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CHAPTER 5
~Elvengard - Home to the Light Elves~
One of the first kingdoms to receive the message from the Dragon King was none other than the elves.
Although there was another elf kingdom, most of the different tribes of elves lived specifically in Elvengard.
The separation of both elf kingdoms was as a result of the internal strife between the light elves and the dark elves.
Unlike the other kingdoms, the moment Elvengard noticed the torch of Drakevows lit up on their end, they notified their king without delaying the process and immediate actions were carried out.
Everyone hurried from their position. Ultimate defence mode was locked in and all their strongest warriors rushed out with their bows and arrows, swords, and spears even, preparing themselves in case an attack swooped in.
No one was willing to take any sort of risk and just like the people of the realm, they kept the ancient tales deep in their hearts.
The sounds of iron-clad boots marching at a very fast speed on the interlocking tiled floor echoed along the halls and passageway of the palace.
With each sound made, the hearts of the women and children present in the palace ground flew up into their mouths as they waited in hope that nothing terrible would occur.
Suddenly, the sounds coming from their boots could no longer be heard as they came to a halt and lined up in twos.
Five men stood in front of a very big iron door, beautifully decorated and covered in shining green, matching the fertile leaves and land of the elves.
Slowly, the doors pulled open, announcing their presence as they marched in without an ounce of fear on their faces.
"Your majesty," the elf who humbly stood in front of the others, with a grander armour, greeted with a bow. Quickly, the other four followed suit and did the same.
Staring straight at them, was an elf who looked no more than someone in his thirties, dressed in silver long robes with golden intricate patterns as design and a matching pair of silver trousers.
The top part of his beautiful blonder hair was packed up and plainly styled with a jade pin, leaving the rest to fall freely down the length of his back.
Ever since they walked into his throne room, he had stopped pacing from corner to corner but he kept his back to their gazes.
"What news have you brought?" His deep hollow voice echoed in the almost empty throne room, sending a sense of dread to any who heard.
He wasn't one to utter too many words but when he did, they carried a weight that left the hearer wondering.
"A message," the first soldier notified with his head still bowed.
Turning around, he drew his brows together as his gaze remained fixed on the five elves, who finally dared to raise their heads up.
"A message? From who?"
"Drakeflare."
The second the words were released, the ten other elves all wearing different colours of robes and armour unevenly murmured their concerns and uncertainty to one another.
Ignoring their squabbles, the elven king lifted an eyebrow to his Lords and immediately their noise ceased.
Letting out a sigh, he retracted his gaze back on the soldiers. "As expected. General Fearghal, hand it over to Lord Devlin."
"Yes, your majesty."
He did as he was instructed, and took out the letter before walking over to the left-hand side where the Lords stood.
A younger-looking elf than the king stout-heartedly stepped out. His long dark green robes fluttered a bit with his step as he stretched forth his right hand to accept the letter handed to him.
After the letter was passed, Fearghal took several steps back and bowed before the king whose voice amplified as he uttered.
"Read."
"Yes, your majesty."
The elf finally opened and unrolled the letter, lifting his hands up a few centimetres from his face before reading aloud.
"Greetings, King Aragorn." He started, "It's not in my deepest wish to write to you in this manner but things have unpredictably gone out of hand."
Devlin took another pause, flickering his gaze to the king before continuing from where he stopped.
"As you may have well guessed, Maestherial's greatest threat lives. The assembly of kings would be held in two days."
Extreme silence fell upon the throne room like a sundial in the shade.
No one knew what words were to be said and in what way they would be perceived.
If they said they weren't scared to some extent then it would be a noticeable lie.
None of them was alive during the time of the Dragon King. However, the new inventions made to better protect them should in case such a thing repeated itself, was reason enough to wonder what kind of might one beast held.
"Did he say the state they are in now?" Aragorn's voice rose, breaking everyone from their train of thoughts.
"No, your majesty but we spotted smoke rising from the south of the realm. Drakenflare must have suffered a severe blow," Fearghal quickly briefed, causing the king to cock his eyes in contemplation.
"I see. Fine. Keep our defences tight. Since we do not know the full extent of what is going on, I can only attend the assembly and get a full picture."
"Yes, your majesty," everyone chorused with a bow at his words.
Not saying anything more, he kept his head high, knitting his brows slightly as his thoughts went on another spree. "Hmm."
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~ Decan - the Darkhold~
Towards the east part of the Maestherial stood the glorious and mighty Kingdom of the Demons.
They too had heard the news, however; they were the least frightened by it.
During the time when a hell like this broke out, they were the slightest affected before the council of kings was formed and the sealing of Xavier happened.
Due to that fact, they did not fret like the rest of the other kingdoms upon receiving the news about the torch being lit. They were rather composed when they got a message from Drakenflare.
"Your majesty," a man with a pair of ink-black small horns beautifully adorning his forehead greeted the king as he casually strode into the throne room of Decan.
Different from that of the elves, everything about the throne room, starting from the throne itself to the big doors guarding it, was dark and painted black, looking more like an underground kingdom, save for the handsomely enchanting being standing close to the throne.
His beautiful slender fingers gently slid down the edge of the throne as he kept his lazy gaze intently focused on his skull-designed throne, rather than on the one who had walked in.
"Yes?" He lousily questioned without looking up to see who had intruded.
"Sire, a message from Drakenflare has arrived."
The man politely informed his King who still remained in his composure, but his lazy eyes suddenly glinted with something different. Like his mind had just processed the news being delivered to him.
"I see. What does it say? Are they scared? Does King Jared finally know fear?" A bemusing smile pulled at the corners of his lips, tugging it further sideways into a bewitching smile.
If one did not know better, they would have thought of this king as a woman due to his enthralling sight.
The horns which protruded at both sides of his head didn't make him look less alluring in his natural form. He could actually be mistaken for a defenceless human if thoughts weren't taken into better consideration.
However, everything about him, ranging from his deep ocean blue eyes, and his black hair, to his slim physique, spoke of high deception.
"I do not know for certain, Sire. Regardless, I brought the message for you. I think it would be bes…"
The soldier swallowed and lowered his gaze quickly as his hands trembled in remembrance. He had wished to suggest something but stopped when his gaze met those devilish pretty eyes.
The aura surrounding them instantly darkened, sending cold chills down the spine of the soldier, immobilizing him there and then.
"Continue. You think what?" The king cooly prompted.
Even after receiving the go-ahead, his soldier's lips could barely move as though his soul had taken control of his body, daring him not to utter a word.
Recalling the demon King could sense his fear, relentlessly, he braced up and resumed.
"I believe you should read the message, Lord Karahan. Who knows what threat this possesses this time around?"
Karahan's smile immediately faded away when he noticed his Lieutenant wasn't smiling. After seconds of contemplating his next move, he retracted his gaze back to his soldier and ordered.
"Fine. Hand it over to me." With his command, the soldier did as he was told, giving Karahan the message.
His eyes scanned the message briefly upon opening the letter to read its content before rereading through it thrice and more slowly than before.
"Simple, short. Brief and straight to the point," he commented as he tore his gaze from the letter, closing it up.
"Fine." His tone sounded more impressed by the writing rather than taking the meaning of those writings into seriousness.
But what grabbed his concern more was when the king of Drakeflare wrote in such simple brief forms, then it was definitely not a joking matter.
"This is quite serious then. I shall grace the assembly. Meanwhile, let everyone go into complete defence mode should the Dragon King choose to invade.
"As you wish, sire."
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