The golden Phoenix born from naught.
Spewing vengeance and wrought
The one asleep for almost a thousand years
Those that framed them shall feel their fears
The fang, the claw, the ring, and the bow
Through flesh and bone it shall plow
Shall journey to the plain of dark and light
And crowded by the endless night
Or the dead general would be made whole
Only to be reborn with vengeance in its soul
"Are you sure this is from the oracle?" A tall, blonde man with large scars on his face asked. He wore leather and purple silk, with a golden crown on his head. He was Sao, now king of the Caninè Kingdom. Beside him, Mia sat on her flower throne with her pretty face twisted angrily.
They were not the only ones in the room. Melvin, the king of Phoenix, and his daughter Yawin sat on their respective chairs glaring at Claud. Mia's usual soft eyes were filled with murderous intents toward Claud. The atmosphere was filled with killing intent
"No, I wrote it and decided to force the oracle to say it." Claud retorted, the joke didn't make anybody laugh and they all continued killing him with their eyes. He shrugged and yawned lazily.
"I don't understand why you all keep staring at me like this, the oracle gave a prophesy and you all begged me to come," he continued leaning on his chair," I won't even be here if not for the fact that this problem affects my Feline kingdom. "
They all unwillingly retracted their death glare...For barely two seconds before continuing.
Sao sighed tiredly. The stress of these last hundred years had taken an obvious toll on him, seeing the not-so-small wrinkles that graced his good-like face.
"We have to wake up Tabibah," he spoke not missing the look of frustration on everyone, except Claud's faces.
They fought against Tabibah for over two hundred years before they managed to seal her up. The post-effect of the war has not been fully settled even though the war happened nine hundred and fifty years ago. Now they must wake her up to help them fight another war or all the races in Èya will be obliterated.
It was very disheartening to think of it. And besides...
"Tabibah won't help us. " Mia stated quietly. This was the plain truth everybody knew. If they woke her up, there is a high possibility that she would prefer working with the demons to wake up their war general.
"Can you blame her? " Claud asked sarcastically playing with his colorful nails. "If a random bitch just came from nowhere and stole my fiancee of three hundred years, I definitely won't help solve their problems..."
He smiled evilly when he knew he had attracted everyone's anger and fixed his crown cheerfully, very happy to see their depressed face. Who made them the weaker ones? Hahaha.
An exhausted sigh slipped past Yawin's thin lips before she spoke. "We have to try. " her voice was tiny, a stark contrast to her face drowned in ice. She was the bird in the prophecy. Her father laid the egg by himself without mating with anybody.
"He is a male, how can he lay an egg?" Were everybody's thoughts then when the gossip spread. Now, the answer was given.
"Tabibah no longer has a clan to fight for!! " Melvin reminded and the room turned silent. All the witches were dead, why the hell would she fight?

Everybody hates Etim,including himself. As the last elf in existence, it was really disappointing to know that he couldn't even protect himself. The only thing his powers were good for was getting him into trouble.
"Why am I even alive." He mumbled turning round his bed. The greeness of the bed contrasted greatly against his blood red hair and pale face.
Green, green, green.
His room was like an animal sanctuary in midst of an holy ground. He despised his room, he loathes his eyes , he hate green.
His ancestors used to wear the color to showcase their closeness to nature, there have never been a time he felt like he deserved the color.
He turned and his eyes met a part of his bed carved with strange symbols that looked like spells to him. Another thing he cannot do even though he was an elf and had magic.
He absolutely hated his life.
His ears twitched slowly as he stared at the green ceiling, eyes wet. Just another casual day of Etim reflecting on how useless he was.
Nobody understood him. Nobody could help him. His hair, delicate features, glassy eyes, pale skin, long ears and small stature already proved how different he was from the canines.
He was weak. He could not control his element. The only thing he was good at was archery, but Canines preferred brute force to fancy weapons and elementalist preferred powerful moves. None of which he had.
The shameful moment of when he was beaten by the little foxes and wolves that were barely thirty flashed through his brain and his mood worsen.
I am fifty already, he thought pulling his hair in frustration.
Every body in Canine Kingdom knew how weak he was, they always compare him to Elba who was also raised by King Sao and Queen Mia and was stupidly powerful. If he wasn't so useless, he would not have been kidnapped over fifty times because some nut bag wanted to rape him and increase their strength.
According to the little history books on elves in the Royal library. He knew how powerful an elf is supposed to be. Controlling his given element should be as easy as breathing. He should be able to use his powers shape things into the desired form he wanted.
How embarrassing for him to be an earth elf and the only thing he was capable of doing was growing crops-- not even the raise up your hands and plant grow like wildfire but actually gardening.Really pathetic.
How will my anscestors feel if they know that their last bloodline is like this?
Let's not even talk about training is element, he couldn't even feel his element.
Though Queen Mia could control a part of all the all elements (air- wind, water- rain, fire- heat, earth- sand, light- lightning,dark- shadow) making her the strongest elementalist in the world…Elf and elementalist method of controlling elements were way too different.
So useless...
"Etim!!!! "
He shoot up with shock almost face planting at that moment, Sao gazed at him in disappointment making his face turn ruddy.
Good job Etim, why don't you die while you are on it.
Sao was sickened by his weakness, he knew that.Training a pup that just kept failing at everything was a big shame to him,especially if the said pup shows no improvement at all. Luckily Elba was there.
"Are you okay?" Mia asked steadying him. She was the only one that has ever shown him kindness. Even though most of it comes from her frustration in not having a child and her hatred for Elba, he appreciated it.
"We need your help.. " Mia told him making his ear piqued up.
Me?? .. Are they drunk??