Lunarith a world where all creatures lived, elves, orcs, newts, hybrids, humans and all other creatures.
The world was at peace where everything had perfect order, that was until demons from the underworld attacked, foul and merciless being trapped within the underworld, with the new demon lord born these creatures had gained immense power.
With the power they gained they began to attack the different kingdoms of creatures, but they mainly attacked the eleven kingdom Called Eldoria, Elves were known for being strong thanks to their knowledge of magic, with the help of the demon lord the demons easily invaded the kingdom.
The air hung thick and heavy, a suffocating blend of woodsmoke and fear.
Lirael gasped, another wave of pain wracking her body. Sweat beaded on her forehead, clinging to the silver strands of her long hair.
She lay on a bed of soft moss, the flickering light of enchanted candles casting dancing shadows on the rough-hewn walls of the birthing chamber.
Intricate carvings of the moon and stars, a testament to the elven reverence for the cosmos, adorned the stone. Outside, the sounds of war echoed – a brutal symphony of clashing steel and anguished cries.
Beside her, Thalion, her husband, held her hand, his knuckles white.
His brow was furrowed with worry, his gaze fixed on Lirael with a mixture of love and fear.
The sounds of battle, the screams of the dying, seeped through the thick stone walls, a constant, chilling reminder of the encroaching darkness.
Eldoria, once a magnificent city, was now a crumbling ruin under siege by the demonic horde.
"Push, Lirael," Thalion urged, his voice a low, steady rumble that belied the turmoil in his heart.
"You're strong. Our daughter will be born into a world of light."
Lirael squeezed his hand, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I feel her, Thalion," she whispered, her voice strained. "But the world outside… it's not safe. We must protect her."
A chilling howl, sharp and cruel, sliced through the air, a sound that sent a shiver down Thalion's spine.
He knew that sound.
It was the sound of the demons, their hunger for destruction palpable, their presence a suffocating weight pressing down on
the small grove. He could almost feel their burning gaze, their malevolent intent.
He glanced towards the entrance to their hidden sanctuary, his heart plummeting.
A hulking shadow, a grotesque parody of a creature, was pushing through the trees – a demon, its eyes burning with infernal fire. It was heading straight for them.
"Lirael," Thalion said, his voice tight with urgency. "There's no time. Listen carefully."
Another contraction seized Lirael, a wave of agonizing pain that stole her breath.
She gritted her teeth, fighting back a cry.
"You must take Elara and hide her," Thalion instructed, his voice firm despite the terror clawing at his insides. "Use the spell we practiced. Make her invisible to the demons. Only can she be seen once she meets a pure hearted person "
Lirael's eyes widened, understanding dawning in their depths.
The spell, a desperate gamble, was their only hope.
But to leave… to abandon Thalion…
"No, Thalion. I cannot—" she began, her voice choked with emotion.
"There is no time!" he interrupted, his voice edged with desperation.
He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, a silent promise of love and sacrifice.
"I will hold them off. You must trust me! I love you, Lirael. With all my heart. Now go!"
With trembling hands, Lirael reached down, her fingers brushing against the soft, downy skin of her newborn daughter.
Elara's first cry, a tiny, fragile sound, filled the chamber, a beacon of hope in the face of overwhelming darkness.
Lirael quickly wrapped her in a soft, woven cloth, her heart aching with a love so profound it felt like a physical pain.
With a whispered prayer, she poured all her remaining strength into the ancient elven spell.
A shimmering, ethereal glow enveloped Elara, a protective cocoon of magic, rendering her invisible to all but those with pure hearts.
"Radiant dawn, and sun's embrace, Shield my daughter from every place, where darkness dwells, where shadows creep, Let sun's light my daughter's form now keep. concealed from night, from wicked eye, safe she rest, beneath the sky, Until a heart, both pure and true, Breaks this spell, and brings her through" Lirael whispered, her voice barely audible above the growing din of the approaching demons.
