"Now that they have realized they lost the White Dwarf, they will send someone. Most likely, they will send that person."
"Who?"
"The Junior Fleet Admiral."
***
Burn already knew him. He was one of the outsiders Burn remembered from his previous loops, and it was quite an unpleasant memory.
SCREEEECH!!
As the ear-splitting screech pierced the air, he raced towards the northern border, the ndscape below whizzing by like a frantic squirrel on caffeiop the griffin, he g the blur of mountains and forests, its metalligs slig through the m air with a swish that screamed, "I'm in a hurry, baby!"
The griffin itself shone like a polished gem in the dawn light, its pulsating energy duits casting a glow that could make a disco ball jealous. A majestic creature crafted from pure imagination, now h around in steel feathers instead of your run-of-the-mill fluff.
He sidered giving the other oan, but he decided it was best to not let the elves see her use the outsiders' teology.
But hey, she could always use it ter.
S through the crag air, the meized steed surged forward with a sense of purpose that could rival a motivational speaker on double espressos. The griffin exuded a power that whispered of tales untold, capable of jazzing up even the dullest of ndscapes with a sprinkle of teagic.
And there he was, hurtling towards the North, expeg a war… and hoping for little to no plication.
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In the heart of the Great Forest, led snugly between the borders of the Inkia Kingdom, the Soulnaught Empire, and the Edensor Kingdom, resided an elven unity so pristihat even the most ical pixie would have to admit it retty darn idyllic.
Led by the ever-elegant Queen Tashr, the widow of the king, this unity of elves thrived in their arboreal paradise.
The elvelement itself was a sight to behold, with abaster towers peeking through the opy like bashful debuta a ball.
Vines as thick as a dragon's tail snaked around the mighty oaks, creating natural archways that whispered secrets to those who dared to listen. The air hummed with magid the ughter of the elves danced on the wind like mischievous sprites.
Queen Tashr, with her silver hair casg down her back like a shimmering waterfall, ruled her domain with a delicate yet iron-fisted grace. Her two daughters, the wise Princess Shorof and the ethereal Princess Nahwu, loved each other in their sisterly bond.
The pace itself was a masterpiece of elven craftsmanship, its walls adorned with tapestries that told stories of battles won and loves lost. The gardens, tended with obsessive care by the queen herself, boasted blooms so vibrant that even the sun had to squint in admiration.
But beh the veneer of elegand beauty y a unity steeped is. Now, alliances were as fragile as a fairy's wing arayals as on as dragon sightings.
And as the winds of ge began to sweep through the Great Forest, the elves khat their peaceful existence might soon be shattered like a mirror in a cye.
Or… would it be saved?
Trees couldn’t talk. They couldn’t move very fast. They couldn’t listen or see, but they could certainly feel.
It was summer. The trees definitely ehe heat and the sunlight, with the occasional pleasant humidity and rain. But that day was worse than winter.
The aged oaks and graceful pines began to groan. Their branches rustled in a chaotic symphony, their leaves swirling in a frenzied dance of dest.
The elves, guardians of the forest, watched in horror and disbelief as their a panions succumbed to this inexplicable madness. Like marioes with their strings cut, the o trees shrunk in fear, shaking the very ground the elves stood upon.
Panic spread through the elven unity like wildfire, as they scrambled to prehend the inexplicable camity befalling their home.
Whispers of a cursed entment rippled through the air, mingling with the pu st of boiling sap. Some elves clutched their hearts in fear, while others raised trembling hands to their mouths in shock. The forest, once a sanctuary of tranquility and serenity, had been transformed into a se of horror.
Queen Tashr emerged from the fines of her regal pace, her voice carrying a note end as she addressed the trees, "Why do you cower in fear, my dear friends?" she implored, her words trembling with emotion in the face of the inexplicable chaos unfolding around them.
As her gaze lifted skyward, Queen Tashr beheld a mesmerizing sight—a figure, ethereal and serene, perched upon a floating white branch suspended in mid-air. A gasp escaped her lips as she beheld this otherworldly being who exuded an aura of tranquility amidst the turmoil.
The figure, with a voice as gentle as the whisper of the wind through the leaves, addressed the queen arembling subjects with reassurand grace. "Fear thee not, fairest queen and cherished trees," she spoke, her words weaving a tapestry of ess.
"I bear no ill will nor harmful i. Pce thy trust in my presence."
Queen Tashr observed how the trees began to slowly gather themselves once more, still shrunk and c, yet showing improvement.
It was fortuhat the arees, responsible for upholding the grand structures of the elven civilization, had weathered enough trials in their long lives to react less than their younger terparts.
heless, they trembled.
"Your Holiness," Tashr addressed the floating figure in the sky. "Thou hast not ged in the slightest."
As fierce as a hurrie, yet exuding an aura of quiet danger.
Man sighed, l the branch as she alighted on the pace grounds. "Bid thy young seedlings to eschew such drama iure. Every tury or so, I do make this pilgrimage; it is time they acclimate."
"Their dramatiature stems from the aura thou dost radiate. The trees within these walls differ from those beyond. Their sciousness is more profound, akin to se creatures. Your Holiness, what stirs thy ire?" Tashr inquired.
"Where dwell thy daughters?" Man inquired iurn.
Tashr's tenanched, realizing that perhaps her daughters' problem had now reached the Holiness's ears.
"Tasha," Man pressed, met with the queen's silence.
"Your Holiness, Rekre reyed that nary a hint of discord hovered about thee when entered yesterday. Might our cries for aid have aggrieved thee in some manner?" Tashr asked with humility.
“They reted the tale of my husbaing upon a uni and the monarch of the merfolk. Verily, where did thy sed daughter ce upon such tales?" Man revealed.
Tashr recalled Rekre's at of how the Holiness's visage shifted abruptly upon learning of the rumors ing the human tyrant. She opened her mouth, but closed it again.
"I ventured here for the purpose of reprimand. Summon them forth," Man directed.
With a mixture of desotion and resolve, Tashr lowered her head in deference before swiftly moving tanize a grand assembly. Yet, before she could fully enact her pn, Man seized her hand and csped it firmly for a signifit moment.
"Your Holiness?" Tashr inquired, her perplexity evident.
Maintaining her posure, Man absorbed Tashr's point of view. After a pause of tebeats, she released the queen's hand and gave a slight nod. "Proceed."
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