The evening sky of Mirgeth shimmered in shades of purple and blue, a mesmerizing backdrop against the glittering skyscrapers adorned with holographic projections. Ads, news, and vibrant animations danced across the towering facades. In Mirgeth, reality was a malleable canvas, shaped by the will of its inhabitants. The Mirgethis fairies, known for their mastery of illusions and reality-bending magic, lived in this ever-changing world.
Inside the sleek, levitating Ranit—a transit vehicle gliding effortlessly above the skyline—two strangers sat silently. One was an older Mirgethis, her face lined with wisdom, while the other, a younger fairy, radiated youthful curiosity. Neither had spoken a word until a massive holographic projection appeared outside.
A larger-than-life image of Ethan hovered in the air, the words SAVIOR ETHAN: OUR SAVIOR SENT BY OUR PHINIX NEMIN glowing beneath it. The sight sparked a conversation.
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Older Fairy: "Sent by Phinix? I don’t believe it." (She turned away from the window with a scoff.)
Younger Fairy: (Grinning) "Why? Because our Phinixes abandoned us? And now they’re sending some fairy-less body half our size?"
Older Fairy: "Exactly! Look at him. He doesn’t even look like a Phinix—or us. And this whole ‘he’ and ‘him’ business? You wouldn’t believe how long it took me to figure out those words meant him. It’s so strange, isn’t it?"
Younger Fairy: "Oh, totally. And don’t even get me started on how that half-sized fairy-less body supposedly wiped out an entire Tigath fleet!"
Older Fairy: (Nodding slowly) "Believe it or not, it’s true. Didn’t you see the footage? He really did it. It’s hard for any fairy in the ten realms to comprehend, but it happened."
Younger Fairy: (Chuckling) "Yeah, I saw it. My Adych showed us the clip the next day. She’s practically his number one fan."
Older Fairy: "Adych? So you’re still studying?"
Younger Fairy: (Nodding) "Yep. At the Arcy School of Arcane."
Older Fairy: "In Arcanaeum? You must be a blessed one then."
Younger Fairy: (Smiling proudly) "I am. I’m specializing in Arcane Light studies. And you?"
Older Fairy: (Smiling modestly) "Oh, I’m… just a Bringer. I work at the Afouch."
Younger Fairy: (Leaning forward earnestly) "‘Just a Bringer?’ Don’t say that! You’re the reason blessed ones like me even exist. Don’t underestimate yourself—you’re just as important as we are."
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The Ranit’s automated voice interrupted their exchange.
Ranit: "Stop 48: Lbitch Dyfost. Doors will open on the left. Please mind the gap."
The older fairy stood, smoothing her robes.
Older Fairy: (Smiling) "Looks like this is my stop. It was nice meeting you, um…" (She hesitated, realizing she didn’t know her name.)
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Younger Fairy: "Elysia. Elysia Zaminera. And it was nice meeting you too! Just promise me, next time, don’t say ‘just’ when you talk about being a Bringer."
Older Fairy: (Chuckling as she stepped toward the doors) "I’ll try, Elysia. I’ll try."
As the Ranit glided to its next destination, Elysia leaned back in her seat, her gaze fixed on the massive holographic projection of Ethan floating outside the window. The words “SAVIOR ETHAN: OUR SAVIOR SENT BY OUR PHINIX NEMIN” flickered in glowing letters across the Mirgeth skyline. Her mind buzzed with curiosity and wonder.
Pulling out her Prodge, a sleek, multifunctional device, Elysia tapped on the screen several times until a well-circulated footage began to play. It was a recording of Ethan, standing resolute amidst the vast expanse of space. To his side was his self-built Statipresser, an imposing device brimming with energy. Opposite him loomed the formidable fleet of Tigath, their numbers stretching beyond sight.
Ethan’s calm demeanor was unnerving, given the overwhelming odds. Then, with a single decisive gesture, he activated the Statipresser, unleashing an intense pulse of energy. The footage captured the moment: a blinding flash followed by a thunderous BOOM. In an instant, the Tigath army was obliterated, vanishing into nothingness. The silence that followed was as deafening as the destruction.
Elysia replayed the clip, her eyes narrowing with every viewing. She wasn’t the only one captivated by it; every fairy across the ten realms was either awestruck or incredulous. Ethan had become a figure of relentless discussion and debate.
She murmured softly to herself as she watched the footage again.
Elysia: How? How did the Savior do this? The article says he built the Statipresser himself, using our resources. But still... how is it possible?
Closing the footage, she shifted her gaze back to the holographic sky. A sense of determination welled within her.
Elysia: If someone half our size, without any powers, can accomplish such monumental feats... why can’t I? He didn’t have our gifts, yet he didn’t let that stop him. I have the Light... I should be capable of even greater things.
Her thoughts weren’t filled with despair but with a renewed drive to push her boundaries, to refine her skills further.
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A soft chime indicated the next stop. The Ranit slowed, and Elysia stood up, stepping off onto the bustling platform. She walked briskly to the nearby ticket counter.
Elysia: Quzi Dyfost. Arcaneaum, please.
The holographic interface at the counter responded promptly.
Ticket Counter: 1.42 Huris. Please collect your ticket. Have a safe journey.
Elysia inserted her payment and retrieved the glowing ticket. Her destination was clear: the Arcy School of Arcane in the Arcaneaum realm. She made her way toward the Dyfost, the realm-spanning teleportation system.
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DYFOST: THE NEXUS OF THE REALMS
The Dyfost was a marvel of interrealm transportation. Each structure varied depending on its purpose, but all were bound by the same core technology: a swirling, blue energy that pulsed in rhythmic patterns, acting as a portal to distant realms.
* Prime Dyfosts: These colossal structures handled the transportation of massive goods and resources between realms. For instance, Nathro’s Prime Dyfost was vital for water distribution, while Sylvir’s transported food and medicinal plants.
* Antri Dyfosts: Spread across realms for public and logistical use, they connected major areas within a single realm.
* Intra Dyfosts: Sleek, compact teleporters for interrealm travel, catering primarily to individuals and small cargo.
The Intra Dyfost at the station was shaped like a vertical arc, its swirling blue light glowing invitingly in the center.
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Approaching the Dyfost, Elysia slipped her ticket into the slot at its base. The arc hummed softly as it activated, scanning her and recognizing her destination. Without hesitation, she stepped into the blue light. The sensation was instantaneous — a mix of weightlessness and warmth.
When she emerged, she was no longer in Mirgeth but on Arcaneaum, standing in front of the Quzi Dyfost. The stark contrast in atmosphere was evident; Arcaneaum radiated with an aura of wisdom and mystique. Ornate structures resembling observatories and libraries towered around her, their surfaces shimmering with intricate runes.
Elysia adjusted her satchel and began her walk toward the Arcy School of Arcane, her heart pounding with anticipation.