The soldiers gazed at this beast of a mountain with shock and horror. 'It's impossible' 'We will never scale this mountain' and 'The mission is over' are some of the thoughts that were running through the soldier's head. They weren't wrong either, it was impossible for them to scale the mountain by themselves. They needed someone or something to help them climb it, but no such creature could do so; or so they thought. Suddenly, from the rear of the formation came a short, old, angry, little elf riding his giant bee. He was scratching his fuzzy, little beard whilst looking at whiles goliath of a mountain.
"What are you doing out of position," Nyxara said "Elf?" The elf didn't react and kept staring. He then sighed and said:
"Yes," Nyxara and Zarok looked dead at him. This mountain is simple to climb, " he said nonchalantly. Everyone stared at him and started laughing.
"I'm sorry," Zarok said whilst tearing up with laughter yet it wasn't visible due to the extreme rain, "But are you blind?" Zarok asked. The elf stared at Zarok for a second perhaps two and replied:
"No, my lord. I am being truthful when I say this: This mountain is simple to climb. Just summon one of the dragon Godbrothers from the peak of the mountain and have him fly you over." By now, Nyxara was getting frustrated so she flew towards this elf, breaking position, and held her mace at his face,
"Stop," She said "Wasting our precious time, we all know that the dragon Godbrothers are forbidden to help humans! Get back to your position before I dismember you!" She shouted. The elf man couldn't act nonchalant anymore and he was now anxious.
"Wait!" The elf shouted, "At least hear me out!" He added. Nyxara looked over to Lord Zarok to get his opinion and he nodded, meaning he allowed the elf to say his plan.
"Say," Nyxara said whilst pulling her mace back, "Say this stupid plan of yours." She added. The elf man replied with:
"To understand it you must know the context." Nyxara nodded to him and he began:
"Long ago, before the world was split in two, every creature lived together and this kingdom was called Pelisarius. My ancestors were originally Luminari elves (until they bred with the Nightshade elves and made my specific kind), nobles to be exact. And because they had the status of noble, they had the honor of meeting with the royal family, dining with them, and more. One day, whilst my ancestors were dining with the royal family, Timotheus, the god of war and protection, came down to dine alongside us. He told us many funny stories but along with these funny stories came insights into abandoned rituals. One of these rituals stated that if all 7 non-godly elements merged with enough might, then pure energy would be created and the god that those people are trying to summon, would appear. They just had to chant his name and whatnot. After the great war, my ancestors were classified as nightshade and not Luminari anymore and we were sent to Umbra too where we then reproduced with pure nightshades, but my ancestors never forgot the ritual and passed it on from generation to generation. Anyways, use this method and summon one of the dragon-god brothers and they will help you."
After the elf told his story, everyone looked at him in silence for a second or two and then started cheering. Those soldiers would accept any other alternative if it meant not climbing so they gladly accepted this ritual; even Zarok was cheering. However, one person was not cheering: Nyxara Voidcrest. She noticed that the elf was sweating and avoiding eye contact; as though he was hiding something.
"He is hiding something!" Nyxara shouted. The cheering stopped and everyone looked towards her as she flew towards the elf once again. The elf was now sweating a lot (but again, it was not visible due to the heavy rain). His eyebrows were pointing upwards and his bottom, thin lip was trembling. Nyxara's blue eyes were full of fury and were slowly turning red. Her teeth were slowly being exposed and her eyebrows were becoming sharper and sharper. Her infinite beauty was slowly turning into blazing vexation. The elf man was ready to crack open,
"Speak!" Nyxara shouted with such might and fury that it could beat a lionbear.
"Show me mercy!" The man shouted whilst putting his short, wrinkly, bony, little hands up to protect him; as if those hands could protect him from Nyxara's fire-infused mace. "If I was to tell anyone the full method, Timotheus would strike me down. Or perhaps, Zephyrus would strike me down!"
"If you don't tell me" Nyxara shouted with waspishness, "I will strike you down!" Her fire-infused mace was now making contact with the elf's hands and slowly burning them.
"Mother! Control yourself!" A soft, innocent voice shouted from a distance. From the front line, came a twelve-year-old boy. He was 5'7 and he was wearing armor. He took off his helmet and his beautiful, dark, wavy hair started flowing as a waterfall in response to the sparkling moonlight. It was like opening a treasure chest and unveiling an ancient treasure. This boy's eyes were light green, like his father's, and were soft. They were shaped like almonds, big, fluffy almonds. However, the rage was visible in those soft, innocent eyes of his. His eyebrows were thick and dark and looked like two caterpillars. He had a long yet skinny nose with the tip being light pink due to the excessive rain and the icy weather. His lips were thick in an M-like shape yet they were dry and chapped. His cheeks were also red along with his sharp, little chin. He was very skinny in the face and you could see his facial bones; his jawline specifically. His eyelashes were big and curly. His hair was his truly magnificent characteristic. It was dark and long and waved at the tips. It was flowing majestically in the wind. His skin was also pale which was weird for a nightshade elf as they are usually orange. But who was this boy that dared call Nyxara mother?
