> Place : The One Chamber, Aibel Fort
> Realm : Aracaneaum.
> Time : 1042nd Rev of Timestar.
> Population : 68.266955% ( Lyzgith, Fotrissia, Astryla, Mirgeth, Sylvir destroyed completely)
The grand chamber of the Supreme Erudite of Aracaneaum, Lamia, known as The One, radiated with a somber, suffocating tension. Once the meeting place for all ten realms, the once vibrant room was now a reflection of a fractured existence. Half of the seats were empty—five of the realms had been destroyed by the hands of Neshis (Zovrath), leaving only Lamia and her remaining sisters Elden Aisling of Ignis, Vorthelia Zylna of Ogma, Feylum Thalassa of Nathro, and Nyxdor Valeria of Veliara (Collectively called The Rynous). The grand table, once full of powerful Rynous, now felt like a funeral pyre for lost hopes, each empty seat an echo of the fallen sisters.
Aisling (Her voice shakes with urgency): Lamia! You are a Supreme Erudite. Greater than all of us in wisdom. How can you do this?
Lamia (Her gaze never leaves the floor as she speaks, calm but with a hint of frustration in her voice): My action will only save us. It may seem to you all that I am being selfish, but trust me, I am not. Arcanaeum is our last hope against Neshis. I won't allow Arcanaeum to overpopulate. It's the only way we survive.
Zylna (Her voice sharp, tinged with desperation): And what about our realms? My realm, Ogma, is drowning in refugees. We have more refugees than Ogmis now. Fairies are fighting one another, killing each other over scraps. Chaos is everywhere. I can’t manage this alone!
Valeria (Her tone wavering, her mind spiraling with the fear of what they’ve lost): With our five realms wiped out, we don't have enough resources to feed our own people. We might not even survive another cycle. And now…
Lamia (Her voice immediately sharp, cutting through the air like a blade): Then grow Dalve in your realm. Put Light-bringers to work. Their muscles can be used to produce food for the Light-blessed ones. We need them now the most. This could also raise their status in society. Blessed ones won’t look at them like they’re worthless anymore.
The words hit the chamber like a storm, but there’s a moment of silence. For a split second, all eyes fall to Lamia, her words hanging in the air like an ultimatum, too urgent and pressing to ignore. A mixture of disbelief and reluctant acceptance reflects in the eyes of her sisters.
Lamia (Her tone slightly softer now, as if trying to find compromise): And I think Thalassa won’t mind if we ask her to double the water supply. Keep it open for three more phls.
Thalassa (Her voice, icy and biting, rises with a frustration that has been brewing for far too long): You know me, Lamia. I am not like you. I never asked for even thanks when I gave water to all of you. But now? It’s only you who seems to get selfish. You’ve only thought of Arcanaeum, of saving your precious realm, while the rest of us suffer.
Lamia (trying to convince her sister): I am not selfish, Thalassa. I said it before, and I’ll say it again—Arcanaeum has the most advanced weapons and research that can stop Neshis. After Ethan failed us…
Aisling (Her voice louder now, a protective fury growing inside her): Lamia! Ethan may not have stopped Neshis from wiping out five realms, but he saved countless fairies from those realms. He is the reason our kind is still standing! You know this. You must understand this!
Lamia (Her voice turning cold, her hand gripping the table as her fury simmers beneath the surface): I know that. But he is causing more problems now. He’s bringing refugees from the destroyed realms to here. And that is why everything is spiraling out of control. He’s not helping us!
Valeria (Her voice soft but firm, the edge of concern for Lamia cutting through her words): When did you start blaming him? Why do you suddenly hate him? He is saving us, Lamia. He’s trying to help, even though he’s only human!
Lamia (She stands abruptly, her voice louder and more forceful, but with a hidden vulnerability): He’s not a…
Zylna (Her eyes narrow, a piercing question hanging in the air): He’s not what, Lamia?
Lamia (She closes her eyes for a moment, fighting a battle with herself, before she turns away abruptly): He is not the saviour we need.
