Araquiel walked through the bustling city, his eyes wide with wonder. The buildings were made of a shimmering material that seemed to change color in the light, and the streets were lined with trees that glowed softly in the dark.
"So this is the city, it's beautiful inside and outside of it" He said, amazed by the beauty in every direction
As he made his way through the crowds of people, he noticed that they all had pointed ears and delicate features, like the elves. But these people were different. They had an otherworldly quality that was hard to describe, a sense of power and grace that set them apart from any elf he had ever seen before in books.
He soon discovered that these people were a sub-species of elf, with unique abilities and traits that made them unlike any other. They were known as the Aelir, and they possessed incredible powers of magic and healing.
Araquiel was fascinated by the Aelir and their way of life. He spent his time exploring the city, marveling at the incredible architecture and art that surrounded him. He visited the great temples of the Aelir, where he witnessed healers using their powers to cure the sick and injured.
None of them were disturbed by his Wings of different colors which showed that he was a nephilim, as Araquiel explored the city of the Aelir, he noticed that their way of life was vastly different from what he was used to. The Aelir were a peaceful and advanced society, with a deep reverence for nature and a strong sense of community. The architecture of their buildings was intricate and beautiful, with towering spires and intricate carvings that seemed to tell a story.
Despite his unusual appearance as a nephilim, Araquiel found that the Aelir were accepting of him. They did not judge him based on his physical appearance, but rather welcomed him with open arms and showed him kindness and hospitality. He was able to freely explore the city and learn about their culture without fear of being ostracized or shunned.
"Mother looks, big brother over there as 6 wings of different colors" said a little girl who looked at Araquiel's with interest.
Araquiel was an angelic being with six wings of different colors, which shimmered in the light. His wings were a sight to behold, with each one possessing a unique hue that blended seamlessly into the others. The colors were vibrant and seemed to shift and change as he moved, almost as if they had a life of their own.
The little girl who had spotted Araquiel couldn't take her eyes off him. She was captivated by the beauty of his wings, and the way they seemed to radiate a warm and comforting energy. She looked up at her mother, who smiled down at her before also taking notice of the angelic being.
Araquiel himself had a serene and gentle demeanor, and he regarded the little girl with a kind and compassionate expression. As he spread his wings slightly, the colors shifted once again, casting a soft, iridescent glow over his surroundings.
The little girl couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and awe at the sight before her. She reached out her hand, as if to touch the shimmering feathers, as the little girl reached out her hand towards the shimmering feathers, she felt a tingling sensation in her fingertips. It was as if the energy emanating from Araquiel's wings was reaching out to her, connecting with her on a deeper level.
She gazed up at Araquiel with a sense of wonder, and he met her gaze with a gentle nod. His eyes were a deep, calming silver, and they seemed to radiate a sense of wisdom and compassion.
As the little girl's hand drew closer to Araquiel's wings, the colors seemed to intensify, casting a warm and comforting glow over her. She felt a sense of peace and security wash over her, and for a moment, all of her worries and fears faded away.
But just as her hand was about to touch the shimmering feathers, Araquiel gently pulled away, his wings folding in on themselves. The little girl looked up at him, a look of disappointment in her eyes.
"I'm sorry if my daughter has disturbed you" said the mother. "she read many books about angels and she's always been fascinated by them. She's been waiting for the opportunity to see one and she's so excited to have finally met you."
Araquiel smiled at the little girl, his eyes glinting with kindness. "It's quite alright," he said. "I'm happy to have met her as well."
The mother smiled gratefully and turned to leave, urging her daughter to say goodbye. The little girl hesitated for a moment, then turned back to Araquiel.
"Will I ever see you again?" she asked, her eyes wide with wonder.
Araquiel tilted his head, considering the question. "Perhaps," he said. "If you keep your heart open to the wonders of the world, you never know what you might encounter."
With that, he continued his exploration of the city, his form quickly disappearing from sight. The little girl watched him go, a smile on her face.
Overall, Araquiel's time in the city of the Aelir was a transformative experience. He learned much about their way of life, and was impressed by their kindness and acceptance. He left the city with a newfound appreciation for the beauty and potential of different cultures and ways of living.
He also discovered that the Aelir had a deep connection to nature, and that they worked tirelessly to protect the environment and the creatures that lived within it. They were skilled hunters and gatherers, using their knowledge of the land to live in harmony with the world around them. But It is important to note that while the Aelir were known for their healing abilities, they were by no means weak or defenseless. They were skilled warriors and had a deep understanding of the natural world, which gave them a strategic advantage in battle.
