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In Luminara....
Raziel soared above the dark skies of Luminara, the wind whipping through his hair as he surveyed the land below. The realm of the darkfaes was a place of perpetual twilight, where shadows danced and the air was thick with magic. As he flew, his sharp eyes caught sight of a gathering below.
Descending closer, he saw Merath, his older sister, commanding her soldiers. They were preparing to embark on a mission to Enchansia, the land of the light faes. Merath's voice was clear and authoritative as she gave orders on how they should move unnoticed through the enemy territory.
Raziel smirked, his curiosity piqued. With a graceful dive, he landed softly on the ground, his wings folding behind him. "Greetings, sister," he said, his tone light and teasing.
Merath didn't spare him a glance, her focus remaining on her troops. "Raziel," she acknowledged curtly. "Shouldn't you be preparing for the upcoming war? Or have you come to distract my soldiers?"
The soldiers present there were all female, six of them, and Raziel was known for his charms and attraction to women.
If he was the honey, then women are bees.
Raziel leaned casually against one of the dark pillars, his smirk widening. "There's no need for me to prepare, Merath. I never lose a war. I always bring back victory. And as for the beauties infront of me, i cant help it, you should blame father for the good looks and charms from my mother, it'sjust happens naturally"
Merath finally turned to face him, her eyes narrowing. "Confidence is one thing, Raziel. Arrogance is another. Do not underestimate our enemies." She spoke about him winning wars effortlessly
Raziel's expression softened slightly, though his playful demeanor remained. "And you, dear sister, should not underestimate me. I've neverblost a war. But tell me, what is your plan for Enchansia? Surely you don't intend to go unnoticed forever."
Merath sighed, her frustration evident. "Our mission is to gather intelligence about the laight fae's whereabouts, not to engage. We need to know what the light faes are planning and if they have him wigh them. If we are to succeed in this war, we must be prepared for every possibility."
Raziel nodded thoughtfully. "Very well. Just remember, Merath, I am always here if you need me." He got of from where he was leaning and bent, til his nose was I ches away from his sister's face, with a large smirk, he spoke "Even if you don't want to admit it."
Merath's lips twitched in a reluctant smile. Before she pushed him away, and Raziel, allowinghimself to be pushed "Just stay out of my way, Raziel. And try not to get yourself killed."
Raziel smirked, teasing his older sister, "You care for me, Merath. How touching."
Merath's lips curled into an evil smirk. "I only want you alive so you can witness when our father leaves the throne to me. The entire realm will fall under my feet."
Raziel chuckled darkly at her words. "So this is what it's all about."
Merath's smirk widened. "Yes, Raziel, this is what it's always been about. Ever since we were young, this has been my dream, and I will do anything to make it happen."
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Merath's mind drifted back to a time before Raziel was born.
Merath, being the firstborn, enjoyed a privileged and pampered upbringing. Their father, King Thalor, had given her everything she asked for, showered her with love and attention, fulfilling her every wish. She was the apple of his eye, and she reveled in the affection and admiration she received. His love for her was evident, and she was certain the throne would be hers. She would often stand aside, watching her father on the throne, fantasizing about the day she would sit there. The thought filled her with happiness and excitement for the future. Merath often fantasized about the day she would ascend to the throne, believing it was her destiny. Her early years were filled with joy and a sense of security, knowing she was her father's favorite.
But then, after 200 years, Raziel was born. And everything changed with the birth of him, She remembered clearly the joy their father had when Raziel, the first royal male darkfae, came into the world.And as the first royal male darkfae, his arrival was celebrated with great joy and fanfare, At first, she was happy to have a little brother. But as Raziel grew, she noticed her father's love shifting towards him. King Thalor's attention began to shift towards his son, and Merath felt the sting of jealousy for the first time. Initially, she was excited to have a younger brother, but as Raziel grew, she noticed the increasing favoritism her father showed him. Her mother tried to comfort her, but the pain remained.
