Edward lay upon the bed, now clean of the mud but still covered in bruises, scratches and most
importantly: pain. He awoke with that same gaze he had the previous night. He didn't know
where he was and thought he was back in the palace; but when he set his eyes on Aelion and
Eldrinor, he realized the truth. His family was dead. He slowly arose from the bed of Liora,
Eldrinor's now dead wife, and looked over at the two.
"What is the meaning of this, lord commander and lieutenant?" Edward asked. Eldrinor got up
out of his chair and gave Edward a cup of a mysterious, light, brown liquid. Edward took a sip of
this strange liquid and was flabbergasted. The cup in which it was given in was small and
versatile and could be folded up and put into the pocket. On it was engraved the image of two
dragons; one purple and one golden. The purple dragon appeared to be burning one half of the
cup and the golden dragon appeared to be healing the other. Vines and roses engulfed the
whole cup and the vines wrapped around it (design wise not literally). The handle was thin yet
sturdy and was made of pure gold. The liquid appeared brown yet it was quite toothsome;
something that most brown drinks fail to do. Edward put the cup down.
"My prince," Eldrinor said before sitting back down, with the chair now being closer to Edward,
"I have reason to believe that the Umbrians have kidnapped the king along with your family. I
don't know what their motive was; we haven't thought or even made contact for centuries and
now they suddenly decide to do such a horrendous act of war."
"Yes, I know that," Edward responded, "But why am I here?"
"I saw something," Aelion responded with trauma and vexation in his eyes, "I saw a great
smoke arising and I got anxious and raced over. Alongside your burned palace, we found you
and we took you back."
Edward then stood up. He walked over to Aelion and grabbed his head and kneed down to
match eyes with him. Aelion's green eyes were now being spoiled with red spots of rage. His
long, silver, leafy hair was also quite scuffed. He had large eyebags beneath his red-green eyes
and his eyebrows were invisible. He had this exuberant, viridescent skin that was likened to that
of the goblins but was much more beautiful. He had thin lips with a thin eye shape and a thin
nose. His face was rather fat however and his body was towards the chubby side. He had large,
elf like ears that were sharp and very thin. He was still a great warrior, despite his young age
and body, and fought whole heartedly. He always wore the same black armor with circular
shoulder pads; despite the weather, the mood, the location, he always wore the same armor.
He had a strange gem in his forehead that no mortal ever had.
"Fret not, my friend," Edward said to him, "We will get revenge." Edward then fell right back
onto the bed with wails of agony.
Back to the Umbrians, they rode with the dragon and reached the mountain. The dragon wished
to leave them be and ride home with their own giant bees however the men, Zarok, Nyxara and
Valek all begged and prayed for the dragon to join their service and protect the family until the
ransom was paid. The dragon argued, saying that his brother will wonder where he is but the
people didn't stop begging. At his feet, Nightsmith had an army all for himself. He could
command them to do something and they would; and if Belisarie tried anything, he would fight
him in battle and defeat him. Nightsmith was convinced. He rode them back home and joined
their service.
"Sir, you can return to your wife now," Nyxara said to Zarok whilst they were present in her
office, "She must be wondering where you are,"
"My wife?!" Zarok laughed, "That monstrous specimen of a goblin!?" He wheezed and coughed
with laughter. Down the hall was Valek with a large cake to celebrate their victory. "If I could
have her head right now, I would!" Nyxara joined in the laughing and they both drowned in their
tears of laughter.
"Well, my lord," Nyxara moved closer to Zarok and rubbed his fat belly, "If she gives you no
comfort, I can." Zarok gazed up at her, his short stature being a joke to the royal family. He
stared at her green or blue eyes that were slightly mingled with pink and how her jet-black hair
was short to her shoulders. He saw her lips calling out to him and her breasts praying for his
touch. He grabbed her waist and threw her on the desk. Nyxara giggled and laughed. Before
long, they were both naked and pleasuring each other. Valek arrived at the door and barged in.
To his horror and shock, he saw his own mother who pledged allegiance, faith and love to her
husband being penetrated by a short, ugly, fat dark-green man who coincidentally was the king.
The poor twelve year old boy, only two years older than Edward, had to witness this sinful
moment. He had to witness his mother feed her beast named lust. His eyes went from green to
direct red, with no intersection. His hair spiked up and his soft, m-shaped lips became frowned
as his eyebrows. His long, once majestic hair was pointing to the heavens and his eyes to the
devils. He wrapped the cake in a coat of wind and launched it at them, covering both of them in
cake. Nyxara quickly threw on a gown and chased after her son but he had already jumped out
the premises and landed carefully with his wind technique. He then stole the most giant and
fastest bee and got out of the there; knowing his head would be on a spike for catching the king
in his time of sin.