In fact, the Aelir were able to defend their city against outside threats with ease, thanks in part to their knowledge of the land and their ability to harness the power of nature. They were also skilled in hand-to-hand combat and were known for their agility and speed.
Araquiel quickly realized that the Aelir were a formidable force, both in battle and in their everyday lives. Their healing abilities were just one aspect of their complex and multifaceted culture, and he came to appreciate their strength and resilience in the face of adversity.
Overall, the Aelir were a society that valued balance and harmony, both in their relationships with others and in their relationship with the natural world. While they were skilled healers, they were also strong and capable warriors who were willing to fight to defend what they believed in.
As he spent more time with the Aelir, Araquiel began to learn their language and their customs. He was welcomed into their homes and their communities, and he found himself forming deep friendships with many of the people he met.
But as much as he enjoyed his time with the Aelir, Araquiel knew that he could not stay forever. He had a duty to go to the interstellar union to be someone everyone can count on. He said his goodbyes to his new friends, promising to return someday.
As Araquiel prepared to depart for the interstellar union, he noticed a thick plume of smoke rising from the direction of the forest. Concerned, he approached the scene, he could feel the intense heat of the flames and hear the crackling of the burning trees. The smoke was thick and acrid, stinging his eyes and making it difficult to see. As he got closer, he could see some people moving about, laughing and taunting each other as they set fire to everything in their path.
It was clear that these individuals were not motivated by any particular cause or ideology. They were simply a group of violent individuals who had banded together to cause chaos and destruction wherever they went, they were what the union call mercenary. Araquiel could see that they had already destroyed a significant portion of the forest, leaving behind nothing but smoldering embers and ash.
As he watched, Araquiel felt a deep sense of sadness and frustration. He knew that there were many individuals who were working tirelessly to promote peace and justice throughout the galaxy. But in the face of such senseless violence, it sometimes felt like their efforts were in vain.
Despite this, Araquiel refused to give up hope. He knew that even in the darkest of times, there were always those who would stand up for what was right. With this thought in mind, Araquiel flew higher into the sky, he could see the devastation caused by the fire. The flames had spread quickly, and it seemed like there was no end to the destruction. But he remained determined to do what he could to help.
Using his knowledge and mastery of elemental magic, Araquiel began to conjure up rain clouds since elementary magic was just the basic for everyone in the world, it wasn't difficult nor taking toll on him. He drew water from nearby sources and combined it with the power of the wind to create a powerful storm. The rain fell heavily, dousing the flames and cooling the hot embers.
When he was extinguishing the fire, a Fire ball was throw at him at high speed but was fast enough to dodge it at the last minute. The responsible was none other than one of the mercenary.
"Hey kid, you're in our way, fuck off" say the mercenary that looked like a wolf with a human form. The mercenary spoke with a gruff voice, he had piercing yellow eyes that seemed to glow in the dim light of the burning building and he had a scar above his right eye that ran down to his cheek.
The other mercenaries around him were similarly rough-looking, with scars and tattoos covering their bodies and the most similar tattoos was a big star. They were armed with a variety of weapons, including guns, sword, axe and even a few crude explosives.
"Why are you burning this Forest, is there something that will satisfy you by doing this ?" Araquiel wanted to know what they wanted to accomplish by burning everything.
The leader of the mercenaries, the man who has thrown the fireball at him who had a scar running down his cheek, turned to face Araquiel. He grinned, revealing a row of yellowed teeth.
"We're not burning this forest for the fun of it, kid," he said. "We're getting paid to do it. Someone wants this forest gone, and we're the ones they hired to make it happen."
Araquiel frowned. "But why? What could anyone possibly gain from destroying this beautiful place?"
The mercenary leader shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe there's something valuable hidden here that they want to get their hands on. Or maybe they just want to clear the land for some kind of development. It doesn't matter to us. We're just here to do a job."
Araquiel shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't understand how anyone could be so callous as to destroy something as precious as a forest for no good reason.
"I won't let you do this," he said, his voice firm. "I'll stop you, no matter what it takes."
The mercenary leader laughed. "You and what army, kid? You're outnumbered and outgunned. You don't stand a chance."
But Araquiel was undeterred. He knew he had to do something to save the forest, even if it meant risking his own life. With a determined look on his face, he stepped forward to face the mercenaries, ready to fight for what he believed in.
End of chapter
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