In the vast lands of Elarion there are 4 continets in each continet there live the 4 races. The 4 races being Human, Elves, Dwarves and Reksha. Each race has their own leader to represent them for political issues the leaders being General Kaeltih of Aetheria, Queen Sylvara of Lunaris, King Thorgar Ironfist of Aglarond and Kaelzar of Virelda. These lords of the 4 continet have one thing in common and that is their respect for Eryndor Vallund the black sun.
The Cerulean Silence
Ten days had bled into the world since Lancelot Vallund's birth, but the mountains still whispered his name. The fortress nestled in the icy cliffs groaned like a living being, its ancient stones humming with unstable Essentia. Golden auroras clawed at the sky, their light pooling in the crevices of the snow like liquid stardust a celestial wound that refused to heal.
Lady Seraphina stood at the nursery window, her son's faint starlight casting spectral patterns on the frost-etched glass. The child slept soundly in her arms, unaware of the storm gathering beyond his cradle. His tiny fingers curled around a lock of her hair, golden eyes flickering beneath closed lids as if dreaming of constellations.
"They've come," Lord Eryndor said from the doorway. His voice was gravel wrapped in steel, the same tone he used before leading charges into battle.
Seraphina did not turn. "Will they kneel or conquer?"
"They'll try both."
Far below, the mountain gates screamed open, their iron hinges singing a dirge only the dying could hear.
1: General Kaelith the iron heart
The skyship Dawnbreaker tore through the sky like a blade through cotton, its pod shuddering under the weight of overclocked Essentia engines. General Kaelith stood at the front of Dawnbreaker, her red bloodmoon eyes using its unique ability „Probability"
Probability of elven subterfuge: 73%. Dwarven subterranean assault: 89%. Child's Essentia destabilization: 99.8%.
"Secure the northern ridge," she ordered her soldiers. Their armour enhanced with essntia hissed, blue runes flaring along their joints. "If Thorgar's mole-crawlers breach the lower tunnels, collapse them."
A lieutenant hesitated. "The Vallund family's ancestral crypts are in those tunnels, General."
Kaelith's gaze hardened. "Then we'll kill their lineage later."
The lietenant reminded General Kaelith in whose land they were. „ General but we are in the lands of the Vallund and the lord of these lands is Eryndor the slayer.
„I know him the best and what kind of monster he is" Kaelith said
As the *Dawnbreaker* descended, its engines scorched the snow into glass. Kaelith's Ironheart technique prickled beneath her skin, ready to transmute flesh to steel. She had not clawed her way to the top of Aetheria's military hierarchy by coddling *potential*.
A flicker of silver cut through the blizzard.
"Sylvara," Kaelith spat, like the name itself was poison.
2: Queen Sylvara the moonlight princess
The elven queen's carriage materialized in a cascade of fractured moonlight, its Essentia-forged horses pausing mid gallop as time itself stuttered. Snowflakes froze around Sylvara, glittering like suspended diamonds as she stepped onto the ice.
"How predictable," she murmured, her gown of woven starlight pooling around her. "Aetheria's hammer arrives first to stake its claim."
Faelor, her spymaster, coalesced from the mist beside her. "Thorgar tunnels below. His Stoneflow resonates with the mountain's rage."
Sylvara's fingers brushed the obsidian pendant at her throat a shard of the primordial Void, cold enough to burn. "Let him dig his own grave.
3: King Thorgar Ironfist the giant dwarve
The mountain screamed as Thorgar's mole-crawler breached the earth, vomiting magma and smoke into the frozen air. The dwarven king emerged, his Stoneflow armor glowing molten-red, veins of Essentia crackling like serpents made of lightning.
"VALLUND!" His roar shook icicles from the cliffs. "Bring me the child!"
Lord Eryndor appeared on the battlefield,
The legendary short sword Astra forged from the light of the star Sirius and gifted to Eryndor by Kairos, the God of Time, before the Voidspawn Annihilation. The Cerulean mountain isnt only a mountain it is the place of Eryndor the slayers legacy.
"You dishonor this mountain with your threats, Thorgar."
"Threats?" Molten stone dripped from Thorgar's beard as he laughed. "Your brat's Essentia tremors have collapsed three mines! Hand him over, or I'll split this mountain like kindling!"
Behind him, a dozen dwarven warriors raised their hammers, their chants resonating with the deep places of the world:
"Stone to shatter! Blood to bind! Essentia's wrath to scour mankind!"
Eryndor's grip tightened on his sword. "You'll find no kindling here. Only death."
4: Chieftain Kaelzar the one blessed by death
Kaelzar answered before Eryndor could strike. Kaelzar's griphon tore through the clouds, its thunderous wings scattering snow like ashes. The Reksha chieftain leapt from its back, his Beastform tattoos writhing across his skin a living tempest given flesh. Enough bark, lil bros!" Kaelzar's fanged grin gleamed in the aurora-light.
"Let the Cub face the Judgment of death"
Eryndor's sword Astra pulsed. "You'll not lay a claw on my son."
"Your son?" Kaelzar's laugh was a landslide. "The stars birthed him. The sky will claim him!"
Before Eryndor could retort, the shadows between them twisted.
5: The Ravens new dance
Three figures congealed from the dark faceless, voiceless, their cloaks drinking the light. The lead Raven moved.
Thorgar's Stoneflow flared, magma surging. "Pathetic tricks!"
The blade passed through his armor as if it were mist.
For a heartbeat, the dwarven king stood frozen. Then ash bloomed from his chest, swirling into the shape of raven's wings.
"Treachery!" Kaelith's soldiers fired, Essentia bolts tearing through the Ravens only to strike Sylvara's lightweavers instead. The elven queen collapsed, her silver blood staining the snow in a perfect arc.
„Aetherian lies!" Kaelzar roared, his axe sparking against Kaelith's steel skin.
Eryndor swung his sword at empty air. The Ravens had vanished, leaving only Thorgar's smoldering dagger etched with Aetherian runes.
6: The Shattered Pact
The leaders retreated like wolves with bloodied maws, their accusations staining the wind.
Aetheria's Betrayal: Kaelith's soldiers bore Thorgar's ashes, the dwarven contingent swearing vengeance in guttural tongues.
Reksha's Fury:
Kaelzar vanished into the darkness, vowing to "cleanse the rot" with tooth and claw.
Lunaris' Martyrdom:
Sylvara's lightweavers carried her "corpse" into the blizzard, her final whisper a blade in the dark: *"The stars weep for us all."
Only Eryndor remained, clutching the damning dagger.
"This wasn't us," he growled to the silent fortress.
Far below, in Aglarond's volcanic heart, Thorgar Ironfist laughed.
Epilogue: The Puppeteer's final laugh
"Convincing, no?" The Ravens' leader removed his featureless mask, revealing a face etched with molten stone.
Thorgar's eyes glinted in the dark. "Let the humans and elves tear each other apart. When their war burns out, the dwarves will rise from ash and iron."
Above, the auroras darkened to blood-red the Void's hungry gaze piercing the veil.
Philosophical Reflection: Lancelot
They say a child's first breath is a song. Mine was a scream. Not of pain, but of recognition the stars knew what I was before I did. A mirror. A key. A blade. They shaped me in their image, but mirrors crack, keys rust, and blades… blades cut both ways. Destiny is a noose woven by dead hands. I'll wear it until I learn to hang the stars instead.
End of chapter 2