"Let me out of here!" A little voice screamed, "My men will have your head on spikes!" An older
voice shouted. It was Luka and King Velentinus protesting for their freedom.
"Silent!" The dragon screamed, "Can a dragon not rest for a single hour!? Speak once more
and I'll burn you and eat you!" The two shat their pants and sat down. Seraphina had given all
hope up and thought that their kingdom was being usurped and conquered at that very instant.
They didn't know of the ransom of course. Velentinus kept trying to blast his way out of there
with wind and Luka tried melting the cage but to no avail as the cage was element resistant;
and even if they did break it somehow, they couldn't take on a dragon, or so they thought. They
were barely fed; only when necessary. They were never groomed or had their hair cut and were
bathed via a large water bath that the dragon would occasionally spray them with for his own
leisure. This was detrimental to the family and their mental health; especially Viviana.
Velentinus tried comforting her and protecting her all his life but he couldn't do anything; he had
to watch as his own family including himself get kidnapped and threw in a cage. He, the
strongest and mightiest man in all of Lumin, in a cage, covered in his own fecal matter and
hair that reaches his chest. He, the most feared mortal, couldn't even protect his own children.
He, the King of light, the father of the Solaryn, couldn't even save himself and had to rely on the
Solaryn to save him. However, Velentinus always slept with Viviana, Seraphina, Elara and Luka
in his arms. That was the least he could do. However, at the back of his head always was the
thought: 'What if I had woken up earlier? What if I wasn't so out of shape? What if I was the
man I say I was?' He lived with guilt every single day since their capture; he vowed to restore
his honor; he vowed to be the man he swore to be!
"Men and Elves of Lumin!" Edward shouted to the knights foundation of the town and capital
Solyndria, "The royal family, my family, my friends, my life, my throne has been kidnapped!
Kidnapped by these devilish and worthless Umbrians!" He cried out, "We will not allow this! We
will fight for our family because that is what we are; human, elf, it doesn't matter to me!" He then
pulled up Aelion to the stage he was standing upon. Aelion gazed at the men, surely over a
thousand, he gazed at the walls of this great establishment that was made of polished iron. He
stared at the great flying horses that were looked after better than the citizens of Umbra, "See
this boy," He then put both their arms to the sky, "I am white as snow and he is green. That is
where our differences end. We are both ten, we are both hurt, we are both betrayed, we both
seek vengeance, we both seek revenge, we both are brothers!" The soldiers began to cheer,
"We will fight for the liberation and freedom of my family; of your king and princes and
princesses! We will stand together!" The soldiers cheered harder, "We will show these
Umbrians that they cannot hurt us and get away with it!" The men began roaring, "We will have
the help of the Gods and we will conquer Umbra and we will liberate our royal family! Let us
summon Timotheus!" The men began worshipping and praying to the heavens. The sun shone
harder and harder upon Lumin and a figure descended from the skies. This figure had a long
beard, reaching his feet, wrapped around his naked body in a concise pattern which
represented Lumin. He had a large head of hair which was braided and stuck to his back to
represent godliness. He was wearing nothing on his body and only his hair would cover his
godly parts and magical parts. This figure had a large gemstone shining from the midst of his
chest and luminating a peculiar, ivory light. This figure had black eyes and all the hair on his
body was as white as a pearl. This figure's eyes were very sharp, as a blade, yet it displayed
kindness and warmth to some. It had a super-long, big nose and paper thin lips with a very
pointy chin and receded jaw. This figure's skin was also as white as a human however as green
as an elf and as orange as a nightshade elf; he was all three yet none at the same time. This
figure had large ears, as an old man, yet no wrinkles upon his skin; he was a walking example
of a juxtaposition. This figure landed slowly right in front of Edward and faced the people. The
people remained silent.
"Are you fools?" This figure grumbled. The people began sweating and Edward was already on
his knees along with Aelion and Eldrinor, "You summon me and have no women or elf women
with you prepared for me? I need my yearly elf you know!" Old man Timotheus then burst out
laughing with the most generous laugh ever heard. His laugh could bring pleasure and relief to
an army of castrated, bleeding men.
"Oh!" He shouted, "Stand up heir! We are old friends no?" He raised him up with his nature
power and saw tears stained on his cheeks and blood shot eyes, "Oh my," He gasped, "What
has happened your grace?"