"Valek...?" Nyxara said whilst turning her slowly to face him, "I'm sorry you must see me in the way."
"Mother," Valek replied, "Put the mace down." Nyxara didn't listen,
"Valek," she replied "Sometimes, when people don't want to listen, they get punished. This is the Voidcrest way to punish people." After saying these words, she was about to kill the elf but the elf agreed to tell her the secret. 'Why die a pointless death when I can tell them the full way and die an honorable death?' Is the thoughts that convinced the elf to tell them.
"Fine!" He shouted, "You must merge the blood of an innocent person and a wicked person and rub it on the innocent person's forehead! After doing so, merge the 7 elements to create pure energy and chant God's name and he will come!" He blurted these words out with his hands still in the air and his eyes closed. As soon as he said this, he opened his eyes and saw a figure emerging from the sky. This figure had red fire leaking from its sharp eyes. This figure was bald and had a long, grey beard with fuzzy, hairy, grey eyebrows. It had thin lips but a long, hooked nose. He was gritting his teeth and his anger was beyond the known world. He wore nothing but a leaf covering his man parts and a long sword sticking out from his ribs. This figure unsheathed if I dare say, his sword from his ribs and lowered to the elf. The elf laughed,
"This is my fate!" He shouted with a hopeful tone.
"Because you have chosen the respect and acceptance of man over that of the Gods," the figure said, "You will face my wrath and vengeance!" The figure had a deep, loud voice that could project for miles. After saying these words, he penetrated the elf through his side, killing him. The soldiers didn't see this encounter unfold; they only saw the elf man falling from his giant bee and dying after smashing into the ground; no one tried to save him.
Now that they had the full method to summon one of the Godbrothers, they had the choice of which one to choose: Either the golden, older one, or the purple, younger one. Nyxara, Zarok, and the soldiers all agreed simultaneously that they should summon the purple one: Nightsmith Dominiu (the golden one was called Belsarie Dominiu). Nyxara then chose the strongest soldier of each element and prepared them to fire. But before doing so, she cut herself and then cut her son Valek, who was unwilling to do so and rubbed the merged blood on his forehead. After the blood was rubbed on his forehead, he had a vision. In this vision he saw himself engulfed in light along with multiple other figures and amongst those figures was Thorne, the prince. Valek was pointing at something. When he turned to see what he was pointing at, he saw his mother and Zarok wrapped together by a scarlet snake with two heads on either end and it was biting both of them on the neck. Anyways, Nyxara gave the command to fire the elements at the sky and commanded the others to chant 'Nightsmith Dominiu, bless us with your presence!' The men fired yet no pure energy was created. They pushed themselves a tad bit harder yet still, nothing happened. They were at this for ten minutes yet still, nothing happened. So pushed themselves to their respective limits; their veins were popping and bursting, their hands were crumbling, their teeth were gnashing, and their eyes were becoming bloodshot red and popping out of their skulls. They were screaming and wailing but they didn't give up, they didn't stop. They drove themselves to their death! Such fools! They were so blinded by their passion that they didn't see it would hurt them, but aren't we all like that? Too blind to see that sometimes our passion is bad for us and that we should give up on it. I suppose it is just in human nature to not give up, but sometimes we must. In the end, they all died simultaneously and fell off their giant bees. However, a tiny, tiny, speck of pure energy was created; it was enough.
Without warning, a strange flapping sound emerged from the distance, it was like the flapping of the wings of a dragon. The figure made a horrible stench which sickened all the soldiers. The creature's roars and wails could be heard and as it got closer, its identity became more and more apparent. You could now see the beast. It was a colossal, flying dragon! It had dark, purple skin with scales surrounding every inch of its body. Its eyes were sharper than a freshly sharpened blade. Purple fire emerged from its eyes and it had two great horns emerging from its forehead. It had two, little nostrils instead of a nose and a large mouth from which it utilized the elements. It had long legs and giant, duck-like feet yet they weren't as fragile as a duck. This dragon had a long tail with a blade-like structure at the tip of the tail and it had large, scaly wings. The dragon was grinning,
"Who dared summon me!" It shouted with such a strong and deep voice that it pushed back the army a bit. It then landed and shook the earth. Even when it landed, it was higher in the sky than the army itself.