It can't be!' Allaana gasped; the rest waited for her as she approached with tears in her eyes; without thinking she reached for the pages; her hand simply moving through its protective spell. She hesitated not and began to read.

My dearest Allaana

You have allowed the harons to lead you back home; you best believe I am right there behind them all, along with the rest of us.

You will remember soon enough. You always do.

I have recorded this message to you, probably a long time ago by the time you reach it. Arcalieos has sent me all the harons I needed in order to know what lies ahead; even though I may not be there with you, I hope this haron to you will guide you safely as if I were.

A long time ago, a terrible monster ran rampant on Evalend, set loose upon our graceful world by the accursed Supreamos Szaltore Helsoyn. The monster took Evalend in to deepest clutches of the Dyster; soon outgrowing the grips of its master, who could no longer control it.

The monster was the infinite Helblitzer Salazzar;

it had the heads of thousands and threatened our very existence in itself.

A group of strong individuals took a final stand against this monster

and they brought upon the end of one of the darkest ages Evalend had ever met.

It came at a great price.

The wielder of the Flareswords at that time, a hero of great,

he attempted to manipulate the very threads of fate.

To ensure that Salazzar never see the light of Samsora again;

he sealed the monster that caused our world such great fear,

with the wings of our beloved Thielzaphere.

I have dedicated my life and work to ensuring her return;

therefore, I pass on to you the three harons I have designed in order to set her free from depths of the Flares.

For not even the Aeon of the Ages will; be able to burn bright with her blocking its entrance to our world.

The Azoth Haron

Sing this song to the Fyrevere to give to Thielzaphere the connection back home:

Tuklam Dosey Terefit Ta'ad Retek Hinab Haruveg Doh Dosey Tuklam.

The Byduanth Haron

Sing this song to the Fyrevolt to take Thielzaphere's hand to bring her home back safely like only you can.

Retek Amhcohc Desehc Hicazten Dosey Tuklam

The Tridrianth Haron

Sing this song when the Flareswords refuse to dance:

Tuklam Dosey Terefit Ta'ad Retek Hinab Haruveg Doh Dosey Tuklam.

Take back the strength stolen so long ago

and restore balance back to Evalend.

If you have found this, it becomes that the time for Thielzaphere to return to Evalend has come.

Oh, how I wish I can be there to see her wings spread again.

These songs must be sung while both swords are in your hands.

It may seem daunting

Yet you have come this far.

Soon you will know exactly who and what you are.

These be the final harons and songs to you.

We will meet again

We always do.

I love you Allaana

Live long. Live strong.

May the wings of the Omnivalor guide you safely back to shore.

Evlan Treus

1. A Wincrest.

Dad

A small gust blew her like a kiss from a ghost as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Luciana screamed and Allaana swung around to the see the very Fyrevolt that not so long ago had flashed as a vision in her thoughts.

Syluscion Helsoyn was holding the fierce and sizzling blade to a horrified Luciana's neck. To the side the yunicorns were already threatening with their horns and Tamoria looked panicked from them to Allaana.

“Hand that to me,” said Sylus, but Allaana could pick up on the fear in his voice.

But she too was scared; who knew what could come from a bunch of scared people, one of which had a fierce weapon in his hand. Allaana did not hesitate as Sylus narrowed his electric eyes at her.

“You can have it!” said Allaana, holding up the three pages with her hands as she moved over towards them slowly. “You let her go as you take it, yes?”

Sylus nodded as he held out his free hand; grabbing the papers he pushed Luciana to the floor with his chest and made a whoosh with his palm.

His eyes widened in fear. The dark portal had not appeared.

“Ha!” said Skyscope. “Dumb Hellson you are; attempting the portals of S’haivel in the Naveah.”

“Have you noticed how weak you've been feeling since your arrival, Hellson?” Skaladapi leighed.

Sylus swung the Fyrevolt towards them; but it was true; everything from his Magick to his body felt weak in this surrounding; but he dared not show any weakness at this point.

“Shut your muzzles or I will slay you as I did your mother!” he shouted.

Skyscope threw his front legs into the sky and Skaladapi neighed out loud as they charged at the Hellson; who in that moment decided to make a run for it.

“What -” Allaana did not go on to think as she charged afterwards. Feeling all of her confidence return to her. Just as she got outside, she watched as Sylus dived off of the edge of Mt Pheax as the horns of Skaladapi and Skyscope missed him by inches.

Yet Allaana did not stop; she dived fist first after Sylus as they flew down the side of the titanic mountain; he disappeared slightly in the silver clouds and Allaana angled herself straight like a pin to gain momentum; completely unafraid in spite of the horrors of falling through the sky.

She flew into the mist and was surprised to find Sylus falling not too far before her; and beyond him was Pheax as they had left it. She reached and grabbed Sylus by his cloak and pulled at the pages in his hand; they tore in hers as the two began to spin ever closer towards the Pheax below.

Skaladapi neighed somewhere next to them; galloping on the air with Luciana as did Skyscope, carrying Tamoria.

Sylus spat in Allaana's face and aimed a kick to her stomach; causing her to let go of his clothing; she was careful to hold on to the pages however; she gasped in horror as she saw herself come down in the precise way of the Fyrevolt's swing.

Skyscope's hard kick from a hind leg hit Sylus first and the Hellson flew and crashed hard before the dial of Vensteven; groaning in tremendous pain as he looked up to see Allaana land softly on the back of Skaladapi.

Sylus, in spite of his pain, could feel his magik return; he grabbed for the Fyrevolt he was unable to hold on too; and when his finger tightened around its magnificent hilt

Dreenix panicked and let out the mightiest roar he had in many a long year; and all of Pheax shook for a moment as it echoed it the vast valley; Sylus toppled over as Allaana darted towards him.

The dark portal swallowed him up just as she went in for the grab.

She gasped in horror as the yunicorns and her friends caught up to her. Allaana reached into her pocket where she had stuffed the torn pieces of her father's journal to see just how much she had claimed.

All there was but the spell for the Fyrevolt; and his parting goodbye.

The enemy now held half of what was required.

She felt like she had failed.

“We need to get back to the temple at once,” she said as tears boiled to her eyes.