With a final, agonizing look at Thalion, Lirael slipped out of the birthing chamber, Elara clutched tightly to her chest, disappearing into the shadows of the grove.
Outside, Thalion stood his ground, his elven sword gleaming in the dim light, a fierce guardian against the encroaching tide of evil.
The first demon burst through the trees, a grotesque creature with twisted features and eyes that burned with malevolent glee.
"Where are you, elf?" it snarled, "Come out Come out wherever you are" its voice like gravel scraping against stone.
Thalion met its gaze, his own eyes blazing with defiance. "You will not touch my family! I shall protect them with my life" he roared, charging into the fray, his sword a blur of motion, a desperate shield against the overwhelming darkness.
He fought with the fury of a cornered beast, buying Lirael the precious time she needed.
But the demons were many, their numbers seemingly endless. He fought valiantly, his every blow fueled by love and despair.
The demons snickered to Thalion's attack's, noticing the dim light his sword was giving off they planned to play with him.
Lirael, meanwhile, fled through the forest, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs.
The sounds of battle faded behind her, but the weight of sorrow pressed down on her, heavy and suffocating.
Finally, she reached a small clearing bathed in the soft glow of moonlight.
Exhausted, she gently placed Elara on a bed of soft grass, her tears falling silently onto her daughter's face.
"May the stars watch over you, my sweet Elara," she murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from her daughter's forehead and gently planted a kiss her.
"You are destined for greatness, and one day, you will learn the truth. Until then, stay hidden and safe. Whatever you may face you must stay strong my child." she teared up while holding elara
A deafening roar shattered the silence, shaking the very ground beneath her feet.
Lirael turned, her heart sinking into her stomach.
The demons were upon them.
She saw Thalion, surrounded, fighting with a desperate courage that could not overcome the sheer number of his enemies.
"Thalion!" she screamed, her voice raw with anguish. "Where are you?"
But her cry was swallowed by the cacophony of battle, the screams of the dying, and the triumphant roars of the demons.
She saw him embrace her, a final, desperate hug as the demons closed in, their wicked laughter ringing in her ears like a death knell. Then, darkness.
Weeks blurred into a hazy eternity.
Elara, hidden by the magic of her mother's spell, drifted through the forest, carried by the gentle caress of the wind.
She felt the warmth of the magic surrounding her, a protective shield against the harsh realities of the world.
In her dreams, she heard the faint echoes of her mother's lullabies and her father's laughter – whispers from a life she would never fully know.
Then, one day bathed in the golden light of the sun, Kendrick stumbled upon the clearing.
A young warrior in his thirties, his heart heavy with loss and a thirst for vengeance, he had been searching for a purpose, a way to avenge the destruction of his own village at the hands of the demons.
He felt an inexplicable pull, a sense of belonging, drawing him to the heart of the grove.
The air shimmered with unseen magic.
As he stepped into the clearing, his breath caught in his throat.
There, nestled amongst the wildflowers, lay a small bundle, radiating an aura of purity that made his heart pound in his chest.
He approached cautiously, kneeling beside the child.
His eyes widened in awe as he beheld Elara's delicate features.
The faint glow of magic surrounding her was undeniable, a silent testament to her elven heritage.
Kendrick reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric.
In that moment, Elara's eyes fluttered open.
The world around them shifted, the spell dissolving, revealing the last elf of Eldoria.
She gazed up at him with wide, innocent eyes, and Kendrick felt an overwhelming sense of protection wash over him.
"You're safe now," he murmured, scooping her gently into his arms. "I won't let anyone harm you."
He held her close, feeling an undeniable connection, a bond forged by fate.
He knew, in that moment, that their paths were intertwined, and that Elara's journey, and his own, was only just beginning.
The echoes of the past whispered through the trees, a reminder of the sacrifices made and the battles yet to come.
But in that embrace, hope flickered, a tiny spark against the encroaching shadows.