She doesn’t finish her sentence. She simply stands, her back to her sisters, her fingers trembling as she grips the edge of the bench. The room is heavy with the sound of her words, leaving an eerie silence in their wake. The others exchange concerned and confused looks as Lamia steps away, her footsteps echoing as she leaves the chamber.
Aisling (Her voice low, almost in disbelief): Is she hiding something from us? She used to love him more than any of us. She used to include him in every council, every meeting. And now…
Zylna (Her voice low, tinged with suspicion): She is hiding something, Aisling. Something she knows about him. And she doesn’t want us to know.
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> Place : The Chamber of Vorthelia Zylna
> Realm : Ogma.
> Time : 1042nd Rev of Timestar
> Population : 68.266955% ( Lyzgith, Fotrissia, Astryla, Mirgeth, Sylvir destroyed completely)
The chamber is bathed in faint blue light emanating from luminous crystals embedded in the walls, reflecting Ogma’s essence of consciousness and order. Vorthelia Zylna sits at the center of a large, crescent-shaped table, her expression sharp and calculating. Across from her are three Oshin, each holding tablets imbued with data projections, their faces marked with worry.
Oshin 1: "The Dyfost is about to overload with the rise in transportation across realms. Ogma now holds triple the population it ever did. If this continues, the Dyfost will cross its threshold and malfunction. The consequences will be catastrophic."
Oshin 2: "The Savior will undoubtedly step in to repair it for us, but we must value his time. He has far greater tasks at hand."
Zylna leans back in her chair, the faint glow of her aura casting long shadows on the chamber’s walls. Her fingers tap rhythmically on the armrest as she considers her response.
Zylna: "Then hire more Dyfost Engineers. Implement strict restrictions on its use. Limit non-essential travel immediately. We cannot afford a collapse."
The Oshins nod in acknowledgment but exchange uneasy glances.
Oshin 3: "Vorthelia, another issue demands urgent attention. Food supplies are dwindling. We need more Dalve. Strikes and unrest are spreading across the realm. The Fotris fairies dominate the weaker Flamis fairies and others, turning the situation volatile. The light-bringers are suffering the most, treated as little more than slaves. And the power-blessed fairies… their abilities are increasingly being misused for crimes. Chaos grips every Aush."
Zylna exhales deeply, a rare flicker of weariness crossing her face. She straightens, her tone measured but resolute.
Zylna: "We’ll make changes. Assign all light-bringers to agriculture. Dalve will be cultivated on Ogma’s lands. Recruit Flamis fairies as instructors—they excel in agriculture. Ensure their expertise is utilized efficiently. As for the power-blessed, deploy Celsors immediately. Every light-blessed fairy arriving from other realms must be implanted with a Celsor unless they’re part of the force. Their powers must be controlled."
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Oshin 2: "Understood, Vorthelia. The directive will be issued immediately."
Zylna: "Good. And I need Sattira deployed in every corner of Ogma. If we’re short on officers, train more. Recruit from those displaced if needed. But make no mistake—this realm will be brought to order."
Zylna rises, her silhouette dominating the chamber. The Oshins stand in unison, their determination visibly bolstered by her commanding presence.
Zylna: "Now go. Carry out these orders."
The Oshins bow deeply, their voices united: "As you command, Vorthelia."
They leave swiftly, their steps echoing through the vast chamber. Zylna remains standing, her gaze fixed on the glowing map of Ogma projected before her. Her eyes scan the cities marked with red, each a testament to growing disorder. With a clenched jaw, she mutters to herself:
Zylna: "Ogma will not fall. Not while I Stand.."
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> Place : Livic Aush (City)
> Realm : Veliara
> Time : 1042nd Rev of Timestar
> Population : 68.266955% ( Lyzgith, Fotrissia, Astryla, Mirgeth, Sylvir destroyed completely)
The streets of the Livic Aush are illuminated by the golden glow of light pylons, casting intricate patterns onto the reflective pathways The air hums with the faint buzz of the Aerewes, a drone-like machine gliding above the crowds. It stops momentarily, projecting a hologram of the current directive.