The pivotal moment in their childhood came when Merath saw her father place young Raziel on the throne. she witnessed her father placing young Raziel on the throne with so much love and pride, even her mother stared ar Raziel as if he was the next ruler of the dark faes. Her father had never once sat her there, but he placed Raziel, her younger brother, on the throne. It was clear he was considering making Raziel the crown prince of the darkfaes. This thought did not sit well with her. This act symbolized to her that King Thalor as well as her mother, was considering Raziel as their successor. The jealousy and anger that had been simmering within her erupted into a deep-seated hatred. From that day forward, Merath's relationship with Raziel was marked by bitterness and rivalry. Jealousy consumed her, and hatred was born in her heart.
From that moment, she hated Raziel and wished he didn't exist. She did everything she could to make her father proud of her instead of Raziel. Determined to prove her worth, Merath threw herself into her duties with a fierce determination. She sought to outshine Raziel in every way possible, She even captured the light fae her father had been searching for centuries and brought him to the darkfae lands, capturing the light fae was her greatest victory to wik her father's love, she was sure he would love her instead, going to the light fae's realm wasn't an easy task, the brightness and colours didn't sit well in their eyes nor their nature, too much light weakens the dark faes. As their power comes from the darkness and the moon above. Not the light and sun, but despite all of thise challenges, she captured her and brought him here in the dark fse realm. But Despite her efforts, she could never shake the feeling that her father valued Raziel more.her father loved Raziel more, even if his only job was to fight wars and bring victory to their kingdom.
Now, she had lost the light fae, and she was determined to find him. She would be the next ruler of the darkfaes, not her brother, Raziel.
Raziel, on the other hand, was a naturally gifted and charismatic child. He excelled in combat training and quickly became a favorite among the darkfae warriors. His charm and prowess only deepened Merath's resentment. She watched as her father's pride in Raziel grew, and her own sense of importance diminished.
Raziel, was aware of his sister's animosity but often chose to ignore it. He focused on his training and responsibilities, becoming a formidable warrior and a good brother, andtruth to be told, he loved her, so much then she knows,and while he respected Merath's abilities, he couldn't understand her deep resentment. To him, their father's love was something to be shared, not competed for
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Raziel chuckled at his sister's ambitious words. "Well, Merath, I wish you luck on your journey."
Merath didn't even bother to look at him. "Scram, Raziel," she said curtly.
Raziel let out a deep, throaty chuckle before spreading his wings and taking to the air. As he flew away, he couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and pity for his sister. Her relentless ambition and jealousy were both her greatest strengths and her deepest flaws.
With a powerful beat of his wings, Raziel soared higher, leaving Merath and her soldiers behind.
Merath, now fully embodying the role of a commander, turned her attention back to her soldiers. Her voice was firm and authoritative as she issued her orders. "Head to the gates. We move swiftly and silently. Remember, our mission is to find the light fae, not to engage."
The six soldiers bowed deeply to her, their respect and loyalty evident. With a synchronized movement, they spread their wings and took to the air, heading towards the gates of Luminara. Merath watched them for a moment, ensuring they were following her instructions precisely.
Satisfied, she spread her own wings and followed behind them, her mind focused on the task ahead. The dark skies of Luminara seemed to pulse with energy as they flew, a reminder of the power and danger that lay within their realm. Merath's determination was unwavering; she would succeed in this mission and prove her worth once and for all.
Merath and her soldiers arrived at the **Eclipsed Veils**, the grand gates that served as the passage between realms. Standing before them was the gatekeeper, an old but strikingly handsome darkfae master. His presence commanded respect, and his bright, glowing silver eyes seemed to pierce through the shadows.
"Master Eryndor," Merath greeted him with a respectful nod. "I bring orders from King Thalor. We are to be sent to Enchansia, the realm of the light faes."
Eryndor studied her for a moment before nodding. "Very well, Merath. The king's orders will be fulfilled." He reached into his robes and produced a small, intricately designed device. "Take this. When you blow into it, it will be silent to all but me. I will hear your call and open the gates for your return."
Merath accepted the device with a nod. "Thank you, Master Eryndor."
With a swift motion, Eryndor pulled a large golden lever. The five rings of the Eclipsed Veils began to spin, their motion reminiscent of electrons orbiting an atom. As they reached full speed, a shimmering portal formed in the center, glowing with an ethereal light.
Merath turned to her soldiers. "Stay close and follow my lead." She then stepped through the portal, her form disappearing into the light. One by one, her soldiers followed, their wings folding as they passed through the gateway.