KhaosKaster

On a planet quite dissimilar to our own, three races attempt cohabitation upon a world with a living ring that effectively blocks out and filters 66% of the systems Sun from the southern hemisphere, while the magnetically locked northern hemisphere sees near constant sunlight.

The huamanoid Duon, living within the northern hemisphere, while more numerous then the other two species, only an eighth of their population can ever hope to learn to control the elements, they call The All.

The elusive, diminutive Elvi, living secluded under the protection of their mountain, pointing directly towards the ring at the equator have all been gifted the ability of manupulation of all different types of metallic compounds, they call Mou'Tai.

And, finally, last, but not least, the Wizarol, whom dwell within the southern hemisphere. The smallest numbered, and yet, the largest in stature of the three races whom have manipulation over Time itself are almost never seen, unless they want to be.

After a thousand years of the realization and acknowledgement of each of the species of each other after a hundred years of battle, the Viser, leader of the Elvi, proposes a truce, of sorts. A Covenant, of these three races. Can they manage to live in peace, or is this Covenant just a lie, to cover up something nefarious.. ?

The Covenant Of Races

-The month of Wynnethel, the 1st, year ATC 3,527-

A rather large hulking shape of what appeared to be one of the Shattered Duons that had been Banished along with his Father and siblings, himself included, merely because their very own Mother feared how power hungry their Father was to become, yet, from Heiracles perspective was the very reason that drove his Father to his maniacal drive for more and more Power to begin with was outlined on the connected patio overseeing the City to his chambers.

His mind still groggy from the vivid dream, not registering that this figure is moving into his bed chamber from the balcony, not moving onto it, he says in a sleep-riddled voice, "Leave my presence, Dark. I need no refreshment nor anything else. You should not be within the Royal Quarters of the High Castle to begin with unless you'vebeen summoned", his voice full of spite and anger, his dream still fresh in his mind.

A deeply melodic laughter comes from, what he thought was, the Dark that is somehow recognizable before hearing it speak, "I see how you treat your friends, Kiles. A near 2 millenia of wealth and High Culture seem to have done work on you, friend." She crouches, sode-stepping, moving through the balcony doorway clumsily, considering the diagrams for the vast majority of the High Castle was not designed with the idea of her species in occupance, but the smaller framed Duon.

At her first word Heiracles bolted to his feet, reaching her long before she finished her last words. As he approached her in the dark chamber he could clearly see his ear hadn't played tricks on him, "Celine, one of my oldest and dearest friends? Is that really you? What a treat, it has been such a long time! What brings you to the City?" You could almost hear the strain in his voice.

The Youngest of the lineage of the Royal Unity of the Wizarol hadn't been at his doorstep in some 500 years, now. And, while she called him friend, her last visit left his Father in a furious uproar. She had prevented him to lead his army of Darks Northward, in search of carnage upon his previous home, to soothe his jilted pride by the former love of his life. "How have you been? It has been. What, some 500 years.. ? What. What brings you to Calysto?"

It seemed like she had grown up some since back then already in the short time she had been in his presence, having a short fuse with the combination of not knowing when to stop talking, she oftentimes would say things either out of place or have so many of them to say together that it would seem like they were running onto of eachother. Heiracles assumed her impulsivity was due to her relative youth back in the days they had first met.

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I want to dedicate a section of each chapter to the love of my life, Kreation. For supporting my dream and urging me forward on my desires to finally 'put pen to paper', so to speak by writing out my book for you all to read, thank you so much for the support and love. 🥰

A Midnight Visitor