Aerewes (Automated Voice): "Light-bringer! You are not oppressed. The perfect opportunity awaits you to rise in society. Join the Pace Plan, initiated by the Rynous of Realms. Contribute to agriculture, cultivate Dalve, and earn wages with special privileges. Together, we shape our future…"
The announcement continues, its calm yet mechanical voice blending into the chatter of fairies below. Two fairies, dressed in modest tunics, walk briskly down the street, their conversation heated and laden with distrust.
Fairy 1: "Huh! Pace Plan. What a joke. It’s more like a Death Plan."
Fairy 2: (confused) "What? How so?"
Fairy 1: (lowers her voice, glancing around) "You really don’t know? You’ve heard what happens to those who go into the Plan, right?"
Fairy 2: (hesitant) "No... what happens to them? Tell me."
Fairy 1: (sighs) "Do you even know what’s happening outside of this city? Alright, let me tell you. Those who join the Pace Plan—they’re worked to the bone. Overworked and overshifted. They’re not even allowed to see their Auls or Mums until they ‘work enough.’ But then, over time, they’re completely cut off. No visits. No messages. Nothing. And then..."
Fairy 2: (leaning in nervously) "Then what?"
Fairy 1: (grimly) "Then you never hear about them again."
Fairy 2: (shocked) "What? Are you saying... Nyxdor is killing them after luring them into this Plan?"
Fairy 1: "That’s what people say. You’ve seen what’s happening in the other realms. They’re drowning in fairies. The Savior’s trying to save as many as he can, but the overflow is just causing chaos everywhere."
Fairy 2: "I know about the chaos, but... I don’t believe Nyxdor would ever do that. She’s the kindest of all the Rynous."
Fairy 1: (shaking her head) "Kindness has limits, too. When you have no choice but to kill, kindness vanishes. No matter how compassionate you were before. Kindness fades when survival is at stake."
Fairy 2: (defiantly) "I still don’t believe Nyxdor would do that. She’s always put everything into our welfare."
Fairy 1: (bitterly) "Your welfare. Not mine. I’m Lyzgis. From Lyzgith. Our Valkyra never listensed to our needs. She only cared about discipline."
Fairy 2: (surprised) "You’re Lyzgis? Blessed one?"
Fairy 1: (nods) "Of course. Light-blessed. But look at me now—your Nyxdor put these Celsors in us. I can’t even use my powers anymore. And don’t give me that look. You’re blessed too."
Fairy 2 goes silent, lowering her gaze. Her hesitation is palpable.
Fairy 1: (squinting) "Wait. You’re not light-blessed, are you? You’re a... light-bringer."
Fairy 2 tries to speak but stumbles over her words.
Fairy 1: (sneering, stepping back as if disgusted) "A Light-bringer? You dare walk with me? Just stay away, you filthy Light-bringer."
She pushes Fairy 2 away roughly, causing her to stumble.
Fairy 1: (spitting words as she storms off) "Don’t ever come near me again, disgusting thing. Go crawl back to your home."
Fairy 2 stands motionless, her shoulders hunched, tears pooling in her eyes.
Fairy 1: (to herself as she walks away, muttering angrily) "What a day. Overwork and then forced to speak to those miserable Light-bringers. Ugh."
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The streets of Livic Aush in Veliara were fraught with tension, a sharp divide evident between the Light-bringers and the Light-blessed. For the Light-bringers, stepping outside their homes was a gamble with humiliation, violence, and even death. Society offered them no sanctuary, no justice. Their only solace was their Auls—children born of their wombs—who would one day grow to face the same cruelty or, if blessed, escape it by turning their backs on their origins.
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A crowd gathered on one street corner, the air heavy with the sound of blows and cries. A group of three Light-blessed fairies encircled a wounded Light-bringer, kicking her as she curled on the ground, shielding her head with trembling hands.
Light-Blessed 1 (kicking her): "You filthy Light-bringer. All you do is weigh the realms down. You’re nothing but a parasite!"
Light-Blessed 2: "Why do you even live? Your existence only burdens the Savior. You should just die and end his suffering."
Light-Blessed 3: "Disgusting creatures like you are the reason the realms are falling apart!"
The Light-bringer whimpered, her torn wings twitching weakly as she tried to plead for mercy.
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From across the street, Another Light-Blessed, a Light-blessed Velis fairy of Veliara, spotted the commotion. Her heart sank at the sight of the defenseless Light-bringer being brutalized. She rushed forward, her voice sharp and commanding.
Another Light-Blessed: "Hey! Stop it!"
She pushed Light-Blessed 1 back, forcing space between the attackers and the victim.
Another Light-Blessed: "Leave her alone! You’re going to kill her!"
Light-Blessed 1 straightened up, glaring at Another Light-Blessed. Her gaze swept over her, scrutinizing.
Light-Blessed 1 (mocking): "Well, well. Look at this. Another Light-bringer trying to save her kin. Aren’t you bold?"
Another Light-Blessed (snapping): "I’m not a Light-bringer. I’m blessed, just like you."
Light-Blessed 3: "Oh, really? Prove it."
The Another-Light-Blessed hesitated for only a moment before rolling up her sleeve to reveal a faint scar on her forearm. Beneath it, a faint glow emanated, the mark of the Celsor implanted in all Light-blessed fairies.
Another Light-Blessed: "See this? I’m one of you."
The three fairies exchanged glances, the confirmation halting their aggression momentarily.
Another Light-Blessed: "And I’m not saving her because she’s my kin. She’s a Mum. She’s trying to feed her Auls."
The Light-blessed looked down at the wounded fairy, who clutched a small bag to her chest, now torn and spilling scraps of food.
Light-Blessed 2 (sneering): "This pathetic thing stole Faish from the store! A thief, just like the rest of her kind!"
She raised her leg to kick the Light-bringer again, but Another-Light-Blessed stepped between them, her voice firm.
Another Light-Blessed: "That’s enough. She’s learned her lesson. Now don’t kill her."
Light-Blessed 3 (narrowing her eyes): "Why are you so obsessed with saving her? Oh…now I see!! You’re a disgrace to the Light-blessed. Maybe we should beat you to teach you a lesson too!"
Another-Light-Blessed stepped closer to Light-Blessed 3, her gaze steady and unflinching. Her voice dropped to a fierce whisper.
Another Light-Blessed: "With the Celsor implanted, you’re nothing more than a vessel carrying light. You are not even the Light-bringer. And yet, you act as if you own it."
The words struck a nerve. Enraged, Light-Blessed 3 raised her fist, but Light-Blessed 1 caught her arm before the blow landed.
Light-Blessed 1: "Enough! Let’s go. We’ve had our fun for today."
With murmurs of discontent, the three Light-blessed fairies walked away, leaving the wounded Light-bringer on the ground.
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Another-Light-Blessed knelt down, her expression softening as she helped the Light-bringer to her feet.
Another Light-Blessed: "Get up. You can’t stay out here."
The Light-bringer winced, clutching her side, her voice trembling.
Light-Bringer: "Thank you… Thank you for saving me. I… I…"
Another Light-Blessed (cutting her off): "Don’t thank me. I know what you’re going through. My Mum faced the same when she raised me."
Another-Light-Blessed reached into her bag and pulled out a bundle of Faish, pressing it into the Light-bringer’s hands.
Another Light-Blessed: "Take this. Feed your Auls. I know it’s not much, but it’ll help."
The Light-bringer’s eyes welled with tears.
Light-Bringer: "Thank you… again. Truly."
The two began walking slowly, the Light-bringer leaning on Another-Light-Blessed for support.
Light-Bringer (hesitantly): "And….what’s your name?"
Another Light-Blessed (softly): "Lys."
They disappeared into the shadows of the Aush, leaving the cruelty of the street behind, if only for a moment.